Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men...as if you didn't know.
A/N: AU. Logan/Jean. What if there were no X-Men? What if Logan and Jean were just average people living out their everyday lives. What if they first encountered eachother in a train station?
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The Train Station chp.1
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Jean Grey sat quietly in the dimly lit train station, idly playing with the straps on her luggage bag. The entire station seemed dead, and at such a late hour it wasn't a wonder why. The streets of Chicago were dangerous this time of night, and sometimes the station especially. Jean hadn't had a choice in the matter really, she was running. Once again she had been forced to leave her home because of her psychotic and abusive ex-husband who managed to find her everywhere she went. The slight bruises on her right cheekbone were proof enough that he had a few issues.
Jean gazed up slightly when a man shuffled past, taking a seat across from her, a few seats away. She tried not to stare, or make it obvious she was looking at him, but it was hard not to. The man was short, but well muscled and his hair was almost animalistically wild. That wasn't the thing about him that had really caught Jean's attention though. This man had a bandage over his right eye, just above his eyebrow. This guy looked like he had taken quite a beating. His left shoulder was slumped slightly lower than the right and she had guessed it was injured somehow. She also noticed his lower lip was cut, and it appeared to be still bleeding. Despite the man's obvious injuries, Jean could tell he wasn't only on the receiving side of the beating due to the gashes on his knuckles.
Suddenly Logan caught the gaze of the beautiful red head that was staring at him, and though she tried to look away quickly, he was faster. He grunted at her, not saying a word, and got up slowly to board the train as it approached. Logan walked carefully, trying to cradle his left arm while still carrying an old worn leather bag with his right.
Jean stood, after she watched the man get on the train, just realizing that was her train too. She pulled her ticket from her purse, then slipped the purse in with her other luggage. She quickly boarded the train and took a seat, noticing it was pretty much empty.
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After a few long hours on the train, Jean had started to drift off to sleep. They had just stopped at another station for more passengers and she found herself unable to fully rest, though she was very tired. Jean jerked her head up when someone tapped her shoulder. Turning around quickly, the young woman saw a large man standing over her. It wasn't the guy she saw in the train station from before, but a tall man with long dirty-blonde hair tied in the back. She figured he had just gotten on the train since she didn't see him from before. Besides his unusual facial hair and rough looking face, he looked like a business man...or someone in the mafia. Jean cringed and eyed the man's suit. "Can I help you?" She asked in an even tone, although she was already pretty intimidated by the hulking man.
The guy just growled lowly, then gave an eerie smile as he left his massive hand to rest on Jean's shoulder. "You seen a guy board this train? Short fella," The man gestured with his hands, exaggerating the height. "dark hair, long sideburns?" He rumbled in a dangerous voice, glaring at Jean with mean eyes.
She knew who he was talking about, the man from the station. The description was perfect, it had to be him. This wasn't any of her business, Jean wanted nothing to do with either of these dangerous looking men. She shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She replied in a quiet voice, turning away.
The man's voice rumbled in his throat and he moved his hand to Jean's neck, squeezing it slightly and pointing her chin upwards to look in his eyes. "I think yer lyin'."
Jean tried to pull away, but the man's grip was firm. "I have no reason to lie." She breathed through the man's grasp, keeping absolute calm. 'Stupid, stupid.' She mentally cursed herself. 'Who's that other guy to me anyway? It's none of my concern, so why didn't I just give him up?' Jean couldn't help having compassion for others, it was in her nature. For whatever reasons, this big guy wanted that other man, and there was no doubt in her mind that his intentions weren't good.
A deep voice came from the other side of the train car. "That ain't no way ta treat a lady Vic."
Jean struggled to see who it was, and recognized him as the man from the station. 'What have I gotten myself into? Please, please let me go.' She thought, her teeth gritted in anticipation.
The hulking man called 'Vic' wouldn't let go of Jean, but instead dragged her towards the shorter guy through the small aisle. "Well, well, well." He smirked, then glared at Jean. "So ya were lyin' after all."
Logan watched as Victor turned to Jean, taking the moment to land a fist in between the big guy's eyes, breaking his nose. As Vic was doubled over, grabbing at his bleeding nose, Logan took the girl's arm, taking her past Vic and clumsily racing down the aisle.
All Jean saw was a blur as the shorter man decked the big guy and he released her neck. Before she had time to take in a full breath, her savior grabbed her by the arm and dragged her down the aisle.
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As the train came to a screeching halt at the next station, Logan began leading Jean off the train. "C'mon, we gotta get outta here." he barked, glancing back to check for the man after them.
Jean pulled her arm away, glaring at the short guy defiantly. "Let me go! I'm not going anywhere with *you*!" She wasn't easily trusting with men, since her ex, and this guy dragging her off looked pretty shady to her.
Logan sighed, wincing and clutching at his left arm again. "I'm sorry 'bout this darlin', but yer marked now. He'll keep after ya jus' because. He's that kinda sick psycho."
Jean rolled her eyes, mumbling, "I know the type." Before she could argue further, she saw the blonde haired man covering his bloody nose as he rushed down the aisle toward the two. Not knowing of anything else to do, Jean looked to Logan, following him out the train's exit. "Well, let's go then! He's coming!"
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A/N: AU. Logan/Jean. What if there were no X-Men? What if Logan and Jean were just average people living out their everyday lives. What if they first encountered eachother in a train station?
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The Train Station chp.1
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Jean Grey sat quietly in the dimly lit train station, idly playing with the straps on her luggage bag. The entire station seemed dead, and at such a late hour it wasn't a wonder why. The streets of Chicago were dangerous this time of night, and sometimes the station especially. Jean hadn't had a choice in the matter really, she was running. Once again she had been forced to leave her home because of her psychotic and abusive ex-husband who managed to find her everywhere she went. The slight bruises on her right cheekbone were proof enough that he had a few issues.
Jean gazed up slightly when a man shuffled past, taking a seat across from her, a few seats away. She tried not to stare, or make it obvious she was looking at him, but it was hard not to. The man was short, but well muscled and his hair was almost animalistically wild. That wasn't the thing about him that had really caught Jean's attention though. This man had a bandage over his right eye, just above his eyebrow. This guy looked like he had taken quite a beating. His left shoulder was slumped slightly lower than the right and she had guessed it was injured somehow. She also noticed his lower lip was cut, and it appeared to be still bleeding. Despite the man's obvious injuries, Jean could tell he wasn't only on the receiving side of the beating due to the gashes on his knuckles.
Suddenly Logan caught the gaze of the beautiful red head that was staring at him, and though she tried to look away quickly, he was faster. He grunted at her, not saying a word, and got up slowly to board the train as it approached. Logan walked carefully, trying to cradle his left arm while still carrying an old worn leather bag with his right.
Jean stood, after she watched the man get on the train, just realizing that was her train too. She pulled her ticket from her purse, then slipped the purse in with her other luggage. She quickly boarded the train and took a seat, noticing it was pretty much empty.
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After a few long hours on the train, Jean had started to drift off to sleep. They had just stopped at another station for more passengers and she found herself unable to fully rest, though she was very tired. Jean jerked her head up when someone tapped her shoulder. Turning around quickly, the young woman saw a large man standing over her. It wasn't the guy she saw in the train station from before, but a tall man with long dirty-blonde hair tied in the back. She figured he had just gotten on the train since she didn't see him from before. Besides his unusual facial hair and rough looking face, he looked like a business man...or someone in the mafia. Jean cringed and eyed the man's suit. "Can I help you?" She asked in an even tone, although she was already pretty intimidated by the hulking man.
The guy just growled lowly, then gave an eerie smile as he left his massive hand to rest on Jean's shoulder. "You seen a guy board this train? Short fella," The man gestured with his hands, exaggerating the height. "dark hair, long sideburns?" He rumbled in a dangerous voice, glaring at Jean with mean eyes.
She knew who he was talking about, the man from the station. The description was perfect, it had to be him. This wasn't any of her business, Jean wanted nothing to do with either of these dangerous looking men. She shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She replied in a quiet voice, turning away.
The man's voice rumbled in his throat and he moved his hand to Jean's neck, squeezing it slightly and pointing her chin upwards to look in his eyes. "I think yer lyin'."
Jean tried to pull away, but the man's grip was firm. "I have no reason to lie." She breathed through the man's grasp, keeping absolute calm. 'Stupid, stupid.' She mentally cursed herself. 'Who's that other guy to me anyway? It's none of my concern, so why didn't I just give him up?' Jean couldn't help having compassion for others, it was in her nature. For whatever reasons, this big guy wanted that other man, and there was no doubt in her mind that his intentions weren't good.
A deep voice came from the other side of the train car. "That ain't no way ta treat a lady Vic."
Jean struggled to see who it was, and recognized him as the man from the station. 'What have I gotten myself into? Please, please let me go.' She thought, her teeth gritted in anticipation.
The hulking man called 'Vic' wouldn't let go of Jean, but instead dragged her towards the shorter guy through the small aisle. "Well, well, well." He smirked, then glared at Jean. "So ya were lyin' after all."
Logan watched as Victor turned to Jean, taking the moment to land a fist in between the big guy's eyes, breaking his nose. As Vic was doubled over, grabbing at his bleeding nose, Logan took the girl's arm, taking her past Vic and clumsily racing down the aisle.
All Jean saw was a blur as the shorter man decked the big guy and he released her neck. Before she had time to take in a full breath, her savior grabbed her by the arm and dragged her down the aisle.
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As the train came to a screeching halt at the next station, Logan began leading Jean off the train. "C'mon, we gotta get outta here." he barked, glancing back to check for the man after them.
Jean pulled her arm away, glaring at the short guy defiantly. "Let me go! I'm not going anywhere with *you*!" She wasn't easily trusting with men, since her ex, and this guy dragging her off looked pretty shady to her.
Logan sighed, wincing and clutching at his left arm again. "I'm sorry 'bout this darlin', but yer marked now. He'll keep after ya jus' because. He's that kinda sick psycho."
Jean rolled her eyes, mumbling, "I know the type." Before she could argue further, she saw the blonde haired man covering his bloody nose as he rushed down the aisle toward the two. Not knowing of anything else to do, Jean looked to Logan, following him out the train's exit. "Well, let's go then! He's coming!"
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