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A Quiet Rainy Weekend; Part 6
By
NoHaven
Logan stood rigid where he had stopped, frozen by Jean's comment. Jean stood ten feet away from him but she could tell not only by her telepathy sensing it but also by Logan's demeanor, she had him thinking.
"I mean it Logan, that would be the most hurtful thing you could do to me." Jean forced out tears still streaming down her face.
Not looking up from the ground, or even turning around Logan replied. "What should I stay for?"
"Are you that stupid? For the team, for all these people you care about and who care about you…and…for me." Jean said trailing off. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling alone.
Logan spun on his heel and stormed back to Jean. "For you darlin? You are in love with Scott, not me. You ain't gonna leave him, and I'll always just be second fiddle, don't seem like much of a reason to stay." He growled.
"How…how…how can you say that? Didn't last night mean anything to you at all?" Jean croaked out in frustration.
"Darlin, last night was the greatest night of my life…last night is also the reason that I know I can't stay around you if I can't be with you, not anymore, I can't go back to what we were before." Logan replied as he wiped tears from Jean's cheek.
Jean stared at Logan through tear filled eyes. She realized that he was very serious; he was going to leave the team, the school, and her. She ached at the thought of what was occurring.
"Why are you doing this to me Logan?" Through tearful eyes she stammered. "Why are you making me choose? Either way I lose someone I love, either way I lose, it isn't fair."
"Life isn't always fair Jeanie, you know what as much as I do. If the world was fair neither of us would have lost the people we care for in our lives. If the world were fair you would have never been taken by the Phoenix, if the world were fare I would have never served Apocalypse. If the world were fair I would never have had to be an afterthought to you. But the world isn't fair and both of us have to live with that fact." Logan said in a compassionate tone.
"You were never an afterthought to me. I've always cared about you, how can you say that I looked at you as an afterthought." She said in a perplexed tone.
"I ain't saying that to hurt you darlin, I'm just saying what I feel, what I've seen." Logan said holding Jean gently on her left shoulder. "Thought you liked the way I said what I felt?"
"Logan, I love the way you speak your mind, but it seems like you are trying to hurt me here." Jean stammered. "Like you are trying to avoid the issue yourself."
"Darlin, when I left this morning I was tryin to avoid the issue, but instead I realized exactly what I had to do. Jeanie, you are the one dodging the issues." Logan said confidently.
Jean stood motionless knowing he was right. What he had said hurt because it was so true. She was avoiding the issue because the choice was not something she thought she was strong enough to make. How could she choose between these two men, these two that she loved. She couldn't decide; she couldn't make a choice.
Logan could see the Jean was torn, fighting her very thoughts and emotions. He couldn't bear seeing her suffer; he wheeled on a heel and strode off the dock. This time Jean could not call after him. She couldn't do anything but watch as his shadowed figure disappeared into the darkness. Jean collapsed onto her knees crying, as the raindrops battered her body.
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Logan entered the mansion and quickly moved to his room; grabbing two duffel bags he began stuffing his possessions into them. He stuffed clothes in one bag, and memorabilia in the other bag. Not taking time to even look over what he was pushing into the bag, his swords, old photos, books, knives, and an address book. He grabbed an old cowboy hat from a bedpost jammed in on his head, tossed his bags over his shoulders and left his room.
As he was descending the stairs he was confronted by the figure of Charles Xavier.
"Leaving us Logan?" He said calmly.
"Yup, Charlie…gotta pick up roots." Logan retorted.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with you and Jean would it?"
"None of your business as to why I'm doin what I'm doin." Logan growled as he headed to the door.
"I understand, but I would hope you would take into account your teammates feelings. It seems you are being quite selfish. How will Rouge and Ororo react to you leaving? Is there anything I could do to change your mind old friend?" Xavier asked sympathetically.
"The team is made of strong individuals Charlie, you know that, 'Ro and Rogue will be fine. But give them this." He handed a small piece of paper to Charles with several numbers scrawled on it. "They will know what it is. And give this to Jeanie." Handing a small envelope to the professor. With that he turned and walked through the door. Moments later the engine of his Jeep could be heard starting followed by the sound of his jeep driving away.
On the dock Jean heard the Jeep pull away and saw the lights move down the driveway until they finally left the grounds. She sat on the dock, her knees pulled to her chest crying.
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NoHaven