Changes Sequel – I. Darkness Part 6
Everything was dark and cold… So dark that even the heavy breath which echoed through the room wasn't reflected. Still it definitely felt like freezing…
Hearing the strong pants when a door opened, briefly flooding the room with blinding light, it had even more of a nightmare. Fear could be felt everywhere… Deep inside, it caused shaking, outside it made one back off when the room was suddenly pitch black again…
A racing heart, beating in every part of the body, when silver metal came into view in the darkness of the room. Being, as strangely as it was, the only thing that could be seen… Sweat running down cold skin when a silver hand reached out for it, while shining eyes looked down; obviously very joyful. Pleased to see whatever those eyes saw, a sign was given. Feeling hands making a rough grab, a loud frightened scream soon filled the room…
Shrieking while cold sweat ran down her face, Lily looked around completely disturbed. Hearing her heart hammering in her ears, she realized after what seemed to be an eternity to her that she was in her room and in her bed. Breathing heavily, while she quivered in fear, she pulled wet strands out of her face; still looking around panicky. From what she could feel the sheet was damp and laid half on the ground. She knew she must have battled against someone… Hearing the even breath of her brother, it didn't take long before she jumped out of her bed…
Laying bed with a pillow close to her body, Jean was deeply asleep at night. For the first time in days now, she had a dreamless night so far and could allow her body to rest a bit from the exertion. For days she felt nothing but fatigue getting more and more control over her body. Turning around in sleep and clinging tighter to the pillow in her hands, she didn't hear that the door was opened roughly and Lily entered crying heavily. Jumping on the bed being completely scared, the girl clung to her mother shaking heavily. "Mommy!"
Startling because of the unexpected interruption, Jean sat up a bit, feeling her heart racing in her chest because of the shock. Confused, she looked around until she finally realized what was wrong. Seeing her daughter in the dark, the dizziness was immediately pushed aside and she laid a hand on the girl's back panicky and put the light on.
"Honey, what's wrong? What happened?" Expecting the worst when she heard the heavy sobs of her daughter, who didn't stop and only clung to her tighter, she finally pulled her up onto her lap. Resting against the head of the bed with her back, Jean held her tight and began to stroke over Lily's back soothingly. "Lily, it's okay…," she told her calmly, but still heavily worried. "Tell me what's wrong…" Touching the girl's chin gently, she made her look at herm while the girl pulled a face sobbing even harder. Confused, Jean watched her closely, not daring to read her mind and began to stroke her cheeks gently. "Did you dream again?"
Lily nodded still sobbing and ran a hand through her face. Coughing briefly, she still felt the coldness covering her all over.
"What was it about, honey? Just tell me," Jean said soothingly and met the wet hazel eyes in front of her. Clearly worried, she still tried to hide her fear within. Thinking about her conversation with Ororo the day before, she still had her own theories and fears on her kids' abilities.
"He hurt him…," the girl finally said, controlling another sob with a deep breath.
"Who?" her mother asked confused and frowned a bit; wondering what had frightened her daughter so much.
"The silver man…," Lily said again and looked at her opposite with an expression this one had never seen before on the child's face. "He hurt him…"
"Silver man?" Jean asked not knowing what to think about it and shook head a bit. More saying it to herself, her mind was working on if it was only nightmare or meant something again. Lately, she was just too messed up to think straight. Nevertheless, she wanted to know more. "Who did he hurt, baby?"
Clinging to her mother again, the girl's body began to shake once more under heavy sobs, while she buried her face in her neck. "He hurt daddy…"
Feeling how her heart broke in her chest, Jean felt own tears coming up again, which she had successfully dried by falling asleep before. Immediately, she pulled her girl close. "It was only a dream, Lily… It wasn't real!" Jean waited a bit and kept on stroking over Lily's back until she finally heard how the girl slowly calmed down. Kissing her forehead gently, she wiped away the tears. "Wanna sleep here?" she asked her smiling a bit.
Rubbing her eyes tiredly, Lily nodded sniffing and sat down next to her mother. "But I need Kofu…" she said after a while and was about to jump of the bed, when Jean held her back.
"Just lay down. I'll get him for you." Getting up, she made her way to the door. "Wanna have your pillow, too?"
"Yeah…"
"Be right back," Jean told her calmly and walked over to the kids' rooms. Getting into the twins' room first, she looked at Jack, who was still deeply asleep. Noticing that his blanket was on the ground, she carefully tucked him in again, just to give him a kiss on the cheek afterwards. Standing there for a while, Jean stroked through his hair lost in thoughts, thinking about Charles visit on the late afternoon. She hadn't had the nerve to talk to him when he had stand in front of her door. With enough things going on in her mind and a skull breaking headache, which told her just to lie down and get some sleep, she had put off the Professor and promised to come to his office on the next day. She hadn't asked about what he wanted to talk with her. Somehow he already knew…
With one last look on her son, Jean got the pillow and plush-wolf from Lily's bed, before she closed the door behind her again. Cautiously opening the Rachel's door to check on her, too, she heard her girl moving in bed.
"Already time to get up?" the girl asked sleepily and obviously confused.
Surprised about her being up, Jean put the small lamp on. "No… I only wanted to check on you," she replied calmly and came a bit closer. "Can't sleep?"
Sitting up, the girl ran a hand through her face. "No," she said and noticed the things in her mother's hand. "Can I sleep at you, too?"
"Sure. Come on…" Holding the door open, Jean waited for Rachel to grab her pillow and favorite plush-bear, before she switched off the lamp again and walked over to the bedroom once more. Hearing how the door was closed, Lily looked up at them. While Rachel crawled over the bed to lay down on the right side of it, Jean positioned herself in the middle of her daughters; handing Lily her pillow and wolf.
"Thanks," the girl said and laid down again, holding the wolf tight. Jean pulled the blanket and sheets over them again. Bending down to each girl, they exchanged kissed before she switched off the light in this room, too. "Night, mommy."
"Sleep well," Jean replied calmly and tried to get a more comfortable position on the bed.
"You, too," she heard Rachel saying sleepily and smiled slightly.
"And I want you to eat something later, okay?" Jean added seriously.
Lily rolled over to look at her mother in the dark. "Only if you eat again, too," she told her straight ahead with a sound that made clear she wouldn't accept any protests.
"Promise!" her mother replied and stroked over her hair gently.
"Good," Lily said satisfied and snuggled up to her from the left side, while Rachel clung to her mother from the right.
Feeling how the loneliness slowly wore off, Jean closed her eyes and pulled them close; trying to give them the comfort she missed so much. "Love ya," she mumbled sleepily after a while when the exertion hit her once more.
Rachel pulled her legs close before she snuggled up to her even more. "Love ya, too, mommy…"
"Me, too. And don't be so sad because of Jack," Lily said calmly with her eyes close. "He doesn't mean it."
Heaving a deep sigh, Jean nodded a bit. "I know, sweetheart. I know…"
Early next morning when most students already had their classes, Charles Xavier sat in his office behind his desk and waited. What he was about to do was necessary, he knew that. Nevertheless, he was also concerned for the outgoing of the situation. Either he would have to see again what his eyes had already seen on the day before, or he would have to take over a role briefly which belonged to someone else. Whatever it would be, he needed to do it nonetheless. There was no way around it anymore to prevent any further damage… Noticing the familiar mental signature approaching, he had his eyes fixed on the door. It didn't take long and he heard a knock first, before a boy entered after he was told to do so.
"What do you want, grandpa?" Jack asked confused, dressed in black pants and a black sweatshirt, both with the familiar X-sign on it. "I have PE now, you know…"
"I know, Jack," Charles replied and gave him a sign to sit down. "But I need to talk with you and I am pretty sure you already know about what!"
"I don't want to talk about her!"
Seeing how the boy's eyes darken and he crossed his arms, Xavier folded his hands while his arms were on the armrest of his wheelchair. He had never believed this would become easy. He knew where the boy came from, knew that he could become as stubborn as his father and was able to block everyone from his head who tried to sneak around it. Sneaking around wasn't what Charles was about to do. There was no need for it. He knew what was going on in the boy's head. "I know you are angry, Jack," he said calmly and met his gaze. "But your mother has nothing to do with what happened to your father. There's nothing she or anyone else could have done to prevent it!"
Snorting briefly, while his eyes became unusually cold for a boy of his age, Jack looked arrogantly back; carefully watched by his opposite who obviously memorized every change on purpose. "She could have stopped him!"
"So could have I or Ororo…," Charles replied. "It's okay to be angry. It's natural to feel this way after losing someone you love… But blaming your mother for it?" He gave him a stern look and shook his head, while the boy switched his dark eyes to the wall. "Your father meant and still means as much to Jean as he mean to you and your sisters. She's also suffering and you know that, Jack! So why do you make it even harder for her? She is your mother! She loves you and your sisters more than anything else…"
Watching how the boy clenched his fists hard, Jack soon gritted his teeth, too, while tears began to gather in his eyes. "Lily had told her not to let him go!" he cried aloud and looked at Charles angrily again. "She'd told them!"
"No! Lily had only begged him not to leave. No one of us had sensed any danger," Xavier tried to explain it to him calmly, feeling how the boy began to radiate emotions uncontrollably. "Otherwise your mother would have never let your father go. And he wouldn't have left, too." Charles bent forward a bit to have a better look at his opposite, who was shaking heavily under his sobs. "Jack, I'm sure Logan has taught you his sense of what family means, hasn't he?" he asked him calmly and Jack looked down nodding slowly.
"Then do what he would have wanted you to do. We all know how hard it is for all of you! But I know that you love your mother…so stop blaming her for something no one could have prevented from happening…"
Not looking at the grown up, but noticing the pleading undertone, the boy got off his chair. "Can I go?"
Sighing, Charles leant back again. "Yes. I already told Bobby you'd come later."
"Good…" Burying his hands in his pockets, Jack turned around and walked towards the door.
"And please think about my words, will you?" The Professor added quickly before the boy was gone. Only nodding briefly, this one closed the door behind him and left Charles looking at the wooden desk deep in thoughts.
Upstairs in her room, Ororo sat at her small desk and watched TJ and Rachel playing with each other while a large pile of papers laid in front of her. Looking at the watch, she quickly calculated when the twins would have finished their classes for today and also for how long Jean, who had just left her, would probably be in Charles' office downstairs. Not able to concentrate on her work properly, her gaze keeps on switching to the wedding picture on her left and the telephone next to it. Daydreaming for some time, she completely forgot about her surroundings, until she startled when the tower TJ and Rachel had built with some Lego's collapsed all of a sudden. Looking at the watch again, she realized that she had been gone for some minutes and got up. "Come on, sweeties! It's time for your middy nap."
Looking up at her mother, TJ met her blue eyes with her yellow ones. "Mommy, I'm not tired!" she protested and pouted. She always asked herself if it was a mommy's job to destroy fun.
"Come on! You know the rules, TJ!" Ororo said a bit more strictly and gave her a look.
Sighing, her daughter still pulled a face while Rachel got up, taking her plush-bear into her hands. Surprised about it, the grown up looked at her. It was always a miracle to her and the others how Logan and Jean had managed to teach their kids to listen so well. While the twins and Rachel always did as they were told, she and Kurt on the contrary sometimes had to tell TJ five times in a row what they wanted her to do and even then she didn't listen always. Noticing the confused look on her daughter's face, who was watching Rachel surprised, Ororo began to look to and fro between them.
"What are you doing, Ray?" TJ asked her friend and cocked an eyebrow at her.
"If I don't sleep now I have to go earlier to bed," the girl replied simply and made the woman tilt her head thinking. Obviously Jean was working with the same rules and consequences as she was, but still she didn't understand why it wasn't working for her child.
"Model yourself on Ray, honey and be nice," she finally manages to say and TJ groaned when she finally got up still pouting.
"Why do I have to sleep when I'm not tired?" she asked her mother and made her way to her bedroom. "That's so senseless…"
"You have to because your mommy says so. Off ya go!" Following the kids to the bed, she tucked them in and gave each of them a kiss on the forehead. "Sleep well." Closing the curtains, Ororo left the room again and closed the door behind her sighing. She really had to talk to Jean about it… Looking at the mess on the ground, she kneeled down and began to tidy up...
Tiredly, because of her lack of sleep at night, Jean knocked on Charles' door. As promised, she had eaten breakfast with her kids in the morning and was now facing the consequences of not having eaten anything for a few days. Feeling sick since her stomach had already protested enough and had made her practically run to the toilet a few minutes ago, she heard him telling her to come in. Slowly opening the door, she entered.
"You wanted to talk to me?" she asked him weakly and came closer, while his eyes were looking at her worriedly.
"Yes, please sit down." Obeying to him, she suddenly felt a bit better after being able to rest a bit. "You really look tired and sick, Jean," Charles commented her appearance frowning.
"Lily had a nightmare. I couldn't sleep afterwards anymore. And my stomach wasn't so fond of today's breakfast either…," she briefly explained tiredly and ran a hand through her face. "So, why did you want to talk with me? You sounded pretty urgent…"
"Indeed," Charles nodded when he was finally able to stop staring at her pale form. He rested his arms on the desk and looked for the right words, aware that she was watching him with her green eyes briefly before she looked down. "Jean…did you notice anything unusual about Jack lately?"
Looking up at him with widened eyes, she frowned all of a sudden. "Got he angry again?" she asked and felt fear spreading in her chest immediately.
Surprised about her reaction, Charles leant back. "So this happened before?"
Sighing Jean briefly raised her hand. "Depends on what you mean…"
"At dinner yesterday, he threw the plate against the wall and yelled at Bobby and Kitty because they wanted him to eat a bit."
"No…," she sighed and bent forwards to bury her face in her hands. Shaking her head in disbelief, she raised her head a bit. "I'm sorry, really…"
Shaking his head, Charles folded his hands. "It's not your fault, Jean!" he said soothingly. "From your reaction I assume that something like this had happened before? Am I right?"
Leaning back while her head still rested in one hand, Jean took a deep breath. Trying to control her inner turmoil she swallowed hard before she was able to answer at all. "He sometimes practically goes berserk because of nothing… I'm afraid that…that this might announce some early powers…" Despaired she looked at her former mentor for help because she really was at loss here…
"I think it does," he replied bluntly and noticed the change in her eyes. He could practically feel her fear. "Peter has seen how Jack's eyes had blackened briefly. This short violent behavior clearly contained a bit of Wolverine's power in it."
"He's only five…," Jean answered despaired and shook her head in denial. "I've never heard that a mutant developed powers that early before!"
Nodding, her opposite took a deep breath and broke eye contact for a moment. "Thinking about the shock and the heightened stress he is currently going through…it could be possible," he said in his casual calm voice which often managed to make terrible thing look nice again. "Logan and you both have very strong genes, don't forget that. But if we are right…he needs to learn how to control it…" Giving her a stern look, he watched her getting even more despaired.
"But how? Logan taught me how to control a dual personality… But Jack," she shook her head and began to knead her hands nervously. "I can't get through to him!"
"I already talked with him about blaming you earlier today. Jean, Jack loves you. He could never hate you for real!"
"I know…" Jean sighed heavily and massaged her head a bit when the next headache set it. "I just don't know what to do anymore…"
Pausing for a moment to give her time to calm down a bit more, Charles looked out of the window briefly. It was a sunny and warm day today. Seeing how Bobby still held the PE class, he watched how Jack was leaning against the fencing arms crossed and looked towards him. Frowning, Charles narrowed his eyes a bit. Knowing that the twins could see in the dark wasn't new to him. Maybe he was wrong and just imagines it, but he was sure the boy was watching him… "What about Lily and Rachel? Do they show any kind of power, too?" he asked Jean absently and slowly turned around thinking.
"I think Lily might have inherited some kind of power which lets her see things before they happen… Like I saw how the dam would collapse at Alkali Lake," she explained calmly and he nodded in understanding.
"How does it manifest?"
Resting her eyes on her hands when the sickness came over her again, she closed her eyes for a moment. Seeing it again was one thing. Talking about it was what made it even worse… "I dreamed the plane would crash and saw the explosion. Lily has seen it, too, I think."
Charles nodded deep in thoughts, resting one hand on his mouth while the other laid in the armrest. "That would explain why she acted so strangely before they headed to Mexico…"
"I should have listened to her…," he heard her say barely audible and noticed her clenched fists.
"Jean…it's not your fault," he tried to calm her again and shook his head. "I shouldn't have sent them at all."
Sighing and pushing the memories as far back in her head as possible, she ran a hand through her face. "What now?"
"Rachel doesn't show any powers, yet? Not even bits of it?" he asked once more to be completely sure that his theory was right.
"No…," Jean replied and shook her head. Seeing the tensed look on her opposite's face, it made her think. She knew that he possibly had already figured out what to do and what would happen… Nevertheless, she was too tired to push him further, even if she wanted to.
"Well, we already knew that Logan's healing factor is active in the twins' bodies," he finally said after what seemed an eternity to her. "My theory is that the twins most likely inherited the majority of Logan's powers. Jack obviously more than Lily." He paused briefly to give her time to understand what he meant. "Rachel on the contrary…," he went on and gave her a look which made her heart kick into high gear. "Jean, I think it is very likely that she will become a second Phoenix…"
Gasping, the red head rested her head in her hand. Seeing her slowly pulling a face, Charles moved around the desk to embrace her comfortingly. "Can she become as dangerous as me?" he heard her asking barely audible and closed his eyes briefly.
"She has the chance to learn control from the beginning, Jean. Something you never had because of me."
Jean looked up at him with an indefinable look in her eyes. "That doesn't answer my question, Charles!"
Holding her hand while he looked at her sympathetically, he smiled slightly. "Logan once said that every one of us can become a threat in the wrong hands. And I think he's right," he replied calmly. "You know how to control the power, Jean. You can teach her what Logan has taught you…"
She only shook her head and bit her lip crying. "I can't go through all this alone…," she sobbed and clenched her fist again.
"You are not alone, Jean. We're here for you…," Charles said seriously and squeezed her shoulder a bit, not knowing why she thought about her situation like this. She knew that everyone here would do anything to help her. That nothing could change it… Meeting her eyes when she looked up again, crying heavily, he knew suddenly knew what she thought.
"I know, but it's not the same…"
Pulling her close when she began to sob uncontrollably again, pain was clearly mirrored on Charles' face, too. "I know…"
Minutes later, Ororo had finished cleaning up her bedroom and walked over to TJ's room door. Opening the door a bit, she smiled satisfied when she saw that the kids were finally asleep. Cautiously closing the door again, she stretched a bit, before she walked over to her desk again. Staring at the pile of papers she still had to read through, a frustrated sigh left her mouth. Being a teacher was nice and fun… At least as long as you do not have to read through a half tree of homework…
Just as she was about to start with the first one again, Ororo noticed that the lamp on her telephone, which she had changed to silent so that the kids could sleep, was blinking. Taking it into her hand, she hoped that it would be Kurt. She couldn't tell how much she missed him and his voice. How worried she was that something happened to them, too…
"Yeah?" she asked carefully and heard a low buzzing sound which she immediately identified as the engine's of a jet. Feeling her heart hammering in her chest, she narrowed her eyes a bit and pulled the receiver closer when some quick, hollow sounding noises were added to it. As if someone was quickly walking over to the phone. Apparently they had tried to reach her before and had let the telephone ring non stop in hope she would pick up…
"Hey, it's me… Listen…"
After her conversation with the Professor and Charles begging her to lie down and rest, Jean had made her way upstairs to her rooms. Waiting for her stomach to calm down after she had to vomit again a few minutes ago, she was now laying on the right side of the bed and held his pillow tight. There were too many things going on in her mind right now as that she could find some rest. Trying to at least doze for a few minutes, while his still present scent calmed her down a bit, she startled as the bedroom door was torn open suddenly. Seeing stars in front of her eyes for a moment, Jean closed them tightly for a second. Opening them again, she saw how Ororo stood in her room heavily breathing and with widened eyes. It didn't take long and fear began to spread in her chest once more. Slowly sitting up while her heart beat was out of control, she immediately thought that something happened to one of her kids… If so, it would clearly kill her…
"Scott just called," she heard Ororo say with a more than trembling voice, while she had to support herself on the doorframe. "They've found him! Logan's alive…"
The pillow immediately dropped to the ground when Jean's hands became numb. Staring at her opposite through eyes of someone else, she suddenly felt like standing beside the whole scenery and watching it. She saw herself sitting on the bed, not even blinking while the eyes were fixed on the woman at the door, who suddenly came closer and embraced her tightly.
"He's alive! They bring him home, Jean!" Ororo sobbed heartrendingly and her voice broke. "They bring him home…"
Unable to understand what the woman had just told her, Jean saw herself still staring at the door with blank eyes. Her body was completely numb, she didn't feel even the slightest emotion or was able to think at all… "Where are they now?"
Letting go of her, Ororo ran a hand through her face and heaved a deep breath; noticing the state the woman before her was in. "They'll be back in about thirty minutes," she told her calmly and made Jean look at her. "Did you understand what I said, Jean? He's alive!"
Suddenly, as if hit by a lightning bolt, Jean jumped off the bed and ran as quickly as she could to the next elevator; making her way down to the hangar.
The next thirty minutes were the longest in her life. Impatiently and still not able to realize it, she began to pace non stop and waited for the jet to arrive. Next to her stood Ororo, who was looking through the secured window and waited for the basketball field to open finally, while the Professor had his arms folded in front of his face and stared at the ground tensed. He couldn't believe their luck… He just couldn't believe the big turn which would change a lot of things for the better. Hearing a mechanic noise, he looked up, seeing how Jean has stopped her pacing and was staring deeply scared through the window, while Ororo tried to get a better look.
Suddenly, the basketball field opened and they could hear the jet's engine from afar. Counting down in his head how long it took to bring the jet into the correct position to land, he soon felt the room vibrating because of the wing's power.
Shaking all over uncontrollably, while her heart was more than close to break her chest, Jean wrapped her arms around her waist tightly and looked through the window. Not realizing that also Ororo had stepped closer, she had her emerald eyes fixed on the turning jet and watched how it finally landed. As soon as the hatch opened, Ororo pushed a button and the thick door moved aside. Nervously, she entered the room, while Jean followed her very slowly. Giving the red head a short glance, she suddenly became worried. Only knowing that he was alive, she had forgotten to ask Scott in what state Logan was in. Hearing him telling her the news, the only thing she remembered was the receiver dropping to the ground and her staring into emptiness for quiet some time, before she had turned and run out of the room… She only hoped that he was fine…
Seeing how Cyclops appeared first, followed by Nightcrawler, Ororo couldn't hold back anymore and ran down the stairs towards her husband. Hugging him tightly and kissing him, she buried her face on his neck crying. Closing his eyes, Kurt pulled her close and whispered soothing words into her ears, while he rocked her back and forth.
Shaking even heavier, Jean swallowed hard when Beast came into view with two body bags over his shoulder. But no one followed… Biting her lip hard, she held back a sob as suddenly Logan appeared, dressed in black pants and a grey sweatshirt. Jean immediately closed her eyes tightly and fell back against the wall. Covering her mouth with a hand she clearly had trouble to support herself. Her emotions were completely out of control right now. Overwhelming her like a huge wave, she wasn't far of breaking down. Still, she didn't believe this was real… She was convinced that it was one of her dreams at night again, that she had fallen asleep on the bed and would wake up soon; being alone again after taking him into her arms in her dream world. Staring on the shining ground, tears ran down her face uncontrollably. It couldn't be real, was all she could think of right now…
The other made her way up the stairs, while Logan followed slowly behind. With his eyes on the ground and his hands in his pockets, he didn't take notice of Ororo, who embraced him tightly and sobbed heavily. Passing Jean, Scott stopped briefly and laid a hand on her shaking shoulder. Smiling at her, he squeezed it tightly, but she didn't even notice it. Heavily breathing and close to fading, her eyes were fixed on the man who stopped in front of her. Not able to move, her green eyes were locked on his hazel ones, when she finally managed to reach out with a shaking hand and touch his chest. Realizing after an eternity that it was solid and didn't disappear as in her dreams, Jean began to cry aloud and clung to Logan as if she was about to drown. Pulling her close, he fixed his eyes to the ground again.
"Please tell me you're real…," she sobbed heavily and cried her eyes out for a while, before she cupped his face gently. Looking at him, Jean felt her knees getting weak and was glad that he held her tight. Bending forward she kissed him tenderly and buried her face on his neck. "God, I thought I lost you…" Clinging to him again, she closed her eyes when the past days hit her hard. Trying to calm down, while the others watched them sadly, she heaved a deep sigh. She knew she would need days to realize that he was really here. That she would go to bed and wake up on the next morning with him on her side again…
"Logan," Charles suddenly said with a voice that was sick of his inner turmoil. "It's so good to see you again," he said relived and met the man's eyes. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Logan only replied and pulled Jean with him when he followed the others.
Standing at the elevator, Charles looked at them still trying to catch himself. "Get some rest. You both need it. Don't worry about the kids, we watch over them," he said and looked to and fro between them. "We talk when both of you have finally gotten enough sleep."
Logan only nodded and disappeared with Jean in the elevator. Waiting until the doors where closed, Scott stepped forward a bit, facing Charles. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he tilted his head a bit. "See? That's what I meant earlier…"
"What?" Ororo asked confused and raised her head a bit which she had rested on Kurt's shoulder so far.
"Scott, we don't know what happened to them. What Logan had been through…," the Professor replied calmly and gave his former student a look. "We have to wait! Give him time to arrive back home completely and then he can tell us what happened."
"We already asked him," Hank said and leant against the wall. "He said he doesn't remember. Besides this he hasn't said one word the whole time through. Only he was fine and that he can't remember anything…"
Charles frowned and thought about it briefly. Finally, he shook his head. "We have to wait and see."
Sighing, Scott turned and made his way to the changing stall. Burying his hands in his pockets, while the others watched him, he shook his head. "I don't know, Charles," he said and his voice echoed through the corridor. "He's weird…"
On their way back to their rooms, Jean kept on looking at Logan from aside, while she clung to his arm tightly. Afraid that everything was a dream if she let go, she finally did to open the door. Watching him keeping on walking further down the corridor, she had to frown. "Hey…where are you going?"
Immediately stopping, Logan turned and looked rather confused at her. Noticing that she was obviously waiting for him, he finally followed her up the staircase to the upper level of their home. Reaching it, his hazel eyes only briefly looked around the living room, before he saw that the bedroom door stood open. Still with his hands in his pockets, he began to walk over to it, while Jean followed him. Shortly after the door was closed, she wrapped her arms around him from behind and leant against him; beginning to cry heavily again.
Just standing there for an eternity, she kept on crying when the pressure and weight, she had to carry for days and which had made her brake down every night again, finally left her shoulders. She couldn't tell him how happy, relieved and completely overwhelmed she was right now. Still leaning against him, Logan only stood there and looked to the ground. Raising her head, Jean slowly turned him around and looked deep into his eyes, while her face was tearful. Smiling and biting her lip at the same time, she gently stroked over his cheek; looking at him as if she hasn't seen him in an eternity. Tears still ran down her cheeks, when Jean pulled him down into a tender kiss, before she buried her face on his neck; heaving a deep sigh.
She just didn't know what to say… Everything was just too much to her as that she could cope with it right now. Suddenly, he stepped back and caused her to look at him in confusion. She'd noticed that he behaved strangely the whole time through. That something was either bothering him or that he was lost in thoughts…
"Logan…," Jean said barely audible and watched him slowly pulling his clothes off while he didn't turn around. She swallowed hard and wiped away her tears, but new ones immediately followed. "Honey,…please talk to me…," she added sounding despaired.
Logan laid down on the left side of the bed and closed his eyes without looking at her once. "Just let me sleep, okay?"
Offended, but also deeply worried by the sound of his chilly voice, Jean stood in the middle of the room and looked at him. Not knowing what to do, she closed the curtains cautiously and began to undress herself quietly. Laying down on his side of the bed, she noticed that he was already fast asleep. Cuddling up to him from behind, Jean closed her eyes tightly and silently cried herself into sleep…
Okay, after typing up for 4 hours now, here is part 6. Thanks for all your reviews: )
This chapter here consists of single scenes I had already pre-written. I worked on it yesterday and put it into an order, so that I only had to type it today. Hope you like it! Thanks for your support again! And please let me know what you think. You know that it is always important to me! ; ) Hope you had fun! See ya! And nope, this chapter is NOT why you'll hate me. But keep in mind: Every smallest hint, no matter what it is, makes sense! ; )