I wrote this quickly so it must be rusty. You should know how this story came to my mind. I wrote the reason at the end if you want to know after you read the story.

Only you

Jean was walking in the garden in the middle of the night, wearing a long sleeve shirt in the hot summer weather to hide the bruises on her arms and legs and neck and back and chest…

She walked in silence, when Logan came up to her. "Hi." He said and she looked up startled, panicking for a second. She sighed relived when she saw it was him and not who she thought.

"Logan." She whispered with a smile, stopping her pacing and watched him walk closer to her.

"How are ya?" He asked her as he stopped right besides her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She winced slightly when he touched one of her bruises and he let go immediately. "Sorry."

"That's ok." She whispered. They started walking towards the mansion but she stopped him, tugging his arm gently. "I need to talk to you."

Logan turned around and nodded. "OK, come sit here." He motioned to a bench near them. He knew that she liked to seat outside when she wanted to talk.

Jean just stared at him for a while, not knowing how to say this. "I don't know how to say this," She let him know. "So I'll just say everything that I've been running around my head all day long."

He smiled at her, gently reaching out to hold her closer like he knew she liked to, but she held out an arm to stop him. "I need to look into your eyes when I say this." She whispered and without warning sat down straddling his hips, her black jeans stretching around her legs. She sat looking at him straight into his deep blue eyes.

"I have never met anybody like you…" She whispered but he stopped her.

"Jean, you don't have to do this."

"Yes, I do. So shut up and listen." She said coldly and he shut his mouth. She took a deep breath and went on. "You tried to brake into my heart without ever giving up and every time I walk away without a word it made you even stronger." She felt tears coming to her deep jade eyes as she said this. "No one else ever cared for me that much and you didn't stop after all the times I tried to push you away."

Logan held her closer when a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "And in the nights that I am scared of the darkness of my own room you are always there to keep me company and scare my fears away and you just hold me, and never ask for anything in returns."

She let out a sob and closed her eyes, more tears falling.

"And when I think about the things that still happen today I cry in regret and hurt about everything I've done and she's done and still does to me…" Jean couldn't sob anymore and leaned against his chest and sobbed. "You are there to hold me and sooth my pains and tears and I don't know were I would be without you." She murmured between her sobs.

"Jean…" Logan whispered but she cut him off.

"Please Logan, if I don't say these now I'll never be able to say it so just listen!" Jean cried.

"Ok, I'm sorry." He whispered and stroked her hair.

"So long has passed and we've been through so much together as just friends side by side in everything everyday and you know all of my fears and pains and lies…" Jean paused, sniffing and restraining her sobs. "You know my painful memories of the days I was abused and you try to help me now but you know I'm so far gone in sorrow, so many years being beaten without reason and today it still happens and I know how much it kills you to know that there's nothing you can do to stop it." Jean sobbed and Logan held her tighter, his chest clenching painfully for her and her pain.

"Every time after she beats me and I can't move from the pain you are always there when no one else cares…" Jean lifted her head from his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, there noses almost touching. Logan had to do everything in his power to keep himself from kissing her.

"And now, no matter how hard I try to stop my fall, no matter how high I place the walls around my heart, no matter how much I'm afraid of falling in love…" Jean trailed off, knowing that if she kept talking right now while she cried he wouldn't be able to understand her.

After a few more wracking sobs, she slid her fingers into his hair, staring at him intensely. Slowly, so slowly, she kissed him, lips so soft against his. He pulled back slightly to look at her, tasting the salt of her tears on his lips. "What are you doing, Jeannie?" he whispered.

"I'm falling in love with you." She spoke softly letting out another sob, but then she shook her head. "The truth is I'm already in love with you."

He stared at her eyes deeply, not believing what he just heard. "God, Jean…" He kissed her before she could even register another thought. He kissed her hard, one hand coming up to tangle in her hair. She sucked in a surprised breath, and then relaxed into his embrace, her mouth opening under his, tongue sliding against his.

Jean moaned softly, never before had she been kissed with such urging. She knew Logan loved her and urged for her for a long time now. She never really knew how much she wanted him until about a year ago. There was nothing he could do, but he always told her that by Any Means Necessary he was going to find a way to stop her misery. But she knew, there was nothing he could do.

How today she came to finally get the courage to tell him, she didn't know. He was the only person in the world that really cared for her and worried for her and was there for her every time she was beaten brutally.

After an eternity, she pulled away from the passionate kiss gasping for air, and he held her even closer if that was possible. "I love you so much Jeannie."

Should I write a sequel? I don't know…

I wish there was someone in my life like Logan in this story, someone that was there for me and helped me. But there is no one in my life and that's why I wrote this. What I did was reflect my pain as Jean, and my wish as Logan. So what I think is really great about this story is that is actually true as in Jean but only a wish as in Logan.