Disclaimer: I don't own em', but the story here's mine.
Notes: You'll probably cry. This is Logan's last sight of Jean. The very last one. Influence from Romeo and Juliet really bleeds through on this one.
"Hell, Jean, you know I don't care enough about them to stay."
"But they care about you. They need you, Logan."
"They don't need a smoking, alcoholic, violent, ex-cage fighter, Canadian hanging around."
"But they need a tough protector who they can rely on."
"Get someone else. I want to stay with you, and nothing will take me away from where I am now."
I watched her bangs drift across her angelic face only to be brushed away by a delicate hand. Her eyes pierced mine and I knew, no one, no thing, no force could move me from this spot. She was laden with sadness and I knew I was probably the cause of it. I'm usually the cause of anything that causes trouble, whether I want to be or not. And I can guarantee I didn't, in a million years and beyond, want to make Jean cry. I loved her more than life itself. A crystal tear trickled down her cheek and I brushed it away. She reached up and grabbed my rough, worn hand, holding it with her eyes shut. I immediately hated the fact that my hands weren't worthy of touching such a face. They were scarred and deadened by a pointless life. My life; the life I'd tried on several occasions to end.
"Logan," she choked a bit on her own cry and I would have done anything to have her smile, "Logan, they can't live without you. First myself, then the Professor and Scott… They can't handle it anymore." I knew she was probably right, but I didn't care.
"I won't leave. It doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is that I'm here with you and no one else can change that."
"I can."
"Then do so. If you want it that way, I will do whatever you wish. Just don't cry after I'm gone."
"I've cried everyday you've been gone."
"Then I will stay."
She looked away and dropped my hand. I knew what she was thinking and I couldn't stand it. She was my soul, my life, my reason to go out each day and kick ass. She was my flesh, my heartbeat, my spirit. Without her, not even my healing powers could stop me from dying of grief. I was already halfway there.
"Logan…I," I didn't wait for her to finish. We both knew this would be the last time we'd see each other. I kissed her, good and long. Tears melded with tears, hearts with hearts. And when we parted, both hearts were ripped, crumpled, and thrown away. I held her face in my hands one last time and she mine.
"I love you," she whispered and the dam of tears was close to breaking.
And then I saw the sunlight, and I woke up.
RTD: And the end...