Disturbed Dreams

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-men characters, nor does anyone I know. And besides, if I did, I wouldnt be here, writing this would I? I would be bragging. Alot.

Plot Outline: A prank. A broken-heart. And two men. One very sad, one very happy. And one boy who is in alot of trouble.

'Thoughts to self'

Thoughts to someone with a mindlink

"Talking"

Backpack slung over his left shoulder, the adamantium man, opened the large, heavy doors of 'Xaviers Institute for the Gifted Youngsters'. Logan - had just come back from one of his, not-so-long runaway trips to god-knows-where. He opened the second pair of doors, the ones once you were in the foyer, which lead to a long hallway. He stepped through and let the door slam shut, dropping his bag to the ground.

Then he heard whining. And crying and mumbling. He paused for a moment. Glancing around, Logan followed the sounds until he reached the rec room. He glanced in and saw a redhead sitting on the couch, curled up, tissues scattered around her. He blinked for a second, and approached her.

Jean sniffled, lightly rubbing her temples. The TV was on and blaring. The room was dark, giving the TV a big luminescent glow. Her telepathic powers, monitored movement in the room, while she was upset like this. "Go away." she said simply.

Logan shrugged and ignoring her orders and took many steps towards her until he reached the couch. He leaned on the arm of the couch, since she was on the other side. "Redd you okay?" he asked, in a gruff voice.

"Do I look okay?"

"No"

"Then theres your answer"

Silence. 'Shes right...' thought Logan to himself. He shrugged. "Wanna talk about it?" he asked. More silence. 'Great. The silent treatment'

After about five minutes, Jean finally spoke up. "Come 'ere." she said, patting the seat next to her. She was still facing away from him, but at least she was making contact. Logan walked over to where she was motioning for him to sit, and sat down. Then, again there was the eerie silence.

Jean shook her head and looked away from Logan her chin in her hand. 'Should I tell him?' she thought to herself, sighing deeply. 'Maybe theres an easier way...' she thought and turned her head to face Logan. She wiped her tears, but there was still tear stains along her face, and some of her mascara had ran. "Logan.." she said, not knowing how to tell him.

Logan blinked. "Uhh yeah Jeannie?" he said, tilting his head to the side, giving a cocky smile.

Jean gave a sort-of-weak-smile in return to his cocky one. closer.." she said, shifting towards him. Logans eyes widened when she said that, and let her move closer, that wasnt exactly his thing. He closed his eyes when Jean raised her hands to her temples, and gave him a clue onto what happened. A flashback you could say.

Begin Flashback

Jean opened the door of the room she shared with Scott and found him on the bed, fiddling with a box. "What'chya got there?" she asked, walking over to him, and taking a seat next to him. She closed the door with her telekenetic powers and rested her head in the nook between his neck and shoulder.

Scott relaxed into her touch but something was crossing his mind, something different. He sighed, "Nothing really, just a box.." he said, in an emotionless tone, shaking his head. He placed it on the side table and wrapped his arms around Jean. "Jean, honey, I have to tell you something. You have to remember though that everything is not like it seems. We have some -- odd people in the school and you know that. Even -" he was cut of by Jean.

"Just cut to the chase."

"Are you sure?"

"Almost positive."

"Almost?" he questioned.

Rolling her eyes, Jean answered Scott. "You know what I mean."

"But your not gonna like it?"

"Who says?"

"I know."

"Sccoottt...."

"Fine.." he said, taking a deep breath. "Jean, I cant say it..youll have to scan my mind.." he said, shaking his head.

Jean blinked a few times. "You never ever want anyone to do that. Not even the professor. Why?" she asked.

"Because."

"Because why?"

"JUST BECAUSE JEAN! GODDAMNIT JUST DO IT!" he yelled, suddenly.

"Okay. Okay. Okay. Calm down." the redhead answered, raising her hands to his temples.

A rush of feelings came through Jean as she winced, but kept on focusing. She shook her head as she concentrated on the thing that he wanted to tell her most. She gasped once she found out about it. She pulled her hands down from his temples, as she felt his hands grasp hers. "Scott..how?" she asked, calm for some odd reason.

"Jean.."

"Scott you ass! I trusted you!"

"Jean its not what you think.."

"I know its not what I think..its what you were thinking. You were cheating on me. You bastard!" she said, storming out of the room, tears streaming down her face. She ran into the rec room and began crying her heart out.

End Flashback

Logans mouth formed an ''o'' as she brought her hands down to her sides. He grasped her hands in his. "Jeannie." he said, as she looked away. Tears formed in her eyes, as they fell down her cheeks. "I dont know how to react.." she said, looking away.

"Then dont."

"What do you mean?"

"Just let your feelings rush out of you.."

"....." she sighed, not knowing what to say. She didnt know what to say, but she knew what to do. She curled up and leaned against Logan, as he wrapped his arms around her, she cried her heart out.

Scott clenched and unclenched his fists. He watched Logan wrap his arms around Jean as she cried, and sobbed. "Damn you Bobby." he said. At this point, he was wearing his glasses, even though he had just come back from a training session to try and get his mind cleared.

But he couldnt. What was he thinking? Telling Jean that. He could of lived. He could of gotten another -- his thoughts were interupted with Logans voice.

"Jeannie?"

Jean looked up, as she sniffled and wiped a stray tear. "Mmm?" she asked, making sound to note for him to go on. He shook his head, he didnt know what he wanted to say to her. You dont just waltz up to a girl and pour your feelings out to them.

The redhead sighed and crawled into his lap and rested her head on his chest. Obviously she just wanted to be held. Logan re-wrapped his arms around Jean, since she had broke away while she climbed into his lap. He looked down at the angel in his lap and found that she was asleep. He smiled. 'Get ready One-Eye. Shes mine now..' He thought to himself.

Scotts normal 'Boy Scout' attitude was swallowed up by anger, hatred, and jealousy towards Logan. He stood there for another half an hour, until Logan feel asleep. For that half an hour, he watched Logan play with Jeans hair, or just stare. He grunted and walked off, and climbed into his bed. One which he now considered empty.

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