Chapter 9: Wednesday-night
They finally found a small hotel pretty close to the border of Pennsylvania and Ohio. Logan had fallen asleep, leaning against the window while Jean was driving. She carefully pulled into the rocky lot, not wanting to wake him just yet.
Despite her efforts on a gentle ride, the light jarring of the car woke Logan. He grunted, rubbing his eyes and peering out the window. The rain had turned to a light drizzle by now and the visibility wasn't that bad.
Jean was already out of the truck, walking to the passenger side door to greet Logan as she noticed him wake. "Hey babe." She smiled lightly.
Logan yawned, lazily getting out of the truck and reaching in the back to get their things. "How long've I been asleep?"
Jean thought for a moment, checking her watch for the current time. "Oh, just a few hours I guess. How're you feeling?"
Logan shut the door of the truck and began walking with Jean to the main desk of the hotel to get a room for the two of them. "Still kinda tired." He shrugged.
Jean sighed, leaning into Logan as they walked. "Well, we can sleep in tomorrow. No hurry right?" She grinned a bit slyly.
Logan didn't even quirk a smile. He just opened the door and allowed Jean to step inside. "S'long as we ain't on the news or anything 'cos o' that damn gas station mishap." He grumbled dryly.
Jean waited for Logan once they were inside. He stayed back a bit, out of sight as Jean got a room. After getting the keys from the lady at the desk, she wrapped an arm around Logan's and lead him to their room. Jean knew something was bothering him. Ever since the incident at the gas station he seemed so...distant.
~*~*~
Once in their room, Logan dropped their bags on the floor and stripped down to his boxers, getting into the bed. He moved to the far left of the bed and rolled over on his side, facing the wall, without saying a thing.
He was tired, Jean already knew, but there was something more to it. Perhaps when Logan was in the station with a gun pointed to his head, the fact that he was helpless didn't hit him until now. He wasn't used to being so prone to death or serious injury. Jean decided, right now Logan needed something more than just a comforting chat. He needed to be held.
Jean stripped down to her underclothes, the clothes she was wearing damp from the rain. She got under the covers and snuggled next to Logan, wedging her arm under his and wrapping it around his chest. She could feel the body heat radiating off him, the soft touch of her skin and his acting like a heated blanket to help her sleep. Jean couldn't help but notice that Logan wasn't responding to her touch and she felt a twinge of sadness tug at her heart. It wasn't the fact that he wasn't holding her too, it was the fact that something was bothering him...alot.
Jean finally heard Logan's heartbeat get into the rhythm of a steady, sleeping beat, and his breathing regulating as well. After a considerable amount of time laying awake, Jean allowed the longing sleep to take control and she drifted off to dreamland.
They finally found a small hotel pretty close to the border of Pennsylvania and Ohio. Logan had fallen asleep, leaning against the window while Jean was driving. She carefully pulled into the rocky lot, not wanting to wake him just yet.
Despite her efforts on a gentle ride, the light jarring of the car woke Logan. He grunted, rubbing his eyes and peering out the window. The rain had turned to a light drizzle by now and the visibility wasn't that bad.
Jean was already out of the truck, walking to the passenger side door to greet Logan as she noticed him wake. "Hey babe." She smiled lightly.
Logan yawned, lazily getting out of the truck and reaching in the back to get their things. "How long've I been asleep?"
Jean thought for a moment, checking her watch for the current time. "Oh, just a few hours I guess. How're you feeling?"
Logan shut the door of the truck and began walking with Jean to the main desk of the hotel to get a room for the two of them. "Still kinda tired." He shrugged.
Jean sighed, leaning into Logan as they walked. "Well, we can sleep in tomorrow. No hurry right?" She grinned a bit slyly.
Logan didn't even quirk a smile. He just opened the door and allowed Jean to step inside. "S'long as we ain't on the news or anything 'cos o' that damn gas station mishap." He grumbled dryly.
Jean waited for Logan once they were inside. He stayed back a bit, out of sight as Jean got a room. After getting the keys from the lady at the desk, she wrapped an arm around Logan's and lead him to their room. Jean knew something was bothering him. Ever since the incident at the gas station he seemed so...distant.
~*~*~
Once in their room, Logan dropped their bags on the floor and stripped down to his boxers, getting into the bed. He moved to the far left of the bed and rolled over on his side, facing the wall, without saying a thing.
He was tired, Jean already knew, but there was something more to it. Perhaps when Logan was in the station with a gun pointed to his head, the fact that he was helpless didn't hit him until now. He wasn't used to being so prone to death or serious injury. Jean decided, right now Logan needed something more than just a comforting chat. He needed to be held.
Jean stripped down to her underclothes, the clothes she was wearing damp from the rain. She got under the covers and snuggled next to Logan, wedging her arm under his and wrapping it around his chest. She could feel the body heat radiating off him, the soft touch of her skin and his acting like a heated blanket to help her sleep. Jean couldn't help but notice that Logan wasn't responding to her touch and she felt a twinge of sadness tug at her heart. It wasn't the fact that he wasn't holding her too, it was the fact that something was bothering him...alot.
Jean finally heard Logan's heartbeat get into the rhythm of a steady, sleeping beat, and his breathing regulating as well. After a considerable amount of time laying awake, Jean allowed the longing sleep to take control and she drifted off to dreamland.
