"Eyes Perceive, Heart Believes" (1/?) Jean/Logan, X2
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Eyes Perceive, Heart Believes I
Three days ago, Logan had been talked into going on
the field-trip. According to Xavier, they needed
another chaperone. He, Storm, and Hank apparently
weren't enough. Damn, why did Scott have to leave
after Jean's death and start a new life away from the
Institute? Couldn't he just start over here? Everyone
else has. Logan had agreed to go, if he could take the
bike, at least he'd get some peace during the drive.
Logan parked in front of the main doors and climbed off
his motorcycle, well, *Scott's* motorcycle, but he took
his car when he left and left the bike behind. Logan
heads towards the door, but paused. A familiar scent
reached his nose. He sniffed the air and unleashed all
six claws, growling.
Xavier felt Logan's distress, and contacted him
telepathically. //Is everything alright Logan?//
//Someone's `ere. Feel free ta come back ta teh school
Chuck, but keep teh kids safe.// came a tense reply
from Logan, before he broke their psychic link.
After informing the psychic, Logan let his claws slide
back under his skin and walked inside, following this
too familiar scent. The scent led him down to the
lower levels. He paused in front of the sliding doors
of the war room; then pushed the button to open the
What his saw there shocked him more then he could
have imagined. Sure he'd always wished that she'd come
back, after she died. But he never expected it to
There, sitting in front of the computer sat Jean Grey,
still in her black leather X-men costume, from her
last mission. It had to be Jean Grey, Logan was sure
of it. He sniffed the air, to make sure it wasn't
Mystique, or an illusion. Yap, it was Jean alright.
Feeling Logan's presence, Jean exited the files she was
in, and pushed herself back from the desk and stood.
She turned around to face Logan and smiled, "Hello
Logan." She greeted the Canadian.
Logan couldn't reply; he only stood there, staring at
the red-head before him. "Jean We I I thought you
"So did I." Jean said sadly, walking up to Logan. She
placed a hand on his cheek, and made eye contact with
him. "I thought I'd never see you again."
Logan pulled Jean close into a hug. He held her
tightly, as if she'd vanish if he'd let her go. "It's
so good ta have ya back." He murmured into her bright
red hair. He pulled away after a short while, "Come,
Xavier an' teh rest should be `ere already. They'll
want ta see ya."
Jean nodded, "Lead the way, Logan." Jean said.
Logan smiled and led the way upside.
Outside at the front of the School were groups of kids
of all ages, gossiping, trying to figure out why
Xavier had told them to stay outside.
Xavier, Storm, Rogue and Hank, were one of these
groups. Rogue was clearly worried about Logan.
"It's all right, Rogue. Logan has proven again and again
that he can take care of hi-" Storm trailed off at the
sound of gasps and hushed whispers. She, Rogue, Hank
and Xavier turned their attention towards the front of
the school, where Jean and Logan stood. They stood in
a shocked silence. The wind also seemed to have
"Who's the red-head?" A boy asked, with an accent,
breaking the silence.
"That's Jean Grey." Jubilee answered in a hushed
"The girl that died?" The same boy asked, confused.
Xavier cleared his throat and spoke up, "Kids, get your
bags from the bus, go to your rooms and unpack. Logan,
Storm, Hank and Rogue, drop your stuff off in your
rooms and meet me in my office. Jean you come with
Once the orders were given, everyone went off into
different directions, following them.
Xavier's office was a homey room. That's what Jean
had thought - she felt at home here. Until now. Now she
felt unsure, nervous and put on the spot.
Jean sat on the couch, with all eyes on her. Opposite
of her, Storm and Hank sat on the couch, and Rogue sat
on the armrest of the couch, Xavier's dark wooden
desk, sat at one end of both of the couches, with
Xavier behind it. And, Logan, as usual, stood in the
far corner, leaning against the wall, with one foot up
against it and arms crossed. Yap, Jean was
definitely put on the spot.
The private office wasn't any better than outside.
The room was thick with an uncertain silence. Until
Rogue spoke up, "Ah don't think she's Jean. Jean died
almost three years ago!"
Everyone in the room turned their attention from Jean
towards Rogue. "Rogue, I know that the fact is hard to
grasp but I do believe that she's Jean. Our Jean
Grey." Storm said, in her usual calm voice.
Jean frowned; these people don't believe that she was
Jean. Is Jean. She could feel it. Emotions of
uncertainty, pain, confusion, nervousness and
happiness came from everyone in the room.
Xavier looked back at Jean, "May I enter your mind,
Jean, and see what exactly happened to you?" He asked.
Jean looked at Xavier, uncertain and nervous. She
knew that she could trust him, and that he was strong
enough to handle whatever and whoever is in her head.
Finally she nodded, "Yes."
Xavier moved over in front of Jean, "I need you to
relax for me." He said, and waited for Jean to take a
deep breath and close her eyes. He placed finger tips
on either side of her temples and closed his eyes,
slipping into Jean's mind.
Jean had her shield up, and Xavier needed them down
to find out what happened. //Lower your shields
Jean.// he told her telepathically. He waited until
Jean lowered her shield, before easily slipping into
the outskirts of Jean's mind.
Jean's mind reminded Xavier much of Logan's mind. The
only difference was, is that Logan's memories are more
clear. They were darker, granted, but Jean's weren't
very clear and they were bright.
Xavier felt a struggle in Jean's mind, before she
placed her shield back up, and kicked Xavier out of
Jean opened her eyes to find Xavier staring back at
her, "Sorry," she whispered softly.
"It's alright, Jean," Xavier replied softly,
Storm got up, clearly concerned, "What happened?" She
Everyone seemed to ignore Storm's question and just
stared at Jean. Xavier, from the looks of it, seemed to
be lost in his own thoughts trying to make sense of
what he saw in Jean's head.
Logan was still in the back of the room, watching
Jean closely. "Xavier, it's Jean. Who or what else
could it be?" He asked.
"How do you know that she is Jean?" Hank questioned.
Even though he didn't know Jean in person, he'd heard
plenty of stories about her to feel as if he knew her.
And he *knew* that the dead can't come back to life.
"Because she smells like Jean. She *is* Jean." Logan
replied, still keeping his gaze fixed on Jean.
Jean gave Logan a kind smile as Storm got up and
walked over to her. She sat down next to her friend
and wrapped her arms around Jean's shoulders, hugging
the red-head. "I don't care how you managed to get
back, I'm just glad you did." She stated.
Rogue nodded, agreeing with Storm, "Welcome back."
Xavier watched both Jean and Storm when he suddenly
remembered that Jean and Hank haven't been properly
introduced. "Jean, this is Hank McCoy, or Beast, Hank,
this is Jean Grey; the psychic I've been telling you
about." he said.
Both Jean and Hank stood to shake hands, "It's nice
to meet you Mr. McCoy." Jean said
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Jean. And please call
me either Hank or Beast. Everyone else does." The blue
Jean smiled and the blue man and nodded, "Alright
The phone on Xavier's desk rang; Xavier looked at
everyone in the room. "If you all could excuse me." He
said and watched everyone slowly depart the room,
before he picked up the phone
Rogue ran up to her room to unpack and to talk with
Jubilee and Kitty, her roommates, about what had
happened. Hank left to go down to the Infirmary, and Storm
hugged Jean, "We'll talk later." she said, before
heading out towards her garden, outside.
Logan watched Storm leave him and Jean alone in the
"Where's Scott?" Jean asked softly, looking up and
down the hall, "I haven't seen him at all today."
Logan looked back at Jean. How on earth was he going
to explain to Jean, without breaking her heart that
Scott left the X-men shortly after her death, not able
to live without her. That he had started a new
chapter, without Jean, but with someone else. "He's on
vacation." Logan said, with a soft growl.
Jean nodded slowly, "When's he coming back?" She
asked, curiosity written all over her face.
Logan didn't get a chance to reply. Xavier strolled
out of his office and looked at both Jean and Logan,
"We have guests. Jean, I'm sure that you would like to
see them." he said.
Jean only nodded, before heading out to the front
Logan sniffed the air and looked at Xavier, "Jamie
an' Scott?" He growled, "Jean just came back, an' ya
invited Jamie an' Scott over! Jean's goin' ta kill
Xavier frowned, "I know and I didn't tell Jamie or
Scott about Jean. I couldn't, they didn't give me a
chance and they were only a few miles away." He
replied, then added, "Come. Let's keep the three of
them from an argument."
Jean stood frozen in place at the top of the steps
that would lead her down to her sister and her fiancé.
Jamie stood at the trunk of the car, with her back
towards Jean. Jean couldn't see Scott, but she left
him, inside her head. She guessed that he was taking
their luggage out of the car. She was so wrapped up in
her own thoughts that she didn't notice Xavier and
Logan come up on either side of her.
Scott finished taking out the luggage, and carried
them in either hand. He and Jamie turned and started
walking towards the main door, where Jean, Logan, and
Xavier stood. Jamie's jaw dropped at the same time
Scott dropped their luggage.
Jean put on her warmest smile and walked down the
steps towards Jamie and Scott. Jean hugged her sister.
"Hey." She greeted her sister who finally left her
state of shock and wrapped her arms around her older
Jean smiled and pulled away from Jamie and moved over
towards Scott. She stopped in front of him and gave
him a small smile before she hugged him. But Scott
didn't leave his state of shock.
Jean pulled away, turned around and walked up the
stairs. She paused by Xavier, "I'm moving out of my
and Scott's room and into my old room." she said
before walking inside.
Once Jean was out of hearing Xavier glanced up at
Logan, "Go check on Jean, I'll handle Jamie and
Logan muttered something under his breath that
sounded like "Hell", before he walked inside to check on
Logan found Jean in her and Scott's old room. She
was going through her closet, and was creating two
piles. From the look of it, there was the `keep'
pile and the `burn' pile, which sometimes became the
`goodwill' pile. Logan stayed in the doorway, leaning
against the doorframe, waiting for Jean to calm down.
Jamie, Scott and Xavier all sat in Xavier's office.
Jamie sat on the couch; Scott paced the room and
Xavier sat behind the desk.
"Are you sure that, that's Jean?" Scott asked, trying
to remain calm, but failed miserably. Even with years
of keeping his emotions to himself, he couldn't hide
the shock in his voice.
"I've tried to read her mind to make sure, but her
mind's a mess. It's worse then Logan's." Xavier said,
watching Scott pace, "And Logan picked up her scent.
According to him, she is Jean."
"Logan's an idiot!" Scott yelled, "She can't be Jean.
Jean died! And I've moved on, with Jamie! Whether or
not she's Jean, Jamie and I are getting married next
"Scott, calm down!" Jamie said and turned towards
Xavier, "You said you tried to read her mind. What
was is like?" She asked.
Xavier eyed Scott for a bit longer and then turned
his full attention towards Jamie, "Jean's mind is like
Logan's. I've only tried to read what she has in her
memory after her death, hoping that I could find out
how she managed to come back. And like Logan's, her
memory has only bits and pieces, but Jean's memories
are brighter, color wise, then Logan's, and more
unclear to read." He explained, "I couldn't get much.
I felt a struggle in her mind, and then she pulled
Scott sighed and sat down next to Jamie on the couch,
"But people don't just come back from the dead." he
"I'm not sure what exactly happened, Scott, but I
don't think Jean died." Xavier replied.
"What do you mean she didn't die? Xavier, we saw her
die! And we couldn't help her! I spent weeks locked up
in my room because Jean died!" Scott yelled, in
frustration. Was the older man crazy? He was there
when Jean died and now he was saying that she didn't
"I understand that, Scott, but for some reason, Jean
didn't exactly die." Xavier answered, calmly.
Scott sighed, and leaned back in the couch, crossing
his arms, "Fine, so Jean didn't really die. But where
has she been in the past two and a half years?" He
"That, I don't know, Scott. But I'm sure that within
time, we'll know." Xavier answered. And with that,
their conversation about Jean coming back was over.
Jean had completely ignored Logan while she was going
through her clothes and knick-knacks. And most of her
stuff ended up in the burn, sell or goodwill piles.
Jean was stuffing the clothes she didn't want anymore
into a plastic trash bag. Once she finished she handed
them to Logan,
"Would you bring these to Goodwill for
me?" She asked.
Logan raised an eyebrow at Jean, "Can't ya on yer
own?" Logan asked.
"Yes, I could, but I need to go through the stuff in
my old room, which is now my new room." Jean answered
Logan rolled his eyes, took the bag from Jean, and
growled a "Yes" before he disappeared down the hall.
Jean collected the few belongings she had left and
carried them down the hall into her new room.
Jean got her second chance at life, a second chance to
start new. Without Scott. And that was just what she
is going to do; but she needed time.
During the past few days Jean had been doing her best
to avoid both Jamie and Scott. She had spent most of
her time in her room, reading. "Jean, can I talk to
you?" It was Jamie.
Jean ignored Jamie on the other side of the door and
continued reading. But Jamie would not be ignored; she
opened the door and walked inside, "Jean "
Jean looked up from her book and stared daggers at her
sister before she continued to read.
"Oh, come on Jean! Talk to me, please?" Jamie begged
sitting down on the bed. "Please "
"Talk to Scott," Jean said icily. She didn't even
bother looking up from her book.
"I deserved that." Jamie said, sadly. "But you can't
stay mad at me forever. Jean, please talk to me."
Jean put her book down and glared hard at Jamie, "You
wanna talk, Jamie? Okay, I'll talk, you listen. I died
to save the lives of the people I care for, and then I
come back, two and a half years later, and find that
my sister is with Scott, the man who used to be my
fiancé! And if that isn't enough, they're getting
married in about three weeks!" She finally let it
snap. All the anger, pain and frustration she felt
broke like the dam at Alkali Lake. "And everyone is
suspicions of me, thinking that I'm not Jean. Well, I
am Jean, and the only one who believes me is Logan. My
own sister and my best and closet friends are still a
little unsure. Heck, even Xavier is unsure!"
Jamie's head hung low. If you put it like that, she
did sound like a bad guy. Everyone did, except for
Logan. This time, Logan was the good guy. "I'm sorry,
Jean. I truly am. But you've been dead for almost
three years. And slowly we began to accept that, Jean.
Believe it or not, you tied us all together, and
when you left everything fell apart. Scott and I moved
on, together. Logan kept to himself more and got
meaner, a hell of a lot meaner. Storm, has changed.
And so have Xavier and the kids. And new students came,
and then Hank " Jamie said, slowly starting to cry,
"Please forgive me Jean. Please forgive Scott and the
others too. It's just that " She couldn't finish her
sentence through her choked sobs.
Jean watched Jamie cry. Damn, Jamie knew that Jean
can't handle waterworks. Jean moved around on the bed
and hugged her sister. "I do forgive you Jamie, all of
you." She said, soothingly, stroking her sister's
hair, "It's just that, I can feel everyone's
uncertainty, and that they don't trust me like they
used to." she explained.
Jamie nodded, against Jean's shoulder, "I know. Just
give us time. We're still taken aback, with you coming
back. I mean we all thought you died " Jamie said, her
tears slowly fading.
Jean pulled away from Jamie and wiped away the last of
her tears, and gave her a warm smile, "Do you love
him?" She asked softly; clearing talking about Scott.
Jamie looked at Jean, her eyes immediately light up,
"Yes, I do. I love him very much." She answered.
Jean nodded, hiding the pain with a caring and loving
expression, "Good." She stated and kissed her sister's
forehead. "Does he treat you well?" She added
Jamie nodded, "He does." She answered. "And, Jean, if
you're uncomfortable with me and Scott getting
married, you don't have to come to our wedding. I'd
understand." She added, softly.
Jean nodded, slowly; her brows funneling in thought.
She seems to be thinking about something; their
wedding. She looked at Jamie and grinned, "Do you have
a bridesmaid yet?" she asked.
Jamie's face instantly beamed. "No Jean, I haven't. But
would you be my bridesmaid? Please?" she asked,
Jean laughed at her sister's excitement, "I'd be
honored." Jean answered right before Jamie tackled
her, with a bear hug. The both of them fell of off
Jean's bed, with a shriek. Jean's mood clearly
had lifted since Jamie and Scott arrived at the
Institute. And Jamie was delighted for that.
They lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, both
of them content and lost in their own thoughts.
Finally Jean broke the comfortable silence, "What
color dress should I get?"
"It doesn't matter. The wedding is a black and white
wedding, and you're the only bridesmaid." Jamie
Jean nodded solemnly, "Jamie, what are you cooking
tonight?" She asked.
Jamie suddenly sat up, "Crap! I forgot all about
dinner!" she murmured. In a hurry, she got up. "I'll
send someone for you when it's done." she said before
rushing out of the bedroom.
Jean watched her sister storm out of the room, before
she too stood and left her room. Time for a little chat
with Scott. If he's up for it, that is.
Jean left the dorm room area of the Institute, and
walked towards the main sections; the kitchen, dining
room, game room, living room, and the den. Jean found
Jubilee, Rogue, Kitty, Bobby, and a few kids she
hadn't met yet in the game room. She stood in the
doorway, listening to the kids chatter, unnoticed.
Finally she cleared her throat, letting the kids know
of her presence. Startled, they turned their heads
towards Jean. A wave of emotion hit her. Jean picked
through the wave - confusion from everyone who has been on
her last mission, mixed in with unease, and delight.
Those who hadn't known her from her `first life';
(that's what she called it now) felt nervous. "Has
anyone seen Scott?" she questioned.
Her question was followed by silence before Rogue
replied, "Ah think he's in the garden, Jean."
"Thank you, Rogue." Jean said before she headed
outside, through the back door.
Jean walked outside, Scott's mind screaming distress.
Jean felt it, and followed the stressed mind. Jean was
too focused towards Scott's mind; she paid little
attention to the exotic flowers around her.
Jean found Scott at the small creek that ran through
the garden. He sat on the bench underneath the shade
of an outsized willow tree. This didn't surprise her,
she and Scott used to come here all the time; it was
their little get away. What did surprise her, was
finding Logan there, with Scott, smoking one of his
cigars. And they weren't arguing, like they usually
do, they were just talking. Jean stood still,
"This wasn't supposed to happen!" Scott said. Was he
growling? Scott never growls, that's Logan's job.
"Jamie and I are supposed to get married in three
weeks, and now Jean's back! It ruined everything!"
Logan blew a perfect circle of smoke, from the cigar,
as he leaned back against the trunk of the willow
tree, before he replied, "Now don't tell me, ya
haven't missed her since ya moved on with Jamie.
Because I know ya did, and I know that ya wished for
Jean to come back. Fer ya."
Scott looked up at Logan, "Yeah, well she can't come
back to me. I have Jamie." Scott snapped, "But I bet
you're happy. Now you can finally have your chance
Logan finally looked at Scott and raised an eyebrow
at him, "Ya really think that I'd go after Jean?" He
Scott snorted, "Come on." He stated; his jaw set.
"Everyone knows that you've had a thing for Jean since
you came here. And she's had one for you, believe it
or not. But now, I'm out of the way, so things will be
easier and you can have each other."
Logan looked out at the stream, and took a drag from
his cigar, "Jean and I are just friends." he said,
blowing out a puff of smoke. And he had nothing more
During their long silence, Jean thought. She still
loved Scott, yes, but what about Logan? Granted, there
was an attraction, but nothing serious. And how did
Scott know about this attraction? She'd been keeping
it low . . . hadn't she?
Logan broke her train of thought. "Do you love her?"
He asked, not indicating who `her' was.
"Love who?" Scott asked, "Do I love Jamie? Of course
I do." He said, but there was a hint of uncertainty in
his voice. After a short pause he added, "Do I love
Jean? I care a great deal for her, but love? ...Do
*you* love Jean?"
Logan didn't answer Scott's question.
Jean stepped out from the shadows, and let her
presence be known. Logan didn't look surprised. Did he
know that she was eavesdropping? Did he pick up on her
scent? Whatever the reason, he wasn't surprised. But
Scott was. "Scott, can I talk with you?" Jean asked.
For the first time since he and Jamie arrived at the
Institute, she actually spoke to him.
Without a word, Logan left the clearing at the creek.
Scott only nodded and scooted over for Jean to take a
seat on the bench, "Sure, Jean." he replied, clearly
Jean sat down on the bench and looked out over the creek
before them. They sat like that, for what seemed like
an eternity, the both of them lost in their own
thoughts, in memories, and in unspoken words. The only
sound came from the rippling creek and the whispers
from the leaves when the wind blew.
"I know it's hard." Jean finally broke the eerie
silence, "I talked with Jamie. And she's right. We all
need time " She said softly.
Scott nodded, agreeing with Jean, "You've been gone
for nearly three years, Jean. We needed time to get
over your " Scott wouldn't accept the idea of Jean
dying. If she truly died, she wouldn't be here right
now. "And truth be told, I don't think we were one
hundred percent over it when you came back. It was
such a shock, to see you again, Jean. To hear you, to
see you. And now, we all need time again to get use to
you being back " He said, looking at Jean.
Jean looked at Scott. Through his ruby quartz, she
could always guess where his eyes where. "I know
Scott. And I'm giving everyone the time they need, and
their space. But I need your love, Scott. I need your
support, your trust. Not as a lover, but as a friend "
Scott looked at Jean. He wasn't sure if he could do
that for her, not right away, "Give me time, Jean." he
"You have all the time you need, Scott. And, I know
that things won't be like they use to. I mean you're
marrying my sister! And within time, I'll be okay with
it." Jean said, rather sadly.
Scott frowned, "Jean, could you please come to our
wedding? It would mean a great deal to me and Jamie."
"I'm already Jamie's bridesmaid. If I don't come,
it'll be kind of harsh." Jean said, grinning.
"Jean, you're known to give people the cold shoulder.
It would be harsh, but not if it came from you." Scott
"It's my sister's wedding, I'll be there. And, I don't
give people the cold shoulder. I'm sorry, but I'm not
that stubborn and ill-tempered." Jean snapped, getting
defensive. How dare he tell her that she'd do such a
thing and that it'd be normal!
Before an argument began Storm stepped into the
clearing, her face instantaneously lights up seeing
Jean and Scott together, talking. "Dinner's ready."
Scott stood and walked past Storm, heading back
towards the Institute for dinner.
But Jean just sat there, looking out at the small
creek, listening to the voices in her head, picking
through everyone's emotions.
"Jamie said that you two made peace." Storm said,
watching Jean's expressionless face. "So why don't you
join us, Jean. We haven't had a dinner with everyone
in ages, especially, one with you, and Logan. But I'm
sure we can talk him into joining us."
Jean looked at her closest friend and gave her a warm
smile, "Alright, I'll eat with everyone tonight."
During Dinner Jean sat at a table with Scott, Hank, and a
Cajun with piercing red and black eyes whom she had never
met before, Rogue, Jamie, and Storm. The students were
scattered around at different tables.
During dinner, Jean found out that Rogue had
graduated school and was becoming a member of the X-men, and that
the Cajun was named Remy Lebeau, or Gambit. He was Rogue's on and off
boyfriend, and he was a major flirt. Jean figured she
would have found out more, but she was too busy
watching Jamie and Scott to listen to the
conversations around her.
Had Scott ever looked at her like that? Like she was
everything to him? Had she ever be able to make him
feel calm and at peace as Jamie could? Had she ever
been able to make him smile like Jamie could? "I love
you " The words came from Scott, and they were a
whispered. Only meant for Jamie to hear but Jean heard
it; loud and clear. And she waited for the hurt, for
the pain. But to her surprise the feeling never came.
Jean began to smile. Things were going to be okay.
Jamie and Scott were in love, and if Scott dare hurt
her little sister, she'd hurt him.
Jean suddenly felt watched. She looked around the
table. Everyone was engrossed in their own
conversation. Scott and Jamie, Rogue and the Cajun,
Xavier, Hank and Storm. They were all talking amongst
them selves. Then who was watching her? Was anyone
watching her in the first place? Jean examined the
whole room; no one was watching her, they were all
eating the delicious home-cooked meal that Jamie had
made. There, in the corner of the room, Logan stood
watching her, with an intense stare. So Logan was the
one watching. But why? They held their eye contact
for, one, two, three, four, five seconds. Jean broke
their eye contact. She knew Logan wouldn't break it.
No, it was part of who he was. Part of the beast
that lurks within him and that didn't back down from a
challenge. Jean ate some more of the home-cooked meal,
before she looked back up. Logan was gone.
Jean stayed at the table, picking at her food a bit
longer before she excused herself. Everyone around the
table turned to look at Jean, "Are you okay?" Jamie
"Yes, everything is fine. I'm just tired, that's
all." She said with a fake but convincing yawn before
she turned and walked up to her room.
Jean closed the door behind her and leaned back
against it. There were so many thoughts in her head,
and so many emotions at once. She closed her eyes and
tried to clear her head.
Her relationship with Scott was already down in the
dumps before Logan came, and Jean wanted out, she just
didn't want to hurt Scott. And she knew that he wanted
out too, but he didn't want to hurt *her*. And then
Logan came. They couldn't break things off with Logan
around. That was just what he wanted, wasn't it? Logan
was one of the reasons they stayed together. Scott
started feeling jealous whenever he caught Logan and
her alone in a room, with her face always
flushed. The man always teased! Always seemed to know
what to say to make her blush! So, she and Scott
stayed together and Scott needed to touch more. He
needed to hold her hand, to kiss her, to whisper
sweet little nothings in her ear, around Logan. Only
around Logan. And she needed it too. They both did to
convince themselves that they still loved each other,
because they were both afraid of letting go.
Jean pushed herself of the door and changed out of
her clothes into a large sleeping T-shirt before she
slipped between the crisp white sheets and the bed.
She needed the sleep. That's all. Her head would be
clear in the morning. Hopefully.
Jean awoke early the next morning. She'd forgotten to
lower the shades, so the early morning sun was shining
in through the window. Jean groaned and tried to fall
back asleep. But the morning sun wouldn't let her. She
sighed and got out of bed and into her private
bathroom. Jean kept the lights off as she undressed
and showered - a few more moments of night. Daylight was just
a few minutes away.
Once Jean finished her shower and got dressed in a
pair of white sweatpants and a pink t-shirt, she went
down to the kitchen to get some breakfast.
Jean walked into the kitchen with a yawn, and walked
over to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup,
before adding some cream. She took a yogurt from
the fridge and a spoon from a drawer before she sat down at the
"Mornin'." A gruff voice came from behind her.
Jean jumped slightly at the voice and whipped her
head around to find Logan staring back at her with a
smug smirk. "God Logan! Don't do that!" She said
before turning her attention back towards her coffee
Logan walked around the table towards the coffee
maker and poured himself a mug, then leaned back
against the counter before he took a sip. He didn't
even add milk or sugar! "Ya left dinner early. Is
everythin' alright?" he asked.
"I was tired." Jean answered simply before finishing
up her yogurt.
They were in silence for a while, each one lost in
their own thoughts. Jean thought back to the
conversation between Logan and Scott. Logan never did
answer Scott's question. Why? It was such a simple
question. But then again, Logan never was good with
words, or stating his emotions.
Jean looked over at Logan. Had he been watching her?
"Yeah?" she asked before taking a sip from her coffee.
"I need a tuxedo for Scott an' Jamie's weddin'. I was
wondering if ya could help me shop fer one." Logan
Jean stared straight at Logan; He was going to wear a
tuxedo? "Um, sure, Logan. I'll go shopping with you. I
need to get a dress anyway." She answered. "When do
you plan on going?"
"In about fifteen minutes" Logan answered before finishing up
his coffee. "Unless yer done around here, then we can
go now." He added putting the mug in the sink.
Jean finished up her coffee, "We can go now. I just
need to get my wallet." she said before getting up and
putting her mug along with Logan's in the sink.
They took Jean's car to the mall for the
tuxedo and dress. The drive was uneventful. The only
sound that broke the silence was the radio. Other than
that, they sat in silence the whole drive.
Jean and Logan started at JC Penney's for Logan's tuxedo.
Logan of course was no help at all. The man wouldn't
even tell Jean his size, and he just stood there,
watching Jean go through clothes.
Jean sighed and looked over at Logan. "All right Logan,
you're not just going to stand there like an idiot.
Now, either help me look for a tuxedo, for *you*, or
you're doing this on your own!" she threatened.
Logan raised an eyebrow at Jean. She was really
threatening him. He smirked at that, "All right." He
muttered and started going through the clothes.
Jean paced in front of the dressing room door waiting
for Logan to finish changing, so she could see him in
a tuxedo. Finally Logan opened the door for Jean to
see. Jean turned and looked at Logan. "Wow." She
muttered. She could have never have imagined that
Logan would look this stunning in a black and white
Logan looked down at himself then back up at Jean. "I
look like an ass. Why can't I just wear jeans and a
t-shirt?" he asked no one in particular.
Jean shook herself mentally and made eye contact with
Logan, "You look stunning. You just need a tie, a hair
cut, and a shave." Jean replied, with a smile. "Hold
on." She added before getting a tie for Logan. She
came back with solid navy blue colored tie, and held
it up against Logan's chest. Jean smiled, "There." She
said clearly pleased, eyeing the blue tie on his
chest, before looking up at Logan's face. He looked
*so* good in the tuxedo. She eyed his mouth instead of
making eye contact. Embarrassed, she lowered the tie
and looked down at the ground. "You're all set." she
Logan gently cupped Jean's chin and lifted her face,
but still she wouldn't make eye contact with him. He
could smell the embarrassment come off her; he smirked
at that, before he claimed her mouth with his own.
The kiss was gentle, like nothing she would have
expected to come from Logan. Her knees buckled and she
had to hold on to Logan to keep herself from falling.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she let
his arms wrap themselves around her waist, pulling her
closer to him.
Logan pulled away and gently stroked her cheek, "I
need a date fer the weddin' " Logan said softly,
Jean smiled, "Yeah, so do I." She said, "Would you be
my escort?" She added.
Logan smiled and gently kissed Jean again before
answering, "Of course I would. But ya need a dress."
Jean nodded, "Right. A dress. Okay. You change back
into your clothes, bring the tux, and then we'll go
look for a dress." She said, before Logan disappears
back into the changing room.
Once Logan changed back into his jeans and white
t-shirt, he walked out of the changing room and placed
the clothes in the little silver JC Penney's basket that
Jean held in one hand, before he wrapped an arm around
her slim waist and walked with her towards the women's
Jean already told Logan that she wouldn't wear
anything skimpy, or grandma-ish. So, Logan took a rain
check with helping Jean pick out a dress. Logan
watched Jean go through racks of dresses trying to
find the right one.
"Logan, help me. Please." Jean whined looking at
Logan looked at Jean and smirked, "All right." He said
before going to a rack, helping Jean with her dress
Jean pulled out a violet colored dress and looked at
Logan, "I'll be right back. I want to try this on."
She said, handing Logan the basket before going to
the changing room.
Logan followed Jean to the changing room and waited
for her to come out so he could see the dress she's
chosen. Logan turned as the door opened. Jean stood in
the doorway wearing the violet dress. It stopped just
a few inches above her knees, the straps were about a
half an inch thick, and by the looks of it the
material was a light material that hugged her every
Jean noticed Logan staring at her and frowned, "Is it
really that bad, Logan?" she asked.
Logan realized he was staring and looked at Jean.
"No. Ya look beautiful, Jean, absolutely beautiful."
Jean smiled at Logan. She could tell that he meant
it; Logan never said things he didn't mean. Jean
looked down at her bare feet and wiggled her toes. "I
should have some shoes to go with this back at the
Institute." She mumbled and looked back up at Logan,
"I'll change and then we'll be able to head back to
the Institute. Okay?" she asked.
Logan nodded, "All right, darlin'." he answered before
Jean walked back into the changing room.
Logan offered to drive back towards the Institute,
but to Jean's surprise Logan drove to one of the
restaurants in uptown Westchester. So they arrived
at the Institute late.
Once Logan parked Jean's car in the garage, she
climbed out of the car and took both shopping bags
from the trunk. She closed the trunk to find Logan
staring at her, "What?" She asked.
Logan grinned and shook his head. "Nothin'. Come on,
it's late." he said and wrapped his arms around her
waist and gave her a quick kiss before he led her
To both Jean's and Logan's surprise everyone was in
bed, and the rooms were dark. Jean glanced over at
the clock on the microwave. The green light flashed.
"It's late, we better get to bed." Jean whispered in
the dark kitchen looking at Logan.
Logan nodded and took the shopping bags from Jean,
"All right. Let's go, then." he murmured, and took her
Together, hand in hand, they strolled up to the dorm
rooms, in a comfortable silence. They stopped in front
of Jean's door. Logan looked down at Jean and smiled
at her. He handed her, her bag, and kissed her gently.
"Night, Jean." he said before he started down the
Jean watched Logan head back to his room in the dark
hall before she turned and walked into her room. Jean
closed the door behind her and took the dress out of
its bag before she hung it up in her closet. She
turned and stared at her bed. Her bed looked lonely
and uncomfortable all of a sudden. Jean sighed and
changed into her green silk nightgown before slipping
under the white sheets.
Jean frowned, unable to sleep. She glanced at her
alarm clock and sighed. 2:56, the red light flashed.
She'd been in bed for over two hours, trying to sleep.
With a groan she climbed out of her bed and left her
room. Silently she walked down the dark hallway. She
stopped in front of one of the last doors.
Jean opened the door, quietly and walked into the
room before closing the door behind her, gently. She
leaned against the door, and watched the man in bed
Logan stirred, woken up by the sound of the door
opening and closing. He sniffed the air and then
abruptly sat up as Jean's scent reached his nose.
Logan stared at the redhead. He could see her
perfectly in the poorly lit room. "Jean, are ya
Jean's eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness in the
room as she moved across the floor and lay down in
bed with Logan. "I can't sleep." she explained,
letting her eyes wander over his broad shoulders and
chest and down his stomach, then back up, then down his
muscular arms. His hands were placed firmly against
the mattress. How she wanted those big hands on her,
touching her. Jean shuddered as her mind began to
wander. She looked back up at Logan, and smiled lazily
at him. "Still not used to sleeping alone," she
answered the unspoken question. Of course that was a
lie; she just wanted to be close to him. She wanted
him to hold her, to kiss her, to . . . Control yourself, she thought.
Logan could smell Jean's arousal. The scent was
strong, stronger then he remembered. He realized that
he'd missed the scent of an aroused Jean, a very
aroused Jean. He inhaled the scent deeply, before
leaning over her, his mouth just hovering inches above
hers. "Ya smell so *good*, Jeannie " He murmured as
his hand moved down her side, to her legs and then
inside her thighs. He watched her eyes close. He
moved his hand up, towards the place where she wanted
it most, but he moved it away.
Jean's eyes snapped open in disappointment once his hand
disappeared. He wanted to play tease. She'll
show him 'tease', but not yet. No, her revenge will
come later. Tonight she just wanted to satisfy her
craving body. She lifted her head, up off the pillow,
and captured his mouth with hers, before pulling Logan
on top of her, never breaking the kiss. She slipped
her tongue out of her mouth, glided it over his teeth
before plunging it into his mouth. Their tongues
rubbed again one another, letting the flames of
passion grow hotter.
Logan smirked lazily at the feel of a woman's body
curled up next to his, and tightened his arms around
her, slowly waking up. He inhaled deeply, and opened
his eye once he realized that it was Jean next to him,
not just some other woman. Logan elevated himself
up on an elbow and looked down upon the sleeping
redhead. She was gorgeous, of course he's always known
that, but now he got the time to really appreciate her
body, her curves, without clothes. Gently, he pulled a
strand of bright red hair from her angelic face and
let it lie against the white pillow, making the red
hair seem even brighter against the white pillow case.
Jean stirred, slowly waking up, reminding Logan how
much he hated mornings after. Was she going to look at
him with regret? Heck was she going to look at him at
all. Damn, Logan. Ya can be such an asshole
sometimes. You shouldn't have fucked her last night;
ya shoulda just moved and slept on the floor. Fuck.
She's gunna wake up and regret this, Logan thought,
watching Jean stretch against him, before opening her
eyes. And to his pleased surprise, Jean smiled at him,
bright green eyes sparkling.
"Good morning." Jean said softly, feeling the distress
come of off Logan like tidal waves.
Logan smiled down at Jean. The panic he felt just
moments before left him. "Mornin', darlin'." he
replied before gently kissing her forehead.
Jean smiled, once she felt that the distress left Logan.
She lifted her head off the pillow and looked around the
room before she lies back once more. She looked at
Logan. She could lay here all day with him and do
nothing but cuddle, kiss and have hot sex. She flushed
remembering the night before. "I should probably leave
before everyone wakes up." she suggested.
Logan nodded, agreeing with her, "A'right. I'll meet
ya down in the kitchen then." he answered, watching
Jean climb out of the bed and put her dark green
colored silk nightgown back on before she left the
room. God she was gorgeous.
Logan ran a hand through his dark colored hair, before
he stood up and went into his private bathroom for a
In her room, Jean immediately walked into her private
bathroom. Jean started the water to her bath tub and
brushed her teeth as she waited for the tub to fill
with hot water. Once she finished brushing her teeth,
Jean added about half a bottle of Bubble Bath, and
took off her green silk nightgown before she slipped
into the bath tub, reliving the night before with
Logan was an amazing lover. By far the best she's had.
But now she was being harsh towards Scott. Scott was
good too, he was gentle, but Logan Well. He was just
amazing. Jean closed her eyes and sank her head under
water for just a few seconds. After she came back up
and wiped the foam off her face, she reached for the
soap and started lathering up her arms.
Once Jean finished her bath, she drained the tub and
rinsed the foam off her body in the shower. After the
last of the foam slid of her body, she turned the
water off, and stepped out of the shower before she
wrapped a towel around her slim body. She moved in
front of the mirror, and wiped the steam off it
with her hand before she started combing her wet hair.
Jean grabbed the blow drier from the cabinet under the
sink, plugged it in and started blowing her hair dry.
Once her hair was dry, she put the blow drier away and
walked into her room.
Once Jean dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark red
t-shirt, she wandered down to the kitchen for
breakfast. She found Scott, Jamie and Logan already
down there, eating breakfast: pancakes. She grabbed a
plate with two pancakes with maple syrup and a coffee
before she joined the rest at the table.
"Where were you yesterday, Jean?" Jamie asked once
Jean sat down at the table.
Jean glanced up at Logan before looking at Jamie.
"Shopping with Logan and then out to eat." Jean
"Shopping for what?" Jamie asked. She was always so
curious. Even back when they were kids. Maybe it's a
little sister thing . . .
"Well, Logan needed a tuxedo for the wedding, and I
needed a dress." Jean replied before taking a sip from
"Jean! We coulda gone shopping together!" Jamie
"You were still sleeping, Jamie." Jean said, and
started eating her pancakes.
"You could have waited until I woke up." Jamie
Logan smirked, watching the two bickering sisters.
"Jamie, I asked Jean ta come with Me." he said before
taking a sip from his coffee.
Jamie looked at Logan, and sighed, "Fine. Whatever."
She muttered and started eating her breakfast once
more. Jamie suddenly stopped and looked at Jean.
"Wait! You've never slept in, and neither does Logan."
Jean paused and glanced at Logan. A slight blush
touched her cheeks before she looked at Jamie, "We
came home late." Jean replied. Stayed up late too, she
added mentally, and then glanced back up at Logan who
only nodded with agreement. She looked back at Jamie
who only nodded, believing her older sister and the
Canadian, and finished up her breakfast. Jean sighed
mentally and started eating her breakfast once more.
Once they finished their breakfast and coffee Jean
took Logan by the hand and dragged him up to her room.
Once Jean reached her destination Jean pushed Logan
into her bedroom and locked the door behind her, so no
one could interrupt.
"Jean, what the hell is going on?" He questioned
stumbling into the room.
Jean leaned back against the door and looked at Logan.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking." she said.
Logan raised an eyebrow in question at Jean. "And ?"
He said, wanting her to continue.
"The way I see it, this is my second chance at life,
and love." she said, closing her eyes, and taking a
"What are ya saying Jeannie?" Logan asked, advancing on
Jean opened her eyes, and looked at Logan, locking
eyes with him, "I want to give us a chance." she said
in just over a whisper.
Logan stopped in front of Jean and gently stroked her
cheek, "So do I." he replied softly.
Jean smiled at Logan and pulled his face down to hers
and kissed him. This was her second chance at life,
her second chance at love, and she was going to make
the best of it. Scott had move on, and as much as it
hurt, she knew it was for the best. For the both of them. And
Jean was going to move on with Logan. This was her