This is the final chapter! This one is actually super sad, and it's kind of based around another story I'm working on, in which I'll probably recycle most of this scene.

Also, I haven't given up on my other story! I'm still working on it, but I've had this overwhelming desire to do some more serious works, and thus we have Kill the Messenger.

Kill the Messenger 3

I'm gonna send a little rain to pour down on you

Rain that makes the flowers bloom

Rain to leave you all alone

That keeps eyelashes falling

And wishes washed away

Logan stood, leaning against the tree line surrounding the edges of the mansion. He wasn't hiding, but then again, I guess you could say he was.

On the one hand there was the part of him that just needed some time alone, a part of him that knew he would go back into that room, the one that haunted his thoughts. He knew he would eventually go back, he just didn't need to yet. At least that's what he kept telling himself. He kept reminding himself that everything would be fine and that it wasn't like he was denying anything to himself. He wasn't hiding.

Unfortunately, there is only so long that you can lie to yourself before SOMEONE figures it out, most likely yourself. He knew that he was hiding. He was hiding from the gripping fear and the sullen faces. He was hiding from the unknown fate and the overwhelming emotion that reeked in the air and radiated off everyone, including himself. He knew that the longer he stayed away the longer he could avoid the truth, the same truth he would continually fight until he had no more left in him.

Logan was turned away from the mansion. He knew if anyone had been watching they would assume he was just doing his usual, brooding and probably mutilating some poor tree. Unfortunately, no one seemed to see what was really going on.

Logan, Wolverine, the scariest man on campus, was crying. It took Logan a moment to even realize what was happening, and by that time, it was too late. Tears poured from his eyes. Tears for everything that had happened, tears for all the people involved. Logan had been unaware that he even had the ability or body parts needed to cry, but apparently he did, and the dams had been opened.

The day, which had originally been only partly cloudy, got slightly darker as rain clouds moved across the sky. It started soft, but eventually let out into a soft, pouring rain. Logan paid little attention to it besides to note the fact that at least no one would see his tears. Eventually, the man dropped to his knees, not caring who saw this time.

She watched him from her spot not too far away. She knew he needed her, but she didn't know how she could help. You'd think that being with him for a couple years now she would know, but she didn't. He'd always been the stronger of the two. Not to say that she herself was weak, but only to say he was a much stronger safeguard for emotions.

She finally broke down and walked slowly closer to him. She knew that in this state he would either be prone to lash out or prone to give in. Going into a situation like this with no knowledge of the coming reaction made her move cautiously towards her target. It was hard to see if his senses were working properly. If they were, he would have had some indication she was here. She was almost ten feet away now, when his voice pierced through the rain, thicker and groggier than usual.

"Ro," he said through the tears. He had sensed her coming and he wasn't scared. In fact, the usually self-protective man knew he needed her. He needed this comfort. "Ro, help me."

Ororo raced to him immediately. She faced him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and letting him cry into her shoulder as he held her waist as tight as he could without hurting her. The weather witch was not fragile; in fact, she had once or twice even beaten Wolverine in combat, but now was a different scenario. Now, he showed just how much he really needed her.

Logan tried multiple times to speak, but his words were always cut off by the sobs breaking through his throat. Ororo stroked his back, letting a few tears of her own escape. She had let all of her tears escape much earlier, but she still had plenty to shed when provoked.

Rogue, Nightcrawler, Shadowcat, Colossus and Gambit had gone on what appeared to be a simple recruitment mission for the Professor who was currently on the west coast at a conference in California. Unfortunately, it had been a set up by the MRD. In the fighting, Nightcrawler had been injured, and Gambit was captured. It had been a rough fight from there, Shadowcat playing the defense, attempting to protect her blue teammate, but Rogue and Colossus could only do so much. Finally, the fight had become too stressful, and Rogue latched onto a few of the psyches in her head out of protective instinct. She eventually fought their way out of the fray; Rogue taking out the numbers of MRD that had filled three blocks in all directions. At the end of the fight, Rogue and Colossus managed to get everyone onto the Blackbird, but on the way home, had collapsed, screaming. It took them an hour to get home after that, and the Professor had been brought home from California as soon as Colossus phoned in the situation to Storm, who was their mansion contact.

That was a week ago. Everyone was fine, except Rogue. Once again, the girl had managed to put herself into a coma. Her body had been weakened from the fight, and the Professor had only gotten darkness from her mind. The week had been spent trying different ways of getting her body to respond to treatments as well as the Professor trying to reach her in the darkness of her mind. Neither approach had any luck whatsoever. Everyone was starting to give up, and Logan had been holding onto his fears for much too long.

"Ro, what if she doesn't get through this? I won't burry her, I won't let her give up!" Logan had finally gotten the strength to speak, but his voice was shallow and gravelly. The two moved to sit next to a tree, Logan pulling his knees close to him and Ororo putting an arm around him, using the other to stroke his arm.

"Do you feel any better, Logan?" Ororo watched him, gauging his reaction. He sighed.

"I… I hate that I do feel better. I want to feel awful. I don't want her to have to feel this pain on her own. How can I feel better when she's still in that bed, broken and dying?" Logan hit his own leg with his fist, angry with himself.

"Logan, sometimes it takes the rain in al it's sadness to make the flowers grow. I find rain to be comforting, because I can be completely alone and sad, but I am not really alone. The rain is everyone's tears coming together to bring better days. Rogue is strong; I have yet to give up on her."

Ororo could still see the anguish in the man's eyes, and so she made a suggestion she knew he couldn't resist.

"Let's go inside, dry off, and get some rest. The heaven's know we both need it."

And that's what they did. Ororo and Logan let their eye's close, falling asleep to the still pouring rain. Nobody would be Killing the Messenger of bad news today, because there would be none. There was still hope.