A/N: To answer littlejuliesparkles' question; When I was writing this story I got the idea from a movie and I may have gotten WWII and Vietnam confused...::blushes:: I know they fought the Germans in WWII so...I'm sorry about the confusion. I think in the movie they were fighting vietnamese people though...uh...::stares blankly:: I dunno, I watch too many war movies. heh. I don't exactly know where the hospital's supposed to be either...I figured somewhere obviously *not* in the US, but somewhere the war is taking place, where it's warm. So sorry about the confusion, I do really bad in History. LoL. The story will still make sense no matter what war it is though really...I think. It would probably just make more sense if I said the story takes place during the Vietnam War huh? Then the hospital could be in 'Nam. Well, I'm dumb.
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The Nightengale: Chapter 10
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The rest of the day went by comfortingly slow, and Jean and Logan seemed so at ease together. It wasn't until late afternoon that the whole surreal-like day came crashing to brutal reality.
They were still at war, sometimes not very far away, and the hospital could be in danger at any time. This just happened to be one of those times.
Logan and Jean were just outside, sitting on a bench in their favorite spot. Suddenly the hospital's alarms started blaring throughout the grounds. The couple was on high alert already.
"What's going on?!" Logan asked, grabbing for his cane that was beside the bench. He had only been using it very recently and unfortunately Jean thought today would be a good day to practice.
"There must be a battle nearby! Come on, we have to get back inside." Jean stood up quickly, grabbing Logan's arm to help him to his feet.
They both hurried towards the hospital, as the firing of weapons was getting closer. Jean screamed, ducking as they made their way to safety. Explosions errupted around all sides and Jean and Logan were both knocked to the ground by a nearby blast that was way too close for comfort.
Logan grunted at his sore leg as Jean helped him to his feet. "Get outta here Jeannie, run!"
She refused to listen to him and they dragged on as more explosions hit the ground around them.
Logan snapped his eyes shut, flashes of his old battle returning. Weapon fire screamed over his head and he looked to the sky to see a red blast streaming overhead. "Jean look out!" He shoved her to the ground, just as an explosion errupted where they had been standing.
Jean gasped, regaining her composure. The only thing that ran through her mind was, 'Is this going to be over soon? Will we survive?' "Logan!" She called out fearfully, her eyes closed.
Logan stuck his cane into the ground to help himself up. He grabbed Jean's arm, bringing her toward the hospital. "I got'cha Jeannie, c'mon, we gotta keep movin'." He told her gruffly. Logan had lost all of his men in battle, and he wasn't going to loose Jean because of this war too.
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As they stumbled into the hospital, Jean and Logan each helping eachother, they made their way through panicking people towards the waiting room. The two were exhausted and flopped themselves down in two chairs.
Jean closed her eyes, covering her ears from the hospital sirens that were still blaring quite loudly. She kept staring at Logan, surprised at how quickly he had taken action out there. He was definetly a born fighter, she could tell that much from his personality. One thought ran through her mind at that moment though. Would he be able to return to battle? And if so...would he go?
Logan sighed as the sirens finally started to die down. There was no longer a threat to the hospital. He glanced sideways at Jean, a concerned look on his face. "You okay darlin'?"
She nodded, still a little shaky. "Yeah, are you alright?" Jean gestured toward his leg which he seemed to be rubbing absently.
He pulled his hand away, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, jus' a little sore."
Jean leaned down and picked his cane up from the floor, handing it to him. "You want to go back to your room?"
Logan shook his head and stood up. "Nope." he gave a slight smirk. "I know it ain't really a great time for this...or a great place either..." he glanced around at the hospital surroundings. "but ya wanna go on a date with me Jeannie?" he grinned playfully.
Jean's eyes brightened. "I'd love to." she laughed. "Would you escort me towards the dining hall sir?"
Logan chuckled and they intertwined arms. "I'd love to ma'am."
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A few days later, Jean found herself in a hearing test room with Logan and Doctor Xavier. She knew Logan was getting well, but still wasn't quite sure if he was ready for this. If he passed the test, he would be going back into battle the next day, and that was something Jean feared. She didn't want to loose him now.
Logan casually walked into an enclosed booth, proving to the doctor that he could walk without the cane. Inside the booth he had to wear a set of headphones, and Doctor Xavier would talk to him through a microphone.
Jean stood behind Xavier anxiously, crossing her fingers. She wanted Logan to pass the test, only because she loved him so much and knew this meant a lot to him.
"Alright Logan, are you ready to proceed?" Doctor Xavier spoke into the microphone.
Logan nodded from inside the booth.
"Every time you hear a beep, I want you to raise your arm up alright?"
Logan nodded once again and the doctor continued with the test.
Jean watched as Xavier pressed a button on the panel beside the microphone. Each beep was a different tone, from high pitches, to low pitches, determining whether Logan's hearing was back in full or not. She smiled at him each time he raised his hand for the sound.
Jean noticed Xavier pressing buttons for higher pitched sounds, and watched Logan intently. She gasped inwardly, noticing him furrow his brows as if straining to hear something. He couldn't hear it. She bit her lower lip, watching as the doctor started to write something down. Jean knew she could get in trouble for this if she was caught, but she also knew that Logan needed to get back into the war and fight, for his own sake. She looked back at Logan, giving him a thumbs up sign. He seemed to know what it meant, so he raised his hand.
Doctor Xavier glanced back at his patient and smiled as Logan's hand went up.
Jean sighed with relief. He was going to pass the test. She then frowned, turning away so Logan couldn't see her. And now he'd be leaving.
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The next morning Logan stood just outside the hospital, all cleaned up and wearing his uniform. He stared down at the ground, just looking at the weeds coming through the cracks in the concrete. Suddenly he turned around, hearing footsteps from behind. It was Jean.
"Hey there soldier." she smiled at him, though she was sad he was leaving. She truly didn't want him to go and would do anything to see him again.
Logan smiled sadly. He cocked his head to the side. "Hey. I'm jus' waitin' for the transport ta pick me up."
Jean nodded, her eyes threatening to tear. She took in a deep breath, gathering up all her courage as she approached Logan. She pulled a folded piece of paper from the pocket of her nurses uniform and handed it to him.
"What's this?" he furrowed his brows, staring at the paper.
"It's my home address. I'll be going home soon probably."
Logan just nodded, still slightly confused. He stuck the piece of paper carefully into the breast pocket of his uniform.
Jean bit her lower lip. "Logan, I want to see you again." she bowed her head down. "I don't want you to go...but I know you have to. When this is all over...go to that address."
Logan smiled. "You gonna wait fer me?"
She nodded. "I love you, you know." Jean leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Logan's neck and burying her face in his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, breathing in all her scents. "I...love you too." he admitted gruffly. Logan pushed Jean back, lifting her chin to look at him. He kissed her passionately, knowing that he'd been wanting to do that for a long time.
A car horn honked behind them, and they broke from the kiss, Logan turning to face the army jeep that was there to pick him up. He brushed his hand across Jean's cheek as he began to walk away. "I'll come back for you."
Jean reached her hand out as he got into the jeep. "Promise me you'll write every chance you get!" she called back to him, one hand wiping the tears from her eyes.
"I promise!"
Then he was gone, and Jean was left standing infront of the hospital, waiting.
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Almost a year later...
Jean had been receiving a letter from Logan atleast once a month, until recently. She had feared the worst had happened and the next letter she would receive would be a soldier at the door telling her he was dead. Either that, or nothing at all. That would have been the worst thing. Not knowing.
Jean was making dinner for herself in the kitchen, when the doorbell rang. She looked up fearfully, eyes wide with shock. As she glanced out the window above the sink, she saw a military jeep parked out on the street in front of her little house. Jean slowly made her way to the door, clenching her eyes shut for a second as she gripped the door handle. She let out a long sigh, and opened the door. Her eyes immediately began to tear, and she felt that all the air had been sucked out of her lungs. It was him, it was Logan, scars and all.
"Toldja I'd come back Jeannie."
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*end*
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The Nightengale: Chapter 10
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The rest of the day went by comfortingly slow, and Jean and Logan seemed so at ease together. It wasn't until late afternoon that the whole surreal-like day came crashing to brutal reality.
They were still at war, sometimes not very far away, and the hospital could be in danger at any time. This just happened to be one of those times.
Logan and Jean were just outside, sitting on a bench in their favorite spot. Suddenly the hospital's alarms started blaring throughout the grounds. The couple was on high alert already.
"What's going on?!" Logan asked, grabbing for his cane that was beside the bench. He had only been using it very recently and unfortunately Jean thought today would be a good day to practice.
"There must be a battle nearby! Come on, we have to get back inside." Jean stood up quickly, grabbing Logan's arm to help him to his feet.
They both hurried towards the hospital, as the firing of weapons was getting closer. Jean screamed, ducking as they made their way to safety. Explosions errupted around all sides and Jean and Logan were both knocked to the ground by a nearby blast that was way too close for comfort.
Logan grunted at his sore leg as Jean helped him to his feet. "Get outta here Jeannie, run!"
She refused to listen to him and they dragged on as more explosions hit the ground around them.
Logan snapped his eyes shut, flashes of his old battle returning. Weapon fire screamed over his head and he looked to the sky to see a red blast streaming overhead. "Jean look out!" He shoved her to the ground, just as an explosion errupted where they had been standing.
Jean gasped, regaining her composure. The only thing that ran through her mind was, 'Is this going to be over soon? Will we survive?' "Logan!" She called out fearfully, her eyes closed.
Logan stuck his cane into the ground to help himself up. He grabbed Jean's arm, bringing her toward the hospital. "I got'cha Jeannie, c'mon, we gotta keep movin'." He told her gruffly. Logan had lost all of his men in battle, and he wasn't going to loose Jean because of this war too.
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As they stumbled into the hospital, Jean and Logan each helping eachother, they made their way through panicking people towards the waiting room. The two were exhausted and flopped themselves down in two chairs.
Jean closed her eyes, covering her ears from the hospital sirens that were still blaring quite loudly. She kept staring at Logan, surprised at how quickly he had taken action out there. He was definetly a born fighter, she could tell that much from his personality. One thought ran through her mind at that moment though. Would he be able to return to battle? And if so...would he go?
Logan sighed as the sirens finally started to die down. There was no longer a threat to the hospital. He glanced sideways at Jean, a concerned look on his face. "You okay darlin'?"
She nodded, still a little shaky. "Yeah, are you alright?" Jean gestured toward his leg which he seemed to be rubbing absently.
He pulled his hand away, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, jus' a little sore."
Jean leaned down and picked his cane up from the floor, handing it to him. "You want to go back to your room?"
Logan shook his head and stood up. "Nope." he gave a slight smirk. "I know it ain't really a great time for this...or a great place either..." he glanced around at the hospital surroundings. "but ya wanna go on a date with me Jeannie?" he grinned playfully.
Jean's eyes brightened. "I'd love to." she laughed. "Would you escort me towards the dining hall sir?"
Logan chuckled and they intertwined arms. "I'd love to ma'am."
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A few days later, Jean found herself in a hearing test room with Logan and Doctor Xavier. She knew Logan was getting well, but still wasn't quite sure if he was ready for this. If he passed the test, he would be going back into battle the next day, and that was something Jean feared. She didn't want to loose him now.
Logan casually walked into an enclosed booth, proving to the doctor that he could walk without the cane. Inside the booth he had to wear a set of headphones, and Doctor Xavier would talk to him through a microphone.
Jean stood behind Xavier anxiously, crossing her fingers. She wanted Logan to pass the test, only because she loved him so much and knew this meant a lot to him.
"Alright Logan, are you ready to proceed?" Doctor Xavier spoke into the microphone.
Logan nodded from inside the booth.
"Every time you hear a beep, I want you to raise your arm up alright?"
Logan nodded once again and the doctor continued with the test.
Jean watched as Xavier pressed a button on the panel beside the microphone. Each beep was a different tone, from high pitches, to low pitches, determining whether Logan's hearing was back in full or not. She smiled at him each time he raised his hand for the sound.
Jean noticed Xavier pressing buttons for higher pitched sounds, and watched Logan intently. She gasped inwardly, noticing him furrow his brows as if straining to hear something. He couldn't hear it. She bit her lower lip, watching as the doctor started to write something down. Jean knew she could get in trouble for this if she was caught, but she also knew that Logan needed to get back into the war and fight, for his own sake. She looked back at Logan, giving him a thumbs up sign. He seemed to know what it meant, so he raised his hand.
Doctor Xavier glanced back at his patient and smiled as Logan's hand went up.
Jean sighed with relief. He was going to pass the test. She then frowned, turning away so Logan couldn't see her. And now he'd be leaving.
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The next morning Logan stood just outside the hospital, all cleaned up and wearing his uniform. He stared down at the ground, just looking at the weeds coming through the cracks in the concrete. Suddenly he turned around, hearing footsteps from behind. It was Jean.
"Hey there soldier." she smiled at him, though she was sad he was leaving. She truly didn't want him to go and would do anything to see him again.
Logan smiled sadly. He cocked his head to the side. "Hey. I'm jus' waitin' for the transport ta pick me up."
Jean nodded, her eyes threatening to tear. She took in a deep breath, gathering up all her courage as she approached Logan. She pulled a folded piece of paper from the pocket of her nurses uniform and handed it to him.
"What's this?" he furrowed his brows, staring at the paper.
"It's my home address. I'll be going home soon probably."
Logan just nodded, still slightly confused. He stuck the piece of paper carefully into the breast pocket of his uniform.
Jean bit her lower lip. "Logan, I want to see you again." she bowed her head down. "I don't want you to go...but I know you have to. When this is all over...go to that address."
Logan smiled. "You gonna wait fer me?"
She nodded. "I love you, you know." Jean leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Logan's neck and burying her face in his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, breathing in all her scents. "I...love you too." he admitted gruffly. Logan pushed Jean back, lifting her chin to look at him. He kissed her passionately, knowing that he'd been wanting to do that for a long time.
A car horn honked behind them, and they broke from the kiss, Logan turning to face the army jeep that was there to pick him up. He brushed his hand across Jean's cheek as he began to walk away. "I'll come back for you."
Jean reached her hand out as he got into the jeep. "Promise me you'll write every chance you get!" she called back to him, one hand wiping the tears from her eyes.
"I promise!"
Then he was gone, and Jean was left standing infront of the hospital, waiting.
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Almost a year later...
Jean had been receiving a letter from Logan atleast once a month, until recently. She had feared the worst had happened and the next letter she would receive would be a soldier at the door telling her he was dead. Either that, or nothing at all. That would have been the worst thing. Not knowing.
Jean was making dinner for herself in the kitchen, when the doorbell rang. She looked up fearfully, eyes wide with shock. As she glanced out the window above the sink, she saw a military jeep parked out on the street in front of her little house. Jean slowly made her way to the door, clenching her eyes shut for a second as she gripped the door handle. She let out a long sigh, and opened the door. Her eyes immediately began to tear, and she felt that all the air had been sucked out of her lungs. It was him, it was Logan, scars and all.
"Toldja I'd come back Jeannie."
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*end*