A/N: Hi Ok, so I don't normally write x-men fan fic, but this just came into my head and I had to write it. Its set AFTER X MEN 2 so SPOILERS. Just to let you know. Enjoy!

Moving On

*Logan's P.O.V*

I remember that fateful day. Even 4 months after I still remember every detail, every image and every scent of fear, pain and death clouding around me like a thick fog. How she gave up her one life by using her powers to prevent a flood from killing us all, and dying in the process. She knew it was her time, Scott was too important to her to just let him die, the same with the rest of us. She was too important to me; I should have stopped her death. But I didn't.

As I lie in my bed I find myself thinking for what seems the hundredth time of Jean.  I remember every word Jean said to me in the last few days she was among us, but the one memory that will stay with me forever is that of how good she felt folded in my arms.

 Ever since the first time I met her I had so badly wanted to take her in my arms and claim her as my own. For a few precious moments she had been mine, with no thoughts of Scott, but only of pure love for me. I would have called it Heaven, if I had have believed in it, only it was never to be. My Hell is knowing I'll never call her mine again, never touch her or smell her scent.

I guess her death really hit me about a month after our return to the mansion. Jean had been the medical doctor at the mansion and I had been one of her patients when I first arrived here after being attacked by Sabretooth. One of the first things I noticed about her lab was how much her scent and perfume lingered around the room. It was as though it had taken residence there, claiming those rooms as her one.

A month after her death I had walked down to the labs expecting to find comfort and solitude by her presence. However, as soon as I excited the lift, a strange, different perfume greeted me. Cautiously, unaware of what to expect from the abrupt change I crept into the lab, claws extended. As I turned a corner the med lab came into view and I noted with surprise that it had physically changed. Flowers littered the tables, paintings hung on the walls, bringing a homely and over-feminine atmosphere to the place. Confusion took over me as I fingered a leather-bound book on a nearby table, belonging to Jean, having carefully retracted my claws as not to damage the only remaining personal item of Jean down here.

"You must be Logan." An unfamiliar voice sounded from behind me.

I whirled around to see a tall but well built woman, with long brown hair and glasses. She looked about thirty years old at least. She was stood looking at me, eyeing me suspiciously, as if to say what are you doing down here in my space?

"Who the hell are you, bub?" I snapped, rather too icily.

Taken aback by my coldness the woman stuttered "I'm A-Ann. The new doctor, Professor Xavier hired me."

I blinked in shock. Xavier had hired someone to take Jean's place only a few mere weeks after her death?

It was then that the grief finally hit me hard, hard as nails, and it was sickening.

Jean wasn't coming back.

It was time for us all to move on and there was nothing I could do.

Feeling nauseous I turned and sped from the room with not a word to the new doctor. I felt sick and upset, something my tough self didn't usually feel. I reached my room, not stopping to talk to anyone, not even Rogue, and collapsed on my bed, tears pouring down my face.

A/N:- So, what do u think? Should I carry on? Also, I don't know whether to make this a Logan/Marie story as they are my favourite so let me know you're opinion. Reviews are grateful!!

Love Sarah