Author's note: Okay, actually this one was really a one-shot, but since some of you wanted to see a second part: Here it is. ; )

Love and Pain lie close together

He dreamed again. Dreamed of the fire, of the heat. Dreamed how everything was destroyed in a rush, how water rose to heaven. He heard people screaming in fear and agitation. Then he saw himself approaching her, saw how she unleashed her wrath against him, too. Somehow he felt disgusted when he watched how his healing factor knitted the wounds her attacks left back together. He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't. Nevertheless, he didn't want to see it, didn't want to hear her begging him again, or how he confessed what he felt for so long. But then she said it, then he said it and then there was the sound again he's become too used of in his life…

But somehow it was different this time. There was a voice calling his name… The voice became louder and louder, demanding something of him he couldn't really understand. Not being able to help it, he sat up in a rush and popped his claws; thinking that he was in some kind of danger when he took notice of Rogue's terrified face.

"Jesus, kid!" Logan gasped and sheathed his claws again. "What are ya doin' here?"

"You need to come outside!" the girl said and he noticed for the first time that she was crying. "please, Logan, you need to come outside now!"

Frowning he closed his eyes and shook his head, her words being a complete riddle fir him. "Why do ya want me to come outside in the middle of the night, kid?"

Rogue came a bit closer, tucking at his sheet with eyes that mirrored pure fear and horror. "They're gonna kill her! Please, Logan you've to do something!"

Suddenly he turned his head when his ears picked up noises on the outside. He heard Ororo yelling. Something he had never thought she was capable of. Then there was something else of which he couldn't tell why it bothered him. But his heart kicked and senses kicked into high gear all of a sudden. Something that only happened if there was real danger. Not thinking about it, he jumped out of bed and to the window; making Rogue blush and gasp at the same time as she noticed that he was completely naked. She couldn't help but stare at him while her heard began to race horribly. "What's goin' on there?" he asked and put his jeans on quickly. Stopping in front of her, he didn't notice her blushing when he pulled the zipper up. "Kid? What happened?" he asked once more and sighed when she didn't give him an answer. Becoming aware of the shouts becoming louder, he just ran down the corridor, downstairs and then out into the garden. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw how some students were gathered at a place near the pond. A deep rumble echoed through the dark sky, followed by lightning and a storm. A clear indication that Ororo was more than angry. He had to yield his eyes when a lightning bolt struck only few meters away from him. It was then that he stopped dead in the track.

He sniffed once, twice, a third and fourth time but still he thought his senses were fooling him. Another bolt struck, accompanied by a scream and he started to run. He didn't care that he pushed some students roughly aside or that few even fell to the ground die to the impact. All he cared about was to find out why his nose played tricks on him al of a sudden. So he ran through them, pushed and pulled until he heard more of Ororo's shouts, saw how Bobby stood there in his ice-form and heard how Hank snarled menacingly low. He didn't understood what had probably caused this turmoil, but another sniff told him that he had to be dreaming. Breathlessly he stopped and came slowly closer. His heart was racing in his chest. With very deep breaths that were supposed to calm him, he approached the scenery slowly and froze instantly when his widened hazel eyes met terrified green ones.

Everything around him suddenly happened in slow motion. He heard his heart beating, heard his heavy breathing while his gaze was fixed on her in shock. He couldn't believe what he saw, thought of her as an imagination that was made up by his mind, when she shrieked in fear as another bolt struck right next to her. In an instant he was on her side and popped his claws; his eyes seizing his opposites up for a coffin. He wouldn't let it happen again. Not today, not in the future. He positioned himself in a deep crouch in front of her and growled.

"What are you doing?" Hank demanded to know angrily. "Get aside!"

"Dammit, Logan!" Ororo cursed, but gave the others a sign to stop their attacks. She watched how he retracted his claws and pulled the crying woman up into his arms, felt how she clung to him sobbing and quivering. Ororo watched him retreating with narrowed eyes. "Could you think with your brain only once when she's around?" she yelled at him. "You're protecting a murderer, Logan!"

"Who was itching to be fucked by a murderer only hours ago, Storm?" he barked back and saw the shocked and hurt expression on her face, but he didn't stop walking back to the mansion.

"You're not taking her inside!" Hank shouted but he could only snort.

"Try to stop me…," he grunted. Not saying anything else he carried her up to her old room and laid her down on the bed, where she pulled her legs close crying. All he could do was staring at her in shock. Even if had touched her only minutes ago, had noticed that she was real, his mind still had trouble to realize and accept it. He only stood next to the bed, didn't move, wouldn't even be breathing if his body didn't do it automatically for him. He knew he should say something. But what? Then she turned her head to him in the dark. He could tell that she only saw his silhouette against the window, but not him completely as he could see her. He hesitated for a moment when she asked him to leave her alone, that she needed to assimilate everything by herself. But finally he nodded. He closed the door behind him and sat down in front of it. He wouldn't sleep that night, maybe not for a few days. All he would do was sit here in front of the door and male sure that she was safe.

And Logan kept his promise. He remained one whole day on the same spot. Those who looked too long at him or the door received a growl or even his claws as a warning, but he remained where he was. He'd first thought Ororo or Hank would dare to show up, but they didn't. He couldn't care less. He waited for any sign of her from within, but there was none. Finally he dared to knock on her door, asked her if she wanted to eat something but she only said no. One night she had told him to go back to his room and sleep. That she would be fine and would call for him if she needed help. He didn't want to but did it in the end.

Now it was night again and Logan laid, with his hands behind his head, awake on his bed. For hours he didn't do anything else than staring at the ceiling in the dark. His senses were focused on a particular room not far away from his own and he waited for the tiniest sign of her. There were so many things he wanted o ask and tell her. He needed to know why she was back, needed to tell her that he was sorry for killing her, that he felt guilty and miserable because of it, that he'd kept on asking himself if it had been his fault, if there had been anything that would have saved her…

He switched his head alarmed to the door when it was opened slowly. In a rush he sat up and sniffed. Surprised he switched the lamp on that stood on his bedside table and looked at her. He thought his heart would stop beating. He'd never seen her being so sad, frightened, tired and pale. The sight of her made his blood freezing inside of his veins.

"Did I…did I wake you?" she asked insecurely but he shook his head.

"Couldn't sleep?" Logan asked calmly and moved aside a bit so that she could sit down in the edge. He noticed that she was still wearing the red outfit she'd worn on Alcatraz. He cursed Storm for not having changed it before they'd buried her.

"No, I'm afraid to sleep," she admitted and bit her lip in shame.

He understood that this wasn't the powerful mutant in front of him, but the woman she'd been before. The woman who was shy and afraid of things. "Why didn't you change your clothes?" he asked, knowing that this was probably the most stupidest question he could've come up with.

She shrugged. "Mine were gone…"

"Right," he nodded and remembered that Ororo had put them away. "Look, you take a shower and I find something for you to wear, okay?" He swallowed briefly when her eyes met his. "You can use my things. Be right back." He grabbed his jeans from the ground and pulled them in while his waist was thankfully covered by the sheets. He left the room and made sure that no one was around before he left. He remembered that Ororo had taken hers and Scott's clothes to the attic, so he went there. Thanks to his nose he was able to find the box quickly. Not looking too closely at what he found in it, he grabbed the first things he could find and went back. He stopped briefly at the kitchen and filled a tray with food and drinks, before he went back to his room again.

She looked up with big eyes when he placed the things he'd gotten onto the bed. One hand pushed the wet hair behind her ear while the other held the towel tight that she'd wrapped her body into after the shower. Her eyes looked through her old clothes and then up to him again. Frowning first, he understood what she meant. "I know they don't smell so good anymore," Logan shrugged, put the tray on the bedside table and went over to a drawer to pull one of his shirts and boxers out of it. "You can wear them. We can wash your stuff tomorrow." She nodded and went back into the bathroom while he grabbed another pair of boxers out of the drawer. After he'd gotten rid of his jeans and had put the black boxers on, he laid her clothes on the ground next to the bed. He couldn't hide a smile when he saw her in his clothes. "Wanna eat somethin'?" he asked and nodded at the tray, but she shook her head. "Ya should eat something, ya know." She nodded and briefly sipped on the water he'd brought. Once more he noticed how tired and exhausted she looked. "Look, ya can sleep here," he offered her and saw her insecure look. "I promise I won't touch ya, take advantage of ya or do anything else ya don't want, okay? But ya really need to sleep. I can also sleep in the floor and ya can have the bed, if ya feel more comfortable that way…"

"No, I don't want you to sleep on the ground. I'm fine with it…"

He nodded ad watched how she laid down and pulled the sheets over her body. "Wake me if you need anything," he said and switched the lights off. His focus was fixed on her breathing and heartbeat. He needed to make sure that she was sleeping before he would allow himself to drift off to sleep. Moving onto his right side, he watched her briefly in the dark before he closed his eyes. There were still so many things going on in his head that he was convinced he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway. He heard her moving and opened his eyes in surprise when she cuddled up to him. Smiling for the first time in months, he wrapped his arms around her protectively and closed his eyes again; feeling at peace and happy after months of pure torture and loneliness. Sighing he inhaled her scent deeply, memorized it anew, before he buried his face in her hair. "I missed ya so much, Jeannie," Logan mumbled softly and followed her into sleep.

So, here is the second part, I hope you guys liked it. ; ) And yes: Actually it really was a one-part story only. LOL I did it for you, guys. ; ) Do you still want more, then just let me know and I come up with something. Or actually…I already have thought about a plot. LOL Please review and let me think if you want more or not! See ya!