Chapter 10: Thursday-morning
Jean rolled over in the bed lazily as she began waking up. She meant to roll into Logan and wrap her arm around him, but he wasn't there. She snapped her eyes open, already on alert. Something was bothering Logan last night and she worried he might do something drastic, say like...run off. Luckily she heard the water running and figured he was just in the bathroom.
"Logan?"
There was no answer. Jean hopped out of the bed immediately and shuffled over to the bathroom. She gasped, a hand covering her mouth in surprise. Logan was sitting on the floor of the shower, with the water pouring down over him. He was curled up with his arms wrapped tightly around his knees and he was shuddering.
"My God, Logan..." She shut the water off and grabbed a towel from behind the door, wrapping it around him.
Logan just sat there, blankly staring at the grubby tiles on the wall inside the shower.
Jean wedged her hands under his arms and began pulling him to his feet. Logan cooperated with her slowly, but he moved like a robot, so unattached. Jean was really worried by now. "Logan, what's wrong? What were you doing?" She helped him out of the shower and grabbed another towel to dry him off.
Logan began to respond, his voice raspy but starting to sound not so robotic. "It was bad Jean...real bad...."
As he drifted off, Jean tried to keep him talking. She couldn't read his mind, but she needed to know what was going on with him. "What was bad Logan? Is it what happened at the gas station? Is that what's bothering you?"
Logan clamped his eyes shut and shook his head, flinching as though he was getting shocked. "N-No...memories..I couldn't make 'em go away....they were bad Jean....I..I thought a cold shower'd help....The visions...they usually stop."
Jean patted him on the back and led him towards the bed. She started to help Logan get into some dry clothes, seeing as he probably wouldn't be able to do so himself.
Once he was all dressed, Jean made Logan sit down on the bed, and he did so automatically without words or anything. Since she was only wearing underclothes, Jean threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, pulling them from her bag but still keeping a worried eye on Logan.
"Logan, these..'visions'...are they from your past?" Jean asked him softly, sitting beside him and holding him in a hug.
Logan nodded, staring off at the wall. His gaze started shifting, and it seemed he was getting back to normal somewhat, his movements less automatic now. "It's...they're from.." He stopped himself, wincing hard as the memories came back to him. "...Weapon X." Logan finally mumbled, through clenched teeth.
Jean rubbed his arm, kissing his cheek softly. She sighed. a tear dripping down her cheek. All Jean remembered was the time she herself had spent with Weapon X. It was an unpleasant time to say the least, but she couldn't even begin to imagine what Logan had gone through when he was there. An experiment, a killing machine. That's all they thought of him and everything he tried to prevent himself from becoming.
"Logan, if the memories you're having are doing this to you, I think we need to see Professor Xavier about this. He might be able to help."
Logan shook his head vehemently. "No. I don't want him pokin' around in my head."
Jean pulled him closer to her and leaned her head against his shoulder. "Logan, I don't like what's happening to you. This is hurting you and I don't want it to continue. We need to get you some help babe, please."
Logan sighed. "Darlin', I dunno what to do anymore." He leaned forward, putting his head in his hands. "I feel like I'm fallin' apart."
Jean bit her lower lip. "That's it. We have to go back to the mansion. I'll get our things together and you just rest here for a minute okay?"
Logan nodded without saying a word.
Jean stood up and started picking up their clothes and getting everything together. As much as she didn't want to go back, mainly because of Scott, she would do it if it would help Logan out. She loved him, not Scott, and nothing could come between that kind of love, no matter what happened.
~*~*~
Jean and Logan got into their truck and drove away from the small hotel without looking back. Jean was in the driver's seat, while Logan sat beside her, staring blankly out at the open road.
Jean gently reached over, rubbing Logan's shoulder. She smiled at him softly and he looked at her, eyes glazed over, and Jean sensed his worry about going back to the mansion. "Don't worry, we're going to be fine, both of us."
Logan returned the smile, sighing with a more calming sense of relief.
Jean telepathically called Professor Xavier, informing him that they were both on their way home.
~FIN
A/N: Please review. I hope you liked this sequel to Backdraft. Check it out if ya haven't read it. ;P Thanks!
Jean rolled over in the bed lazily as she began waking up. She meant to roll into Logan and wrap her arm around him, but he wasn't there. She snapped her eyes open, already on alert. Something was bothering Logan last night and she worried he might do something drastic, say like...run off. Luckily she heard the water running and figured he was just in the bathroom.
"Logan?"
There was no answer. Jean hopped out of the bed immediately and shuffled over to the bathroom. She gasped, a hand covering her mouth in surprise. Logan was sitting on the floor of the shower, with the water pouring down over him. He was curled up with his arms wrapped tightly around his knees and he was shuddering.
"My God, Logan..." She shut the water off and grabbed a towel from behind the door, wrapping it around him.
Logan just sat there, blankly staring at the grubby tiles on the wall inside the shower.
Jean wedged her hands under his arms and began pulling him to his feet. Logan cooperated with her slowly, but he moved like a robot, so unattached. Jean was really worried by now. "Logan, what's wrong? What were you doing?" She helped him out of the shower and grabbed another towel to dry him off.
Logan began to respond, his voice raspy but starting to sound not so robotic. "It was bad Jean...real bad...."
As he drifted off, Jean tried to keep him talking. She couldn't read his mind, but she needed to know what was going on with him. "What was bad Logan? Is it what happened at the gas station? Is that what's bothering you?"
Logan clamped his eyes shut and shook his head, flinching as though he was getting shocked. "N-No...memories..I couldn't make 'em go away....they were bad Jean....I..I thought a cold shower'd help....The visions...they usually stop."
Jean patted him on the back and led him towards the bed. She started to help Logan get into some dry clothes, seeing as he probably wouldn't be able to do so himself.
Once he was all dressed, Jean made Logan sit down on the bed, and he did so automatically without words or anything. Since she was only wearing underclothes, Jean threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, pulling them from her bag but still keeping a worried eye on Logan.
"Logan, these..'visions'...are they from your past?" Jean asked him softly, sitting beside him and holding him in a hug.
Logan nodded, staring off at the wall. His gaze started shifting, and it seemed he was getting back to normal somewhat, his movements less automatic now. "It's...they're from.." He stopped himself, wincing hard as the memories came back to him. "...Weapon X." Logan finally mumbled, through clenched teeth.
Jean rubbed his arm, kissing his cheek softly. She sighed. a tear dripping down her cheek. All Jean remembered was the time she herself had spent with Weapon X. It was an unpleasant time to say the least, but she couldn't even begin to imagine what Logan had gone through when he was there. An experiment, a killing machine. That's all they thought of him and everything he tried to prevent himself from becoming.
"Logan, if the memories you're having are doing this to you, I think we need to see Professor Xavier about this. He might be able to help."
Logan shook his head vehemently. "No. I don't want him pokin' around in my head."
Jean pulled him closer to her and leaned her head against his shoulder. "Logan, I don't like what's happening to you. This is hurting you and I don't want it to continue. We need to get you some help babe, please."
Logan sighed. "Darlin', I dunno what to do anymore." He leaned forward, putting his head in his hands. "I feel like I'm fallin' apart."
Jean bit her lower lip. "That's it. We have to go back to the mansion. I'll get our things together and you just rest here for a minute okay?"
Logan nodded without saying a word.
Jean stood up and started picking up their clothes and getting everything together. As much as she didn't want to go back, mainly because of Scott, she would do it if it would help Logan out. She loved him, not Scott, and nothing could come between that kind of love, no matter what happened.
~*~*~
Jean and Logan got into their truck and drove away from the small hotel without looking back. Jean was in the driver's seat, while Logan sat beside her, staring blankly out at the open road.
Jean gently reached over, rubbing Logan's shoulder. She smiled at him softly and he looked at her, eyes glazed over, and Jean sensed his worry about going back to the mansion. "Don't worry, we're going to be fine, both of us."
Logan returned the smile, sighing with a more calming sense of relief.
Jean telepathically called Professor Xavier, informing him that they were both on their way home.
~FIN
A/N: Please review. I hope you liked this sequel to Backdraft. Check it out if ya haven't read it. ;P Thanks!