Author's note: Here is a new story by me. I came up with it a few days ago and up to now I have already pre written 17 chapters. Since the chapters are short, I think I will assemble some chapters. Hope you guys like it. Just let me know what you think and let's hope that the server works correctly soon again. : ( Please review!!

All non-Marvel characters are my invention, same goes for the story. Any other characters and their background belong to Marvel.

Don't forget, ya ain't alone, darlin'

Logan laid in bed after a more or less calm week and turned around in his surprisingly calm sleep. It was past midnight and the whole mansion, also its grounds, were calm, but somehow something was quiet right. He could feel subconsciously feel it and turned once more in his sleep, this time stirring a bit. After doing this for some time, he finally sat up, his hair was messy than ever and stuck up into every possible direction, but right now he didn't care. He needed to know what was wrong and what his senses picked up on even when he was in deep slumber. While he ran both hands through his tired face, he suddenly frowned and turned his head towards the door. He could hear it now. Clearly and loudly due to his senses and was out of bed in an instant to run out of his door. When Logan stopped in front of Jean's, he heard it even louder that she was crying aloud. Not hesitating, he reached out to knock on the door and didn't wait for her reply to enter. Inside, he found her laying on her bed that she shared with Scott usually, but who was on a mission for some days already. She held her pillow in a firm grip and cried heartrendingly into it that he instantly began to worry and closed the door behind him. "Jean?" Logan asked calmly and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. Hearing him, she raised her head and looked up through red and wet eyes, which worried him the more. Something, he felt, has happened and this something was terrible.

"Logan…," the redhead sobbed and he was surprised when she threw herself at him, just to start crying again.

Not knowing what to do he held her and looked down on her shaking body. "What happened, Jean?" he asked and scanned her body for any injuries. "Is something wrong with your baby?" he added, knowing that the woman was 5 months pregnant with Scott's baby. He heard her mumbling something through her sobs, a desperate attempt to answer him, but also an unsuccessful one. "Calm down first, Jeannie," Logan said and began to stroke over her back in hope it would soothe her somehow, waiting for her to calm down a bit.

After a moment, Jean heaved a deep breath, still holding onto him for dear life, but finally able to talk a bit. "Something went…wrong on the mission," she sniffed and buried her face in her hands again, while he gave her a confused look. As far as he knew and had experienced before, there was always something that went wrong on their missions.

"Has Scott gotten hurt?" Logan asked carefully and watched her shaking her head.

"There was an accident," she replied barely audible instead and stared at the blanket through empty eyes.

"What accident?" he asked calmly and pulled some strands out of her pale face.

"They've been attacked," Jean said in the same voice and shook her head again before she buried her face in her hands, beginning to rock slowly back and forward. "He…he's fallen from a cliff…"

Letting the news sink in, Logan noticed that she began to pull a face again and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Jean,…this doesn't have to mean anything," he tried to soothe her, but she shook her head again and looked up to look into his eyes with her empty ones.

"It happened fours days ago, Logan," she cried. "They've tried to find him…," she added barely audible after a moment and her shoulders began to shake once more.

"Nevertheless, it doesn't have to mean anything, Jean," Logan said again and made her look up. He hated to see her suffering so much, especially when it was because of Scott. But he soon noticed that it didn't help her at all, since she clung to him again.

"They've looked everywhere for him," Jean sobbed and buried her face into his bare chest. "He's dead, Logan… He's dead…" Not knowing what else to do, Logan wrapped his arms around her shaking form to pull her close and began to rock her slow back and forth…

I know this one is short, but see it as a Prologue. ; ) Please review and let me know if I should continue with it or not.