Be warned!
This fic is somewhat a dark one…It contains multiple areas of suicide and in the future some lemons
(Possibly, haven't decided yet)
A/N I will never own x-men. I wish I owned Hugh Jackman, but that is another story…
Title: Forever Yours
Author: Fox of the Nova
Chapter 1:
"Save me..."
It was around 1:00 a.m., Saturday, in San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge looked undisturbed, except for the occasional hocking of the cars driving in and out of it.
At the very top of the bridge, a shadow looks towards the city before her with pure loathing.
The shadow walks out towards the catwalk while balancing, with not an inch of fear on the persons face and she looks down towards the waters below.
Bare feet slide inch by inch, closer and closer towards the edge. Long straight raven hair billows in the wind, as the wind seems to urge her to jump.
She reaches out for a cable; skin the color of light chocolate reflects off of her as the lights from the cars shines from below.
Walking towards the very edge of the catwalk, eyes the color of midnight looks up towards the night sky. As if to say, 'you can't stop me now'.
"DON'T JUMP!" A voice cries out to her left.
She turns towards the voice and sees a young police officer barely in his thirties. He was slowly approaching her, his hand held out in a sign of stop.
"Stop Miss, don't jump." He begs.
She looks at him with a blank expression. But her black eyes felt like they were staring into his very soul.
"Tell me Mr.…?" She asked with a fake pleasantly; her own voice sounding empty.
"Park." Was the police officers reply. Anything to get the young woman's attention away from suicide.
"Mr. Park." She acknowledges with a nod. "Tell Mr. Park. What will happen to me, when I jump from this catwalk?" She asks.
Park was taken back by her question. 'Maybe she is mentally ill."
"Well?" She asks. She then does a small movement forward, like she was about to jump, which makes Park cry out.
"Don't!" Park cries out towards her.
"Well?" She asks again as her voice grew louder.
The police officer takes in a deep breath. "You will…die."
A strange expression cross' the young womans face. Park furrows his eye brows in question as he tries to interpret the expression. To him, it looked like deep remorse.
"If only that was possible." Was her reply.
With that she leaped off from the catwalk. Her grey night gown billowed around her as she dropped down towards the waters below.
She heard the cry of the police man as he watched her jump. But that didn't matter now. The water was coming up fast, and she knew she would soon be…well, close to what she wanted to achieve.
She was facing the waters below, her arms held out on either side of her; like she was flying.
The wind howled all around her as she plummeted, but she showed not an ounce of fear.
As the waters came up, she uttered one sentence into the night. Knowing that no one will hear her, but it was more to her then anything else.
"Save me from the nothing I've become." This is what she whispered out as her body made contact with the waters below.
Logans POV
Many miles away, in Westchester NY to be exact, at Xaviers School for the Gifted; one man cries out in anguish a name that he quickly forgets the minute he wakes up.
He quickly rises from the bed, his bare chest glistening with sweat.
With a shaking hand, Logan wipes sweat off from his face at the same time trying to calm down his racing heart.
The dream was so real. The woman…she seemed…familiar. And when she jumped…he just wanted to dive in after her…to catch her…to save her…
With a ruff shake up his head, Logan whips off the sticky sheets from his body and turns over to the side of the bed, so that his feet touched the wooden floor. Looking at this clock, he sees it to be 2:00 A.M. With a heavy sigh, he gets up and walks towards the bathroom.
Clicking on the light of the bathroom, Logan shields his eyes from the blinding light. After opening the shower curtains, he takes off the rest of his clothes and enters the shower.
He then turns on the hot water tablet all the way. Immediately he is showered by steaming hot water. The heat of the water burns him, but he shrugs it off; knowing full well that his body will heal quickly enough.
Slowly the images of the dream fade away, only leaving the memory of her. The woman that pulled at him from a memory long lost…
After showering, he grabs for a clean towel from the racks. Rapping it around his waist, he steps out of the shower and out of the bathroom.
Looking at his clock, he is surprised to see that it was 4:00 a.m. He had been in the shower for two hours thinking of his dream.
Thinking that since he was already up, he'll get something to eat in the kitchen. Grabbing for a grey tang top and sweat pants, Logan changes and walks out of the room.
The hallway was a little dark, but his eyes quickly adjusted. Walking down the hall, he passes by the doors leading to the children's rooms. An occasional shush from within told him he wasn't the only one awake.
When he reached the bottom floor, he noticed the T.V. was on in the living room. Walking towards the room he takes a peek inside…but no one was there.
He suddenly heard the sound of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. He slowly entered the kitchen and he had to make a wolfish grin at the sight that beheld him.
Jean Grey was in the kitchen making breakfast. Her red silk robe swishing this way and that whenever she moved around the room. He watched her from the doorway, just enjoying the view he was getting.
It had been six months since he left the school to gain some answers about himself. He didn't find much. But when he came back, he found out that some things have changed.
Of course there were new students with remarkable and a little extreme powers. Rogues new friend Bobby, or iceman as he preferred to be called, had gotten a little close. And even Jean had changed.
She had cut her hair up to ear length, which to Logan's point of view was disappointing. He had always fantasized himself sinking his hands into her long red hair. But even though she now had short hair, his fantasies still kept on coming.
Only one man though seemed to make it incredibly difficult for him to get even an inch closer to Jean. But taking in a quick survey around the room, told Logan that his arrival was no where in sight.
With his hands behind his back, Logan calmly strolls into the kitchen and stops when he was right behind the red head beauty.
Slowly leaning forward, he is surprised that she hasn't noticed him yet.
He had to hold back as he wafted in the sweet fragrance of her; as well as the mixture of pancakes.
"Good morning Jean." Logan slowly purrs behind her ear, he just couldn't help himself.
Jean is startle beyond recognition and gives out a soft shriek, but not enough to wake the school. She was flipping pancakes at the time Logan snuck up behind her. In doing so caused the pancakes to flip too high into the air.
Logan saw this and with one motion brought out his claws, aiming for the pancakes as gravity brought them back down.
One…two…three…four…pancakes landed right onto Logans outstretched claws.
Jean turns around and faces Logan, her hand over her heart as she tries to calm it down. Her thoughts had been else where, and she didn't notice nor felt Logan enter the room.
"Nice catch." Jean states as she watches the pancakes land in a stack on Logans claw.
"Thanks." Logan states with a grin. "You got a plate?"
A little flustered, Jean turns around and opens the cabinet. Pulling out a plate she turns around with the plate in hand.
Logan turns his claw around and lets the four pancakes fall onto the plate.
"I guess I'm having pancakes this morning." Logan states as he takes the plate from Jeans hands. "Thanks love." He says as he does a quick peck of a kiss unto her cheek.
Feeling completely stunned, Jean watches Logan take a seat on a stool that was next to the island in the middle of the kitchen.
She slowly raises her hand up to the place where Logan had kissed her. As her cheeks turned rosy, she quickly turned away to busy herself with making some more pancakes. She had a feeling that some hungry kids would be coming down soon.
With her back towards Logan she strikes up a conversation. "How did you sleep Logan?"
Logan had already finished his second waffle, but had stopped when Jean asked the question.
Suddenly his dream came rushing back into his mind; the feeling of knowing her, and the horror of watching her fall and not being able to do anything about it.
Even her last words before her life ended haunted his soul like an omen.
Jean, thinking that Logan was taking too long to answer, turned around to face him.
Logan was looking straight ahead, but his eyes looked like they were far away. Jean slowing walks towards him, and stops when she is right next to him.
"Logan?" She asks. But he doesn't seem to notice that she is right there. He seemed to be deep in thought.
Then something caught Jeans eyes. Logan's finger was on the plate, swirling around repeatedly on the syrup. Leaning closer, she sees that his finger was making a cross on the plate…and then at the very top of the cross an oval circle. He would then move over the design again.
"Logan!" Jean says again, but loudly enough to wake Logan from his trance.
"What?" Logan states in a fluster. He had no idea what he had been doing. All he was thinking about was of this dream.
"Is everything alright?" Jean asks as she places a hand onto his shoulder.
Logan looks up towards Jean, complete confusion in his eyes.
"What is that?" Jean asks as she points towards the design that Logan did on the plate.
Looking down at his plate, Logan leans closer to look at it. He had no idea what that was, but one thing was sure. What ever that sign was, was some how connected to his dream.
Suddenly the T.V. broadcast, that was before showing some rerun, was interrupted by a news bulletin.
"We are live from The Golden Gate Bridge at San Francisco. When only four hours ago a young woman committed suicide by jumping off of the bridge." A blond news reporter stated as the camera zoomed unto the bridge in the background.
Logan practically jumped out of his seat, starting Jean, and ran towards the living room where he kneeled in front of the T.V. (the way a child would) and turned up the volume.
Jean, completely not getting why Logan was acting like this, too walked towards the living room and sat down on the couch.
"We are now speaking with Police Officer Park." The camera then turns towards this completely shocked police officer that looked no more then thirty.
"Tell me Mr. Park, in your own words, what happened at the Bridge?" The reporter asks as she presents the micro phone towards the officers' mouth.
"Well…I was doing the night shift…" He stops too take a breath. "…when I noticed someone walking up the tight ropes towards the top of the Bridge." He sated.
"I followed the person, but I couldn't see who it was…all you saw was a shadow." He stops and wipes his brow with a handkerchief.
"He definitely isn't use to all of this. It must have broken him to watch the woman jump." Jean thought to herself.
"Please continue." The reporter asks.
The man nods his head and begins again. "When I made it to the top, I…at first didn't see anyone. But when I turned towards the side, I saw someone holding onto the cables as the person leaned forward."
"I yelled out not for her to stop. The person slowly turned around to face me…and that's when I noticed that it was a young woman. She didn't look older then maybe fifteen." The young officer stated with remorse.
"The way she looked at me will always stay with me. Her eyes were the color black, but they looked soulless. Like every thread of hope in her life was gone."
Logan leaned closer towards the screen. He seemed to be completely glued to what was going on.
But what Jean didn't know was that a hurricane of alien images was passing through Logans mind. Images that didn't make sense, but were all somehow connected to what was going on at that moment.
"Then she asked me for my name. I gave it to her…then she asked me a much unexpected question." A brief pause as the officer remembers the question. "She asked what would happen to her when she jumped from the Bridge. At first I didn't answer her, and then she made a lunge forwards so that I yelled at her not to jump. She repeated the question like it was important."
"So I told her the truth…that she was going to die…if she jumped." Then the officer turned from the camera to look back towards the Bridge.
"Then she said some thing that didn't make any sense." He said quietly.
"What?" The reporter asks anxiously.
The officer slowly turned around to face the camera. "She said if only that was possible." The officers eyes where wide in wonder as he stared back towards the Bridge.
"She then…leaped off from the Bridge." He said in barely above a whisper.
The reporter then turns back towards the camera. "We still have not found out the identity of the girl. But what we do know is that she was wearing a grey tight gown during the scene."
"If you have any news as too who the young woman was, please call The Department of Police with this number."
A number suddenly appeared below the screen. Jean, thinking that Logan might know something she didn't, wrote down the number on a napkin that she was holding.
Then she heard Logan whisper something. "What?" Jean asks as she leans down towards Logan.
Logan had his eyes fixed on the screen, even though he wasn't watching it anymore.
"It was not a dream. I was actually seeing her...and I…I think…I knew her." Logan thought to himself in unbelief.
"Logan, what wrong?" Jean asks with worry. It wasn't natural for Logan to act this way.
Then a name flashed into Logans mind. It was the very name that he had cried out when he had awoken that morning.
"Ankh."
"What?" Jean asked again.
"Her name; thatis her name…Ankh." Logan stated.
I've been thinking about this fic for months. And I just couldn't stand it any longer. I'm still writing my other fics…but this one has been calling for me to write it and post it.
If you like it…review…if you hate it…guess what…REVIEW!
