Second Chapter. Hope you like it. I included the surprise, just like I
promised.
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Professor Xavier had asked Aurora to have Logan see him for a particular reason. It was time both Logan and Scott moved on. They were spending too much time grieving over Jean. Scott especially, but he would have to work with him later. For now he wanted to give Logan something to think about, and spend his time doing. Xavier had a plan.
The professors heard the study door open, and then close with a quiet click. "Hello Logan," he said without turning around, "I have a job for you." "I don't want a job," Logan said gruffly, "You're the psychic, you should know that." The professor turned his wheel chair around and faced Logan. "Yes," he said firmly, "And I also know that there are children here that look up to you and need you. You can't keep going on like this." Logan turned to go, but found himself compelled to sit down. "That's right. Sit." The professor's voice carried an edge to it. "I want you to do me a favor. I know how well you and Rogue have always gotten along." He paused. "She needs you Logan. She needs you more than ever right now. You aren't the only one who has been affected by recent events. Yet all you can think about is yourself." Logan wanted to leave, but found he couldn't. "She doesn't care if I talk to her any more. She's got Bobby anyway," Logan knew the excuse sounded lame. "Yes, she has Bobby, but is that enough? Logan, you were the first of any of us to meet Rogue. There's a special bond there that will always exist. She trusts you more than anything else." The professor stopped, and Logan could sense that he was looking for something. "You once said something to her," the professor continued, "you told her that you would protect her. She's hurting right now Logan. Probably just as much as you. And you can help her. Only you can." The professor let his words sink in, and then let Logan go. He knew his words had had an affect on him. He also knew that what he had said was true.
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Scott still sat on the couch in the rec. room. Logan had left almost an hour ago, and Scott enjoyed the solitude. He liked being alone more than ever lately. He and Logan tolerated each other's company because they now shared a common thread. They had both lost the woman they loved. Scott set the remote control down, and buried his head in his hands. He had resolved himself never to cry around the students again. But sometimes the pain would come rushing back, as fresh and bitter as ever. A tear slipped out from underneath his red glasses, and was instantly wiped away.
He stood up to head for the kitchen, when a ring of the doorbell interrupted him. "Will somebody get that?!" he shouted. There was no reply, and the doorbell rang again. With a frustrated sigh, he crossed through the foyer to the front door of the mansion. "Can I help you?" he asked gruffly, throwing open the door. A small figure stood just outside the door, leaning against the frame. It wore a long coat, with a deep hood pulled up, obscuring it's face. The figure slowly raised its head and murmured a single word before stumbling forward into his arms. "Scott."
Scott jumped forward to catch the figure that fell into his arms. He knew that voice! His eyes widened as he struggled between disbelief and wild joy. With a shaking hand, he pushed back the hood. "Oh my God..." His voice choked, and tears streamed down his face as he held the figure close, kissing her forehead gently over and over again. "Jean."
Aurora, having heard the doorbell, had run down the stares to get the door. When she saw the scene at the door though, she stopped short in absolute disbelief, gripping the banister tightly. Scott was on his knees just inside the door, silently weeping with joy as he held the unconscious form of his fiancé close to his chest. Jean was alive.
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Professor Xavier had asked Aurora to have Logan see him for a particular reason. It was time both Logan and Scott moved on. They were spending too much time grieving over Jean. Scott especially, but he would have to work with him later. For now he wanted to give Logan something to think about, and spend his time doing. Xavier had a plan.
The professors heard the study door open, and then close with a quiet click. "Hello Logan," he said without turning around, "I have a job for you." "I don't want a job," Logan said gruffly, "You're the psychic, you should know that." The professor turned his wheel chair around and faced Logan. "Yes," he said firmly, "And I also know that there are children here that look up to you and need you. You can't keep going on like this." Logan turned to go, but found himself compelled to sit down. "That's right. Sit." The professor's voice carried an edge to it. "I want you to do me a favor. I know how well you and Rogue have always gotten along." He paused. "She needs you Logan. She needs you more than ever right now. You aren't the only one who has been affected by recent events. Yet all you can think about is yourself." Logan wanted to leave, but found he couldn't. "She doesn't care if I talk to her any more. She's got Bobby anyway," Logan knew the excuse sounded lame. "Yes, she has Bobby, but is that enough? Logan, you were the first of any of us to meet Rogue. There's a special bond there that will always exist. She trusts you more than anything else." The professor stopped, and Logan could sense that he was looking for something. "You once said something to her," the professor continued, "you told her that you would protect her. She's hurting right now Logan. Probably just as much as you. And you can help her. Only you can." The professor let his words sink in, and then let Logan go. He knew his words had had an affect on him. He also knew that what he had said was true.
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Scott still sat on the couch in the rec. room. Logan had left almost an hour ago, and Scott enjoyed the solitude. He liked being alone more than ever lately. He and Logan tolerated each other's company because they now shared a common thread. They had both lost the woman they loved. Scott set the remote control down, and buried his head in his hands. He had resolved himself never to cry around the students again. But sometimes the pain would come rushing back, as fresh and bitter as ever. A tear slipped out from underneath his red glasses, and was instantly wiped away.
He stood up to head for the kitchen, when a ring of the doorbell interrupted him. "Will somebody get that?!" he shouted. There was no reply, and the doorbell rang again. With a frustrated sigh, he crossed through the foyer to the front door of the mansion. "Can I help you?" he asked gruffly, throwing open the door. A small figure stood just outside the door, leaning against the frame. It wore a long coat, with a deep hood pulled up, obscuring it's face. The figure slowly raised its head and murmured a single word before stumbling forward into his arms. "Scott."
Scott jumped forward to catch the figure that fell into his arms. He knew that voice! His eyes widened as he struggled between disbelief and wild joy. With a shaking hand, he pushed back the hood. "Oh my God..." His voice choked, and tears streamed down his face as he held the figure close, kissing her forehead gently over and over again. "Jean."
Aurora, having heard the doorbell, had run down the stares to get the door. When she saw the scene at the door though, she stopped short in absolute disbelief, gripping the banister tightly. Scott was on his knees just inside the door, silently weeping with joy as he held the unconscious form of his fiancé close to his chest. Jean was alive.
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Want to hear more about this amazing turn of events? R&R!