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Disclaimer: I wish I could say they were mine, but Marvel claims that honor. Please don't sue! Although, I wouldn't mind owning Logan.
Warnings: My first fan fiction, please don't torch me!
Feedback: Both positive and negative, is very welcome.
Note: Things in-between / and / are telepathic massages.
This it for mature reader that further you get into the chapters.
Logan is in it, so what do you expect?
I'd like to thank a role Play friend of
mine for giving me the Story Line Idea.
Enjoy.
Three days ago, Logan had been talked into going on
the
field-trip. According to Xavier, they needed
another chaperone.
He, Storm, and Hank apparently
weren't enough. Damn, why did Scott
have to leave
after Jean's death and start a new life away from
the
Institute? Couldn't he just start over here? Everyone
else
has. Logan had agreed to go, if he could take the
bike, at least he'd get some peace during the drive.
Logan parked in front of the main doors and climbed off
his
motorcycle, well, Scott's motorcycle, but he took
his car when
he left and left the bike behind. Logan
heads towards the door,
but paused. A familiar scent
reached his nose. He sniffed the air
and unleashed all
six claws, growling.
Xavier felt Logan's distress, and contacted him
telepathically.
/Is everything alright Logan/
/Someone's 'ere. Feel free ta come back ta teh school
Chuck,
but keep teh kids safe./ came a tense reply
from Logan, before he
broke their psychic link.
After informing the psychic,
Logan let his claws slide
back under his skin and walked inside,
following this
too familiar scent. The scent led him down to
the
lower levels. He paused in front of the sliding doors
of
the war room; then pushed the button to open the
door.
What his saw there shocked him more then he could
have
imagined. Sure he'd always wished that she'd come
back, after she
died. But he never expected it to
actually happen.
There, sitting in front of the computer sat Jean Grey,
still
in her black leather X-men costume, from her
last mission. It had
to be Jean Grey, Logan was sure
of it. He sniffed the air, to make
sure it wasn't
Mystique, or an illusion. Yap, it was Jean
alright.
Feeling Logan's presence, Jean exited the files she was
in,
and pushed herself back from the desk and stood.
She turned around
to face Logan and smiled, "Hello
Logan." She greeted the
Canadian.
Logan couldn't reply; he only stood there, staring at
the
red-head before him. "Jean… We… I… I thought you
died."
"So did I." Jean said sadly, walking up to Logan.
She
placed a hand on his cheek, and made eye contact with
him.
"I thought I'd never see you again."
Logan pulled Jean close into a hug. He held her
tightly, as if
she'd vanish if he'd let her go. "It's
so good ta have ya
back." He murmured into her bright
red hair. He pulled away
after a short while, "Come,
Xavier an' teh rest should be
'ere already. They'll
want ta see ya."
Jean nodded, "Lead the way, Logan." Jean said.
Logan smiled and led the way upside.
Outside at the front of the School were groups of kids
of all
ages, gossiping, trying to figure out why
Xavier had told them to
stay outside.
Xavier, Storm, Rogue and Hank, were one of these
groups. Rogue
was clearly worried about Logan.
"It's all right, Rogue. Logan has proven again and
again
that he can take care of hi-" Storm trailed off at
the
sound of gasps and hushed whispers. She, Rogue, Hank
and
Xavier turned their attention towards the front of
the school,
where Jean and Logan stood. They stood in
a shocked silence. The
wind also seemed to have
stopped.
"Who's the red-head?" A boy asked, with an accent,
breaking the silence.
"That's Jean Grey." Jubilee answered in a hushed
whisper.
"The girl that died?" The same boy asked, confused.
Xavier cleared his throat and spoke up, "Kids, get your
bags
from the bus, go to your rooms and unpack. Logan,
Storm, Hank and
Rogue, drop your stuff off in your
rooms and meet me in my office.
Jean you come with
me."
Once the orders
were given, everyone went off into
different directions, following
them.