Ch:2
By the end of the movie, Jean was nearly bursting into tears. During the film she had managed to scoot closer to Logan and she now had her face buried in his shirt, bawling her eyes out. Jean had a death grip on Logan's arm and wouldn't let him go.
He was completely shocked by her actions and didn't know what to do about it. ~My God Jean, yer a wreck. Guess these things hit ya harder than I thought.~ Logan thought to himself while gently stroking her short hair.
"Y'alright Jeannie?" He asked as the movie ended and the credits began rolling.
She looked up, desperately trying to dry her eyes. "Yeah,..*sniffle*..I'm fine." Jean smiled weakly.
"Y'don't look fine ta me darlin'." Logan shook his head, carefully prying her fingers from his shirt and arm.
Jean sighed, sitting up.
"What is it?" Logan asked softly.
Jean bit her lower lip and looked up at him. "It's just...well when Bull died in the movie, it reminded me of-"
"It's just a movie Jeannie." Logan put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Jean sniffled again. "I know but...today in that fire, you went in to save that little girl...." Tears began streaming slowly down her face again. "..you could've been killed."
Logan half-smiled. "Nah, not me. I ain't like the guy in the movie darlin', I can heal myself."
Jean suddenly hopped off the couch quickly, wiping her eyes again. "You're right Logan, I'm just being silly.." She smiled half-heartedly and started walking away. "Goodnight Logan." Jean said sadly, going upstairs.
Logan was taken aback by her quick change of mood. ~Did I say somethin' wrong?~ He thought, then mumbled, "G'night Jeannie." and got up to go to his own room.
~*~*~Jean's sleep was restless, all she could do was think about the fire, the movie, and one of the main character's in the movie dying. The guy in the movie, Steven, they called him Bull, reminded her so much of Logan.
They both had that anti-hero thing going, although Steven was a firefighter. The macho attitute, rush-into-things-head-first concept, and stubborness were strong likenesses.
Jean was inside a burning building, she could feel the intense heat on her face, the smoke trying to fill her lungs.
She desperately tried to find a means of escape, but her efforts were fruitless. Her powers weren't working, something wasn't right. Jean was starting to panic, realizing that she was going to die, when all of a sudden a firefighter came bursting through the flames, mask on, and axe in hand.
When he came over to her and took off his oxygen mask to hand to her, Jean realized it was Logan. He had come through to rescue her.
Logan took off his fireman's jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders to protect her from the flames. He told her everything was going to be alright and he would get her out. Logan lifted her into his arms and ran through the flames.
When they reached a burning staircase Logan stopped short and put Jean down. She turned to look at the stairs. Jean gasped.
Scott was standing there, carrying a container of gasoline. He had set the fire...but why? Scott threatened to toss the gasoline into the flames and he was screaming at Logan. "She's mine Logan! She'll always be mine! And if I can't have her, you can't either!!!"
Logan tried calming Scott, but it was no use. "Don't do this Scott! You'll kill her too!"
Jean watched in fear, not being able to do anything. Scott then prepared to toss the gas into the fire, infront of the staircase where Logan and Jean were.
Logan suddenly dove forward, tackling Scott on the stairs. Scott dropped the container of gasoline, and it exploded on the stairs, making them collapse. Both Logan and Scott began falling through the floor.
Jean tried to scream, but no words escaped her lips.
"NOOOOO!!!!" Jean yelled in a muffled scream, waking up in a cold sweat. Her heart was racing and her hands shaky.
Logan burst through her door seconds later, a look of worry spread across his features. "Jean?!"
Jean didn't even notice him come in. She sat with her knees against her chest, burried her face in her arms and cried.
Logan rushed over to her, gently placing a hand on her back as he sat on the edge of her bed. "Jeannie....are y'okay?"
His voice came out soft and gentle, like Jean had never heard before. She turned to Logan, realizing his presense and embraced him in a tight hug. "Ohmigod Logan!....*sob*....
Logan gently rubbed her back. He hadn't seen her like this ever...it was beginning to scare him. "Jeannie, what happened?"
"It was terrible...there was a fire and I was trapped....youcameand.. scott...hetriedtokillyou...thenyoufelland-" Jean mumbled quickly between sobs.
"Shhh..it's okay Jeannie, yer safe now." Logan tried to comfort her.
Jean sniffled, then took in a deep wavering breath. She looked at Logan, her face red and stained with tears. "I'm...sorry." She looked ashamed.
Logan reached a hand up to her face, wiping away the tears. "Don't be." He assured her in a gruff, but sincere tone.
Jean managed a smile, then sighed and leaned her head against Logan's shoulder.
"Y'okay now?"
Jean nodded into his shoulder. "I will be..." She sniffled again.
Logan started to get up when Jean grabbed his wrist. "Wait!" She pleaded softly. Logan turned. "Can you stay here....just 'till I fall asleep?"
Logan grunted. ~I hate to see 'er like this...~ "I dunno if that's such a great idea Jeannie, what about Scott?"
Jean bit her lower lip. ~Oh God, what am I thinking? I can't ask him to do this...what *about* Scott? What will he think....~ She looked up at Logan with pouty eyes and a bit of rebelion in her voice. "Who cares what Scott thinks.....he and I-" Jean sighed. "I don't even know if I want there to be a 'he and I'."
A small smile tugged at the corner of Logan's lips. "Alright, just until ya fall asleep."
Jean looked at his attire as he prepared to lay down. His t-shirt that he was sleeping in was now wet from her tears. "You might wanna take off that shirt, after all I kinda sobbed all over it." ~He's already in his boxers, now I'm asking him to strip off his shirt?!~ "Unless you don't want to." Jean quickly caught herself.
Logan shrugged and began taking off the damp shirt. He tossed it on the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Jean wasn't going to push Logan into getting under the covers or anything, but she atleast wanted him to lay down. She patted a pillow next to her. "Come here and lay back, it's okay."
Logan arched his shoulders back until they cracked, then scooted up next to Jean, resting with his hands behind his head.
~What's the matter? Is he afraid to get close to me or something?....Well, considering the way I'd been treating him lately, I don't blame him.~ Jean pulled the blankets up to her chin and rested her head on Logan's chest, then took his arm and draped it over her shoulders. "Thank you Logan."
"For what?" Logan mumbled softly.
"For rescuing me." Jean said softly as her eyelids got heavy and she fell asleep.
"I love you Jean." Logan whispered softly when he knew she couldn't hear him any longer.
Logan decided to stay a little while longer until he knew he'd be able to get up and leave without waking her. All he really wanted to do was stay with Jean the entire night, just to have her in his arms...but he knew that probably wouldn't turn out well.~*~*~
By the end of the movie, Jean was nearly bursting into tears. During the film she had managed to scoot closer to Logan and she now had her face buried in his shirt, bawling her eyes out. Jean had a death grip on Logan's arm and wouldn't let him go.
He was completely shocked by her actions and didn't know what to do about it. ~My God Jean, yer a wreck. Guess these things hit ya harder than I thought.~ Logan thought to himself while gently stroking her short hair.
"Y'alright Jeannie?" He asked as the movie ended and the credits began rolling.
She looked up, desperately trying to dry her eyes. "Yeah,..*sniffle*..I'm fine." Jean smiled weakly.
"Y'don't look fine ta me darlin'." Logan shook his head, carefully prying her fingers from his shirt and arm.
Jean sighed, sitting up.
"What is it?" Logan asked softly.
Jean bit her lower lip and looked up at him. "It's just...well when Bull died in the movie, it reminded me of-"
"It's just a movie Jeannie." Logan put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Jean sniffled again. "I know but...today in that fire, you went in to save that little girl...." Tears began streaming slowly down her face again. "..you could've been killed."
Logan half-smiled. "Nah, not me. I ain't like the guy in the movie darlin', I can heal myself."
Jean suddenly hopped off the couch quickly, wiping her eyes again. "You're right Logan, I'm just being silly.." She smiled half-heartedly and started walking away. "Goodnight Logan." Jean said sadly, going upstairs.
Logan was taken aback by her quick change of mood. ~Did I say somethin' wrong?~ He thought, then mumbled, "G'night Jeannie." and got up to go to his own room.
~*~*~Jean's sleep was restless, all she could do was think about the fire, the movie, and one of the main character's in the movie dying. The guy in the movie, Steven, they called him Bull, reminded her so much of Logan.
They both had that anti-hero thing going, although Steven was a firefighter. The macho attitute, rush-into-things-head-first concept, and stubborness were strong likenesses.
Jean was inside a burning building, she could feel the intense heat on her face, the smoke trying to fill her lungs.
She desperately tried to find a means of escape, but her efforts were fruitless. Her powers weren't working, something wasn't right. Jean was starting to panic, realizing that she was going to die, when all of a sudden a firefighter came bursting through the flames, mask on, and axe in hand.
When he came over to her and took off his oxygen mask to hand to her, Jean realized it was Logan. He had come through to rescue her.
Logan took off his fireman's jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders to protect her from the flames. He told her everything was going to be alright and he would get her out. Logan lifted her into his arms and ran through the flames.
When they reached a burning staircase Logan stopped short and put Jean down. She turned to look at the stairs. Jean gasped.
Scott was standing there, carrying a container of gasoline. He had set the fire...but why? Scott threatened to toss the gasoline into the flames and he was screaming at Logan. "She's mine Logan! She'll always be mine! And if I can't have her, you can't either!!!"
Logan tried calming Scott, but it was no use. "Don't do this Scott! You'll kill her too!"
Jean watched in fear, not being able to do anything. Scott then prepared to toss the gas into the fire, infront of the staircase where Logan and Jean were.
Logan suddenly dove forward, tackling Scott on the stairs. Scott dropped the container of gasoline, and it exploded on the stairs, making them collapse. Both Logan and Scott began falling through the floor.
Jean tried to scream, but no words escaped her lips.
"NOOOOO!!!!" Jean yelled in a muffled scream, waking up in a cold sweat. Her heart was racing and her hands shaky.
Logan burst through her door seconds later, a look of worry spread across his features. "Jean?!"
Jean didn't even notice him come in. She sat with her knees against her chest, burried her face in her arms and cried.
Logan rushed over to her, gently placing a hand on her back as he sat on the edge of her bed. "Jeannie....are y'okay?"
His voice came out soft and gentle, like Jean had never heard before. She turned to Logan, realizing his presense and embraced him in a tight hug. "Ohmigod Logan!....*sob*....
Logan gently rubbed her back. He hadn't seen her like this ever...it was beginning to scare him. "Jeannie, what happened?"
"It was terrible...there was a fire and I was trapped....youcameand.. scott...hetriedtokillyou...thenyoufelland-" Jean mumbled quickly between sobs.
"Shhh..it's okay Jeannie, yer safe now." Logan tried to comfort her.
Jean sniffled, then took in a deep wavering breath. She looked at Logan, her face red and stained with tears. "I'm...sorry." She looked ashamed.
Logan reached a hand up to her face, wiping away the tears. "Don't be." He assured her in a gruff, but sincere tone.
Jean managed a smile, then sighed and leaned her head against Logan's shoulder.
"Y'okay now?"
Jean nodded into his shoulder. "I will be..." She sniffled again.
Logan started to get up when Jean grabbed his wrist. "Wait!" She pleaded softly. Logan turned. "Can you stay here....just 'till I fall asleep?"
Logan grunted. ~I hate to see 'er like this...~ "I dunno if that's such a great idea Jeannie, what about Scott?"
Jean bit her lower lip. ~Oh God, what am I thinking? I can't ask him to do this...what *about* Scott? What will he think....~ She looked up at Logan with pouty eyes and a bit of rebelion in her voice. "Who cares what Scott thinks.....he and I-" Jean sighed. "I don't even know if I want there to be a 'he and I'."
A small smile tugged at the corner of Logan's lips. "Alright, just until ya fall asleep."
Jean looked at his attire as he prepared to lay down. His t-shirt that he was sleeping in was now wet from her tears. "You might wanna take off that shirt, after all I kinda sobbed all over it." ~He's already in his boxers, now I'm asking him to strip off his shirt?!~ "Unless you don't want to." Jean quickly caught herself.
Logan shrugged and began taking off the damp shirt. He tossed it on the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Jean wasn't going to push Logan into getting under the covers or anything, but she atleast wanted him to lay down. She patted a pillow next to her. "Come here and lay back, it's okay."
Logan arched his shoulders back until they cracked, then scooted up next to Jean, resting with his hands behind his head.
~What's the matter? Is he afraid to get close to me or something?....Well, considering the way I'd been treating him lately, I don't blame him.~ Jean pulled the blankets up to her chin and rested her head on Logan's chest, then took his arm and draped it over her shoulders. "Thank you Logan."
"For what?" Logan mumbled softly.
"For rescuing me." Jean said softly as her eyelids got heavy and she fell asleep.
"I love you Jean." Logan whispered softly when he knew she couldn't hear him any longer.
Logan decided to stay a little while longer until he knew he'd be able to get up and leave without waking her. All he really wanted to do was stay with Jean the entire night, just to have her in his arms...but he knew that probably wouldn't turn out well.~*~*~