Ch:9
Jean sat up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. She had the dream again; dying in a firey inferno with Logan while Scott laughed. She sighed. ~I have to go see Logan.~ Jean got out of bed, grabbing a robe and leaving her room to head towards the infirmary.
Upon reaching the infirmary Jean was a little shocked to find that Logan wasn't there. ~Maybe he just went to get a glass of water or something...~ She started walking faster down the hall when she sensed Scott nearby. Jean didn't feel like talking to Scott to find out if he'd seen Logan, so against her better judgement, she scanned his mind to get the information.
What Jean had learned infuriated her. She was so angry with Scott after learning what he'd said to Logan, she was just about to drop a psychic bomb in his brain. Jean ran downstairs to look for Logan, her heart pulsing in her throat.
When Jean got to the front door, she noticed that it was unlocked. ~Did he go outside maybe?~ She opened the door to find Logan sitting on the front steps, no shirt on and barefoot, and drenched in cold rain.
Jean called out his name softly, but when she got no answer she moved infront of him to gain his attention. Logan's head was bowed down to the ground, his chin just barely reaching his chest. He seemed so detached, lost. Jean had sensed his feelings of despair and loss and her gut wrenched up as her eyes bore tears for him.
"Logan..." Jean put a warm hand on his shoulder. "I know what Scott said to you, and it's not true."
Logan merely shook his head feebly. "No Jean...he's right, I'm an animal, a 'man-made killing machine without a past.'
Jean shook her head passionately, taking Logan's chin in her hands and holding his head up so he looked into her eyes. "Look at me Logan."
Logan's eyes were tired and empty looking, like vacuous holes in space.
"It isn't true." Jean said vehemently. "You *do* have a past, you just don't remember it. And you know what? I don't care."
Logan's eyes began to come alive, but they were still sadened. "But Jean, I'm an animal....a machine...you deserve better."
Jean shook her head again, the wet locks of hair flinging water as she did so. "No, the people that did this to you are animals." She grabbed his wrists that were hanging loosely by his sides and held them to her face. Jean kissed his hands, smiling at him. "I don't care about any of that Logan, you aren't a machine, and if anything, *you* deserve better than me." She paused, taking in the heat of the moment. "And I love you."
Logan bowed his head down, then suddenly looked up, half-smiling. He pulled Jean's face to his gently and embraced her in a kiss. When they finally broke away from the passionate embrace, he breathed out, "I love you too Jeannie."
Jean hugged Logan then, wiping the tears and water from her face. She saw him shiver and grabbed his arms, dragging him to his feet. "C'mon, let's go inside, it's freezing out here." Jean wrapped her arms around Logan's waist and led him inside.
Once inside, where it was nice and warm, Jean grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself and Logan.
She suddenly remembered about Logan being in the car accident. Jean turned to him, the look of worry on her face again. "How're you feeling?"
Logan looked down at her and smiled, hugging her close. "Better now that I'm with you."
Jean returned the smile, squeezing his arm. Her face then got serious. "No, really Logan, are you feeling okay? You were pretty out of it before..."
Logan sighed, then brushed back Jean's wet hair with his rough hand. "Just a little tired, but I'm okay Jeannie, really."
Jean unwrapped herself from the blanket and wrapped it around Logan. "I'm gonna take a quick shower. You go get changed into some dry clothes and get back to the med lab."
Logan sighed and started a bit clumsily up the stairs.
Jean watched him go and knew that he was probably hurting more than he was letting on. "I'll meet you up there after my shower." She called after him with a wink.~*~*~
When Jean got back to the med lab, Logan was already fast asleep. She smiled, listening to Logan's murmurs and snores. She leaned forward to brush an errant strand of hair from his face when Logan's eyes fluttered open.
He smiled sleepily and moved over on the bed for Jean to lay down.
She grabbed an extra blanket off the bed, pulling it over herself as she snuggled up next to Logan. "G'night Logan." Jean whispered softly as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Jean sat up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. She had the dream again; dying in a firey inferno with Logan while Scott laughed. She sighed. ~I have to go see Logan.~ Jean got out of bed, grabbing a robe and leaving her room to head towards the infirmary.
Upon reaching the infirmary Jean was a little shocked to find that Logan wasn't there. ~Maybe he just went to get a glass of water or something...~ She started walking faster down the hall when she sensed Scott nearby. Jean didn't feel like talking to Scott to find out if he'd seen Logan, so against her better judgement, she scanned his mind to get the information.
What Jean had learned infuriated her. She was so angry with Scott after learning what he'd said to Logan, she was just about to drop a psychic bomb in his brain. Jean ran downstairs to look for Logan, her heart pulsing in her throat.
When Jean got to the front door, she noticed that it was unlocked. ~Did he go outside maybe?~ She opened the door to find Logan sitting on the front steps, no shirt on and barefoot, and drenched in cold rain.
Jean called out his name softly, but when she got no answer she moved infront of him to gain his attention. Logan's head was bowed down to the ground, his chin just barely reaching his chest. He seemed so detached, lost. Jean had sensed his feelings of despair and loss and her gut wrenched up as her eyes bore tears for him.
"Logan..." Jean put a warm hand on his shoulder. "I know what Scott said to you, and it's not true."
Logan merely shook his head feebly. "No Jean...he's right, I'm an animal, a 'man-made killing machine without a past.'
Jean shook her head passionately, taking Logan's chin in her hands and holding his head up so he looked into her eyes. "Look at me Logan."
Logan's eyes were tired and empty looking, like vacuous holes in space.
"It isn't true." Jean said vehemently. "You *do* have a past, you just don't remember it. And you know what? I don't care."
Logan's eyes began to come alive, but they were still sadened. "But Jean, I'm an animal....a machine...you deserve better."
Jean shook her head again, the wet locks of hair flinging water as she did so. "No, the people that did this to you are animals." She grabbed his wrists that were hanging loosely by his sides and held them to her face. Jean kissed his hands, smiling at him. "I don't care about any of that Logan, you aren't a machine, and if anything, *you* deserve better than me." She paused, taking in the heat of the moment. "And I love you."
Logan bowed his head down, then suddenly looked up, half-smiling. He pulled Jean's face to his gently and embraced her in a kiss. When they finally broke away from the passionate embrace, he breathed out, "I love you too Jeannie."
Jean hugged Logan then, wiping the tears and water from her face. She saw him shiver and grabbed his arms, dragging him to his feet. "C'mon, let's go inside, it's freezing out here." Jean wrapped her arms around Logan's waist and led him inside.
Once inside, where it was nice and warm, Jean grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself and Logan.
She suddenly remembered about Logan being in the car accident. Jean turned to him, the look of worry on her face again. "How're you feeling?"
Logan looked down at her and smiled, hugging her close. "Better now that I'm with you."
Jean returned the smile, squeezing his arm. Her face then got serious. "No, really Logan, are you feeling okay? You were pretty out of it before..."
Logan sighed, then brushed back Jean's wet hair with his rough hand. "Just a little tired, but I'm okay Jeannie, really."
Jean unwrapped herself from the blanket and wrapped it around Logan. "I'm gonna take a quick shower. You go get changed into some dry clothes and get back to the med lab."
Logan sighed and started a bit clumsily up the stairs.
Jean watched him go and knew that he was probably hurting more than he was letting on. "I'll meet you up there after my shower." She called after him with a wink.~*~*~
When Jean got back to the med lab, Logan was already fast asleep. She smiled, listening to Logan's murmurs and snores. She leaned forward to brush an errant strand of hair from his face when Logan's eyes fluttered open.
He smiled sleepily and moved over on the bed for Jean to lay down.
She grabbed an extra blanket off the bed, pulling it over herself as she snuggled up next to Logan. "G'night Logan." Jean whispered softly as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.