Sorry I took so long but Christmas time is break time and I'm studying for exams so please be patient. Memories in italics and square brackets (if they work on fan fiction) this might be short but I'm rushing to post this for you guys.
I'm not Jean.
Logan read the three words over and over again. He could hear the faint voices in the background. But they meant nothing now. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. He'd finally been ok; finally his life began to make sense. It seemed like pain was never ending thing for him.
'Logan?'
He looked up. It was just he and Storm still in the room. He shoved the note in his pocket.
'Sorry, didn't hear you. What's the plan?'
'Kitty, Bobby, Piotr and Warren have gone to look in places where she might be. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping them?'
'Actually maybe I could stay here, if that's ok.'
'That's good. We're going to need a substitute teacher for some classes.'
'Yeah. Ok.'
He turned around and walked out. He headed towards his room, slamming the door behind him as he entered. He headed over to the chair in the corner. He had placed it there because from that specific place if he looked through the window he could see Jean's grave. Some day's he would stare at the grave hoping it would disappear and she was still alive. Other days he would try to look anywhere but the grave so that he didn't have to remember. When things were really bad he would have her here to forget everything. But there wasn't enough alcohol to make him forget everything, and that's when he would leave. He sighed and got up from the chair and flopped down on his bed.
'Jean…' He breathed.
His eyes grew heavy and for once he let sleep take him knowing he deserved whatever nightmares he had.
[I'm the only one who can stop her.]
[The
professor can help. He can fix it.
I don't want to fix it!]
[Kill
me.
What?
Kill me before I kill someone else.
Don't say
that.
Please.
Stop it.
Kill me.]
[You
would die for them?
No. Not for them. For you. For you.
Save
me.
I love you. ]
[Come on I'll take care of you
You promise?
Yeah, I promise.]
'Marie.'
He lay staring at the ceiling. He was covered in sweat. He slowed his breathing and rolled onto his side. That was the first time he'd dreamed of Marie in two years.
-xXx-
'Logan?'
He grunted and rolled over onto his side.
'LOGAN!'
An electric jolt flashed through his body. He yelped and leapt out of bed. Slowly he pulled himself up, rubbing his head. Jubilee was standing at his door, hands on her hips.
'What?' he mumbled.
'No sign of Marie yet.'
'Is that all?'
'Don't you care?'
'Of course I care.'
'Then why are you sleeping? As if this is just a normal day?'
'Look kid, there's nothing I can do.'
'There's so much you can do.'
'Like what?'
'GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND LOOK FOR HER.'
Electricity crackled dangerously in Jubilee's hair. Logan sighed and held his head in his hands.
'Look, I may not know what your going through, but I know what she's going through. Marie has never really expressed what's happening but I can see it in her eyes. Do you know what I see in her eyes?' whispered Jubilee.
Logan looked up at her and shook his head.
'Lately it's been fear and regret, but sometimes, for a moment, I can see Rogue. That feisty, southern girl who fought for what she believed in. I've seen it more and more ever since you came.'
'I think I've done more harm than good.'
'Is that why you always left? Were you trying to save her?'
'It's complicated.'
'I see we're getting nowhere.'
Jubilee stood and walked to the door pausing with her hand on the frame.
'Just think about what she was like when you left…' murmured Jubilee.
She walked out, closing the door behind her. Logan sighed. He stood up shrugging his shoes and jacket on. As he reached for his keys her remembered the last time he left…
['Have you seen my keys?'
'You leaving again?'
'Yeah, Obviously…'
'Will you come back?'
'Maybe. Dammit!'
He threw out the contents of his bag, rummaging through everything. Then he heard a tiny jingle behind him. He whipped around. Marie sat on the floor, one hand stretched out to her jeans, the other behind her back. She was still in her underwear and as she inched forward again the jingle sound went.
'What's behind your back?'
'My back itches.'
'Marie?'
She gave up trying to reach for her jeans and sat up straight. Slowly she brought out his keys from behind her back and dangled them in front of him.
'Come and get it.'
He launched himself at her, gently knocking her to the ground. They rolled around until finally he pinned her to the floor. He took his keys and shoved it into his pocket. She moved her hand towards his cheek, slowly cupping his face. Then withdrew it quickly and rolled out from under him. He got up and went to repack his bag. When he turned around to say goodbye, she was gone.]
-xXx-
Leaving it right there to keep everyone on the edge. Like I said exams I'm really busy so be patient!
