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Title: Blow after Blow

By: Nianna

Summary: What happens when you lose all your loved ones? Logan is soon to find out

Note: 2 days after Alkali Lake, where Jean died...and others were hurt!

Chapter One

A yell ripped through the silence of the school. Soon, the sound of pounding feet was too heard. Ororo was the first one to arrive at the door, from where the yell had been heard. She instantly opened the door, and saw Logan, kneeling on the floor, with a limp Marie in his arms.
"Logan..." She said, not sure of what to say, or to how Logan would react.
Logan's head whipped around, his eyes full of tears. "She's..." Logan whispered.
Seeing Logan like this, scared Ororo. Everyone knew in the school how Logan never showed his emotions, how he felt that he would be shown as weak if he ever cried.
Ororo stepped aside as the Professor came behind her. "Logan...my office?" He said telepathically, and Logan numbly stood up and followed him to his office. Not even having the will to fight back. Ororo went straight to Marie. She knew what she would find, but she had to check just in case. She gently checked Marie's pulse...but there was none. Tears filled her eyes and she looked up at the ceiling, trying to swallow the lump that had suddenly come in her throat.

Xavier's office was silent. A teary Logan in one corner, his head bent, a sight no-one had seen before, and the Professor behind his desk. "Logan?" He said tentatively. Logan did not even look up.
Xavier sighed... Even he didn't know how this would affect Logan. No-one had even yet got over the death of Jean... especially Scott and Logan. Now Logan had lost the only other person he had ever loved. Blow after blow. Xavier dared not even try to probe inside Logan's head. For one, he knew Logan hated it, but also, he didn't know what he would find.

Ororo knocked on the door of Scott's and what was previously Jean's room. She slowly opened it, and looked in. "Scott...something's happened" She said quietly.
Scott sat up from where he had been lying. "What is it now?" He sighed, closing his eyes, and slipping his fingers underneath his glasses, to gently rub his eyes. He had been trying to sleep, but none had come… the image of Jean being swallowed by the water was imprinted on the back of his eyelids… or that was at least how it felt like.
"Rogue...she's...she's dead" Ororo managed to choke out, and stepped into the room, silently closing the door behind her, not wanting any passing student to see her like this, and wonder what was going on
Scott gazed down at the floor, his face paling slightly. Why did things like this always happen to Logan! Hadn't that man had enough from life already? Sure, Scott didn't paticuarly like the guy, but from what he had heard, Logan had had a bad life… of what he could remember. Scott stood up and went over to Ororo, and embraced her, not saying anything. Ororo wept into his shoulder, surrendering herself to his warm embrace.

Logan stood up suddenly. "I need to go" He growled, and walked out of the room. "Remember, you are always welcome here." The Professors voice drifted into his head "We will always be here for you"
Logan made his way down to his motorbike. Well, Logan classed it as his own, but Scott still seemed to think it was his. He ran his fingers along the seat, remembering how he had brought Rogue for many rides on it. How he wished he could feel her arms around his waist, for even just one more time. Logan quickly started the motorbike up, revved it and shot off down the drive.

Scott looked up as he heard the sound of the motorbike. "Logan's gone" He whispered, and Ororo and him made their way to the window, which looked out over the driveway to the school. Ororo placed her hand on the window, both adults watching the motorbike leave. She bent her head "Life is not fair" She whispered.

Logan drove so fast...so fast, trying so hard to get away from everything. He pulled over to the side of the road, and got off the motorbike, in the middle of the countryside. And he sat, and wept. Wept by the side of the road, where no-one could look at him with pitying eyes, or not try to talk to him. A car pulled up by him, but he covered his face, still crying. He didn't recognise the smell of the car as one from the mansion, so there was no reason to look up … until a familiar voice came to him

"Ah, so you are not so much of an animal as I thought, Wolverine."

It was Magneto.