Author's note: Now I know what I've forgotten in the last chapter. I promised to explain how you could have figured out that Logan wasn't really Logan… BLUSH I write it at the end of this chapter, guys! Sorry for that!!! CORRECTED VERSION (Nov, 16th)!
Changes Sequel – I. Darkness Part 12
Nearly a week had past without any changes. While their wounds slowly healed, the X-Men made shifts so that always one was watching over Logan in the cell, who by now was surprisingly calm. Jean on the contrary was far away from it. Not only had she trouble to really understand what was going on or happened, she also had to make up a story after her children asked where their father was. Telling them that he was busy currently and had to work a lot, she had to endure the suspicious looks her son gave her. She knew that he didn't believe her; still she didn't know what else to do. The Professor had called Moira back to the mansion and asked her to do an autopsy on the body of whom they thought for nearly over two months that it was Logan. After she'd arrived and moved into her old room again, the woman had begun to work with Hank's help, who was still limping due to his severe injuries. Together they had analyzed body and blood and even Jean had come down to help them. She desperately wanted to know who the imposter was who had given her hell on earth in the past month.
About to begin with the real autopsy, they gathered around the table with Professor X on their side and pulled the sheet that was covering the dead body away. Preparing herself for a shock again, since it was still Logan's body she would see, Jean clenched her fists to suppress a shudder, just to gasp in the next second.
"What the hell?" Hank said and stared down on the body in front of them. "But this isn't…" Looking at Charles and the others in confusion, his eyes switched to the slim body with the egg-like white head and yellow eyes again that laid in front of them.
"A shapeshifter," Moira concluded and crossed her arms. "I know him. His name is Morph. He was responsible for some attacks on humans in England. About three months ago he suddenly disappeared and no one knew where he was…"
Narrowing her eyes in hate, Jean looked at the body closely. She would remember that face forever, no matter if the mutant was dead now or not. Looking aside when Hank touched her shoulder gently, she saw the sympathy in his eyes. "Well, I know it doesn't help much currently, but…," he began and looked at the body again. "…at least you know that your Logan didn't do all those things to you." Not noticing how she bit her lip when a thought suddenly came to her mind, he crossed his arms. "And we also finally know why this faked-Logan never wanted to go into the Dangerroom or take part in sparring lessons. If he'd gotten hurt, he wouldn't have healed and we'd have found out."
"And we can be sure now that it was all planned," Charles added and moved around the table to have a better look at the body. "He must have been sent to fool us. But I still don't know to which purpose. Or why Logan broke into Cerebro and destroyed nearly half of the basement…"
"Any chance that his state will change soon?" Moira asked him worriedly. She hadn't seen Logan, yet, but heard about what he'd done. Seeing how Charles shook his head, she sighed. "Well, it would have been too good to be true…"
Turning around, Jean made her way to the door again, when Hank stopped her. "Where are you going?"
Giving him a brief look, she stepped through the double door when it opened. "It's my turn to bring him food," she replied.
"Be careful, Jean!" the Professor warned her; knowing that she was lucky the last time where Logan had attacked her. "You know that he's very dangerous now." Only nodding, she left when Hank turned to the man in front of him.
"Anything we can do to get our old grumpy Logan back?" he asked him, but the Professor only folded his hands in front of his face.
"I can't reverse the brainwashing, Hank," he replied and sighed. "We have to wait and see if he regains his memory by himself again."
"But he's up to something," his opposite replied and crossed his arms. "He is too calm. Something's wrong, I'm sure of it!"
"Maybe he's given up?" Moira asked and heard Hank giving a laugh.
"What? Logan and giving up? Never!" he said and shook his head. "That word does exist as little for him as begging or surrender. No, he has a plan. I'm sure of it!" Staring at the floor, he thought about any possibilities that could have come to his friend's mind.
"We can only hope that Jean can reach him somehow," Charles added and made his way to the door. "That's the only thing we can count on. Otherwise I don't know what to do with him…" Looking at each other, Moira and Hank finally began to work on the body in front of them…
Reaching the cell with a tray in her hands, Jean heard the door closing behind her before she carefully and slowly approached the bars. Seeing how Logan sat in a corner, legs pulled close and arms resting on it, she met his piercing gaze. Putting the tray on the ground, she pushed it carefully through the small opening in the bars and noticed that he suddenly smirked. "What?" Jean asked him suspiciously and sat down at the wall opposite the cell; looking at him, while she pulled her legs close. Being used to Wolverine's pitch-black predator eyes, the ones he possessed now truly scared her. The berserker looked merciless and always reflected the ferocious and murderous passions of the Wolverine, but still had this echo of pain and misery in his eyes, which his human part felt during a battle. But now, there was nothing but coldness, hate and a strong lust for blood and death in those complete black eyes.
Chuckling, Logan shook his head; moving his hand a bit which caused the chains to make noises. "You really don't get it, do ya?" he asked her arrogantly. "I'm not eating this shit!"
"It's the stuff you like," she replied calmly, thinking about what to tell him so that she might get through to him. Looking at her watch, she sighed. It would be a long night for her that was for sure. She was thankful that Ororo and Kurt had agreed to take care of her children. "You need to eat. Your healing factor is already doing overwork."
"Oh, really?" he purred darkly.
"The kids and I miss you, Logan," Jean tried her strategy; knowing that the human part loved his family more than anything else. "I mean the real you…"
Chuckling, he shook his head and gave her a devilish smirk. "Why don't you come in here, then? We could make ourselves comfortable in here," Logan said in a low voice and held her gaze. "That way I could slice your throat open, too and stop this fucking chick-talk of yours!"
Sighing, she got up and left the room, just to return with a blanket and pillow afterwards. Suspiciously, he looked at her frowning when she laid both things on the ground at the wall. "What's that gonna be?"
Laying down, she mentally dimmed the light. "What does it look like?"
"You're not gonna sleep here," he growled menacingly and narrowed his eyes.
"Get used to it!" Jean only said and closed her eyes, when he jumped up and threw the tray against the wall.
"Get outta here!" he barked roaring and stopped right in front of the bars. "Piss off!"
Challenging, the redhead sat up a bit. "Why? Am I making it harder for you to keep my husband under control?"
Heaving deep breaths in rage, Logan began to pace in front of the bars, closely watched by Jean who felt how he got more and more stressed. Eying her the whole time through like prey, he gave the tray another harsh kick and sent it flying against the bars. Extracting his claws all of a sudden, Logan began to slash them against the wall in a strong fit of rage and became more and more aggressive. Still, Jean tried to remain calm and concentrated on the bars to hold them together in case he wanted to break through again. "Get.out!" he barked at her and slammed his clawless hands against them.
Despite the dim light, Jean could see his eyes sparkling dangerously. She knew that she was pushing him far over the edge of his patience; still, she hoped that she could help Wolverine or the real Logan to the surface with it. "Remember that you promised Lily to go swimming with all of us before you left?" she said calmly and his growl became louder. "It's already August, so the summer is over soon … And I doubt you want to disappoint them, right?"
"Shut up!" Logan roared and grabbed the bars in a very firm grip.
"And you are going to miss Isa's birthday, too, if you go on like this. Do you want to disappoint her, too? You never forgot the birthday of your godchild before, Logan. And you know how much Isa loves you, don't you?" Jean went on, suppressing the cold shiver he sent through her spines with his look.
"SHUT.UP!" he yelled once more and slashed his claws against the bars furiously. Confused he looked at her, still with a threatening glare, when she suddenly began to cry.
"Do you even know how much I miss you, Logan?" the redhead asked him and wrapped her arms around herself. "Can you even imagine what this imposter did to the kids and me?"
"I'm touched, really," he hissed growling and chuckled. "Do you think I give a shit about it? If you're too weak to fight back, you ain't worth living anyway!"
Coming closer to the bars angrily, Jean faced him with a heated look. "Don't you think I tried? I tried it over and over again and the only thing I could do was push this bastard back a bit," she said aloud under tears. "It was as if…my powers didn't work or were weakened…"
Giving a laugh he smirked at her darkly. "Smart girl…"
"What?" she asked him in confusion, but he didn't answer. Glaring at him, her eyes began to glow fiery for a second. "I want my husband back!" she hissed part in her normal, part in her demonic voice.
Still smirking arrogantly, Logan bent forward; facing her directly. "Then try to get him!" he replied before he had to chuckle. Turning around, he retreated to his corner again and looked at her in amusement when Jean began to pant in anger. Glaring at him hatred, she suddenly stormed out of the room. Sighing, Logan leant his head back, his legs pulled close again while his arms rested on them. Closing his eyes, he felt an invisible presence next to him. "How long do I still have to endure that, huh?" he asked and listened to a voice only he could hear. Smirking, while he put his black cloak around him, Logan's smile became wider. "Good to know that…"
Upstairs, Jean knocked at Ororo's door still crying in anger. Her heart was pounding strongly in her chest. It didn't take long and Kurt opened the door. "Is she here?" she asked him immediately and he frowned at her.
"What happened?" he asked her and took her hand to pull her inside, where Ororo, who already sat on the bed in her nightgown looked up.
"Gosh, Jean. What's wrong?" she asked worriedly, too and sat up immediately when Kurt pushed the redhead gently down. "Why are you not longer downstairs?"
"Are the kids sleeping?" Jean asked instead and Kurt nodded before he sat down next to her. Reaching out to them mentally, she made sure that they were really deeply asleep, before she allowed herself to sob heavily.
Exchanging looks with her husband, Ororo gave him a sign and he nodded; pulling a shirt over his head, Kurt left the room. Quickly, the weather witch had taken her best friend into her arms and tried to soothe her. "What happened? Did he hurt you?" Afraid she made Jean look at her and looked for any bruises.
"Not physically," the redhead sobbed and shook her head. "God, 'Ro, I can't take this anymore! He doesn't even react to the children when I talk to him… I don't know what to do…" Burying her face in her hands she cried bitterly. Not having any words to soothe her, Ororo laid an arm around her and rocked her slowly back and forth. "I want him back so badly and at the same time it scares me to death…"
Frowning, the white haired woman looked at her from aside stopping her movements instantly "Why? You should be happy when you have your Logan back. It wasn't him who abused and betrayed you…" Hearing her mumble something under her sobs, she made Jean look up. "What did you say?" Seeing the despair and fear in her opposite's eyes, Ororo felt how her heart kicked into high gear all of a sudden. She knew something was wrong. "Jean?" she asked her suspiciously. "What did you just say?" Watching how the red head lowered her head and bit her lip hard, it hit her all of a sudden. "Don't tell me you slept with Scott…" Seeing her nodding guilty and pulling a face just to sob aloud again, Ororo could only ran a hand through her face. "How could you do that?" she demanded to know in lack of understanding. "God, Jean… Why did you do this?"
"I was drunk, 'Ro. I went to a bar with Scott after I caught Logan…the imposter and Emma in the shower while she gave him a blow job," Jean explained, her voice thick with guilt and tears. "Damn it, I…I was shocked. I thought it was him and it hurt so damn much… So, I just drank and… I didn't even remember the night on the next morning before I noticed that I wasn't home…" Running a hand through her face and hair, she shook her head while she had her head lowered. "And if Logan regains his memory… I don't even want to imagine what he will do if he finds out…"
Letting the shocking news sink in, Ororo could only sigh in frustration. "Was Scott drunk, too?" she asked her with a slight trace of anger in her voice.
"I don't know…," her friend replied barely audible. "All I remember is that he drank…two beer of so…"
"I don't believe this!" the weather witch hissed and shook her head. "How can Scott sit next to you and let you drink so much when he sees how bad you actually felt? Is he crazy?" Outraged as she was, she accidentally caused a thunderstorm to come up on the outside. Quickly, she tried to calm her heated emotions again. Heaving a deep but not so calming breath, Ororo finally took Jean's hands into hers. "Look,…Logan loves you. And if you tell him about everything that happened to you, once he's his old self again," she began and looked directly into her sad eyes. "He will forgive you, you know him."
"He will forgive me," Jean corrected her before she broke eye contact and shook her head. "But not Wolverine. You know how pissed off Logan was years ago when Scott kissed me and he smelled him on me."
Recalling the incident in the kitchen Changes Chapter 38, Ororo nodded. "Right…" If smelling another man on her caused him to explode that much she really didn't dare to imagine what would happen if he got to know the truth.
Wrapping her arms around herself again, Jean sighed. "I really don't know what to do…," she said and her friend was about to comfort her as the lights went out all of a sudden.
"What's that?" Ororo gasped and looked at the ceiling. "Power outage?"
Feeling how her inner alarm began to scream at her, Jean jumped up. "Get the others!" she said and made her way to the door in the dark.
"But…," her friend was about to ask, when she realized what the redhead was thinking about. Quickly, she jumped off the bed, too and told the waiting Kurt to watch over the children, when she searched for a flashlight. Noticing that Jean was already gone, she made her way to Scott's door first.
Frightened, Jean reached the cell panting; creating a light with her left hand that helped her to see in the dark. With widened eyes, she looked at the destroyed bars and the empty cell. Letting her mind floating around the mansion, she warned the others before she quickly turned around and headed for the upper levels again; always trying to pick up his brain waves, too, so that she would be alarmed of his presence. Upstairs, Jean followed a loud noise which sounded like a giant whirlwind and ran towards the kitchen. Seeing that the backdoor was open, she quickly made her way to the outside and stopped gasping. From afar she watched how Logan stood in his black Horseman uniform in the garden and stared up at a light which grew bigger and bigger with every second. Not thinking twice, Jean ran towards him as fast as she could; determined to stop whatever was happening. On half way, she saw how a giant astral form of a silvery huge mutant began to project himself above the light and how Logan opened his arms before he began to glow in the same white light. "No!" the red head screamed and held out her hand to stop the summoning, when both mutants turned their heads to her. Stopping next to them panting, Jean still concentrated on blocking the portal. "Logan, no!"
Growling in anger, he extracted his claws ready to fight her when the light around him became stronger and he was lifted in the air. Looking up with fiery eyes, Phoenix gritted her teeth at the huge mutant of whom she thought was Apocalypse. Glaring at each other, she forced her own will to stop the process. "You won't get him back!" she hissed and saw how Apocalypse began to narrow his eyes. Holding one hand up to block the portal, she switched her eyes to the growling Logan next to her who stood with both feet on the ground again. "Logan, please! You have to remember," she begged him despaired and tried to reach out to his mind. "I can't lose you again, honey, so please… Help me!" Crying, she held his gaze while he looked up at the mutant above them. This one strengthened his powers and the portal began to open again. Noticing it, Phoenix gritted her teeth and pushed it back again, hearing a snarl from the astral form. "I won't let this happen, you hear me?" she yelled at him and a corona of pure fire was gathering around her. "You're not getting him back!"
Focusing even more on the light, while Apocalypse fought back, she suddenly noticed that the growling next to her had stopped. Briefly looking aside, Phoenix saw how Logan was staring at a spot in the garden. Realizing what it was, she was forced on her knees by Apocalypse's power. Feeling how her skin began to burn by it and how the force of his attack bit at her, she met the gaze of the confused looking mutant. "We married there, remember?" she asked him despaired and heavily breathing. "And you vowed that you will never leave me, Logan, so please, help me!" sobbing while she fought as hard as she could against her adversary, she suddenly screamed in pain when Apocalypse roared in fury. Falling backwards, she was about to summon her negative, when her eyes widened in shock. Seeing how Apocalypse's white eyes glowed stronger, she stared at her hands gasping when she was forced into the astral form. Immediately, Phoenix figured that he was trying to absorb her. "No!" she screamed and her eyes blackened when she tried to reach out to her destructive powers. Trying to gather a firebird above her, she failed in doing so and felt how her body became cold. Staring at Logan with the same despaired and frightened look she had used on Alcatraz, she pulled a face crying while the roaring of the wind in the portal became stronger. "Save me…," she pleaded and her heart contracted when Logan only stared at her coldly. Realizing that he wouldn't help her, Phoenix stared at the grinning Apocalypse above her.
"He won't help you," he purred in a dark, menacing low voice. "Death knows nothing but hate and destruction. So will you…" Clenching his fists, he tried to get rid of Phoenix's blocks that still protected her. He felt how the light and dark side were both fighting against his attack, but he knew better. Raising his hand above his astral head, he forced his portal toopen again and prepared to absorb her completely.
Widening her eyes, Phoenix shrieked when he began to tear on her shields as she was suddenly thrown down and covered by darkness. Panting and having trouble to breathe, she opened her eyes and stared at Death in shock who was pinning her to the ground. "No…," she said and was about to attack him when he pulled her close and spread his black cloak around her.
"What are you doing, Death?" Apocalypse roared angrily and met the glowing eyes of his Horseman. "I command you to return!" Noticing that his attacks were blocked by the cloak, he narrowed his eyes hatred. "I'm your master! Return to me, NOW!"
"No!" Logan growled and glared at him.
Looking down with a surprised look on his face, the giant mutant in the sky gritted his teeth in realization. "It's impossible!" he roared furious. "No one had ever managed to get free again…"
Raising her head in surprise and confusion, Phoenix stared at Logan, who still held eye contact with Apocalypse. Feeling her power returning to her, she tried to start an attack on the astral form but realized that the cloak blocked it. Still, she couldn't help but stare, while he held her tight. "Everything happens for the first time, bub!" Logan hissed back while he heard his former master snarl.
"You're a fool Wolverine!" Apocalypse gave back. "I can give you power! If you stay with them you'll die the same painful death as they will!"
"So be it!" Logan growled back and held Phoenix tighter when Apocalypse began to roar aloud, just to send a gigantic wave into their direction; sending them backwards crashing into the wall of the mansion. Panting, Logan looked up and heard the loud bang when his adversary disappeared again. Slowly, he began to move; letting go of Phoenix, who he had protected from the impact. "You okay, darlin'?" he asked her softly and met her eyes.
Breathing heavily, Jean looked at him completely messed up from what had happened before. Lowering her head, she shook it and threw herself at him sobbing aloud, while her body shook heavily. "Please tell me it's really you…," she cried and buried her face on his neck.
"For now, yeah," Logan replied and made her look at him. "Are you alright?"
Shaking her head, she bit her lip hard and shed more tears. "No…"
"Are you hurt?" he asked her worriedly and was about to help her on her feet when a door next to them slammed open.
"Get away from her!" Cyclops yelled and before the two mutants could react, Logan crashed into the wall again.
"Scott, no!" Jean yelled shocked and jumped into the way, since her powers were useless as long as Logan wore the cloak.
"Jean, get away from him!" her opposite demanded and was about to strike again, when Logan held his hands up while he got up groaning.
"It's me!" he grunted and rubbed the back of his head.
"Prove it," Cyclops demanded darkly and was ready to strike with the other X-Men behind him.
Glaring at him, Logan didn't move; knowing that his nemesis would immediately attack him when he even blinked. "You're still a dick, Boyscout!" he growled and heard Storm and Beast gasp in relief. "And that hurt, you idiot!" Joining Jean's side again, he noticed the strange scent she radiated but didn't think about it further.
"God, Logan," Storm cried and threw herself at him in her nightgown, while also the others came closer.
Holding her, he cocked an eyebrow at his team that wore still their pajamas or underwear. "If that's the new uniform, I'm outta here!" Wiping away Storm's tears, he was immediately hugged by Jubilee, who was even crying harder.
"You're a goddamn asshole, Wolvie!" the girl sobbed and hit him. "That wasn't a nice thing to do…" Pulling him closer, she closed her eyes for a brief moment. "And your current uniform isn't sexy at all," she added sniffing which made him chuckle.
"Good to have you back, Logan!" Beast said and patted his shoulder. "Do you even know what happened since you left?"
"No, but I know that this was my fault," Logan replied and pointed at his opposite's bandages. "Sorry for that!"
Waving off, Beast gave him a smile. "It wasn't you. But mark my words, boy! You better watch out the next time we train in the Dangerroom! And now take your girl and come back inside. There's a lot to talk about!"
Turning around, Logan was about to take Jean's hand when she backed off. "I'm not gonna hurt you, darlin'," he said in a soft voice and gave her a worried look, but she bit her lip sobbing.
"I'm sorry!" she said and shook her head in despair. "You have to believe me, Logan. I'm sorry…"
"For what?" he asked her in confusion, when she ran off crying aloud. Staring at the spot where shed stood before her strange scent caught his attention again. It was definitely guilt. Not knowing why his blood began to boil, he narrowed his eyes and glared at the others. "What the fuck happened?"
Leaning against the wall with his arms folded in front of his chest in the Professor's office while the adults where gathered around him, Logan had listened to the things they'd told him about what had happened while he was gone for nearly an hour now. And he was pissed. More pissed off than he had ever been as far as he could remember. While Scott stood at the window and looked out, avoiding his gaze completely, Ororo and Hank were looking at him. Even if they'd told him that an imposter had taken his place here, he knew that there was more behind it. With narrowed eyes he gave them a warning look. "Okay, what else happened?" he grunted and noticed how Bobby, Ororo and Colossus looked away. "What are you not telling me?" Now they exchanged glances and that made him even more furious. If he hated something that it was to be lied at. "WHAT happened?" he growled angrily and made the woman startle.
"You know…your doppelganger did some…nasty things…," Ororo began while she fixed her eyes on her hands which she kneaded nervously.
"And?!" Logan asked darkly. "What did he do?"
Sighing, Hank raised a hand briefly and looked for the right words. "Logan,…that guy wasn't really nice to us."
"Especially to Jean," the weather witch added quickly but also carefully.
Feeling his temper slipping through his hands while his blood began to boil even hotter in his veins, Logan heaved deep breaths. "Did he hurt her and the kids?" he asked in a very low voice, but the others didn't reply. They had no idea how to tell him the truth without unleashing his berserker immediately. "Damn it, either you gonna tell me or I'll do some nasty things, too!" he barked aloud.
"He abused her, slept with Emma in front of her eyes, yelled at her…," Ororo began slowly and felt her heart racing with fear in her chest. She knew he could sense what they felt and in which state they were in. So there was no way around…
"Did…he…hurt…them?" Logan repeated his question through clenched teeth and was about to ram his claws into the first thing he could lay his hands on.
"He hit her as far as I was told," Hank said and was alarmed by his friend's angry growl, when Ororo finally looked up with tears in her eyes.
"He forced her to sleep with him," she told Logan calmly while everyone, except Scott, looked at her completely shocked. Instantly she looked down. "He hurt her so badly that I had to talk her into seeing a doctor the day after… You can still see the bruises and marks…"
They all jumped as he shattered a vase to pieces in a fit of rage. Turning away from them, he closed his eyes and tried to fight Wolverine; noticing that it felt unusually strange to him this time. Still, his eyes had already darkened.
"Logan…," Hank began and tried to soothe his friend, when this one pointed a finger at Scott without turning around again.
"Why is he staring out of the window and avoiding my gaze?" he asked hissing; catching Scott's strong scent which spoke volumes to him.
Swallowing, this one suddenly became more than nervous, while Logan had finally turned his gaze to him. Alarmed, his mind began to look for any way out of this situation. "Well,…" Scott began and was cut off by Logan.
"Don't even think about making something up, bub!" he warned him in a menacing sounding voice, which made clear that Wolverine was already in the room at the same time. "I smell guilt and fear on you…"
Running his free hand through his hair, while the other one was buried in his pockets, Scott sighed. "She was afraid to go back to him after she caught this bastard with Emma in the shower," he began without looking up. "So we went to a bar to talk…"
"And?" Logan growled while his eyes were completely dark.
"She drank too much, so did I…" Backing off a bit when a chair crashed against the wall, he met the glaring and furious black eyes of his opposite, whose growl became louder and more threatening. Raising his hands in defense, Scott shook his head. "Logan,… I'm sorry, it just," he stuttered but before he could finish, Wolverine had leapt at him and grabbed his throat firmly; choking the man while he faced him directly. He didn't even care that the others had jumped up and were trying to get him away from the stertorously breathing Scott who desperately tried to get air into his lungs.
"You slept with my wife?" Wolverine yelled at him completely outraged and bared his teeth in hate while his mind only screamed kill.
"I…it just happened," Scott managed to gasp.
Roaring, the berserker threw him against the opposite wall with a force that made it breach, before he pushed the other roughly away and stormed out of the room. "Go after him!" Ororo shrieked quivering in shock and watched how Hank ran off as fast as he could, while she and Jubilee checked on the unconscious and bleeding Scott. Not thinking twice, she called out for the Professor, who had stayed with Kurt, Bobby, Peter and Moira upstairs to watch after the children.
Reaching his rooms upstairs, Wolverine slammed the door open and glared into the darkness of the apartment. His nose caught her salty scent immediately and he switched his head to the bathroom. Opening this door roughly, too, he switched the lights on and growled at Jean furiously, who sobbed heavily on the cold ground. Starting by the noise he made, her head shot up and she looked at him with frightened eyes. She backed off crying while Wolverine just stood at the door and stared down on her with cold and merciless eyes. His fists were clenched firmly while his claws were already cutting through his flesh. Everything he felt right now was hate and betrayal; the latter far weaker than the first. Shaking her head sobbing, Jean looked at him pleadingly. "I…I'm so sorry, Logan," she cried and bit her lip hard. "Please believe me! I'm so sorry!" Burying her face in her hands, she broke down completely while crying bitterly; finally realizing the complete impact of the last months.
Moving, he still gave her a piercing and hatred look when he forced her to look at him. Breathing only in pants, which made her think that he would stab her immediately, Jean couldn't help but pulling a face in sorrow and began to sob even heavier. Clinging to him, she began to beg him to forgive her, but Wolverine only stared at the opposite wall as if he was ready to kill it. With tensed muscles he felt her grabbing the collar of the cloak he still wore and closed his eyes growling. Finally, he wrapped his arms around her and let her cry on his shoulder as he heard noises from the staircase.
Seconds later, Hank arrived panting in exertion and immediately moved towards the bathroom since he heard Jean crying bitterly. Already thinking that it was too late, he expected the worst when he stopped at the door and looked around the corner. His heart immediately contracted painfully, when he heard Jean's despaired pleas and sobs and he leant against the door-frame to ease the pain on his back a bit; relieved that nothing had happened. Nevertheless, his heart kicked into high gear when he noticed Wolverine's cold and full of hatred eyes…
Wow, I hadn't expected to finish this chapter today. I didn't even plan to write it today at all. LOL But I started and couldn't stop. Two scenes were pre-written (Logan's escape in short version and the others telling him about Jean plus the end), so I only had to fill the gaps in between. Thanks again for the great reviews. I am sorry that I made some mistakes in the previous chapter. I hadn't had the time to read through it again. : ( I haven't checked this one here, too, since it's already nearly 9 p.m. here. Hope you liked it! I made a plan for the following chapters and noticed that I am really in trouble. The scenes I have pre-written suddenly don't fit into the order anymore, so I have to see how I will use them. Oh, and yes! The trick with Logan: I gave you hints in between, guys. I usually write what characters feel or think, but I didn't do it (except once accidentally and I noticed it too late : ( … The scene before faked-Logan meets Emma in the kitchen) the whole time through when it was the faked-Logan. I only wrote he said or did this and that, but never what he felt or thought. So, as I said…it's between the lines. ; ) And I really tried to confuse you a bit, since it happened during Changes so often that you guessed what would come up next. So I thought carefully before starting the Sequel how I could prevent this at least once. ; ) Sorry guys!!! Hope you enjoyed reading and won't kick my butt now. Please review!!! See ya!!!