Yeah, yeah...sappy I know...but it's my story so back off! XD Heh, anyway here's the second half.

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He didn't deserve this. No one deserved this. No one should have had to witness the things he did. He was quiet about all of it, never letting anyone too close, his pain building up on the inside and as a result, leaving silent scars that no one could ever penetrate through. No one, until Jean.

Feeling angst-ridden tears now burning in her eyes, Jean thought over and over again, Logan did not deserve this. Who the hell...what kind of animal would do this to a human being as amazing, as warm as Logan? Jean had never in her life had that gnawing hate in the back of her mind as Logan and she knew sometimes Scott did, to actually kill someone or something because they felt so strongly that it was wrong. Compromise, maybe...come to an agreement, but never kill.

But now...she wasn't sure. She was startled at the realization that if the thing that had done this to Logan would show itself right now, on this very street corner, she would use a blast of telekinesis to send them soaring into whatever the hell she could find, then use her mental powers to render them into a state of torture.

She just wished that she could feel all of Logan's pain for him...

"Jean," he choked out, a few single tears struggling to be free from those amber eyes, "I can't tell you how much you mean to me. When I see you, I feel ashamed of the things I did before I met you, and I wish so hard that I could just start my life over. ...And sometimes I think, I don't deserve this woman. Someone like me could never hold a candle to someone like Cyke..."

Jean reached out and soothed him with her mind, telling him that wasn't true.

"--But I know how much I love you, and I think to myself that no one could ever possibly love you with the heat I feel, or to the extent I feel it. It hurts, Jeannie. It hurts to love you as much as I do."

Jean looked up to the dark night sky, showering cold liquid gems... Years ago she would have been out on a night like this, alone, on the roof of the mansion looking up into this same sky, her eyes scanning the heavens, searching for answers to never-ending questions. She used to believe the sky to be the most consoling and steady thing in her life, even including she and Scott's relationship. But the sky never changed, never would change, would always be there, no matter where in the world she was. Vast and deep and mysterious, it held all the secrets of the universe. On stormy nights such as these she used to like to believe she could hear them whispered between the raindrops.

So lost and unsure she was back then. Now, sitting here with Logan, she didn't need a single question answered, left those secrets to fall in peace. As long as she could just have him beside her, feel his touch every night, she could wait that lifetime and be patient, knowing everything would be explained in time.

"That sadness I see in your eyes when I'm with Scott, that pain I see in the middle of the night because your nightmares are getting too real, I was to make all of that go away." She spoke suddenly and Logan nodded, neither of them able to distinguish tears from raindrops now as he pulled her closer to him.

"If Scott cared for you, Jean, like I do, he'd let you make the decision. And I know he does, baby...it ain't gonna be easy...." He whispered into her ear, brushing a lock of wet hair from her neck.

"I know, I know." she whispered back with her voice and her thoughts, but barely audible either way. Never had she feared something so much, but also needed to do it to be able to breathe again.

Jean knew what she had to do, and knew Logan would be beside her every minute. But not tonight. Tonight she needed Logan with her. She placed a soft hand on his chest.

"Don't leave me tonight, Logan. Stay, please..."

Neither of them gave a damn about the consequences this could result in, or even if Scott were to come around the bend right now and see them. Logan needed Jean with him as much as she needed him, like the driest of deserts needs that desert storm to cool it down, to keep it sane.

He squeezed her tight, kissing those angelic lips that he never wanted to stop kissing, that was like coming mouth to mouth with ecstasy in every sense of the word, feeling though this world was so cruel, so forsaken, he had found a heaven, or as close as he would ever get to it, on earth.

"Forever, Jean."