OK, so here is chapter 11! I really hope you like it! Thanks for all the reviews!!! They really inspire me!
Erratic Feelings
Jean walked quickly away from the camp, wanting to be as far away as possible, knowing exactly where she was going, towards a peaceful place she always went to every since they moved into these woods, her thoughts racing in her head, and she felt as if everything was getting worse by the second…
Sometimes it feels like its all going down, like there is no way out, like there's no other option but to surrender, to give it all up and beg for mercy. I would just love to be able to avoid those moments more than I do.
She finally came to a stop, her eyes settling on the beautiful waterfall before her, sparkling in the sun, falling gracefully, roaring in her ears loudly but she didn't mind. Slowly, she leaned against her tree and sat down with her legs against her chest, her eyes still on the gift from nature before her, and then she started to think again…
I whish I could be as strong as I appear to be, as I want everyone to believe, but you see right through every shield I put up, you see right through my eyes and into my soul. You know I'm strong on the surface, but not all the way through, and it seams that when you wrap your arms around me, every time you simply hug me, simply kiss me, everything goes away, and I don't have to be scared and confused anymore, and I don't have to be as miserable as I tend to be.
Thinking of him made her want to cry again, scream frustrated but she bit her lip hard, not wanting to give in…
I know it breaks you inside when I try to lie about it all, when I try to hide and run and leave everyone else to clean up my mess.
I never know what's wrong and what's right, because I never stop to think about what I do, and I end up hurting everyone around.
You give me so much, but I'm giving nothing but pain in return, and I don't know how to change. I have been in this darkness for so long, that I don't know anything anymore.
She wished she could stand before him and tell him these words, but even if she found the courage to, what's to say he would believe her? After everything she's done…
Jean sighed and closed her eyes, and soon she fell asleep.
Emma wrapped her arms around herself as she leant against the wall of her cottage, knowing that Jason was still resting inside, but she wasn't tired anymore, she was wide awake and her mind was deep in thoughts about a certain redhead that seamed to be aiming for Emma's nervous break down… every since she was six-years-old The blond thought and couldn't help but remember the first time she ever met Jean… All those years ago, but she remembered it as if it was yesterday.
An eight-year-old Emma Grace Frost stepped down from the top bed on the bunk bed she shared with Jason, whom she noticed was still sleeping like a baby in his bed under hers.
She decided not to wake him, since she was up earlier than usual. She moved over to Erik's room down the hall of the small apartment in Chicago, when she heard the front door open.
Frowning, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and moved over to the living room bare foot, wearing soft pink pajama's while her long blond hair swayed past her hips placidly, and she stopped after seeing Erik come in from outside with something in his arms covered by his leather jacket.
He didn't seam to notice Emma standing at the other end of the living room; he only closed the door behind him and gradually put what he had in his arms down on the sofa.
Emma's eyes widened when she saw it was a little child. "Who is that?" She asked in her deep British accent, which for some reason, didn't change one bit even after living in the States for nearly a year.
Emma kept her distance from the strange redhead who stared at space with cold green eyes.
Erik turned to see Emma standing there and tried to hide the extreme worry and anxiety he felt. "Emma, what are you doing up?"
Emma shrugged. "Couldn't sleep anymore." Emma kept her eyes on the positively pale girl seating on their sofa with Erik's heavy jacket around her slender form, thin and spent, so thin that she could almost see her bones, and her eyes still looked at nothing, just stared and didn't respond to anything around her, almost in a catatonic state.
"Who is that?" Emma asked again, now taking one step closer to them. Erik motioned her to come closer.
"This is Jean, a new friend." He told her as he lay Jean down on the sofa and turned the heater on, wrapping a few blankets around the girl, trying to get her shivers to stop, noticing that her lips were almost blue.
"What's wrong with her?" Emma asked as she waved her hand in front of Jean's face, but this one was completely none-responsive.
Erik tried to find the right words to explain the situation, still hoping that Jean's body temperature would return soon. "She's scared, her mind's somewhere else right now, but she'll be ok."
Emma still couldn't understand why the little redhead was still staring at the ceiling or why she was here with them now. "Emma." She turned when Erik called her. "Can you watch her while I make her something to eat?"
Emma nodded quickly and Erik disappeared into the kitchen, then she sat besides Jean, waiting to see it the redhead's green orbs ever moved, or closed because it seamed as if she was dead, except for the faint sound of her breathing.
"Jean?" Emma said her name softly, not getting any reaction. A thought crossed the blonds' mind, and thou she knew it was dangerous, she was tempted to try it.
She checked to see if Erik was still busy before she straightened up and prepared. She took in a deep breath and found control, manipulating her powers as best as she could, her icy blue eyes burning into Jean's green jade ones.
Emma slowly reached out with her mind, trying to read her, but was met by countless shields of fire. Confused, she kept her eyes on Jean's un-reacting ones.
She pushed the barriers but all of a sudden Jean's green eyes turned into pitch black and Emma heard a scream in her head, like a bird crying out and she grabbed her head in pain as fire tore through her brain. She tried to pull out of Jean's head, but the creature inside had trapped her, torturing her, the Phoenix furious at her for trying to break in.
Emma whimpered when the pain became unbearable but she couldn't call out for help, she was paralyzed and couldn't escape. Stop! She cried with her mind, feeling the pain spread to her lower body and she was almost unable to breathe.
Abruptly, Jean's darkened eyes snapped to Emma's crystal ones, reflecting a roaring fire that scared Emma beyond believe. But then it all stopped as soon as it came, Jean's eyes turning green again and the redhead blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of everything at the moment and she released Emma. This one moaned in pain and fainted to the ground.
Jean sat up and looked down at her, breathing heavily, not knowing what to do, and could only see how blood trickled down the unconscious's blonde's nose.
Emma shivered as she remembered what it felt like to be Phoenix's prey… She decided not to think about that and started to move over to the cottage where they hid the weapons and electronic equipment, wanting to check something in the computer.
As she passed Jean's cottage, she remembered how only half an hour ago, she noticed Jean walk out of the place and storm towards the woods, probably leaving Logan alone inside.
Emma stopped for a second, her eyes on the hut and had an idea. She knew Jean wouldn't like it, but her feet were already moving towards the hut.
She pushed the curtain aside and pocked her head inside. "Logan?" She called out, making her way inside, her eyes searching the small space until she found him seating on a chair in a corner.
Logan eyed her, seeing how different she looked from the last time he saw her, almost three years ago, wearing her all-white uniform that exposed her back and legs, upper arms and cleavage, while her hair was shorter, a woman that was determined to finish the mission she was sent on, and she would have it he hadn't been the one sent against her. As far as he could tell from that time, she was a trained killer and would have sliced right through any other X-man, but she was no match for him. She was good though, but no one was match enough for him.
But now, looking at her, wearing sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt- obviously not hers, while she was bare foot, her hair all in tangles and falling over her shoulders, long and clear, and he could tell she had just gotten out of bed… She looked nothing like the murderess Charles made her to be… back then Logan would not have thought twice about who she was, but now she looked like any other person. Maybe Jean was right… Xavier had been lying to him all this time.
Emma cleared her throat, snapping him out of his thoughts.
When he finally met her gaze, Emma stepped closer, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Hello." She said.
"Hi." He grunted out, not knowing what she was doing here, or what she wanted from him. When she didn't say anything, he spoke. "We've met, three years ago, in a mission in South Dakota."
Emma scoffed. "I remember." She rolled up her right sleeve and showed him her lower arm, where three long, thick scars marked her skin right under her elbow. "How could I forget?"
Logan clenched his jaw, remembering how they fought, she with her mind tricks and he couldn't get to her, always missing her by one beat and his claws scratched her arm, deep enough to make her bleed. He also remembered very well.
"But I didn't come here to talk about that." She rolled her sleeve back down, crossing her arms again. "I came to talk about Jean."
Logan sighed, clearly annoyed by Emma. "What's it to ya'?" He growled.
Emma shook her head in disgust at his arrogance. "For your information, I've been in Jean's life longer than you. She's like my sister, I know her better than anyone." She was getting angry, her fists almost tightening. "You don't know half about her, about all she's been through-"
Logan cut her, keeping his voice low, not about to loose his temper. "I do know."
Emma scoffed. "Really?"
"If you mean about her sister and her parents and her nephews," He listed while he glared at her, seeing the clear surprise in Emma's face at finding he actually did know. "then yeah, I do know."
"Oh." Was all Emma could utter out. "Well…"
"Listen," Logan stood up so he was at eye level with the blond, although he was a bit taller than her. "I don't what you were planning on saying to me and I don't care." He spat, making Emma angry again. "This is between Jean and me, so stay out of it."
"I won't." Emma said firmly, making Logan sigh annoyed. "Because I love her, because I wanna protect her from any more pain, and I wanna help her."
Logan was clearly taken aback by her answer. He was about to say something but Emma interrupted him.
"I didn't come here to tell you to stay away from her or anything like that." She explained, having a bit more of Logan's attention. "I came here to try and make you see the truth."
"And what would that be?" Logan decided to play along, leaning against the wall now.
Emma took a breath, passing a hand through her hair. "I hate to admit this but…" She trailed off, trying to find the right words, but decided to tell him the whole story. "Jean was only 6 when I first met her." Emma started. "She was in shock, she was almost catatonic, she was always in and out of comas, and this went on for almost a year," Logan looked away from the woman in front of him, his eyes steeling on other objects as he listened intently.
"But she got better," Emma said softly. "She became less afraid of coming out of the house, she started talking again when she was 8, and she was almost a normal kid by the time she was 10." Emma told him, now seating down on a chair there. "But what was most frustrating for us was that she never smiled, not ever." She wrapped her arms around herself again. "She would say she was ok, that she liked something or that she thought something was funny, but she would neither smile nor laugh.
That changed when she met Sarah. She was 15, and she finally started smiling." Emma smiled sadly at the thought. "She was so happy, she was different, as if she had found a part of herself she had lost that night when she was 6…" She trailed off again, noticing how Logan shifted in his spot. "But then it all happened again," She felt tears come to her eyes and Logan cleared his throat, smelling them and feeling very uncomfortable.
"When Sarah and her family were killed, of course Jean blamed herself, and although this time she didn't go into shock, she stopped talking again, she blocked everyone out." Emma stopped her tears from falling and went on. "Then she offered to be our spy in the X-men, saying that it would get her closer to Xavier, and she wanted revenge.
"We let her, but we realized too late that she never planned on coming back. She just wanted to be left in the cold world, she wanted to live a lie, because she was afraid that she would ever feel anything real again, and get those around her killed…again." Emma paused, doubting she should continue, glancing over at Logan, who still leaned against the wall, looking at the ground, but somehow she could tell he was listening. She couldn't stop now.
"She hardly ever came to visit, she said it was because it might blow her cover, but we knew she just wanted to stay away." Emma soon realized that she didn't know how to go on, especially now that Logan moved and sat in front of her, waiting.
"Her eyes." Emma suddenly blurted out, making Logan frown. "Jean eyes always betray her poker face." Emma told him. "They were very light colored when she was 6, they were warmer when she was like 12, they were deep when she was with Sara, and every since she started faking in the mansion, every time I saw her, they were just a little bit colder, just a little bit worse…" Emma explained. "And that's how I knew she was changing, when her eye color started to return, and I thought that she was finally accepting everything and that she was getting over Sarah, because every time I saw her, her eyes were warmer…"
Emma suddenly smirked at him. "It wasn't until a couple months ago that she told me about you, and I realized you were the reason."
Logan looked away when she said this, her final conclusion, or that's what he thought, but she kept talking. "I haven't seen Jean smile in more than 15 years." She whispered out the last words. "You make her happy."
Logan stood up and moved away from her, thinking that all this time, she was just trying to trick him. "If you think you're gonna talk me into-"
Emma cut in. "Her eyes are getting cold again, Logan." She almost yelled frustrated. "And it kills me to know that I can't do anything about it."
Logan gulped when he saw tears in her eyes again, and her scent… she wasn't lying, she was devastated, feeling helpless.
"But you can." Emma whispered. "And if you doubt her love for you, first think about what I told you, and second ask yourself, why would she lie now, what has she to gain?"
Six-year-old Jean Grey screamed hysterically when the owner of the boots pulled her out by her hair, and she let go of her bear, struggling wildly with no vain, crying loudly and screaming. She had her eyes clenched shut, but tears still slid out of them as the man let go of her hair and wrapped his hands around her little throat.
Jean's green eyes snapped open when her airway was cut completely, her face one of pure terror as her eyes met the pitch black ones of her attacker.
She was chocking and her short nails were digging into the hands of her attacker, and tried to kick him but it had no effect on him, and now she was fighting desperately for air, when all of a sudden her eyes flashed pitch black as well and the man went flying through the room, hitting the wall hard, but he was back on his feet before Jean could even realize what had happened.
She coughed and tried to get up and run when the man growled like a savage beast and launched at her again, this time taking long a knife out of nowhere, pointing it at her and was about to move in for the final kill. But wait… It was more than just one knife…
Jean couldn't move, she was suddenly paralyzed, staring at the beast-like-man lash at her, but he was once again thrown against the wall by an invisible force. She felt so far away, as if she was watching a movie, everything playing out in front of her and she simply couldn't move, her body moving by itself as Phoenix fought for her life.
Out of the blue, flames rose and burned Jean's skin and soon the fire caught on the carpets, the curtains, the ground…. And no traces were left…
Jean woke up and opened her eyes, her heart beating hard against her ribs, cold sweat sticking to her skin. A few seconds later she realized she was seating against a tree facing the waterfall, and that she had been dreaming again.
She always suspected it might have been her who started the fire, with her powers, but now it was clearer than ever.
She shivered and looked up, seeing the sun up high and realized it must be over noon. "Shit." She had slept at least three hours. She stood up quickly and walked back to the camp. They had to get back now; otherwise they'll get there too late.
Logan and Emma kept talking for a while, when Logan caught Jean's scent. Emma stood up, not really wanting Jean to know she talked to Logan, but before she left, Logan stopped her. "I'm sorry." He apologized but Emma frowned.
"For what?"
Logan pointed at her arm, where the scars were hidden by the sleeve. She smiled softly. "It's all right." She said. "It was another lifetime ago." They were not strangers on different sides of the war any longer, it was in the past.
Soon after she left, Jean was coming in. "We gotta go." She said and grabbed her bag, and he simply grabbed his jacket, noticing how she was avoiding his eyes and he felt his heart sink.
Not long after, they were moving in the woods towards the jeep. On their way, Logan started thinking about what Emma said 'Another lifetime ago'. Maybe she was right. Jean might not be the woman he thought, a bored woman in a loveless marriage and needed something more, but was afraid about what society thought about her. But no, she was much more, and he loved her nonetheless.
As he followed her through the green environment, he let his mind wonder to how they might be able to fix this, but then his mind went back to her lies, the way she kept it all from him, and was using him to get out without suspicious… He sighed, realizing how confused he was. He wished he could stop loving her… it would make all this so much easier.
Suddenly Jean tripped on something and with a yell, fell to the ground in front of him, and as soon as she hit the ground, she cried out in pain. Logan immediately kneeled on front of her. "Jean!"
Jean had her eyes clenched shut and he soon found the source of her pain. She had hit her shoulder against a rock, and it was bleeding again. "Fuck!" Jean groaned, her face a mask of pain as she panted, clenching her teeth and holding her shoulder.
Logan didn't know what to do, she was holding back a sob, the pain agonizing her. "Dam it!" She cried out, still cursing under her breath as her shoulder bled.
Logan slowly helped her seat up against a tree, and she still had her eyes clenched shut. He could smell her salty tears and tried to sooth her. He placed his hand on hers on her shoulder, slowly making her let go, and he pulled the sleeve down, exposing the wound.
"I need to clean it again." Jean said in a low voice, her voice still shaking from the pain.
"Do you have a bandage?" Logan asked her and she pointed to her bag. He got a clean white bandage and some tissues, because it was all they had, and cleaned the blood, watching as she tried to ignore the pain. When he was finally done, Jean still had her head turned away from him, and he still knelt in front of her.
As he watched the now covered wound and the blood around it and on his hands, he remembered when he saw Kitty stab her, because Jean was chocking her. Before he knew it, he was asking the question that had haunted him for a while now. "Would you have killed Kitty for real?"
The question caught her off guard, especially since he hadn't said much to her since their talk, but she didn't dare ask twice, she knew exactly what he was talking about. She had been expecting the question for a while now.
Sighing, she decided it was time he knew a little bit more about the 'precious' X-men. "When Kitty was 16, she was hiding her mutation from everyone around, but one day, her classmate saw her using her powers." Jean began, making Logan frown. He heard more than enough stories today, but let her continue. "Afraid that he would rat her out, Katherine killed him."
Logan's head snapped up in shock when she said this. She was still looking away from him, watching the trees and bushes around, her shoulder still aching but not as bad as before. "Soon after, she was on the run." Jean went on. "When she was 18, she came across a group of mutants that were trained killers. She became one of them." Logan couldn't believe what he was hearing. "The victims were mostly politicians against mutants, and sometimes there would be one or two mutants in the target list, because these mutants were trying to make peace with humans.
"When she was 19, one of her targets was Xavier, but of course she didn't succeed. And since Charles was looking for mutants with killing instincts like her, Ororo, Scott…" Jean listed, making Logan more and more confused. "He offered to erase her record if she came to work for him."
Jean turned and met Logan's shocked eyes, and said "So no, I would not have hesitated on killing her, the same way she would not have hesitated on killing me." Jean told him. "And trust me… It doesn't matter that I was wearing a mask."
Logan was still staring at her surprised, thinking she was lying, but her scent told him otherwise. But how could that be? "But… are saying that the X-men are killers? I mean… I'm not a murderer."
Jean smiled sadly. "I know, that's why every time I get the chance I sneak into your mind and reinforce the shields Charles is trying to break," Logan's confused expression changed into anger. "Because he's trying to release the beast inside."
"What?!" He almost yelled his mind racing.
"It's the same thing he's been trying to do to me since I got to the mansion 15 years ago, trying to break the Phoenix out while pretending to be helping me keep her in line." Logan saw the tears in her eyes and became even angrier, but not towards her any longer.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked her through clenched teeth.
Jean shook her head. "If I told you it meant blowing my cover." She whispered, feeling disgusted at herself. "I'm sorry."
Logan stood up angrily, pacing a hand through his hair, the beast raging inside of him. He growled in anger and extended his claws, slicing through a tree nearby, making Jean jump.
Jean looked away from him and stood up slowly, wincing at her shoulder. "We better go."
Logan drove, because Jean couldn't move her shoulder. They were quite for a long time, until he asked the next question she was expecting. What did Rogue do?
Jean answered briefly, said that she killed her father when she was 17 but it was self-defense, and she didn't even mean it, her powers simply sucked the life out of him, and Charles wanted her in the team because her powers were unique, and thought she was no murderess, her powers made her a killer.
Jean saw he was clearly relieved to hear Marie, the girl he cared about like a little sister was at least still the Marie he knew.
The moment they pulled into the garage, Logan got out of the car and grabbed his motorcycle, straddling it and ready to leave, but not before Jean said to him "No one is who they appear to be in this place, Logan." And he took off, wanting to get as far away from all this as possible.
Jean watched as he drove away and hoped he planned on coming back. Taking a breath, she covered her shoulder as best as she could with her jacket, and winced at the pain, going up the stairs.
Even if she tried to run, the ghosts always followed her, trapping her and keeping her in. She didn't use to mind it was much as she does now, because back then, she liked being hidden away from the world, she felt protected and safe from emotions she never wanted to know about again. But once she had a taste of it… it was too hard to stay in anymore.
She's felt and she wants to keep feeling but she's so afraid. Part of her just wants to forget anything ever happened and go back inside the walls she put around her heart and keep everyone out; the other part of her wants to break out and simply feel.
The first part was winning the fight. She wanted to stay hidden, because it was safer. She don't want to feel anymore pain, she wanna stay away. She didn't know if she could allow herself to fall into happiness again, when she knew it always ended badly. She can't live in the present and ignore the future; she wasn't strong enough to risk it all. She's not strong enough; she's not as strong as she liked everyone to believe she was. She was so weak, and it was so easy to fall into temptation.
She was quite lucky that everyone was in class, so she moved quickly through the halls that echoed with the sounds coming from the classrooms, and soon came to the door to her and Scott's room.
She went straight to the bathroom, opening the bathroom cabinet and taking a bottle of painkillers out, swallowing two and leaning against the wall, waiting for them to take effect and for her throbbing shoulder to go numb.
Little by little, the pain went away and she sighed, still leaning against the wall, a tear sliding down her cheek, but she brushed it away quickly, not wanting to break down.
What he had asked of her… Why was it so hard for her to do? She was just afraid. If she did it, if she left Scott, she would loose. She frowned at herself, closing her eyes. She didn't want Logan to win this fight. If he won, then she would not be able to go back to her cold world, where she felt safe. She was almost at his mercy now, doing everything for him, and that meant she was breaking.
She licked her dry lips and quickly cleaned up, ignoring her inner turmoil, too confused already. Changing the bandage on her shoulder once again after properly cleaning it, she was noticing that thankfully, it was healing quickly, but she had to be more careful, because if she kept making it bleed, she'll get a bigger scar... if it ever managed to finish mending.
When she stepped back into the bed-room, she was quick to notice Scott's laptop was open on the desk.
Checking the clock hanging from the wall, she was grateful to see she still had some time until the bell rang and he came back from class.
She quickly went over to the desk and moved the mouse, seeing the blank screen come to life, the clean white Mac Computer showing her Scott's previous activities.
She saw it was Hotmail open, but as she read past the e-mails, her eyes soon darted to the top of the page and realized it was her e-mail page. "Son of a bitch." She cursed under her breath. He was in her page. How the Hell did he know her password?
At least he was only looking at the email address she used as an X-woman; he wasn't in the one she used with the Brotherhood.
She then searched his email, but couldn't find much, then went to his recent Documents, frowning when she found some files about the weapon they had lost, the one the Brotherhood successfully stole.
She read as quickly as she could, but there were many pages and some pictures that looked like a blueprint. She was startled when the sound of the bell broke through the silent halls, and knowing that she had little time left, she connected the laptop to the printer and printed out all six pages, hastily glancing from the pages coming out to the door.
When it was finally done, she closed everything and the moment she put the papers in her bag, Scott walked through the door, stopping short at the sight of her.
Jean tensed even more it that was possible, seeing first the surprise-shocked expression on his face followed by confusion before a hint of anger. He closed the door behind him and put his teaching books down, still staring at her.
She only stood there, hands buried in the back pockets of her jeans, a simple look on her face, a little too casual for his liking. He was expecting an apology, an explanation. Jean soon realized this when she brushed his mind and she became angry, tired of having to explain herself to everyone; Logan, Emma, Scott… Why couldn't everyone just leave her alone?
I was Logan's fault, he had pulled her out of the world she was used to, cold
She grits her teeth, still waiting for him to say something. She didn't have to wait long as he placed his hands on his hips and stood his ground. "You're back." He stated, not making any other move.
Jean sighed. "Yeah, I just needed some space."
Scott chuckled and Jean frowned, not finding anything amusing about all this. "You were smoking." He blurted out, still incredulous about the fact. "Then you took off without a second thought and everyone had to turn time around so that we could cover the classes you teach, or were supposed to teach today."
Jean stiffened, looking down, not disturbed by his comment at all, but if she wanted things to go back to normal around here, she had to start going back to who she used to be: a good wife and a kind, talented doctor. "I'm sorry." She said softly, "I just lost my mind."
Scott grew very serious again, stalking over to her and Jean acted ashamed for what she'd done, but when she looked up, he was already standing right in front of her, and by the menacing look on his face, she thought he was going to hit her.
"What's the matter with you, Jean?" He asked her, still standing in front of her, his angry eyes hidden behind his red glasses. "What the Hell are you thinking!?"
"I wasn't." Jean retorted quickly, and was surprised that she hadn't even thought about it, her mouth automatically said the words, her mind programmed to answer accordingly.
Scott frowned when Jean's eyes drifted, as if she had gone deep in thought.
Jean realized that her entire life had followed in a programmed pace, but with Logan, everything was always so unexpected. She was just sinking deeper and deeper in her lies, and if she had felt like she was drowning before, this didn't compare at all.
Her eyes filled with tears at the thought of Logan, and how much he hated her but loved her all the same. He only asked for one thing from her to proof herself, but she was deceiving him again, ready to ignore and forget everything and simply go back to how everything was.
What the Hell are you thinking? The question that Scott asked her just a couple of second ago was repeated by the Phoenix inside of her. If Logan lost this fight, what would she gain? Just more pain and coldness. She would loose as well, her victory would mean nothing.
Before she even realized it, her mouth was moving. "Scott, we need to talk…
I know that was a long chapter, and that's how the next ones will be as well… if you don't mind. I'm looking forward to your reviews! Chapter 12 is already on the making. Review lots and lots please!
PS: If you are interested, I have a new story called 'The Long, Twilight Struggle' and it will eventually be a Jean/Logan story, so if you want you can check it out. It's quite different from my other works, but it has a lot of action. Thanks!
