A/N: Very short chapter but a longer one follows and soon, I promise.
CHAPTER 64 – Not Fair
It should have been raining outside. The skies should have been clouded with gray clouds and shedding their grief through endless downpours of tears. It shouldn't have been sunny and bright out. The sky shouldn't have been a clear blue with a few scattered whispy white clouds splattered here and there. But it was. And it wasn't fair. Nothing seemed fair to Jean anymore. Not the weather, not the fact she was alive, not the results of each and every test she underwent to help Tristian, nothing. Not even the truth of what was to come.
She stood by the window in the hall now, watching the birds whisper in the trees to one another, as if sharing the secret she and the others knew. It wasn't fair. It never would be.
"Jean…" she turned to the voice and saw Logan standing there, hands tucked in his pockets as he stared awkwardly at the ground glancing at her every now and then from above his eyebrows but never really moving his head. He cleared his throat. "I…uh…I'm sorry."
She nodded her head. She never knew how to respond to such a statement either. "I know…it'll be okay." She didn't even buy her own words, they just tumbled from her lips robotically.
"After awhile it will…maybe," he scratched the back of his head. "I never knew Tristian well…I wouldn't know what to say to him so I'm not even going to…" he trailed off and shook his head letting out a loud puff of air. "I'm not good at this crap. I know you liked him…a lot. Scott knows that too which is why he's not gonna come barreling up here to say anything…now that I think about it I should have done that too. But I thought you could use the support since he was your friend and…and he gave you back to us."
Jean closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly, face still turned to the window. It should have been her. She should have been the one dead and dying. But, as Logan said, he gave her back.
"Thank you," she said opening her eyes to look at him with a soft smile. "I appreciate it, Logan."
He nodded his head and glanced down the hall to where she was destined to go. With a moments hesitation he turned to her and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Jean was shocked at first and wanted to pull away at first reaction, until she realized she needed a hug, and it didn't matter from who, as long as she had one, just someone to melt into and hold for a moment.
She pulled away first, keeping her eyes on the ground and not at Logan's. The last thing she needed was to have the toss up between Scott and Logan back in her court. She couldn't handle any more emotion than was already in her court, and what she had was too much.
He took the unspoken note and gave her shoulder a final rub before turning on his heels and walking back the way he had came, down the other hall. Jean listened to his footsteps echo before they disappeared behind the sliding of the elevator door. Once there was nothing but silence, once she could hear nothing but her own heartbeat, she held her head up and walked down the hall, towards Tristian's room.