Chapter 5
After the two rested, Logan and Jean were once again making their way through the thick forest, occasionally stopping to eat or drink. They had reach the top of a large cliff, and they'd have to turn back. Jean sighed.
It was almost dark. Jean was taking a sip of water, looking out at the forest tree tops, when her eyes teared up. "Whats up, Jeannie?" Logan asked, sitting beside her. She swiped her tears away. "I – I miss my team," she admitted. "It's been years since I've been away from all of them for this long."
"They're worrying about you, too, no doubt," Logan said, comforting.
"It's not just that, though . . ." Jean shook her head, then looked at him. "Logan, you know you and I . . . we can't . . ."
He nodded. "I know, Jeannie." He pulled her over to him. "I know."
Jean closed her eyes. Logan wouldn't stick around; she knew that. He'd have to go off and do what he did. And how can someone have a relationship like that? She couldn't leave her team. . .
Jean heard a sound, then looked up.
. "Logan, look!" She exclaimed, pointing. A harsh, ruby red light was going off in several directions at a time. Jean stood. She'd know that beam anywhere! "Cyclopes!" She exclaimed. "My team!"
"They look like they're in trouble," Logan said. Jean nodded, her eyes wide. Logan took her in his arms. "Hold on," he whispered. "And close your eyes." She did, and she got the sensation of air flashing past her. A few moments later, she opened her eyes; they were on the ground. Jean looked up, where the cliff stood high.
"Logan. . . you jumped. . .?"
"Come on!" Logan called, taking her hand. Jean ran through the forest, beginning to hear yells and seeing a red beam closer. Jean ran ahead of her friend, jumping through the undergrowth. The soldiers that had attacked Logan and Jean a few days before were attacking her team! Scott and Bobby were fighting back-to-back; Hank was swinging from trees, kicking at soldiers; Warren flew overhead, dodging bullets. But there were too many men.
"Back. OFF!" Jean shouted, throwing a mental hurl at some of them. They flew back, slamming against trees and rocks.
Bobby looked over at her. "Je – Marvel Girl!"
Scott looked over, astonished, then went back to fighting.
With a snarl, Logan attacked, and the soldiers eyes widened, and they turned tail and ran. Logan stood and frowned, crossing his arms. "That was easy," he said, almost sounding disappointed.
Jean smiled. "Sorry, big guy."
"Jean!" Scott pushed past his friends and Logan, and wrapped his arms around Jean. Jean took in his wonderful scent, the way their bodies fit together, and she laid her head on Scott's chest. With a glance at Logan, she noticed he smiled, and gave a small nod. She smiled back.
"Who are you?" Warren demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at Logan.
"Guys, this is Logan," Jean explained, pulling away from Scott and smiling. "He saved my life. Several times."
"Then we're grateful to you," Hank said, shaking Logan's hand.
"No problem." Jean looked at Logan. She approached him.
"We've got to get to the mansion," Scott said suddenly. "Professor X will be wondering. . ."
Jean nodded, looking between Scott and Logan.
Between the two guys she loved.