Chapter 2: Monday-late afternoon
After leaving the hotel, Logan and Jean packed up their things in the old pick-up and were back on the road again. They were currently in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania driving on a quiet little road with a few fields and farms along the way.
The drive was quiet, but not an awkward silence, most of the way. Jean was getting tired, and glancing over at Logan in the driver's seat made her smile a bit. He seemed to be humming something that was on the radio. She leaned forward, playing with the dials until the sound was loud enough that she could hear.
Jean laughed at the song that was playing. "'I Will Survive', Logan?"
Logan looked over at Jean. "What?" He asked half-smiling, in that gruff voice of his. "The song reminds me o' you."
Jean smirked.
"B'sides, the sound's keepin' me awake and all th'other stations don't work." He winked at her.
Jean laughed, then put her hand on Logan's shoulder. "You want me to drive for a little while?"
Logan shook his head, "Nah, I'm good."
A few minutes later, Logan was partially looking at Jean when her eyes went wide and she pointed out ahead, screaming, "LOGAN! LOOK OUT!"
Looking back at the road as soon as he could react, Logan saw a broken down hay truck in the middle of the road. He swerved to avoid it as best he could, sending their pick-up truck into a field, where it hit a rut and started rolling.
Jean screamed and tried bracing herself, thankful that she was wearing a seatbelt. She was also thankful she had forced Logan to wear his. Jean prepared to try and stop the truck from rolling, using her telekinesis, or atleast put a shield around herself and Logan. Before she could react, Jean's head slammed against the side window and she was out cold.
~*~*~
The next thing Logan knew, he was battling a pounding headache, and somehow strapped upside-down. He opened his eyes, being hit with a wave of dizzyness, and glanced to his right. Jean was also there, upside-down, beside him and hanging there by her seatbelt. She had a gash on her forehead that was dripping little droplets of blood.
Logan needed a way to get down and help Jean. He tried struggling, but his legs were pinned under the steering wheel and dashboard that was bent like a crushed can of tuna. He heard a groan and looked to his side quickly. It appeared that Jean was regaining consciousness. "Jeannie? Jean baby, can y'hear me?"
"Uhhh...yeah." She replied groggily, trying to focus and glancing over at Logan.
Logan grunted. "Y'gotta get yerself down Jeannie, I...can't move....I'm stuck.
Jean seemed to understand what he was telling her to do, but her head hurt and she was fighting to stay conscious on top of that. Using her TK to prevent herself from falling to the roof of the flipped pick-up, she reached up and unbuckled her seatbelt.
Jean had just gotten herself down, and was moving towards Logan, when she slipped back to blackness again.
"Jean! Jeannie?!" Logan called out to her, but it was no use. Now the only choice Logan had was to either stay where he was, possibly fall unconscious himself from the blood rushing to his head, and wait for help, or try and free himself.
Logan decided on the latter. Although he and Jean seemed safe at the moment, there was still a possibility that the truck's engine would catch fire and he didn't want to risk it with Jean still inside.
Focusing back on his trapped legs, Logan continued squirming to get free. He finally unsheathed his claws, hacking off the steering wheel which seemed to help get his legs loose a bit. Logan then gave up squirming and started to hack away at the area that had him trapped the most. Once he had enough room to get out, Logan sliced at the seatbelt and fell to the roof with a painful grunt.
Logan took a deep breath and was suddenly panic-sticken. He could smell gasoline, and lots of it. Now there was a pretty good chance the truck *would* blow up.
Although Logan knew that his legs still needed time to heal, he also knew that he and Jean couldn't wait that long. Despite the aching pain, Logan crawled towards Jean and dragged her out of the truck through the passenger side window.
He dragged her out into the field far enough, when suddenly the truck burst into flames. Logan looked at Jean, and seeing the deep gash on her head, knew they'd have to find some help.
Even though there was no snow, it was still winter and there was a cold chill in the air. They definetly needed shelter or something. Logan saw a light across the field that must've been the farm house and gently picked Jean up, cradling her in his arms. He could barely walk, but Logan proceeded to take Jean towards the house anyway, wanting to get her to safety.
~*~*~
With great effort, Logan finally reached the house. Praying that someone would answer the door, and they'd be kind enough to take the two of them in, he knocked on the door.
An elderly couple came to the door, gaping at Logan and Jean in his arms.
"My lord!" The man exclaimed, looking into Logan's eyes.
Logan could barely keep his eyes open, his head was throbbing, his legs sore and numb at the same time. "I....need some help."
"Oh my, Jacob! Hurry up and get them inside!" The small elderly woman exclaimed, ushering them all inside.
Jacob guided Logan to a spare room where he was told to lay Jean down on the bed.
The woman started tending to Jean right away and Jacob looked over at Logan with concerned eyes.
Logan wavered slightly, putting his hand up to his head.
"You alright son?" Jacob asked, moving towards him.
Despite his efforts to remain conscious, Logan's legs could no longer support him and he finally collapsed.
After leaving the hotel, Logan and Jean packed up their things in the old pick-up and were back on the road again. They were currently in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania driving on a quiet little road with a few fields and farms along the way.
The drive was quiet, but not an awkward silence, most of the way. Jean was getting tired, and glancing over at Logan in the driver's seat made her smile a bit. He seemed to be humming something that was on the radio. She leaned forward, playing with the dials until the sound was loud enough that she could hear.
Jean laughed at the song that was playing. "'I Will Survive', Logan?"
Logan looked over at Jean. "What?" He asked half-smiling, in that gruff voice of his. "The song reminds me o' you."
Jean smirked.
"B'sides, the sound's keepin' me awake and all th'other stations don't work." He winked at her.
Jean laughed, then put her hand on Logan's shoulder. "You want me to drive for a little while?"
Logan shook his head, "Nah, I'm good."
A few minutes later, Logan was partially looking at Jean when her eyes went wide and she pointed out ahead, screaming, "LOGAN! LOOK OUT!"
Looking back at the road as soon as he could react, Logan saw a broken down hay truck in the middle of the road. He swerved to avoid it as best he could, sending their pick-up truck into a field, where it hit a rut and started rolling.
Jean screamed and tried bracing herself, thankful that she was wearing a seatbelt. She was also thankful she had forced Logan to wear his. Jean prepared to try and stop the truck from rolling, using her telekinesis, or atleast put a shield around herself and Logan. Before she could react, Jean's head slammed against the side window and she was out cold.
~*~*~
The next thing Logan knew, he was battling a pounding headache, and somehow strapped upside-down. He opened his eyes, being hit with a wave of dizzyness, and glanced to his right. Jean was also there, upside-down, beside him and hanging there by her seatbelt. She had a gash on her forehead that was dripping little droplets of blood.
Logan needed a way to get down and help Jean. He tried struggling, but his legs were pinned under the steering wheel and dashboard that was bent like a crushed can of tuna. He heard a groan and looked to his side quickly. It appeared that Jean was regaining consciousness. "Jeannie? Jean baby, can y'hear me?"
"Uhhh...yeah." She replied groggily, trying to focus and glancing over at Logan.
Logan grunted. "Y'gotta get yerself down Jeannie, I...can't move....I'm stuck.
Jean seemed to understand what he was telling her to do, but her head hurt and she was fighting to stay conscious on top of that. Using her TK to prevent herself from falling to the roof of the flipped pick-up, she reached up and unbuckled her seatbelt.
Jean had just gotten herself down, and was moving towards Logan, when she slipped back to blackness again.
"Jean! Jeannie?!" Logan called out to her, but it was no use. Now the only choice Logan had was to either stay where he was, possibly fall unconscious himself from the blood rushing to his head, and wait for help, or try and free himself.
Logan decided on the latter. Although he and Jean seemed safe at the moment, there was still a possibility that the truck's engine would catch fire and he didn't want to risk it with Jean still inside.
Focusing back on his trapped legs, Logan continued squirming to get free. He finally unsheathed his claws, hacking off the steering wheel which seemed to help get his legs loose a bit. Logan then gave up squirming and started to hack away at the area that had him trapped the most. Once he had enough room to get out, Logan sliced at the seatbelt and fell to the roof with a painful grunt.
Logan took a deep breath and was suddenly panic-sticken. He could smell gasoline, and lots of it. Now there was a pretty good chance the truck *would* blow up.
Although Logan knew that his legs still needed time to heal, he also knew that he and Jean couldn't wait that long. Despite the aching pain, Logan crawled towards Jean and dragged her out of the truck through the passenger side window.
He dragged her out into the field far enough, when suddenly the truck burst into flames. Logan looked at Jean, and seeing the deep gash on her head, knew they'd have to find some help.
Even though there was no snow, it was still winter and there was a cold chill in the air. They definetly needed shelter or something. Logan saw a light across the field that must've been the farm house and gently picked Jean up, cradling her in his arms. He could barely walk, but Logan proceeded to take Jean towards the house anyway, wanting to get her to safety.
~*~*~
With great effort, Logan finally reached the house. Praying that someone would answer the door, and they'd be kind enough to take the two of them in, he knocked on the door.
An elderly couple came to the door, gaping at Logan and Jean in his arms.
"My lord!" The man exclaimed, looking into Logan's eyes.
Logan could barely keep his eyes open, his head was throbbing, his legs sore and numb at the same time. "I....need some help."
"Oh my, Jacob! Hurry up and get them inside!" The small elderly woman exclaimed, ushering them all inside.
Jacob guided Logan to a spare room where he was told to lay Jean down on the bed.
The woman started tending to Jean right away and Jacob looked over at Logan with concerned eyes.
Logan wavered slightly, putting his hand up to his head.
"You alright son?" Jacob asked, moving towards him.
Despite his efforts to remain conscious, Logan's legs could no longer support him and he finally collapsed.