Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel nor any part of this story and as usual, I very seldom condone violence, it just makes for ... GOOD READING...ber der na nat ma nal na na da da.
Good morrow again fine reader, as you may or may not know, I am The Bud and the pleasure of meeting you, at least through works of word is hopefully mutual. I hope you all found part one to your liking, here is part two, enthrall.
Time to Take the Time.
"Jeannie?" A half asleep Logan whispers in his new wife's ear. "You awake"
"No." She murmurs. "I have a photo shoot in the morning. What is it my love"
"I.. I was jus' thinking about when I fell in love with you." He sighs. " That night in the garden, when we first met true, that's when I knew my life wouldn't do without you. I think though every day I fall in love with you for a different reason"
"Logan, are you o.k.?" Jean says as she is now suddenly awake. "You don't say that unless you're worried, Or something is wrong." She breathes. "This is about Scott?" "You saw what he did, why we had to move, both him and Emma blame you for coming back. I just think he might..." He can't finish; maybe if he doesn't say it, it can't happen.
"Logan, I know you and how worried over nothing you can get." She continues. "But Scott isn't going to try to harm me. I know I don't have my powers because the return home took so much out of me and it could be months before they return." She adds coyly" Besides, I have a big strong man to protect me"
"That's true, c'mere you!" Logan purrs as he holds his wife tightly.
Scott Summers has been missing for a month. After beating his daughter, Meg and his wife Emma, he ran. He felt like he was going crazy. His ex had returned to marry his biggest rival for her affections, but he lost her years ago. He cheated, she left and now he sees another man enjoy all that Scott himself had ever wanted. She would have died for him, She knew everything that made Scott himself and had saved him from himself too many times to know. Now? She's truly gone and he wants her to truly pay. He feels abandoned, an outcast, disgraced just because he wanted her back and she said no. He will have her, even if just for a night. Logan goes to visit an old friend soon, every year he goes fishing with James Hudson for a few days. Jean will be alone, helpless, and powerless. The way he's always wanted her. She's not allowed on the School grounds so no one to help her ither. "I'll have you back, I'll get you back and you'll pay for ruining everything I've worked for"
Two Weeks Later "I'll be back in a few days, Jeannie." Logan says as he looks worried at his wife. "James ain't been the same since Heather passed on, I think these trips do him good. Beast will come to see about you"
"Stop it with the worrying already, You've been like these since I said "yes." Besides, I'll just have some of that wine you don't like, read that book you can't stand and have a bath in those bubbles that drive you wild and think of you the whole time" Jean said as she pecks his nose.
"I hate that you're taller than me." Logan Jokes.
"So grow, Stumpy. "Jean teases . "I'll see you Monday"
Logan parts for Canada with a long kiss, still looking behind him. Not wanting to go, but he knows she understands. Jean and the woods don't mix, she has to have a real bathroom, not like thousands of acres of woods don't count. James also, seems unable to be around women after Heather died. Last year, Logan missed this trip, and James nearly managed to take his own life. No one knows for sure why, can you ever know why someone does such a thing? Sure, that person can tell you, but it never makes sense. Depression is like a big, black bag filled with oil, there might be a small light on the top eventually, you've fought too hard to reach that light and sometimes give up, Nothing, not even death or God matters. That's what happened to James, that's what could of happened to Logan without Jean. This is their first real night apart, and as a nervous newly wed he thinks he shouldn't go. Tradition and obligation or not, but he does, taking heed to Jeans protest of his being over cautious.

A man who rides a motorcycle, used to living life on a whim and drinks way too much should never be called "over cautious" but she does that too him. He wants to protect her and see her happy and would have given anything to have had her come with him.
She, Jean Grey, does as she said she would and maybe enjoyed that wine a little too much but all is well. Her bath went good, she's too tipsy to read, so she watches Saturday night T.V. in her bathrobe and hair towel, there is a knock at the door and expecting it to be Beast or Rogue, Jean opens the door to see a flash of crimson and then nothing. She feels the fist break her cute little nose and her clothes shredded away from her lithe, wet body and then nothing, her mind goes blank, a failsafe you see, one that all good or better telepaths possess

I don't need to describe what happens here. Not unless you're a sadist, and if that's true, try another story, Just know that that one moment, a woman no longer feels as though she is a woman, just a sack of meat, worthless, some still fight, but remember the bag of oil? This one has no hole for light, no air, just thick, sticky, darkness. Maybe you hear a sound or two, but no one recognizes their own screaming.

That is the sound Logan hears as he stops his bike as his soul shreds much as Jean Grey's clothes and he turns to race home.

Somewhere in the world, Mr. Sinister laughs.