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AN: My two other fics – X3 – the final stand and Xavier's school for teenage heartbreak – have been postponed till after Christmas as I wanted to do a Christmas fic. I apologize to all those who were awaiting the next chapter to them but hopefully after you read this, you'll forgive me.
This is set after X1 and completely ignores X2 and X3, because not only do they not fit into the storyline, but X3 sucks and we all know it. So till they fix the horrible mess that they've made, I'm going to completely ignore it. Hmm… Maybe I should do a list on all the oh-so-wrong things in X3.
Well anyway. Everything in X1 happened, except Logan stayed at the end.
Dedicated to anyone who read or reviewed the last two chapters. Especially those people who reviewed – see if you review, you get extra-special thanks! Also, if you do an anonymous review could you please leave me your e-mail address? So that I can reply. Thanks.
I also apologize to all the loyal Jott fans – like myself, as I said at the end of the first chapter I have not been tempted to go on to the other side. Do you need to hear the cookie story again? – for this story as it may be breaking your hearts but I ask you to hold on and bite your knuckles though this story, as you will be rewarded.
Dimension 1 – Normal X-men.
Dimension 2 – Logan's-wish-dimension X-men.
"Someone talking."
'Someone thinking.'
-A psychic talking in someone's mind.-
xXx
Dimension 2.
Jean had no idea what was happening, one moment she was standing next to Scott by the window and the next, she was pressed against him, kissing him furiously. He wasn't passive, his arms were locked tight around her waist and he was kissing her back with as much vigor and passion as she was. But even after realizing what they were doing, it still took Jean several moments – possibly minutes, she had lost all sense of time – before she was able to pull herself away from him.
But as soon as she had moved away from him she craved more. It felt wrong to be apart from him, even though it was wrong to be kissing him. But it felt right. They had been separated for only a few seconds and yet Jean was desperate for more, as though she hadn't seen him for ages. Giving in to her weakness, she pushed him against the wall next to the window and pressed her mouth roughly to his, begging for entrance. He granted and Jean felt right once again.
To say that Scott was surprised by Jean's behavior was an understatement. But his amazement didn't stop him from returning her kisses with equal force. If anything, it further motivated him. He wasn't usually like this, meeting a woman then five minutes later having her tongue down his throat. But it felt different with her. He felt safe, as though she wasn't going to be like the other few woman had had dated. She wasn't going to hurt him.
They might have one on for longer if Jean hadn't pulled back once again. The panic in her eyes had told him that it wasn't like the last time she had pulled back; she wasn't going to kiss him again. For now anyway. She moved away from him, turning to lock her eyes on the door. She had sensed that someone was coming down the hall, and kissing the enemy was not a good thing to be caught doing; especially if it was by her boyfriend.
It was lucky that she had sensed him and pulled away because moments later said boyfriend was at the door.
Logan wasn't sure what he was expecting as he entered the room but he wasn't expecting them to be just standing there. Scott was at the window, his back flat against the wall and a bewildered expression on his face. His hair even messier than when Logan had last saw him. Jean was between the bed and the door, nibbling on her bright red thumb nail. Logan nodded at the small bag on the bed.
"That all ya brought?"
Scott looked up at him and ran a hand though his hair.
'So that's why his hair's messy.' Logan thought, trying to keep himself from smirking.
"Yeah." Scott told him, bringing his back off the wall to stand straight. Then he gave a nod in Jean's direction. "Red, here, said she'll take me shopping."
Jean's eye's widened and her cheeks reddened as both men turned to her. "I, err might take you -"
Scott cut her off. "Funny, I distinctively remember the word 'promise'." His voice had taken a cold edge as he watched her intently.
"Yes." She said as Logan shot her a look. "Yes, I did."
The three were in silence for a second. Scott and Logan exchanging glances of dislike over the room and Jean searching for something to say. The clock caught her eye.
"Logan, you're late."
"Huh?"
Jean sighed. "You're late for class! The kid's will be waiting."
"Oh, right." But he didn't move. Jean groaned.
"You've got to go." He shuffled slightly but didn't leave. Jean shot him a look. The look that said: 'If you don't do what I tell you, then you aint getting any for a week!' (1) He got the message.
Logan gave a nod to Jean and one last look of hatred to Scott before turning on his heel and walking out the door. Jean and Scott were left in silence again; Scott' eyes never leaving her face and Jean looking anywhere but at him. After several moments, Jean motioned towards the door.
"I'd better…" She said, her voice failing her as she met his gaze. He nodded and moved towards her a little.
"So, when are we doing this shopping thing?" He asked casually. Jean was amazed that he could talk so casual when just minutes ago he was using his tongue in a very different way. His hand waved in front of her suddenly, and she realized that she had been staring at his mouth as he spoke.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Well, the sooner the better really." She paused. "How about tomorrow?"
He grinned and walked to the door. "It's a date." He breathed into her ear as he passed her. Then he walked down the hall, leaving Jean slightly breathless in his doorway.
xXx
Dimension 1.
Jean and Logan had talked for an hour about Jean's theory. Well, Jean had talked and Logan had listened, nodding occasionally. But he wasn't listening really, he was thinking about Jean. His dimension Jean. What would she be doing now? Did they know yet? If so she must be worried. She must be missing him. (1) He missed her. This Jean was great too; she was almost exactly like his Jean. The only difference was who she was dating. Because this Jean was dating Scott, not Logan.
His thoughts drifted to the other Logan as Jean continued to talk excitedly. How did he feel about Jean? Did he love her as he loved his Jean? Logan had fallen for the red-head as soon as he had seen her. Was it the same for this Logan? But she would have been dating Cyclops then, it must be killing him to see her with another man. Then he wondered if that Logan had raised the alarm yet. He must have, he had been there for almost a day now, he must have noticed that there was something wrong, something different.
Jean looked at him suddenly; she stopped talking and smiled at him.
"Tell me about your world." She said, breaking his thoughts.
He made a face as he thought. "I think that you should tell me about yours first, so I can get to know it."
She nodded. "Well, what do you want to know?"
He paused. What would he need to know? "The history of the X-men really." He said slowly. "And anything important that's happened that's involved your Logan."
She chewed her bottom lip gently as she thought. "Well, in this world, Scott was the first X-man. Then me and then Storm and Beast. Do you know Beast?" He gave a nod and continued. "Well in this world you don't. Then when we were adults Xavier started recruiting young students to learn and be protected here. They learn the stuff that they would learn in a normal school and mutant stuff. Like how to use their powers and how to react to humans. You got this?"
He nodded again. "That stuff is basically the same in my dimension, except there's no Scott."
"Oh." Jean said, she looked up to meet his eyes. "Where is he?"
Logan made a face. "With Magneto."
Jean looked panic stricken. "Magneto? You mean he's on Magneto's side?"
Logan felt a little bad about having to break the news to her but if she was to learn about his dimension then she was going to have to learn to treat Scott Summers as the enemy. He could tell it wasn't going to be easy for her, though. She was staring at him with sad eyes, begging him to tell her that Scott wasn't with Magneto. He wanted to make her feel better and tell her that he was kidding but he didn't want to lie to her either.
"Sorry, Jeanie." He told her. Her eyes dropped to the floor sadly.
She shrugged. "It's not your fault." She said, looking up to meet his eyes.
"I know."
She laughed a little. "Then why did you apologize?"
He made a jerky movement with his head, signaling that he didn't know. She just smiled. They stood in silence.
"Do you always call me that?" Jean said suddenly. He just gave her a confused look. "Jeanie." She continued. "Do you always call me, or rather you Jean, that?"
He nodded. "I don't know why. I just always have." He shot her a look. "I don't have to call you it, if your uncomftable with it -"
"No, its fine. I was just wondering…"
Logan made a start towards her but a movement at the door cut him off.
"Hey." Scott said as he entered. Logan gave him a nod while Jean gave him a beautiful smile and kissed him on the cheek as he walked to stand next to her.
Jean looked at the time. "Where've you been? You class ended twenty minutes ago."
Scott nodded. "I know, I was talking to Professor X." He looked over at Logan. "He wants to talk to you."
Logan looked hopeful. "What 'bout?"
Scott made a shrugging motion. "I'm not sure, but I think it has something to do with your dimension."
Logan's face broke out into a grin. "Right, well. I'll go see him then."
Jean and Scott watched him walk out, then Scott put his arms round Jean's waist and pulled her towards him. Jean let out a small gasp as Scott dropped his mouth to her neck, she squirmed as he moved to whisper in her ear. "Shall we continue form this morning?"
Jean bit her lip and pulled back despite her longing to stay with him.
"Don't you think we should go see what's going on?" Scott made a face and gave a dramatic sigh.
"Fine. I guess we really will have to wait till tonight, huh?" He took her hand as they walked down the halls towards Xavier's office.
Minutes later they arrived at Xavier's office on the the first floor, professor Xavier, Logan and Storm were already waiting for them.
"Ah!" Xavier said as they came in. "Now that we are all here we can begin." He smirked slightly as Jean and Scott sat down. "Storm and Logan have been waiting pationetly."
"'Pationetly?'" Storm questioned. "He's been practicly jumping out of his seat."
Logan shot her a glare but she just put her tongue out at him. Logan looked over at Jean as she repressed a giggle, next to her Scott was grinning. Logan made a small growling noise and turned back to Xavier.
"Well?" He asked the man opposite him. "'Ave ya made contact with my dimension?"
"Not exactly." Xavier said carefully. He only raised his eyebrows when Logan swore loudly. "I am able to sense the people in your dimension but we have yet to… communicate."
"But I thought ya said that ya'd be able ta communicate if ya were both tryin'!" Logan exclaimed desperately.
Xavier nodded. "I did. It appears that the Xavier in your dimension has yet to access Cerebro and try to find me."
"Why hasn't he tried yet?"
There was a silence.
"Perhaps." Storm started slowly. "Perhaps Logan has not told him yet, if that dimension Xavier didn't know then he wouldn't be trying to reach us."
Logan scowled. "Why wouldn't your Logan have told 'im yet? I told Xavier as soon as I noticed something was…" He shot a look at Scott and Jean. "Wrong." He finished, showing his dislike for the fact of Scott and Jean being a couple.
Xavier shrugged. "He might not have noticed that he is in the wrong place yet -"
Jean shook her head and cut him off. "I think that's a bit unlikely, professor. I'm sure that Logan must have realised that something's up by now."
The room fell into silence again. Scott was the one to brake it this time. "As much I don't want to come to Logan's defence." He said making a face. "It is possible that Logan hasn't come forward yet because he doesn't trust them. I mean." he turned to Logan." You've lived with Xavier for years, yes?" Logan nodded, starting to see where this was going. "Well then you would trust him by then so you would come to him when you think something's off. But our Logan has only been here a few months, he doesn't exactly trust us yet. If he's noticed something's wrong, he's not going to come out and ask Xavier for help right away. He'll wait until he's desperate or it's too late and they already know."
"Oh, I see!" Storm said, grinning. "Logan doesn't know what's going on but he doesn't trust anyone enough there to tell them."
Xavier nodded. "He doesn't know he's travelled into a whole other dimension, he knows something's wrong he just doesn't know what."
Jean bit her lip. "Except." She said slowly, not wanting to break the excitement but knowing that she had to tell them. She shook her head lightly. "Except the whole mansion will have changed for him, if he's been their for years then he might be in a different room, he might teach, he might be in pictures. He has too have noticed that he's in a different place and even he would say something to someone."
Logan nodded, his earlier excitement gone. "She's right. I don't live in the room that he does, I 'ave classes, I've been in loads of pictures, the kids know me 'n' I know 'em. Plus ya 'ave people we don't 'n' he would definitely notice that Scott isn't there -"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Scott interrupted. "What do mean 'that Scott isn't there'?"
Logan made a face that showed that he wanted to smirk but was trying not to. "Sorry bub, But ya aint with the X-men in meh dimension."
Scott and Storm frowned, Jean just locked her gaze onto the floor and gripped Scott's hand tightly for support for when the final blow came.
"Then where is he?" Storm asked. Her face took a stricken look. "Logan, he is in your dimension isn't he?"
"Oh, yeah. He's in it." Logan said, glaring at Jean's and Scott's hands. "He's with Magneto though."
Scott paled slightly, Storm looked like she was going to faint. Or be sick. Jean just closed her eyes and breathed deeply. It was Xavier's reaction that surprised Logan. He just raised his eyebrows.
"Well that can't be right." He said, pulling everyone's attention to him.
Logan grimaced. "No offence, Professor but I've lived there for many years. Trust me, he aint there."
But Xavier just shook is head. "No, Logan. I'm afraid you can't be right. I sensed him in the mansion when I was searching for your Xavier. He was different from our Scott but I'm completely sure that it was him."
Logan stared. "It's impossible. He's the enemy, we'd never let him in!"
"Well that's what I sensed."
Logan opened his mouth then closed it again. He opened his mouth for a second time, this time words came out. "But, but -"
"Logan there is no use arguing to me about it." professor Xavier sighed, rubbing his temples. "When I am able to contact your dimension I shall allow you to talk to them. But till then you will have to remain calm and patient. Do you understand?"
Logan bowed his head slightly. "Yeah, I'm sorry."
"It is no problem, Logan." Xavier said, his tone lightening a little. "It is quite understandable that you should be emotionally unstable right now." He turned to address the whole room. "I think our younger X-men - Iceman and Rogue - should know of this…" Xavier searched for the right word. "Predicament."
xXx
Dimension 2.
As Jean headed towards her bedroom the next night, she could tell something was wrong. As she got closer to her and Logan's room the feeling intensified. She stopped outside her door, feeling increasingly uneasy. The nervous vibes that had been making her uneasy were coming from inside her room. Logan was in there, she could sense him. He was waiting up for her, wanting to talk to her. Jean stood in the hallway a little while longer. If she went in there something would happen, something bad. And yet she knew that she couldn't not go in there. He was waiting for her, if she didn't go in then not only would he come to find her but she would have to explain why she didn't come to bed. He might even know she was there, with that nose of his he might be able to smell her and was waiting for her to come in. With that in mind, she grasped the door handle, took a deep breath and opened the door.
She was partly right. He was up and waiting for her. Though not for the same reasons as he had been for the last few nights, the last few nights she hadn't had much sleep; Logan's healing power meant that he was always ready for her and the last few nights he had been ready and waiting at every chance he got. But tonight he wanted to talk and was very nervous about it, which was weird as he had talked to her about many things before that he had never talked to anyone about.
But she want all right, he hadn't smelt her outside the door. Maybe he hadn't picked up on her smell or maybe he was too distracted. But she knew that he wasn't expecting her as he stood up off the bed that he had been sitting on with a startled expression on his face.
"Jean…" He said nervously, biting his lip and shuffling from foot to foot.
She smiled reassuringly, letting him know that she was there for him. "Hey, Logan. Are you ok? You look a little pale."
He nodded several times. "I'm fine, Jean." He met her eyes. "We need to talk."
Jean walked further in the room, shutting the door behind her. "Ok."
Logan swallowed. "I need to tell you something." He croaked.
Jean walked closer to him and laid her hand on his shoulder gently. "What ever it is." She said softly. "You can tell me. I'm here for you."
He nodded again. "I don't know how ta tell ya this."
"Come on, you've told me loads of things. You can trust me."
Logan broke her gaze to look at the floor. "I don't want ya ta be mad at me." He murmured.
"Why would I be mad at you?" She asked curiously.
"'Cos I'm not meant ta be here." He told her.
Jean looked confused. "What are you going on about? Of course you're meant to be here. You live here."
Logan shook his head. "No, I'm not 'n' no I don't." He swallowed again. "I live in a different place. I don't know how to explain it… a few day's ago I woke up in a completely different world, ya remember? The morning' I asked what we did the night before and ya thought I was ill?"
Jean nodded, tightening her hand on his shoulder. "Your were acting… odd." She paused. "You have ever since."
He bit his lip. "That's because I don't belong here." He took a deep breath. "Ya should sit down. This is goin' to be hard to take in but please don't interrupt 'til I'm done and don't ask too many questions 'cos I don't really understand this myself."
Jean was still looking completely confused but she sat down on the bed behind him and allowed him to talk.
He told her everything. He needed too; he couldn't keep living someone else's life. He couldn't keep lying to her. To anyone else, yes. But not to her.
So he told her all he knew; about his world, the shooting star, why he didn't tell her when he realised that something was very wrong and even, though it pained him to do so, about her and Scott in his world. Jean sat there, not saying a word like she promised, her eyes getting wider and her face getting paler with every word that he told her.
"I wanted to tell ya, I did, but I didn't understand what was goin' on 'n' when I did…" He trailed off. "'N' when I did… I couldn't bare ta 'ave ta leave this world and go back ta one where I aint with ya."
Jean was silent. She was staring at him with a hurt expression on her face.
"Say something'." He pleaded.
Jean took a deep breath. "How could you?" She whispered.
Logan just watched her; those three words had gone though him like little daggers.
"You came here and took his place? And we… I… Oh god. I feel so tainted!"
Logan shook his head and reached out to touch her arm. "Look, Jeanie…"
"No!" Jean shot up off the bed, swirling away from him. "You used me!"
"No, Jean! Never, I could never use you."
"Then why couldn't you tell me?!"
"Cos then I'd have ta leave you! And I couldn't bare that cos… cos I think I love ya."
Jean stepped back from him, tears falling from her eyes. "If you loved me then you wouldn't have just let me think that you were him. You would have told me."
"I wanted too, but I didn't even know what was goin' on 'n' then I didn't want to leave you." He begged her to understand. Or at least calm down so that she would listen to him.
"Logan, you took advantage of me." She stated, shaking her head. Logan was the one person she thought would never hurt her or lie to her and now this other Logan had ruined it. She would never be able to trust or even look at Logan again without feeling sickened.
She let out a sob. Logan didn't know what to say. It was true. He had taken advantage of her. He took a step towards her but she just moved back; not wanting to scare or hurt her more, he stayed still. Even when she moved to the door, he stayed put.
Jean took a deep breath, her eyes red and her voice croaky. "You should go and tell Professor Xavier." He gave a nod without realising it. Jean looked past him to the bed; she could never sleep in there again. "You can sleep in here tonight, I'll find somewhere else."
Then she opened the door and walked out, leaving the door open for him to go and confess.
Jean headed to Ororo's room but turned from it at the door. For some reason she just couldn't face Storm right now, she couldn't face someone who knew Logan and who she would feel guilty around for not noticing that her boyfriend was a different person. Sure he looked the same, but Jean had felt as though he had been different the last few days. She didn't know why he couldn't remember the children's names or where something's were or what he would be teaching. She had looked past all that. It was her fault for not realising sooner.
Jean turned away from Storm's room and span in the hallway with her eyes shut till her hand collided with the wall. With her eyes still closed, Jean lent forwards to rest her forehead against the wall in front of her. Once her breath had returned to normal, she opened her eyes and stepped back to see that it wasn't a wall she had landed in front of at all. It was a door. And she knew whose it was as three doors down was her own room.
Not only that but she had spent the morning before making out with the residence of this room.
Jean hadn't even noticed that she had knocked on the door till the person that lived in the room had opened the door and was looking at her with surprise and then concern once he saw her red cheeks.
Even in her current state, Jean noticed that he was just in his nightwear. Which just happened to be… Boxers. (2) Jean promptly blushed despite the fact that she had seen almost every male, the professor not included, in their underwear many times. Some in less. Her eyes met his through his shades and her blush deepened. She tore her eyes from his and looked down. Bad decision, because in order to look down her eyes had to travel down his body.
He had a very toned chest and stomach, due to years of training for a war. Logan's chest had been very hairy with thick muscles, but Scott's chest was bare and smooth, his muscles were thick as well but in a slim way. He had a thin dusting of hair from his six pack downwards, disappearing into his boxers. Jean pulled her eyes from his chest down his stomach, past the silk dark red boxer and -
'Wait!' Jean's eyes snapped back up to his boxers. 'Dark red silk. Nice. Very nice.' Jean begged her legs not to weaken as she forced her eyes up to meet his confused face.
"Hey." She said weakly.
"Hey." He replied. "What -"
"Can I come in?" She cut in quickly. He looked surprised but nodded and moved back so that she could walk in.
Scott shut the door after her and then turned to face her. They stood staring at each other before Jean cleared her throat and turned away from him. Scoot seemed to realize that he was just in his boxers.
"Oh, sorry." He went to move to the jeans and shirt on the end of the bed but Jean stopped him.
"No, its fine. Its your room."
Scott nodded. "Ok, but what brings you to my room?"
Jean bit her lip. "I err, need a place to crash."
Scott's eyebrows flew up, threatening to vanish into his hairline. "Well, your welcome here but wouldn't you be more comftable in a spare room?"
Jean stepped towards him. "I'd rather not be alone." She mumbled.
"Then why don't you sleep with your boyfriend?" Scott countered quickly.
Jean gave a weak smile. "I suppose you could say he's not who I thought he was."
Scott frowned. "This doesn't have anything to do with me, does it?"
Jean shook her head. "No."
"You want to talk about it?" He said reaching out to stroke her arm.
Jean smiled at the contact and shook her head again. "No thanks."
He nodded. "Well." He said, clearing his throat. "You can sleep on the bed; I'll set up a little thing on the floor."
"I cant let you do that!" Jean said quickly. "I'm fine on the floor."
He just gave her a smile to melt her heart. "Jean, don't argue. I'll leave so you can get changed."
Jean groaned. "Crap! I cant get my clothes."
"I would offer to get them for you." Scott said nervously. "But I don't want to go though your draws."
Jean smiled. "Its ok. I don't think it would look good if you go and get my night stuff, do you?"
Scott chuckled. "No I guess not."
"I'll be fine. I'll just wear this." She said referring to the clothes she had on.
Scott frowned. The jeans and woolly top she had on didn't seem very comftable to sleep in.
"Wait." He said turning to his bag that was still to be unpacked. The only other clothes he had with him were leather trousers, similar to the X-men ones, and another black top and his training clothes. He passed her the training clothes; soft black cotton trousers and a dark red t-shirt. "You can wear these." He said proudly.
Jean smiled. "Thank you." She looked up from the outfit he had given her to see how close he was too her now. Their eyes met and Jean lent forwards to press her lips lightly to his. It felt good to have something completely true. It was odd but she felt as though she could trust Scott even though he used to be the enemy and they hadn't even had a full conversation yet. Jean was just pressing into him more when he pulled back.
It was so sudden that Jean almost fell flat on her face, but was able to catch her self just in time to just stumble. Jean looked up at him for an explanation.
"I'm sorry." He said quickly. "Really, really, really sorry." He looked her up and down and let out a groan. "God, you've no idea how sorry but I can't." He sighed and shook his head lightly. "I just can't, you know? You've just had an argument with you boyfriend and it wouldn't be right."
Jean found her voice. "But you were plenty willing the other day!" She exclaimed, annoyed at the lack of lip contact.
He nodded. "Well, yeah! But it's different. You're hurt and vulnerable." He took a step towards her, begging her to understand. "I'm not going to take advantage of you."
Jean felt a pang go though her. "Thank you." She said softly. Scott gave a sigh of relief. "But." She continued, making him look up to meet her eyes. "But you wouldn't be. I want this. I want to feel something real right now."
Scott nodded. "Exactly. 'Right now.'"
Jean pressed her body against him and felt him stiffen. "Don't you want me?" She asked huskily.
Scott swallowed. "Of course I do. But not for one night." Jean stared at him. "I don't do anything half-heartedly. And if we do this, then it can't be a one night thing. And you'd have to break it off officially with Logan first."
Jean stared at him for a few more moments before chuckling. "Who would have thought the enemy would have a conscience."
Scott smirked. "Yeah."
"Well, your joining and this… thing with Logan has made me thinking of what I want. And it's not him." Scott wasn't breathing, he was holding his breath unconsciously. She lent up to whisper in his ear. "And I don't do anything half way either."
She went to stand straight again but he grabbed her waist and pulled he into a deep kiss.
(1)- All woman can do this look, it's natural for us.
(2)- Please dont complain to me if you drool on you keyboard and it brakes, blame Scott. -- Sorry sweetie but its your fault for being so damn hot! --
Sorry if the ending id crap, it was late and I really wanted to get this done.
Right. Wow 10 pages! Longest chapter ever! Woo-hoo! Lol. And first chapter to be done on my new laptop!
Ok so what did you think? I would come up with something funny that would make you want to review but like I said, its late and I want to sleep. Its, like, midnight in England so, yeah.
Anyway because ive been so nice as too stay up late to give you this chapter, you should review yes? Yes, good.
Merry X-mas by the way. Lol.
Good night people.
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