A/N: OMG, I am SO sorry. I originally had the last chapter perfect, but
then my computer crashed courtesy of brother Ryan pulling the plug and it
got erased and I didn't want to wait so long to post again, I'll redo it as
soon as I get time. 3rd to last chapter (sniffs) it all went by so fast.
Any one up for the sequel?
Chapter Twenty-Seven:
No Greater Love
"Come on," Opal yelled. "Get on the jet."
"What is that," Katherine asked pointing to a wall of deep blue on the horizon.
"Alkali Lake," Logan replied. "All of it."
"COOL!" She replied.
"Cool," Opal mocked. "Tons and tons of water boring down on us as we speak is 'cool'? SOMEONE HAS A SICK SENCE OF HUMOR!"
Fallon noticed Logan walking off with Artie in his arms. She waited watching the figures in the distance.
"Don't you want to know. . . if *she's* still alive," Stryker asked. "Who do you want to save, me, or that creature in your arms?" Logan set Artie on his feet and pulled his dog tags off throwing them to the ground.
"I'll take my chances with him," with that he lifted Artie back up and walked away. Artie looked back at Stryker and stuck a black, forked tongue out at him.
Logan carried Artie over to the jet. Fallon was looking at him as though he had done something incredible. He gave her a questioning look.
"Self sacrifice is an element of a real hero," she said. He glared at her.
"Shut up and get on the plane," he ordered. She shrugged it off and smiled at him walking up the ramp.
Storm and Cyclops were working the controls.
"Scott, we need to get to Washington," said the Professor.
"Thrusters are dead," said Storm.
"Back ups," asked Cyclops.
"Gone," she continued. "We've lost all energy. We need some kind of out side power source to recharge."
Jean got up and hobbled down the ramp. She stood between the Blackbird and the oncoming mountain of water. She used her telekinetic powers to hold the water back and control the plane.
"Powers back up," Storm began.
"Put the ramp down!" Scott ordered.
"I can't," Storm said as Jean was controlling the jet.
"We're not leaving her," he continued.
"Scott," Fallon called breathlessly. He turned, stared. "Scott, it's the only way." She pleaded, eyes closed, barely breathing, so soft, clutching a metal handle for support.
"Jean listen to me," he begged. "Don't do this."
"I'm going to find a way back from the ashes," she assured him as the plane began a slow assent. Scott paused, wondering if what he REALLY wanted to do was appropriate student-teacher correspondence, of course it was in a situation like this. Fallon was just the mediator.
He closed the space between them not wanting to let go ever, one last kiss to top them all. Minutes later, after one arduous kiss Jean ebbed away and let Fallon wax. Fallon then promptly burst into tears as the jet soared away and waters crashed down.
"She's gone," Logan breathed. Scott turned on him.
"Don't say that," he yelled punching Logan's adamantium packed chest.
"She's gone," he repeated as though he scarcely believed it himself. With that said and realized Scott sunk down into the co-pilot's seat and cried quietly. Carmen opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something, but Ruby gave her a poisonous glare.
"Not now," she ordered.
"The Lord is my shepherd," Kurt said comfortingly. "In him I shall not want."
Logan looked at Fallon huddled on the floor, half dead. He knelt by her with a hand on her shoulder.
"You okay darlin'," he asked compassionately.
Fallon wiped the tears away with a small nod and looked though Logan's frosty shield into the man that had learned how to love, and how to cry. In that moment, only for an instant, Logan, looking into deep-set, electric blue eyes, saw Yuriko the instant before he killed her, or did he?
Maybe it was Jean's red hair and pearly white smile, or maybe it was Marie's beautiful round face. Suddenly Logan realized why he had liked Fallon so much. She was the embodiment of everything he had ever loved, but had a shining personality all her own.
He suddenly felt silence wasn't enough. He wanted to tell her it would be okay but his Adam's apple didn't want to work so he smiled as the plane zoomed off toward Washington.
Chapter Twenty-Seven:
No Greater Love
"Come on," Opal yelled. "Get on the jet."
"What is that," Katherine asked pointing to a wall of deep blue on the horizon.
"Alkali Lake," Logan replied. "All of it."
"COOL!" She replied.
"Cool," Opal mocked. "Tons and tons of water boring down on us as we speak is 'cool'? SOMEONE HAS A SICK SENCE OF HUMOR!"
Fallon noticed Logan walking off with Artie in his arms. She waited watching the figures in the distance.
"Don't you want to know. . . if *she's* still alive," Stryker asked. "Who do you want to save, me, or that creature in your arms?" Logan set Artie on his feet and pulled his dog tags off throwing them to the ground.
"I'll take my chances with him," with that he lifted Artie back up and walked away. Artie looked back at Stryker and stuck a black, forked tongue out at him.
Logan carried Artie over to the jet. Fallon was looking at him as though he had done something incredible. He gave her a questioning look.
"Self sacrifice is an element of a real hero," she said. He glared at her.
"Shut up and get on the plane," he ordered. She shrugged it off and smiled at him walking up the ramp.
Storm and Cyclops were working the controls.
"Scott, we need to get to Washington," said the Professor.
"Thrusters are dead," said Storm.
"Back ups," asked Cyclops.
"Gone," she continued. "We've lost all energy. We need some kind of out side power source to recharge."
Jean got up and hobbled down the ramp. She stood between the Blackbird and the oncoming mountain of water. She used her telekinetic powers to hold the water back and control the plane.
"Powers back up," Storm began.
"Put the ramp down!" Scott ordered.
"I can't," Storm said as Jean was controlling the jet.
"We're not leaving her," he continued.
"Scott," Fallon called breathlessly. He turned, stared. "Scott, it's the only way." She pleaded, eyes closed, barely breathing, so soft, clutching a metal handle for support.
"Jean listen to me," he begged. "Don't do this."
"I'm going to find a way back from the ashes," she assured him as the plane began a slow assent. Scott paused, wondering if what he REALLY wanted to do was appropriate student-teacher correspondence, of course it was in a situation like this. Fallon was just the mediator.
He closed the space between them not wanting to let go ever, one last kiss to top them all. Minutes later, after one arduous kiss Jean ebbed away and let Fallon wax. Fallon then promptly burst into tears as the jet soared away and waters crashed down.
"She's gone," Logan breathed. Scott turned on him.
"Don't say that," he yelled punching Logan's adamantium packed chest.
"She's gone," he repeated as though he scarcely believed it himself. With that said and realized Scott sunk down into the co-pilot's seat and cried quietly. Carmen opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something, but Ruby gave her a poisonous glare.
"Not now," she ordered.
"The Lord is my shepherd," Kurt said comfortingly. "In him I shall not want."
Logan looked at Fallon huddled on the floor, half dead. He knelt by her with a hand on her shoulder.
"You okay darlin'," he asked compassionately.
Fallon wiped the tears away with a small nod and looked though Logan's frosty shield into the man that had learned how to love, and how to cry. In that moment, only for an instant, Logan, looking into deep-set, electric blue eyes, saw Yuriko the instant before he killed her, or did he?
Maybe it was Jean's red hair and pearly white smile, or maybe it was Marie's beautiful round face. Suddenly Logan realized why he had liked Fallon so much. She was the embodiment of everything he had ever loved, but had a shining personality all her own.
He suddenly felt silence wasn't enough. He wanted to tell her it would be okay but his Adam's apple didn't want to work so he smiled as the plane zoomed off toward Washington.
