AN: Thank you again for reading and reviewing. :) As I already said that makes my day. It really does so keep it up please... ^^

Jeannie: Yeah well... we'll have to wait and see about that I guess... ^^ As for the quote I'll send you a pm to that one =) And thanks for letting me know that you like my portraing of the characters. It's great to know that you like it. =) I try my best though.
Probably it has little to do with the fact that I know a guy who used to bring me roses, carry me in the rain and kiss me outside while lightning was striking... etc. Though he was pretending to everyone else that he was the bad guy... Just wanting to let you know that I once had my very own living version of Logan, still have kinda, well let's say; it's complicated.

DPR: .. I'm glad you still like it :)

Aside that being said I hope you enjoy this chappie here.

"Writing isn't about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it's about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy."

- Stephen King, On Writing

And I just wanna be there when the lightning strikes.
And the saints go marching in

And sing slow it down,
Through chaos as it swirls,
It's us against the world.

- Coldplay "Us Against The World"

Two days later Ororo and Hank sat in the kitchen talking. It was really pretty late. They had done quite good the last week replacing Logan but it was not easy at all and especially Ororo was even more stressed out then she had been before.

"You think he'll ever come back?", she asked him.

"Well you know him, I guess he just needs his time but in the end he'll come back. He won't leave us alone here without saying goodbye."

"True", Ro said, "I just hope he's ok. I mean.. I .. I miss her too", she finally said tears rolling down her face and Hank hugged her.

"I know", he said.

"It wasn't fair at all", Ororo said sobbing for the first time since Jean died. She just hadn't have the time nor the will to let it get to her, until now.

Hank didn't quite know what to say so he settled for saying nothing. He knew Jean and Ororo had been pretty close friends and the past couple of months hadn't been easy for Ororo. Seeing her friend changing so much and then finally die.

They sat there for a couple of minutes until they heard a motorcycle coming nearer. First Ororo thought her mind was playing tricks but Hank heard it too.

She looked out of the window and didn't really see much except for two dark figures on a bike.

"He's not alone", she stated matter of factly.

Hank got up and pulled her with him so they could walk to the garage together. They were curious where Logan had been to and who was with him. And they were glad that he was finally back and seemed to be ok.

It took a couple of seconds at they stood in the garage hearing the bike coming nearer.
Ororo was slightly getting nervous and they walked towards them as Logan parked the bike in a corner.

"You're back. Where have you been Lo -", Ororo said as she came towards Logan. Then she caught a glimpse of the person standing behind him, "... Jean", it rolled of her tongue. Nearly a whisper. And then suddenly her eyes rolled back and she sank to the ground. Gladly Hank who stood behind her reacted fast enough and caught her fall.

But he seemed quite pale himself compared to his usual skin color. "Is that really you, Jean?", he finally asked.

"Yep it's her", Logan said, "long story. Can we talk about that in the morning?"

"Sure", Hank said letting them both in while he was carrying Ororo. He excused himself carrying her to her room as the other two adults went to Logan's room.

Jean hadn't said a word since they entered the mansion.

Logan closed the door of his room behind them.

"So that went quite ok", he said wanting to make her smile but failed.

Jean sat down on the bed.

"What's wrong?", he asked her sitting down next to her.

She buried her head in her hands for a few seconds before she looked up at him, "what's wrong! My best friend just collapsed seeing me. I don't know in which way that is a quite good reaction."

Logan put his arms around her pulling her towards him, "Ro'll be fine. I guess it was just too much for her. I mean to her and everyone else you've been officially dead. And then you just stand infront of her?", he stated the facts.

"Maybe you're right", Jean said with tears on her face.

"We should go to bed and talk about everything with them in the morning. Don't you think?", he asked and she nodded not moving.

He got up, knealed down infront of her and helped her out of her boots. Her jacket and pants following then, "could you help me here?", he said smiling.

"Sorry", was all Jean said standing up now so her pants hit the floor. She stepped out of them. Logan went over to his wardrobe and pulled a shirt out and some boxers, "you can wear these", he said handing them to her.

"Thanks", she said getting out of her shirt and bra and pulled on the new items of clothing. Then she went over to the bathroom while Logan got rid of his own clothes put Jean's on a chair infront of the window and then got into his bed.
She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and settled down next to him. He pulled her towards himself so she had her head on his chest and he was drawing little circles on her back.

"Just try to sleep", he said and she was already gone into her land of dreams.

He on the other hand lay awake a little longer thinking of the recent events. He could finally say that he was happy again. It didn't quite happen often in his life so far that he had really been happy.
But now he had her back. Jean wasn't dead. She loved him and she wanted to stay with him forever. He really couldn't be more happy. So he just smiled.
Since he got her back his nightmares were gone as well. And that was something that hadn't occured to him in years. Not to say decades.

He was stroking her back and looked down on her new old hair cut and smiled. He had done a pretty good job.
It had been in the morning right after they had eaten breakfast that Jean told him that she wanted her hair looking like it did when he first arrived at the mansion. She wasn't that much into short hair, she'd tried it. But now it was too long for her liking and it was getting pretty heavy and sometimes that could cause a headache. And she wouldn't need any more headaches than normal.

It had been him who asked her if he should cut it and the look she had given him was rather priceless. But she didn't want to look for a hairdresser. After all it would take time to find one and they didn't need any attention of other people. So she agreed to his suggestion and he went to work. One of his claws cutting more precisely than any kind of scissors ever could. She was startled afterwards as she had shown her the outcome in a mirror and wondered how many people he had ever given a new haircut before.

He was still smiling of that memory. It took him several more moments until he finally fell asleep as well.