Ch:7
~*~*~By morning, Jean was still laying against Logan. She had slept well the rest of the night. Jean smiled to herself when she heard Logan snoring and growling softly in his sleep. She wondered what he could be dreaming about, but decided that she wouldn't pry.
Jean yawned, looking at the digital clock on the nightstand. She sat up, gently pushing against Logan's shoulder to wake him up. "Logan."
"Hrm?....Not yet Jeannie, lemme sleep s'more..." Logan mumbled softly, rolling on his side and stuffing his face into the pillow.
Jean sighed, laughing slightly. He seemed just like a little boy not wanting to get up for school. She glanced at the clock again. "Come on Logan, it's quarter to twelve."
Logan shot up in bed. "Oh shit! Almost twelve?!"
Jean was startled by his sudden awakeness. "Take it easy Logan, we don't have any early sessions or anything."
Logan jumped out of bed and started pulling on a pair of pants that were on the floor over his boxers. "I'm s'posed ta take Bobby to his parents' at twelve!"
Jean looked at Logan as he frantically pulled on a flannel shirt. "Well, can't someone else take him?"
Logan shook his head. "Nope, already asked the Prof. that. He asked me last week and I sure as hell didn't have any plans then."
Jean sighed. She'd wanted to atleast be able to spend the day with him. Bobby's parents lived far enough away that he'd be back later in the afternoon. "Well hurry back okay?" She half-smiled at him.
"Don't worry darlin', I'll be quick." Logan winked at Jean before running out the door, shirt half-buttoned.
Jean hopped out of bed and started back to her room to get out of her pajamas and take a shower.
On her way out she ran into Scott, all suited up for a solo Danger Room session. She tried for a friendly smile, but all she wanted to do was look away from him.
That decision was taken away from her when Scott looked the other way and brushed passed Jean with no more than a glare.
She sighed, a little relieved that she wouldn't have to face him right now. Things between them were definetly over, but with her recurring dreams with Scott as her executioner, pretty much, she didn't feeling like confronting him.
Jean shook herself out of her reverie and quickly headed to her room.~*~*~
Later in the afternoon, it had started pouring freezing rain outside. The snow that had been there was quickly dissipating, but it had worsened now because of the ice on the roads and everything.
Jean sat on a window seat in the foyer, staring out the window. She watched as the rain drizzled down the glass, the hardened water making tapping sounds in a rythmic pattern. She silently was wondering when Logan would be returning. Jean had told him to hurry back, but with this terrible weather outside she hoped that he wouldn't. If anything happened to him now while he was coming back for her, the guilt would just about kill her. ~Please be safe Logan~ Jean thought to herself as she continued to stare out the window.
She suddenly noticed the reflection of headlights against the window, and assuming it was Logan, she rushed to the door to greet him. Jean grabbed her jacket quickly and rushed out the front door.
There was a yellow cab pulled out front, and after a few seconds the backseat passenger side door opened and Logan stepped out.
Jean quirked an eyebrow in confusion and wondered why the hell he was coming out of a cab. Something was different though, she noticed. Jean moved closer to Logan's still figure as the cab drove away. "Logan?"
There was no immidiate answer, but Jean saw him swaggering as he neared her. He was holding onto his head with one hand and it seemed he was dissoriented. "Hey Jeannie.." Logan's voice wavered, coming out as a raspy groan.
Jean ran over to him. She peered through the dark and the cold rain and saw that there was blood on his forehead where his hand was, covering what seemed to be a healed gash. "Logan! Ohmigod, what happened?"
Logan shook his head, wincing as he did so. "Accident..." He replied with great effort.
Jean's eyes widened in terror. "W-where's Bobby?" She was almost afraid to ask.
"Happened...after I...dropped 'im off."
Jean sighed, relieved. She looked up at Logan and he put his hand up to his forehead with a groan and started to slump to the ground. "Logan!"
She quickly caught him with her TK, then pulled his arm over her shoulders, wrapping a supportive arm around his waist, and started helping him towards the mansion.
~*~*~By morning, Jean was still laying against Logan. She had slept well the rest of the night. Jean smiled to herself when she heard Logan snoring and growling softly in his sleep. She wondered what he could be dreaming about, but decided that she wouldn't pry.
Jean yawned, looking at the digital clock on the nightstand. She sat up, gently pushing against Logan's shoulder to wake him up. "Logan."
"Hrm?....Not yet Jeannie, lemme sleep s'more..." Logan mumbled softly, rolling on his side and stuffing his face into the pillow.
Jean sighed, laughing slightly. He seemed just like a little boy not wanting to get up for school. She glanced at the clock again. "Come on Logan, it's quarter to twelve."
Logan shot up in bed. "Oh shit! Almost twelve?!"
Jean was startled by his sudden awakeness. "Take it easy Logan, we don't have any early sessions or anything."
Logan jumped out of bed and started pulling on a pair of pants that were on the floor over his boxers. "I'm s'posed ta take Bobby to his parents' at twelve!"
Jean looked at Logan as he frantically pulled on a flannel shirt. "Well, can't someone else take him?"
Logan shook his head. "Nope, already asked the Prof. that. He asked me last week and I sure as hell didn't have any plans then."
Jean sighed. She'd wanted to atleast be able to spend the day with him. Bobby's parents lived far enough away that he'd be back later in the afternoon. "Well hurry back okay?" She half-smiled at him.
"Don't worry darlin', I'll be quick." Logan winked at Jean before running out the door, shirt half-buttoned.
Jean hopped out of bed and started back to her room to get out of her pajamas and take a shower.
On her way out she ran into Scott, all suited up for a solo Danger Room session. She tried for a friendly smile, but all she wanted to do was look away from him.
That decision was taken away from her when Scott looked the other way and brushed passed Jean with no more than a glare.
She sighed, a little relieved that she wouldn't have to face him right now. Things between them were definetly over, but with her recurring dreams with Scott as her executioner, pretty much, she didn't feeling like confronting him.
Jean shook herself out of her reverie and quickly headed to her room.~*~*~
Later in the afternoon, it had started pouring freezing rain outside. The snow that had been there was quickly dissipating, but it had worsened now because of the ice on the roads and everything.
Jean sat on a window seat in the foyer, staring out the window. She watched as the rain drizzled down the glass, the hardened water making tapping sounds in a rythmic pattern. She silently was wondering when Logan would be returning. Jean had told him to hurry back, but with this terrible weather outside she hoped that he wouldn't. If anything happened to him now while he was coming back for her, the guilt would just about kill her. ~Please be safe Logan~ Jean thought to herself as she continued to stare out the window.
She suddenly noticed the reflection of headlights against the window, and assuming it was Logan, she rushed to the door to greet him. Jean grabbed her jacket quickly and rushed out the front door.
There was a yellow cab pulled out front, and after a few seconds the backseat passenger side door opened and Logan stepped out.
Jean quirked an eyebrow in confusion and wondered why the hell he was coming out of a cab. Something was different though, she noticed. Jean moved closer to Logan's still figure as the cab drove away. "Logan?"
There was no immidiate answer, but Jean saw him swaggering as he neared her. He was holding onto his head with one hand and it seemed he was dissoriented. "Hey Jeannie.." Logan's voice wavered, coming out as a raspy groan.
Jean ran over to him. She peered through the dark and the cold rain and saw that there was blood on his forehead where his hand was, covering what seemed to be a healed gash. "Logan! Ohmigod, what happened?"
Logan shook his head, wincing as he did so. "Accident..." He replied with great effort.
Jean's eyes widened in terror. "W-where's Bobby?" She was almost afraid to ask.
"Happened...after I...dropped 'im off."
Jean sighed, relieved. She looked up at Logan and he put his hand up to his forehead with a groan and started to slump to the ground. "Logan!"
She quickly caught him with her TK, then pulled his arm over her shoulders, wrapping a supportive arm around his waist, and started helping him towards the mansion.