Title: My Usual Lie
Author: Sare Liz, TeknoVamp@...
Series: Follows 'Peace On Earth', the angst ending to the
Disclaimer: Marvel. Sting. Logan (my muse who is wholly
and completely responsible for this story). Jenn (my beta
who is ever encouraging, even when she's yelling at me to
finish the next part).
Summary: Tempered in fire, a soul is strong. Logan knows
this. So, now, does Marie.
Author's Notes: Can you believe that this fic actually
cheered me up? Granted, I cried as I wrote certain parts
of it, but there you are. I'm a fragile butterfly. This
ain't news to nobody.
Warning: Character death, sorta, and allusion to other,
previously dead character.
Another night in court
The same old trial
The same old questions asked
The same denial
"Jean, can Ah ask you a question?"
"Of course, Marie."
"Is Cerebro used anymore?"
Jean paused the letters she was responding to in Xavier's
old office and looked over to her temporary assistant.
"You mean, do I use Cerebro?"
Marie shrugged slightly, unconcerned of the rhetoric, as
they both knew why she wanted the contraption used.
"I've� tried it, a few times. Each time the pain is
worse." Jean looked up into the still peaceful eyes of her
friend. She'd only cried that one time, in the park. Jean
herself had been crying at the drop of a hat lately, and
she was supposed to be the one in the supporting role. Not
Marie, though. A Buddhist priest had nothing Marie's sense
of calm and even Ororo was more temperamental.
And now this request, coolly juxtapositioned next to it
Marie hadn't said anything about that first conversation
with the Professor, though it had to have upset her to some
degree. In fact, there were a whole rack of things Jean
was curious about, but somehow just didn't know how to
breach. Like, what exactly *was* going on in her head?
And where were the personalities? Were they completely
gone? Could she manage them now? Is that why she spent
hours each morning and evening with Xavier?
Perhaps when Marie was ready, she would share that bit of
information. In the meantime, she had apparently decided
to actively seek out Logan. It was an incredible relief to
see the desire, as she hadn't yet been truly able to fit in
in any particular capacity, much like Logan himself, in the
This was nothing but good news, hampered only by Jean's
unwillingness to tie her mind in with Cerebro again.
"But I'll try again if you want me to." And the strange
was that Jean meant it. The doctor had vowed to never,
ever set foot in the room again after the last time, when
she'd found who she'd been looking for only to have him
slam his mind shut. The ricochet had nearly killed her,
and there hadn't been any strong figure to find her and
carry her to their room afterwards.
The sadness that Jean had looked to find in her eyes so
often in the past two weeks, the sadness that she'd only
been privy to that one time in the city, shown through
keenly now, and the yearning in the woman across the room
was palpable, though she normally had better control of her
"Ah miss him, ya know? Ah try not to think about it, not
access his memories, and so far it hasn't been a problem.
But Ah do miss him somthin' fierce, even though he doesn't
seem to give a rat's ass about me."
Jean's eyes softened as she finally recognized something of
the Rogue she knew before. "I'll use Cerebro in the
"No." At Jeans disbelieving look, Marie repeated herself.
"Ah mean it, no. There's too much to do round here without
you goin' off and riskin' yourself. Specially not so Ah
can just go off and yell at an ornery old man who could
probably care less anyhow. That's not somthin' Ah want on
"Alright, I won't."
Well, she actually had the half formed idea to do it
anyway, but now she was stuck. "Yes, I promise." Not
tomorrow morning, anyway.
"Good. Ah'm off to see the Professor then, goodnight."
"Goodnight, Rogue," Jean replied.
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