A/N- I know this has taken awhile but I wanted ta get this last chapter out before I leave for vacation. hope you enjoy anyways. ;P

Chapter 16: Resolutions

Staring out from the back porch onto the mansion's yard, Logan stood leaning over the rail with a cigar in his hand and a beer resting on the wooden rail. He had been standing out there for awhile now, ever since he'd gotten out of the shower and got dressed. Logan could smell Jean and Jack coming up behind him, though he'd heard them long before they even came outside. He hadn't bothered to turn around, but picked up his can of beer and took a few gulps.

"Logan?" Jean called out softly once she'd spotted him. She looked down sternly at Jack who still clung to her leg and put her hands on her hips. "Honey can you go inside and let Mommy and Daddy talk?"

Jack stuck out his lower lip as if disappointed and released her leg as he climbed to his feet. "Ok." He sighed, glancing once curiously at his father with a raised eyebrow before running back inside, intent on finding someone to bother.

Jean sauntered up beside Logan and leaned over the railing as he was. She glanced out across the grounds, then noticing the beer he had put down, she picked it up and took a sip.

"Thought you didn't like beer?" Logan muttered emotionlessly without even looking at Jean.

"I don't." She made a face, scrunching up her nose as she put the can back where it was.

"Hmph." Logan snorted with a slight smirk, taking a drag from his cigar.

Moving closer to her husband, Jean placed her hand over his that was resting on the rail and gave it a loving squeeze. "How long did you get to sleep for?" She asked, voice laced with concern.

"'Bout an hour."

"That's not nearly as much as you need." Jean shook her head, taking his chin and turning his head so that he faced her. His face was worn from lack of sleep and his eyes were dark and bloodshot. "This is my fault, I shouldn't have told Hank to take you off the medication."

"Naw," Logan shook his head and frowned, squeezing Jean's hand back reassuringly. "It ain't yer fault that my memories're all-" He stopped, cutting himself off.

Jean turned to him curiously, a brow raised delicately in concern. "Your memories are all-what? Finish what you were saying." She was extremely worried now that he would completely back off, knowing this was a touchy subject.

Logan let out a long sigh as he grabbed for his beer and finished it off, crushing the can in his hand and resting it back on the rail beside him. "You know how I told you there was nothin' unusual 'bout that mission I was on?" He paused as she nodded, staring eagerly for him to finish. "Well, I lied."

"What is it Logan? What happened?" Jean stared at him, looking almost about to cry. She couldn't quite imagine what happened that was so terrible he had to hide it from her, his wife.

Clearing his throat, Logan stared into Jean's eyes and knew he had to tell her. It was killing her not knowing what troubled him, and it was breaking him up inside not being able to tell her. Still leaning over the railing, but snubbing out his cigar and putting it with the crushed beer can, Logan started to explain what had happened.

"At that abandoned air-strip in Canada, I was faced with a couple mutants, an' some non-mutant folks that were apparently all workin' together. Bein' who I am, I put up a fight, not quite knowin' what their deal was when they started shootin' at me. Apparently, though, they were waitin' for their pick-up plane ta show fer their getaway."

Jean gave him a curious look.

Logan continued. "They were transportin' a load o' cocaine." He shook his head, taking in a deep breath so he'd be able to get to the point soon enough. "There was this one woman, she was a kinda telepath, messed with peoples heads." he grunted, absently rubbing at the back of his neck. "This lady went diggin' in my head, brought up a shitload o' memories...bad ones. Stuff I didn't wanna remember, some stuff I couldn't remember...."

At her husband's pause, Jean took both his hands and held them lovingly, reassuring him that things would be okay.

Logan grunted. "It was mostly 'bout what happened ta me 'fore I met you, leadin' up ta that point where I was layin' face first in the snow, beaten half ta death." His upper lip curled into a snarl at the memory as he pulled his hands from Jean and clenched his fists by his side. "Anyways, I suppose while the mutant chick was keepin' me occupied, the pick-up plane showed up an' the rest o' the guys loaded up the coke. 'Cuz the next thing I remember is wakin' up on that air-strip, bullet holes in my clothes, a helluva headache, an' I didn't know why."

"Is that why you didn't tell me when you got home? Because you didn't remember?" Jean coaxed, asking him softly.

Logan shook his head a moment, in agreement. "Nah, then I didn't know. But when the nightmares came, I knew. I remembered what that bitch did ta me, what she made me remember." He growled lowly, angry at himself. "I didn't want ya ta know. I didn't wanna hurt you that way, makin' you know what I been through. You already get flashes o' my nightmares sometimes, ya didn't need this. Not now, not with Jack around, not ever."

Jean watched her husband's face fall into a haunted look, and she immediately launched forward, tightly wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." She whispered softly after a long while of silence had passed.

Logan breathed out heavily and rubbed Jean's back, gently lifting her chin and kissing her. "Like I said, it ain't yer fault." He smiled faintly, then looked up. "I jus' wish these damn nightmares would stop."

Brows quirking slightly, Jean gave a partial smile. "Maybe....talking about this has helped?"

Logan gave a skeptical look, but shrugged. He pulled slowly from their embrace and reached for his crushed beer can and snubbed cigar. "We'll hafta see."

Following Logan after a moment as she watched him head back inside, Jean hoped that his torment would stop. Perhaps she could use her telepathy to somehow block out his nightmares without harming him. She'd talk to both Hank and Logan, then they'd just have to wait and see as her husband said.

"Hey Jubes, how's it goin'?" Logan asked with a half-smile as he passed her on his way to his room.

"It's goin' good." Jubilee laughed, raising one eyebrow at him. "What's put you in a good mood all of a sudden? You still look like a walkin' zombie with those dark circles around your eyes." She put her hands on her hips and stopped to stare at him.

Logan shrugged. "I ain't really in a good mood, jus' hopin' ta get a good night's sleep."

"Oh yeah, Jean told me Hank gave her the go to put a mental block on your nightmares or something. Think it'll work Logan?" She asked, her expression turning to one of concern.

"I dunno. Cross yer fingers for me 'kay Jubes?" He winked, then nodded and continued to his room.

Jubilee shrugged as she watched him leave with a sigh. "Alright, good luck with that Wolvie." She said quietly to herself.

"Mommy read it again!" Jack pleaded with a pathetic smile as Jean got up to put the storybook back on the shelf.

She sighed, shaking her head. "No Jack, I've already read it twice."

"But Wobin Hood's my favowite!" The little wolf-boy tried again with a grin.

Jean couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh, but she stood her ground, trying desperately to ignore those puppy-dog eyes of his. "Sorry honey, it's really late and you shouldn't have been up so long anyway. Now go to sleep." She walked back toward the bed, leaning over him and giving him a kiss before ruffling his hair gently and leaving the room.

As she stepped quietly back into her own room, Jean noticed Logan stir slightly in his sleep before a quiet groan escaped his lips and he rolled over and sat up. Her brows furrowed as she watched him look around to focus. "Nightmare?" She asked softly with a frown, worried that her attempt at the mental blocks didn't work.

"Mm..no." He gave a tired grin, realizing that he had been nightmare free. "Jus' felt that you weren't there."

Jean smiled as she ambled toward the bed through the dark and crawled under the covers. "I was just putting Jack to bed."

"Hm." Logan rolled back onto his side, this time draping his arm over Jean as she curled in close to him and adjusted the covers. "'Night darlin'." He murmured softly into her hair.

"Sweet dreams." Jean smiled, closing her eyes with the comfort of her husband holding her and everything being alright. With the mental blocks helping keep Logan's nightmares at bay, she knew he'd find peaceful rest like he'd had before. The only thing on Jean's mind then, was to find this mutant woman who'd caused her husband harm, and give her a lifetime full of bad dreams.

If only she were that cruel.

THE END

A/N-I know it wasn't the greatest ending, but there it is. ;P Please Review!