PURE PERFECTION
CHAPTER 1
Author's Note:
This is my first posting, however, it is my second FF story. The first few chapters are drabble-ish. I think I may come back later and combine them.
Our story begins after Jean Grey has returned to the X-Men after they believed she died at Alkalai Lake.
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"Jean, talk to me. Please. Don't do this."
"Logan, there's nothing for me here. The Professor needs to stay out of my head. I won't let him keep manipulating me!" her eyes growing black and sinister, "he's jealous... afraid that I'm stronger than him - more powerful," she says with a sneer as she steps away from her lover.
"You're wrong Jean, the Professor just wants to help you, help you control your powers," Logan pleads, grabbing for her wrist to pull her back to him.
Whipping herself around to face him, she launches herself forward, "Don't be a fool Logan! He's tamed you - the great Wolverine." Logan winces at her tone. Jean is in his face, so close that they share breaths. Logan's heart aches to embrace her - he's loved her for so long. Now that Scott is gone... his breath stops at the selfishness of his thoughts. Although he and Scott Summers never quite saw eye-to-eye, he respected him. Scott was a valued member of the team and Jean's husband. It was wrong of him to feel happy because another man was dead, but Logan couldn't help it. He felt that finally he could have everything that he ever wanted... at last.
"You're wrong Logan. I will never belong to another man again," Jean answered, reading his mind, "I've been caged up my whole life," a feral growl emanated from her chest as the room began to quake. Logan looked around the room wide-eyed as plaster cracked and items fell from their perches. "I will live by my own rules from now on." Suddenly the room stopped shaking and Jean stepped away from Logan, mentally ripping the door off the hinges as she walked away.
"Jean please!" Logan called out after her, as he found himself unable to move from his spot. Jean had bound him to his seat on the bed, paralyzing him so he could not follow.
"Goodbye Logan. Thank you - I will always care for you, but I cannot do this. This life here is not me anymore - never was" Jean telepathically shared with Logan as she exited the grounds of Xavier's School for Gifted Children.
Moments later Professor Xavier wheeled himself into the room with Storm following close behind.
"Logan, what happened," Professor X asked.
"You know damn well what happened Doc. She's gone,"
"I can follow her Professor," Storm offered.
"No Storm, she won't allow it. She'll disable the jet and everything else if we try and follow her," he says with a faraway look on his face; communicating with Jean telepathically. "Jean, please don't stay away too long. You are cherished here among us."
"No I'm not, I'm just an experiment to you - I always have been. STAY OUT OF MY HEAD! "Jean mentally screamed back.
Time seemed to stand still, no one could move or breathe for what seemed like an eternity. Then, as quickly as it was upon them, it was lifted. They all breathed deeply and nearly collapsed on themselves as if a heavy weight had been lifted.
Logan leaped from his bed, racing towards the door. "Logan, don't. She wants to leave. If you pursue her, she'll be angry and harm you, or worse. Please, let's just wait this out, see what she'll do next," the Professor pleaded with him - showing him, in his mind, what Jean's wrath is capable of. She saved them all at Alkali Lake, lifted and powered the jet, held the water at bay, and managed to keep herself alive for months on end under tons of freezing water. That was no easy feat. But with that kind of power destroying, Logan would be a walk in the park despite his adamantium skeleton and miraculous healing abilities - Jean could essentially disintegrate him.
Heeding the Professor's warning, Logan began dressing as he paced the room; formulating a plan to track Jean. Storm eyed Logan warily - she always cared deeply for him, but he was so distracted in his pursuit of Jean he barely noticed her unless they were truly alone. There was a powerful connection between the two that neither acted upon although there was no true hindrance - they both were unattached to any mate. However, they did forge a strong friendship.
Professor Xavier grabbed Storm's hand, tenderly patting it. "Let's leave him, there's a war raging inside of him. He'll leave us for a while. There's nothing you can do to change his mind - no matter how deeply you care for him. He knows you care for him Ororo, but like Jean, he must do this on his own."
Storm nodded her head and made her way out of the room. "You'll be sorely missed Logan, please don't stay away too long."
"Goodbye my friend, you'll always have a home here." With that, Logan was left alone. He threw whatever essentials he had into a pack and marched his way towards the garage. He jumped on his favorite Harley, keys already in the ignition, and made his way out into the darkness.
A/N:
This is kind of a rehashing of The Last Stand, but trust me, I'm going somewhere different with this. Please hang in there.