A/N: This is my first story to submit to this site! Well, if I get reviews then I will continue to write this story. But if not, "dun-dun-dun!" then the story must shrivel up, die and be buried.
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What Do You Say When It's All Over?
I'm all out of faith
"I can't! I'm trying! She's much too strong!" He was strong, but still weak from the previous strain. Jean put up a barricade in her mind, knowing the Professor would try to get in. She knew she would have to risk sacrificing herself in order to save her friends. She pushed the jet away, holding her last breath before the walls of water rushed quickly over her. "No, Jean, no!"
He awoke with beads of sweat covering his face and chest. The nightmares were getting worse with each passing day since her death. The Professor fully recovered since Stryker and his son had viciously manipulated with his head. Though he was advised against it, until he was entirely well, the Professor had continuously tried to reach Jean, but it was to no avail. If he had tried any harder, it would have only killed her, that's if she wasn't already dead.
The X-Men had gone back out to the lake, determined to find the redheaded telepathic. They couldn't find her body, which they had at least hoped for. Hopes dwindled and all emotions were stirred. Logan sat up and swung his legs over his bed. He opened the drawer to his nightstand and took out a lighter along with a cigar. It had been two weeks and Logan was stressed, tired and an emotional wreck.
He lit his cigar while tears rolled down his face. It was time to go, time to do what he was best at and move on. His bags were packed. He had them ready in his closet just in case. Maybe, on the way, he could check Alkali Lake, just one last time. He set down his cigar and lighter to throw on a black t-shirt and some ragged jeans. Logan slipped on his boots, grabbed his bags, stuck his cigar in his mouth and headed out.
"Logan, where ya-" Before Rogue could finish, Wolverine took out his cigar and put up his hand and looked away. "Don't. We've been over this time and time again. I can't stay here, kid. You brats are better off anyway." Rogue sucked in her lower lip, keeping her tears back as best as she could. Logan closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, "It's nothing personal, kid, it's just the way it goes for me."
He yanked his bag strap higher up on his shoulder, placed his cigar back into his mouth. While flashing a 'don't-mess-with-me' look, he walks around her. "You're leaving me? I'm hurting too, and what about Scott? You don't see either of us running away now, do you?" She had tears running down her cheeks. Her eyes look tired and her nose was a little pink. He turned around to face her, she could tell he was in pain.
She sniffed the air, "You've been drinking and I don't want you driving like this, please!" Suddenly, Logan let out a loud growl, dropping his cigar onto the floor. He pumped his fists at his sides and gave her an angry look, "Screw Scott and I'm not your dad, Rogue! You don't need me!" She drew in a breath and clutched her chest.
Logan looked away,"I'm sorry darlin', but I'm done staying here and being reminded of her every time I pass the med-lab or her room in this damn place! I can't take the smells, her scent she left behind! I just can't take it anymore!"
With that he turned around, picked up his cigar and ran out the doors towards the bike he left parked in front of the mansion. Maybe his words were sharp, but at this moment, they were necessary. He couldn't let Rogue see him crying, couldn't let her persuade him to stay in that god-forsaken place, which was steering him towards insanity. No, he had to get out of there. "What the hell?"
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