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Chapter 10: Facing the Truth

Three days later

Jean didn't have to see the way Logan was looking at her from across the room to know that she meant everything to him. But she wondered if he would ever be her everything? Probably not. At least not the way Scott had. Well, before he'd run off with—no. She had to stop thinking about it. About her and how she'd stolen him.
She turned away from the window with a sigh, realizing she was just using it as an excuse to stare blankly into space. Besides, it was dark, and cloudy enough that only Logan could make out more than just a few trees.

Logan. She looked at him and smiled.
He worshipped her. Was that the problem? He made it too easy? He didn't provide enough of a challenge? No. Logan was anything but meek. He just… wasn't Scott.
She knew it wasn't fair to compare them… especially since she did love Logan. It was just… different.

"Everything alright, Jeanie? You're awful quiet."
"Yeah, I was just thinking."
"What about?" "Hmm. You," she said with a smirk, as she sat down on the bed next to him.
It wasn't exactly a lie.
"Oh yeah?" he said, raising an eyebrow at her. "And just what were you thinking?"
She leaned over and kissed him in response, his ever-present scruff slightly scratching against her face.
He smiled at her, and brushed a strand of her hair gently out of her face as she pulled away slightly.
"Hey, you know, a guy could really get used to this," he said.
"So could I, Logan. So could I."
She threw her arms around him and kissed him again. All thoughts of Scott temporarily vanished.

After what seemed like hours, once peace and quiet had returned, her thoughts wandered back to Scott.
"Maybe it is about time we headed back. I'm sure they need us," she said.
Logan, sound asleep, snored in response.
She lay back in bed, and sighed. For the first time in weeks, she removed the block from her link with Scott. She reached out, oh so gently, and thought only one word: home.
She wasn't sure if it was meant as a warning, or why she was giving him any advance notice at all, but she did so without hesitation. She quickly restored the block, and rolled over, wrapping her arms around Logan. She quickly dozed off.

Hundreds of miles away, Scott woke with a start.
"Jean!" he cried out, before he could stop himself.
Emma gave him a look, somewhere between confusion and anger.
"They're coming back," was all the explanation he provided.