Past Forward - Jamie (madjm@...
Disclaimer, etc., with prologue
Logan was brooding, and he was doing a good job of it. In fact, he was
pretty sure there was no one on earth who could match him for brooding.
At least that's what Marie said. Used to say. When she was still speaking to
He sat on his bed, gripping a bottle of beer and glaring at the door. His
thinking went in constant circles. He had to find a way to make her talk to
him, so he could explain. He should stay away from her; she deserved someone
better. And how dare she be mad at him anyway? She expected too much from
him. But what if he'd ruined any chance he'd had with her? He had to find a
way to make her talk to him, so he could explain. ...
And so it went.
It wasn't his fault to begin with. Well, hardly his fault.
He'd been flirting with Jean again. Mostly, he just did it to yank Scooter's
chain, and because she was a damn fine woman. He actually *liked* her, which
was more than he could say about most people. Plus, it was a lot easier than
dealing with his feelings toward Marie. He knew she had feelings for him --
he hated how his heart sped up at the thought that she might even love him
-- but he couldn't help but feel that he wasn't good enough for her. So he
kept things on a friendly level with Marie -- mostly -- and flirted with
But since the mission to Donovan Laboratories, and her illness afterward,
Jean had been acting a little strange. Still, when he'd asked her when she
was going to leave Summers and have a taste of a *real* man, he hadn't
expected her response.
She kissed him.
Now, once upon a time, this would've been great. It's what he dreamed of.
Mostly. But it wasn't like he'd imagined at all. There was nothing in the
kiss. She might as well have been kissing a rock for all the passion she put
into it. And only he saw the tears in her eyes that she blinked back before
He wasn't all that surprised to see Scott standing behind them, but he was
jolted by the sight of Marie. She looked horrified, betrayed. Summers' face,
on the other hand, was completely blank before he turned and walked out of
the room without saying a word.
Marie shook her head and followed him, and that was the last he saw of her
for two days. The girl had an uncanny ability to avoid him, considering his
superior senses. And after that, the few times he managed to get her alone,
one of her little friends would just "happen" to show up, sending him a
scalding glare or making certain nasty comments under her breath. He
wondered if they knew he could hear every word. Nobody had ever actually
called him a "skank" before. At least, not that he could remember.
Jean had collapsed crying after the Kiss Incident, which is what the kids
were calling it, and he'd spent an hour and a half holding her and letting
her cry and talk everything out. Most of what she'd told him he couldn't
repeat. It wasn't for him to tell anyone. But he could let Marie know that
the kiss wasn't his idea and didn't mean anything.
He had to talk to her. Logan barely resisted the urge to throw the beer
bottle, instead dropping it on his nightstand and rolling off the bed to
pace the room. The only option open to him, really, was to grab her out of
her room. He'd make her talk to him. He'd explain everything. Though, on
second thought, maybe things were better this way.
Logan stumbled and fell to his knees as a blinding golden flash filled his
He began to remember.
For years, all he'd remembered were bits and pieces. Images. Faces.
Feelings. A bit of a song that made him feel ... something, and then he lost
it. It was like trying to hold water in his hands. Impressions were all he
got before the rest slipped through his fingers.
This was different. It was like a pipeline opened between the past and his
mind, and it rushed back in, filling up all the empty spaces in his brain.
His seventh Naming Day. The day Samuel fell through the ice of the river.
His mother. The first time he'd seen A'Mirion. Samuel's wedding. The
memories came, faster and faster, making him dizzy. Joining the King's
Guard. Kissing Minna. The day ... the time ... his first ... They flew by so
fast he couldn't grasp them all. It was too much. He saw Sidre. The cave.
He saw the bright golden light again, just before he passed out.
"ROGUE WENT INTO MIRROR DOWNSTAIRS! I'M FOLLOWING!"
Breathing heavily, Jean sat up straight in bed. She reached out for Scott
before remembering, glancing over and sighing at the empty place next to
her. She missed him. Though she knew it was for the best, she wanted nothing
more at that moment than to rush down the hall to his new room and climb in
bed with him. He would be warm and solid. Strong.
She needed him. Jean shook her head and pushed out of bed. It took her a
moment to get a handle on what was wrong. For once, it wasn't the nightmare
about suffocating at Donovan Labs. She almost thought she'd heard *Jubilee*
yelling at her about Rogue. She sighed and rubbed her throbbing temples.
Jubilee would be the death of her one of these days; she just knew it. As it
was, Jean blamed her increasing number of gray hairs almost entirely on the
Grumbling to herself, Jean slipped into a robe and padded barefoot down the
hall. The girls' room was at the other end. Surprisingly, even when they'd
graduated and started training for the team, all three girls had wanted to
continue being roommates. Most of the others who stayed had their own rooms.
A good thing, too, she thought, speeding up as she passed Bobby's room.
Certain sounds coming from that room obviously required some privacy. She
wondered for a moment who was in there with him but quickly dismissed the
question. That was one good thing about Jubilee. Spend a few minutes with
her, and you'd know most of the good gossip in the mansion.
Jean frowned. Actually, the good gossip was probably at least a little bit
about herself and Logan. And Scott. Now *that* was something she really
didn't want to think about.
She was surprised to find the door to the girls' room wide open, and she
felt a tingle at the base of her neck when she saw the room was empty. That
strange feeling usually meant trouble. What had she heard Jubilee yell? She
stood in the doorway, drumming her fingers on the doorframe and frowning.
Rogue. It was about Rogue.
That answered the question about where to go next.
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