Thanks To: My reviewers! Yer all great!! *sounds like she's a drunk doin' a speech at a wedding* I toast to all o'you! Dr. Pepper's on me! *gets dragged away by Logan-muse*
Val; WOW. I feel special now. Thanks! *grins stupidly*
TigerStorm; Well, the first time Logan fought with Scott I laughed like crazy, then when we found out he really tried ta kill 'im I wanted Scott dead, but not by Wolvie's hands. I thought it was too out of character, even for Ultimate Wolverine. You'll get ta see some of the other X-Men being involved, but not too much...still not sure. x_0; I also dunno if I want this ta be a Logan/Jean, I did at first but...*shrugs* Rogue/Logan sounded like a posibility ta me too...I dunno. x_0;; Ro/Lo crossed my mind too, but they don't seem like they'd fit in Ultimate. What do ya think?
Note: The song in this fic is 'In The Shadows', by Story of the Year.
Swallow The Knife: Chapter 4-In The Shadows
*****
We both take the hardest punches,
and collect black eyes just to prove it.
Still we pass by just like strangers,
and we speak just like the closest enemies.
xxx
In the shadows of our life, we can fall into the night unscarred.
In the shadows of our life, we can never let it go this far.
*****
Jean drummed her knuckles against the wall as she stood outside the infirmary, pacing back and forth. She glanced up as she heard footsteps approaching her from down the hall. "Scott." she breathed out, running up to him and wrapping her arms around his waist as she leaned into his chest.
Scott sighed and rested his hand on her back. "Are you okay?" he questioned as she pulled away from him.
Jean nodded. "Yeh, I'm fine." her eyebrows furrowed and she angrily glared at the infirmary door. "I can't believe him." she shook her head, frustrated. "And it's my fault for hating him?" she frowned.
Scott glanced off to the side, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Jean, I'm pretty pissed at what Logan did too. I mean, he tried to kill me, but I forgave him, and I meant it." he watched as Jean slowly met his gaze. "I can't hate him because it's not entirely his fault, he's been pretty messed up by Weapon-X and all that stuff."
Jean stared at the floor as her eyes began to water. "I know." she said in a bare whisper. "I know that now, but...I was just so angry before, I hated him, I wanted him to die."
Scott looked at her sadly. "Jean-"
"Scott, I wished he was dead!" she shook her head and bit her lower lip. "He could probably sense how pissed I was, smelled it on me even. All our hate and aggression directed at him. And I don't just mean me. All of us. Me, you, Peter, Kitty, Bobby, Hank, Ororo. Even Kurt and Rogue and they don't even know him!" Jean clenched her fists by her side. "We pushed him to this. We made him feel like we'd all be better off without him." she shook her head, then turned into the infirmary.
Scott let out a long sigh and stood staring at the door. He frowned, then started back down the hall. He needed to let Jean get herself through this.
*****
Somehow my words are rendered useless,
still I pull my lip down to my chest just to show you how my jaw is,
tired from waiting to say the things that you should hear.
xxx
In the shadows of our life, we can fall into the night unscarred.
In the shadows of our life, we can never let it go this far.
*****
Logan took in a slow ragged breath, opening his eyes and letting them roll upwards so he was staring at the ceiling. He groaned, then tried to lift a hand to his throat to feel if it was all healed, but found that his arms were restrained. Logan grunted, then lifted his neck so he could see Xavier, sitting beside the bed. "Why am I strapped down?!" he growled hoarsely.
The Professor looked at him and moved in closer. He sighed, then met Logan's cold stare. "Logan, you're a danger to yourself." he frowned.
Logan's face just twisted more with his anger and he unsheathed his claws by his side, pulling at the restraints. "Why couldn't you just let me die?!" he rumbled, his voice becoming less hoarse.
The Professor shook his head sadly. "I can't do that Logan. No matter what you believe, you do NOT deserve to die."
Logan growled, sheathing his claws and slamming his head back against the pillows. "Let me up, I'll do it myself. No one wants me alive an' you know it Chuck."
Xavier could sense his anguish and wished there was something he could do to make Logan believe that he shouldn't die.
"That's not true." Jean stepped in from the far end of the room and approached Logan's bed. She saw his confused look as he stared up at her, probably wondering what the hell she was doing here. "I didn't mean it Logan. You weren't there when I said this, but the Professor was." she looked at Charles for a moment, then he nodded and Jean looked back at Logan. "I said that I didn't care if you were dead...but that's not exactly true."
Logan's eyebrows furrowed and he turned away with a frown, staring at the wall.
"I truly understand now, that you couldn't control some of the things you did, and that you have been trained to eliminate things or even people, when they get in your way." Jean continued though Logan refused to face her. "I...I *do* forgive you." she took his silence to mean that he was thinking about what she'd said.
~Give him time Jean.~ The Professor sent her mentally. "Logan, I will release you from the restraints, but you're not allowed to leave the institute. I will arrange for the team to take turns on suicide watch."
Logan turned his head, glaring daggers at the Professor. "What makes you think I ain't gonna leave anyway?" he growled.
"Jean and I will be keeping tabs on you." he answered, tapping the side of his head.
Logan frowned as Charles wheeled toward him and undid the restraints around his hands. He sat up, rubbing at his wrists. "Who's on first watch?" he grumbled.
The Professor looked at Jean, sending her a telepathic message. ~He still doesn't believe you've forgiven him, and I don't think putting you two together right now is our best option.~
Jean nodded and started out of the infirmary.
Charles stared back at Logan. "I'm putting Rogue on first watch. She'll be following you around for a few hours to make sure you don't do anything foolish." Logan just grunted in return as Charles mentally contacted Rogue. The next few hours were going to be pretty tough, trying to keep a man from hurting himself who so desperately wanted to die.
*****
After all, we're still the same.
But these empty promises never seem to change.
There's a smile on my face and it's 2:55 a.m.
But this cramp in my wrist puts me back to sleep till it all comes around again.
WITH A CLOSED FIST.
xxx
In the shadows of our life, we can fall into the night unscarred.
In the shadows of our life, we can never let it go this far.
*****
Val; WOW. I feel special now. Thanks! *grins stupidly*
TigerStorm; Well, the first time Logan fought with Scott I laughed like crazy, then when we found out he really tried ta kill 'im I wanted Scott dead, but not by Wolvie's hands. I thought it was too out of character, even for Ultimate Wolverine. You'll get ta see some of the other X-Men being involved, but not too much...still not sure. x_0; I also dunno if I want this ta be a Logan/Jean, I did at first but...*shrugs* Rogue/Logan sounded like a posibility ta me too...I dunno. x_0;; Ro/Lo crossed my mind too, but they don't seem like they'd fit in Ultimate. What do ya think?
Note: The song in this fic is 'In The Shadows', by Story of the Year.
Swallow The Knife: Chapter 4-In The Shadows
*****
We both take the hardest punches,
and collect black eyes just to prove it.
Still we pass by just like strangers,
and we speak just like the closest enemies.
xxx
In the shadows of our life, we can fall into the night unscarred.
In the shadows of our life, we can never let it go this far.
*****
Jean drummed her knuckles against the wall as she stood outside the infirmary, pacing back and forth. She glanced up as she heard footsteps approaching her from down the hall. "Scott." she breathed out, running up to him and wrapping her arms around his waist as she leaned into his chest.
Scott sighed and rested his hand on her back. "Are you okay?" he questioned as she pulled away from him.
Jean nodded. "Yeh, I'm fine." her eyebrows furrowed and she angrily glared at the infirmary door. "I can't believe him." she shook her head, frustrated. "And it's my fault for hating him?" she frowned.
Scott glanced off to the side, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Jean, I'm pretty pissed at what Logan did too. I mean, he tried to kill me, but I forgave him, and I meant it." he watched as Jean slowly met his gaze. "I can't hate him because it's not entirely his fault, he's been pretty messed up by Weapon-X and all that stuff."
Jean stared at the floor as her eyes began to water. "I know." she said in a bare whisper. "I know that now, but...I was just so angry before, I hated him, I wanted him to die."
Scott looked at her sadly. "Jean-"
"Scott, I wished he was dead!" she shook her head and bit her lower lip. "He could probably sense how pissed I was, smelled it on me even. All our hate and aggression directed at him. And I don't just mean me. All of us. Me, you, Peter, Kitty, Bobby, Hank, Ororo. Even Kurt and Rogue and they don't even know him!" Jean clenched her fists by her side. "We pushed him to this. We made him feel like we'd all be better off without him." she shook her head, then turned into the infirmary.
Scott let out a long sigh and stood staring at the door. He frowned, then started back down the hall. He needed to let Jean get herself through this.
*****
Somehow my words are rendered useless,
still I pull my lip down to my chest just to show you how my jaw is,
tired from waiting to say the things that you should hear.
xxx
In the shadows of our life, we can fall into the night unscarred.
In the shadows of our life, we can never let it go this far.
*****
Logan took in a slow ragged breath, opening his eyes and letting them roll upwards so he was staring at the ceiling. He groaned, then tried to lift a hand to his throat to feel if it was all healed, but found that his arms were restrained. Logan grunted, then lifted his neck so he could see Xavier, sitting beside the bed. "Why am I strapped down?!" he growled hoarsely.
The Professor looked at him and moved in closer. He sighed, then met Logan's cold stare. "Logan, you're a danger to yourself." he frowned.
Logan's face just twisted more with his anger and he unsheathed his claws by his side, pulling at the restraints. "Why couldn't you just let me die?!" he rumbled, his voice becoming less hoarse.
The Professor shook his head sadly. "I can't do that Logan. No matter what you believe, you do NOT deserve to die."
Logan growled, sheathing his claws and slamming his head back against the pillows. "Let me up, I'll do it myself. No one wants me alive an' you know it Chuck."
Xavier could sense his anguish and wished there was something he could do to make Logan believe that he shouldn't die.
"That's not true." Jean stepped in from the far end of the room and approached Logan's bed. She saw his confused look as he stared up at her, probably wondering what the hell she was doing here. "I didn't mean it Logan. You weren't there when I said this, but the Professor was." she looked at Charles for a moment, then he nodded and Jean looked back at Logan. "I said that I didn't care if you were dead...but that's not exactly true."
Logan's eyebrows furrowed and he turned away with a frown, staring at the wall.
"I truly understand now, that you couldn't control some of the things you did, and that you have been trained to eliminate things or even people, when they get in your way." Jean continued though Logan refused to face her. "I...I *do* forgive you." she took his silence to mean that he was thinking about what she'd said.
~Give him time Jean.~ The Professor sent her mentally. "Logan, I will release you from the restraints, but you're not allowed to leave the institute. I will arrange for the team to take turns on suicide watch."
Logan turned his head, glaring daggers at the Professor. "What makes you think I ain't gonna leave anyway?" he growled.
"Jean and I will be keeping tabs on you." he answered, tapping the side of his head.
Logan frowned as Charles wheeled toward him and undid the restraints around his hands. He sat up, rubbing at his wrists. "Who's on first watch?" he grumbled.
The Professor looked at Jean, sending her a telepathic message. ~He still doesn't believe you've forgiven him, and I don't think putting you two together right now is our best option.~
Jean nodded and started out of the infirmary.
Charles stared back at Logan. "I'm putting Rogue on first watch. She'll be following you around for a few hours to make sure you don't do anything foolish." Logan just grunted in return as Charles mentally contacted Rogue. The next few hours were going to be pretty tough, trying to keep a man from hurting himself who so desperately wanted to die.
*****
After all, we're still the same.
But these empty promises never seem to change.
There's a smile on my face and it's 2:55 a.m.
But this cramp in my wrist puts me back to sleep till it all comes around again.
WITH A CLOSED FIST.
xxx
In the shadows of our life, we can fall into the night unscarred.
In the shadows of our life, we can never let it go this far.
*****