Shot through the heart

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Author's notes: This fiction is a sequel to my story Prisoner of your eyes and is based just like Needle in my heart and Don't walk away on the movie "X-Men". I know, that's a lot of sequels, but it started as an innocent single story and developed a turn and twist of its own, so I hope you'll enjoy this one, too. The change in font marks the change in the speaker this time as well and I hope it will be displayed as different fonts this time J.

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I thought it's just the right time to bring another player into this, one they might have forgotten about.

Shot through the heart

by Belladonna

It had been quite a while since Logan had left the mansion and since then they hadn't heard a single word from him. Not a single proof of life from him that told them he was at some place out there and that he was alright. In the school silence had returned since then, life went its orderly fashioned way and it wasn't talked that often about the man named Logan as it had been in the beginning, shortly after he had gone.

Scott didn't complain about this, if the talks about the scruffy mutant silenced, he had well felt the change in Jean's behaviour after he had left and he had known exactly what might have caused it. The loss of his bike didn't bother him that much as the turn in Jean's feelings towards him and he knew, why they had changed that much, why they were now so much colder than before. Scott hoped that everything would turn again the longer Logan stayed away and he also hoped that this would indeed be a long time even if he would have never admitted that openly in front of the Professor or the others. He wanted to win Jean back for him and hoped that for this it might not be too late, that he hadn't lost her already

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Jean was in their room, the one she shared with Scott and she was alone. Scott was in the control room where he had something to do. The Professor had called for him. She sat on the bed, her knees drawn to her chest and the glance of her green eyes was turned into emptiness. Jean felt empty, emptier as she had been ever before and there was nothing with what she could have filled this empty space in her heart. There was nobody with whom she could have talked for nobody could possibly understand her, especially not Scott and with him she could have talked the least to.

Jean still tried to get her feelings under control and what she wanted the least was to hurt Scott. She knew that it would be inevitable, she had to tell him some time, at the latest when Logan would return one day, if he returned one day. Although she hadn't received any message from him, she didn't really expect one but secretly she had wished for, hoped for at least something, she wished for nothing more than for Logan to come home again, to return to her. Jean had felt his emotions, the deep love he had had for her, but she also knew that he had respected her decision, a decision whose rightness she began to question more and more and thought the wrongest thing she could have possible ever done. Would he be able to forgive her and believe her, when she would confess her feelings for him? Would he still want her, when she told him that she loved him, truly loved him and forgive her her mistake, to have hurt him so much?

Jean wished so much to hold him in her arms and to tell him, just how much she loved him. Would he still feel the same for her as he had felt when he had left? Or would his feelings have changed over the time and would he still be able to love her, could he still love her, after all that she had done to him? Could he possibly still love her after all?

Jean clutched her arms tighter around her body and glared into nothing, the pain in her heart too much to bear.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the intercom. Scott told her, that he had been sent to a mission by the Professor with the Blackbird and that he wouldn't be in the mansion for a while. Jean wished him luck and deactivated the intercom, her thoughts were far away, with another man and not with him.

Would Scott know, had he noticed the change in her feelings towards him, her emotions? She didn't want to hurt him but she hadn't wanted to hurt Logan too and allowed him to leave without that she had had a chance of telling him her true feelings, her true emotions for him.

But what about Scott, would he understand it, that she still loved him but her feelings for Logan were simply stronger than they could be for him now?

Jean stayed back alone, alone with her feelings and thoughts. She didn't know what kind of mission it was, Scott had to do for the Professor and she wished he would return back to her unharmed, but if she were honest to herself, than she even more wished for Logan to return, that he still felt for her the way he had felt when he had left. She hoped so much that he still would love her and that she would have the courage to confess her love to him.

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The mansion is empty, I feel that everybody has either gone out or left the social rooms to return to their own rooms. I have felt Scott's emotions, he is bitter and I am the reason for it. His feelings for me are unchanged, but it is I who have changed. I don't want to hurt you Scott, I really never wanted that and I hope that one day you will be able to understand, to understand that I still will love you too, but in a different way now, not like I did before. Please understand that, I never meant to hurt you, you were my first love, the first true love I have ever felt in my life.

But at the moment my heart beats not that strong anymore for you than it does now for Logan. I hope you can forgive me and understand it one day, I don't want to loose you as a friend, the best and only friend I've ever had and will have. But I have made my decision and have to deal with the consequences now, no matter how painful they might be for you or for me. Please forgive me, when I have hurt you and hopefully you will be able to forgive me that, for this I hope so much.

Oh, Logan, wherever you might be, come back to me. I love you and hope that you still will be able to feel anything for me. I don't know where you are, but let me know, let me know whether you still love me. I don't want to loose you too.

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I know exactly what is wrong, I have felt the change of her feelings even if she did everything to keep it from me, to keep me from finding out. I know well that she loves him, more than she loves me. I don't know what's going on in her, she has shut me out but I so much want to understand it, understand her. What does he have, that I have not or cannot give her? I would do anything for her, would die for her and she shoots me right through the heart like this. Jean, what have I done that you no longer love me, can no longer love me? What have I done to deserve this? I would go right to the end of the world, the universe to make it undone and that you would be able to love me again.

It is him whom she loves now, whom she brings so strong feelings to.

Oh, I have well noticed it for I am not so blind as people would think I am or she might think. I have seen the glances he threw towards her and those she had returned to him when she had believed I would not see, would not notice.

I don't know exactly when she had begun to change, since when she had developed feelings for him but she did and with that I am loosing the only woman that had ever meant something to me in my whole life.

I am now going to a mission, towards uncertainty but I am glad to get a bit distance, to get away and be able to clear my mind for now, to be sure of my own feelings again. She hadn't even asked what kind of mission it was.

It pains me when I see, how she mourns after him, suffers because he had gone even when it is I who is lying in bed next to her at night. It hurts so much when it is him whom she thinks of even when it is me who's holding her in his arms and no matter how much she wants to hide it, a bit slips through every time that she wishes to be his hands she is holding even if in reality she holds mine.

But it hurts me the most to know that it is his lips she is imagining to kiss when it is I whom she has in front of her. This pain is unbearable for me, it is the pain of love that is stronger than everything else I had to endure during my whole life and what makes it even more painful than the bullet, that had gone right through my heart is that I still love her. I cannot change it, but I still do love her, for she is the only woman who means more to me than my own life and I so hope for that she will be able to love me again just like she had loved me once, I wished for nothing more than that. Love is painful if it is not returned but it is even more painful when it had been retuned once and then cooled off.

I feel empty when I think of how she wants to be happy with him, just like we had wanted to be happy together before. In a certain way she has shot me and the shot gone right through my heart. What is left for me are nothing more than the broken pieces of our relationship and the wish that he would never return. I have never wished something worse to happen for anybody and I still don't but the only chance I have if I want Jean back, and that's something I will never wish more for to become reality again in my life, is that he will never come back to us. Only then I will be able to earn her love for me again, something I truly want more than everything else.

Until that day will happen on which I will have the certainty that Jean will belong to me and can love me again, I will have to bleed from the hole, the shot of rejection she had put right through my heart.

All that's left from us is the question, what I could have possibly done to deserve that, to deserve this much pain caused by her, and my feelings I still have for her after all, after all she has done to me.

I wished for nothing more than to hold her again in my arms and see the love shining in her eyes, that is only meant for me. And I hope that it won't be too late for that, too late for us and a second chance, that she can still love me. Would that be too much to ask for?

Somewhere in your heart must be something left for me, that still beats for me with love, Jean, 'cause I love you, more than you can imagine.

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