Notes: Still very new to Fanfiction, so please don't be too hard on me. This one's a one-shot on the mixed emotions Jean has towards Scott and Logan. Personally I prefer Jean-Scott.
Thanks for taking the time to read!
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It was dark, and it was cold, and it was moist, but he could see.
When the murky waters lapped hungrily at his waist, it was her that reached out with cautious fingers to touch him. It was her lips that locked gently with his, and her hands that found their way to his chest and began to stroke him there - so softly, so lovingly. It was the image of her face that rose, like a dream, in his mind and it was the feel of her body that he reached out for, longingly, his hands stretching to nowhere but the shadows.
It had always been her, and it always would be. He would bring her memories to the grave -that was where he was now, he supposed- and although he would never see her again, he would be contented with the pictures he'd already stored in his mind, pictures of her. Pictures of the two of them together...
He couldn't help feeling a sense of immense loss as he stared at the darkness ahead of him. He'd been here for days now, and he would have thought she'd already have come, but she hadn't...An image of Logan popped up abruptly, and he forced it away, refusing to believe in it, refusing to think his Jean would be loving someone else other than him.
No! He regretted if he'd ever done anything to hurt her before, anything that could possibly have turned her away from him, turned her to...Logan. The very thought of this man made his heart burn, made his stomach churn. At this moment, all he wanted to do was to hold her tight and kiss her so good, she'd believe he was the only man ever meant for her...
Her very name, when he said it out loud quietly to himself, was music to his ears. His salvation, his pride. His obsession. And softly, now, he repeated it to the darkness once more - just to hear the sound of her name and be comforted.
'Jean Grey.'