Title: Sharp Relief (2/?)
Series: Sequel to 'Honestly, Ok'
Genre: R/L Romance
Disclaimer: I dont own em
Summary: Logan comes home to his girl, all grown up.
Comments: I know..its short..but Im tired and am having a sever case of
Feedback: I need it to function! Feedback gets me all inspired *winkwink*
Jean silently followed Logan, as did Scott. It was hard to believe he was
back, especially after all of this time. By now everyone had pretty much
given up hope of ever hearing from the rebellious Wolverine again.
Sometimes the only thing that reminded her of his absence was Rogue. Sure,
she put up a facade...acted like a happy teenager. But there were moments
during a class, Jean would catch her staring off into a voidless space. Her
eyes were deep and surfaced both anguish and longing. Her fake smiles were
sad, not to mention that most nights screaming echoed down the corridors. It
was a nightly thing. Rogue was awakened by terrifying nightmares. Jean had
taken a mother-like stance. Running to her bedside and holding the lifeless,
sobbing woman/child. Every time her heart would ache, as the vigor and youth
that had once encircled Rogue slowly drained away.
During the day both of them would pass by each other, acting as if nothing
had transpired the following night.
The restless nightmares became much more gruesome, leading Rogue to her
current state of insomnia. Jean couldn't blame her and need not ask her what
the nightmares were about. During an idle lunch break one afternoon, she had
probed farther into Rogue's mind..peeking at the dream sequence. Basically
the horrible images were the long drawn out memories she had picked from
Logan's mind so long ago. The two mutants were connected and the young
Doctor couldn't do anything but pity Rogue. She had already matured far
beyond her years...experienced enough pain - the last thing she needed was
Logan haunting her memories.
It wasn't out of the ordinary to find the now-nocturnal Rogue, pacing the
floor at all hours of the night, or sitting in quiet recollection outside on
a bench. Professor Xavier had even begun to worry..his mind constantly
roaming for new ideas, something to distract the powerful girl. All attempts
had proven useless.
Within moments, Jean was shot from her reverie as Logan spoke.
"Things really haven't changed.." he shot a look back at the both of them. "I
take it you two are still...together?"
"More than together Logan...we're married.." Scott beamed, a smug grin on his
Disappointment flooded Logan's senses, perhaps a bit of anger, jealousy.
"Well..I always said her taste in men left something to be desired.." he
Once again, Jean felt thrown in the middle. She wanted more than anything to
just suck all of the tension from the room - impossible.
"We would have invited you Logan...but we didn't want to bother you. You
were looking for answers....me and Scott didn't want to stop you on your
quest for the truth.."
"Actually, I just didn't want you at the wedding.." Scott was shut up as
Jean's elbow slammed into his ribs.
*Remind me not to cross that line again* he thought, his torso now sorely
"Ow! What was that for.."
"-Like- I have to tell you..."
A self satisfied Wolverine beamed at Jean's physical scolding. *Got to love
how she takes control..*
"No problem..I'm not one for those..formal parties..tuxes and all. It's not
my style.." he lightened the atmosphere. Logan brushed off the
disappointment. So, she was taken now...but the cockiest guy in the
world...she was taken before..but a wedding ring for Logan was like a huge
shield. He just didn't go there. It was fine with him..Jean was a beautiful
woman, but not the one who had occupied his thoughts for six years.
"In all seriousness though...congratulations..who better to deflate
Scotty-boys ego than you Jean.."
Of course Logan was not about to compliment someone without the mandatory
smartass remark, although Scott did seem a little surprised that his plan to
piss Logan off had backfired.
A nervous feeling settled in his stomach soon enough though. It was time to
find out what he really needed to.
"So, is Rogue still here.." Logan asked unsurely. For all he knew she may
have totally moved on...might be pissed at his return, He had been gone a
Too scared to write or call her, he had always been afraid that the sound of
her voice would weak him and he would have packed his bags and come home as
soon as possible. He couldn't begin to risk it. Maybe six years would
toughen his once, breechless inner walls.
Inevitable. Both Jean and Scott had expected Logan to be anxious about Rogue.
"She's still here..."
Logan didn't like for a second how sad Jean's voice sounded. Was something
wrong with Rogue? Or did she just pity him, knowing he wouldn't like what he
"I can talk to her tomorrow...Don't tell her I'm here though..".
Lifting his bag over one shoulder he prepared to walk up the flight of
stairs, and get some sleep in a vacant room.
"Or you could just tell her your here now.." Scott drawled.
"Isn't she sleeping?" Logan searched both of their eyes. "I mean...it's 4 in
the morning...she's not possibly awake..."
Jean just pointed towards a half closed door at the other side of the room.
He knew where the door led- to a large lounging area. To say the least he
was shocked Rogue would be up at this hour. The father instinct that was
almost always dormant, except when it came to Rogue's well-being, kicked in
and as his feet carried toward the room, he had quite the nerve to yell at
her and make sure she got to bed -now-.
Jean and Scott only looked at each other. Both of them weren't sure what to
make of Logan's return...didn't know how Rogue would react. What happened if
Logan left again? No, too many questions. It was too early and they could
all deal with this tomorrow. Jean followed Scott back up the stairs, casting
one more motherly look through the balcony bars. It was only natural to be
worried. These days she had to be wary of Rogue's feelings.