Okay, you'll finally get to see what happens between Logan and Jean. Caution: Tearjerker, and "aawwww" moments!! And it switches POV a lot.
Logan was still lying on the bed in his cell. He hadn't moved since he got there.
I was a monster. Jean's going to be with a monster. The X-Men had been with a monster. I am the perfect animal. I'm the perfect monster. God, why can't I just end this now? Is this price I have to pay for what I have done?
The iron door opened. He didn't look up. He knew who it was before they walked in by their smell and by past knowledge. It was Dagger and Jean.
"Logan? Logan, what happened? Are you okay?" she said as she ran over beside his bed.
"I'll leave you two alone," Dagger said as he closed the door behind him.
"Logan, look at me. What happened?"
He stayed silent. How could I tell her what happened? What he had done? She would never understand.
"Logan, what ever happened, you can tell me," she said.
I hate it when she reads my mind.
He turned and looked at her. She looked beautiful
He was lying on the bed in the dark corner of the room. She called out to him, but he made no response. What's wrong with him? After getting through the brainwashing serum, I thought he'd be glad to see me. Something's wrong.
She ran over to him, and tried to get inside his head. She knew that he would have his barriers up, but the most she could get out at all was the thought /She would never understand/ Sorry, I know you hate it when I read your mind.
He looked at her. He was so pale, like he had just seen a ghost. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked haggard. My God Logan, it looks like you've been through hell and back.
"Hey, Jean," he said.
"Hey, Logan," she said back.
They sat there gazing at each other. Neither knew what to say or do. They stayed there until Jean broke the silence.
"What happened to you?"
He knew she was going to ask that. How could he explain what had happened. Yea, I'll just say "Jean, I'm a murderer," am she'll understand.
"I . . . I" he stammered. Get a hold of yourself. You need to be strong. For her.
There he goes again thinking that I'm the one needing saved when it's actually him.
"Logan, just tell me. I trust you. I know you. Whatever it is, I'll be here."
"You don't understand," he said. He turned away from her.
What had they done to you?
"I can't understand if you don't tell me."
"Jean . . . Oh, god, Jean . . .I . . ." he choked. He looked distraught and on the brink of either insanity of pain or sadness. Maybe both. She didn't know what to say so she sat on the bed with him. She reached over and held him
Her embrace was intoxicating. She held him like a mother would for her son. He'd never felt this before. He tried to keep his composure, but all the pain seemed to let go when she did that. He couldn't help, but cry. He cried in her arms. He let his mind open up. He didn't want to keep it hidden like he had for so many years
"Shhh, It's okay, Logan. You're okay. I'm here," she said softly.
She felt the barriers in his head begin to loosen. Then, the memories washed over her like the waters of Alkali Lake had. She saw what seemed like a dead couple, then a small young kid, Stryker, hanging men. Then the things she saw before, the green bubbles, pain, monsters cutting into him.
"They ain't the monsters," he mumbled.
"Yes, they are."
"Jean-"
He knew what he had to tell her. He also knew that she could see his thoughts.
"Jean," he began, "I'm the one that did those things. I killed them."
"What?"
He sat up. He looked into her eyes and could see confusion and pity.
"When I worked for Stryker I was his assassin. I killed this one family by making them slit each other's throats. They had a son," She started to get up. She stared in horror. He continued. "That boy, I trained to be like me. He, he's Dagger. I'm sorry."
No, that has to be wrong. Logan wouldn't do that. She couldn't believe that.
"Jean, please. I . . .can't, we need to get out of here. Scott and Ororo are here too."
"What?"
"I know you probably don't trust me because of that, but please, let me at least get all of you out of here."
"You killed those people?" His heart ached. He wanted to just die and not be, well, him. He couldn't stand that look on her face.
"Yes," he said softly.
"Were you under Stryker's control?"
"No. It's not like I'm proud of it."
"You should be Wolverine," Dagger was standing at the door, "time's up. Let's go Phoenix."
"My name is Jean Grey and I want to see my fiancé Scott."
"Come with me."
"Jean, I don't want to loose you again." Logan said while grabbing onto her arm, "he's not going to do take you to Scott."
"How do you know? Did you teach him that?" That really hurt. He let go of her and watched her leave.
It shocked her that he could actually harm an innocent person. She thought she knew him. She even thought she loved him, but now . . .she had to leave. I'm sorry Logan, but if you were a murderer how am I suppose to trust you? What about this Dagger guy? I think he has a thing for me. Well, he did learn from Logan. What am I suppose to do?
She walked towards the door. She turned back and saw that Logan had turned his back and lay down on the bed. I'm sorry. She turned to go out the door, but sent him a message. /I'll be back so we can get out, but when we do I want to hear the whole story. We'll decide what happens after that. /
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