Whooo hooo...okay..chapter 6 up now. I hope you all like it :-D Next chapter will probably be a big one, so it'll make up for this little one. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, again, it really helps me and makes me ever so happy. I hope to get some new ones for this chapter :)



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"My God, that's beautiful!" Jean shrieked triumphantly, smiling as she looked out her side of the convertible at the never-ending expanse of ocean, shaded a sparkling, mystic blue.
"I told you we'd make it within the next hour!" Logan grinned.
Jean rolled her eyes and grinned back.
Their whole surrounding and atmosphere had completely altered now, after almost two and a half hours of driving. The road they sped along was now paved, to the left of it were countless palm trees with cocoa colored trunks and tropical looking plants of all shapes and sizes, their vivid green leaves spread wide with drops of moisture clinging to them like raindrops. To the right was the vast, bright beach. The temperature was hot and damp around them, but pleasantly so. Every now and then heat waves rippled across the still water.
The same sky above them was clear now, and a brilliant tranquil blue -- the sun bright and alluring. The sound and feel of light ocean breezes grazed their fevered skin, mingling with the rushing air as they sped past, leaving those vivid leaves to rustle restlessly behind them.

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Rain began to fall mercilessly from the wrought iron sky as Jean and Scott drove back to the hotel. The ride was silent and uncomfortable, at least for Jean.
She stared out of the window, scattered with thousands of diamond raindrops, and wished she had never agreed to come here. Suddenly things began to seem unsolvable and never-ending. She didn't like this feeling of complete and utter helplessness and confusion -- she was lost in her own mind and body. She glanced over at Scott, even he didn't seem real. Looking back out the window, Jean wished desperately to just fade away into the rain, to avoid whatever inevitability was to come now that she felt the way she did...

The car pulled quietly into the hotel parking lot, and Scott softly turned the keys out of the ignition.
"Let me get the door for you, sweetie, so you don't have to get so wet."
He opened the door, briefly magnifying the falling rain on the cement before he closed it again and all was silent. Moments later, Scott came around and opened the door, then covered her with his jacket so that she wouldn't be drenched in the rain. Every footstep she took now beside Scott broke her heart.
"Thank you," Jean murmured as they stepped into the lobby and she helped him to pull off his wet coat.
"Most welcome." Scott smiled and leaned in, placing a lovingly passionate kiss on her lips.
When he leaned back out, Jean felt hot tears filling her eyes. She had wanted to push him away just now...it felt...wrong to the way Logan kissed her. This sadness was almost painful.

As Jean and Scott walked back down the hall to their room, his arm around her waist, the back of Logan's head came into view. He was bending down to pick up a Pepsi from the pop machine just outside his room.

He sensed her. Dark eyes came around to look at Scott's arm around Jean, then flickered back up to rest on her face.

"Have a nice evening, you two?" There was sarcasm dripping in his voice.

"Very enjoyable, thanks." Scott sneered back.

Logan's eyes never left Jean's, nor did Jean's leave Logan's, and he immediately saw the panic and pleading buried deep beneath the jade. A moment later he had a message blaze across his mind- "Outside, fifteen minutes...please, Logan..."

A confusion filled Logan's head and he nodded enough for her to see as she and Scott proceeded down the hallway, leaving him standing and staring after them. Jean glanced back briefly before turning the corner.

Ringing silence consumed Logan for ten long minutes as he leaned up against the wall, tossing his Pepsi can up and down, up and down, up and down...

Logan was leaning up against the wall again another ten minutes later as he waited for Jean outside the hotel under the shelter of the terrace. Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, he stared out at the pouring rain. Thoughts raced through his mind like lightning -- Did Scott find out? Had something gone wrong? Was Jean angry with him...was she going to tell him it was all over between them? Logan could barely stand to think about the last one...

"Logan?"

He looked over to see Jean a yard or two away from him. She had her arms folded across her chest, shivering slightly beneath a light jacket.

"Jeannie," he walked a few paces over to her and embraced her tightly in his arms, also trying to warm her with his own jacket.

Jean melted into Logan's warm touch and drunk in his scent, it was a relief unlike anything she'd felt before. All the confusion, panic, sadness, anger in the moment faded from her as she clung to Logan. It was like drowning for an eternity, then suddenly a hand reached out to you, to save you from the piercing cold what was flooding your mind and body.

Jean closed her eyes tightly and let out a choked sob against Logan's shoulder.

"I'm so glad I have you, baby..."

Logan rubbed a hand comfortingly up and down her back and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"You know I'm nothing without you, Jeannie." He placed a finger underneath her chin and pulled her head up to look at him. "Tell me what's wrong."

Jean looked up at him for a moment before looking past him, up at the rows and rows of lit windows. She spotted she and Scott's and remembered what she had told him just twenty minutes ago...that she was going down to the lobby for a drink and to walk around a bit because she was a little restless and she didn't want to keep Scott up since he needed his sleep. He had hesitated to let her go alone, but she had pinned him by asking what the danger in a quick cup of coffee was.

Now looking up to the corner room on the fifth floor, she saw Scott still had the light on so she glanced quickly back to Logan.

"Let's get away from this place, first."