Almost Lover - Chapter 3: A Helping Hand
Title: Almost Lover
Pairing: Logan/Marie (Rogan)
Rating: PG-13
Verse: AU
Genre: Angst, Shipper, Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own X-MEN. X-MEN © Marvel
Summary: Logan has dreams about a certain heartache...one that he could've prevented.
Author's Notes: Problems soon to be fixed.
I awoke suddenly, my eyes flinging themselves open. I was covered in a cold sweat. That dream….why always that dream? I thought to myself, but then I realized something.That was never a dream, I really did say that to her. Not only that I had meant it! I swung my legs over the side of the bed and placed them on the cold hard wood floor. I then leaned forward, my elbow resting on my knee, and my hand holding my head like a catchers mitt held a ball. I replayed those memories in my head, the way she had looked, she had smelled, the way she made his heart skip a beat.
Then came the darker memories, the ones from the most recent past. Her death. I grunted. Don’t think about that you idiot, don’t do it. To late, I had been right there when it had happened, I was so close to her, I could’ve done something. I tensed. My fists were in tight balls and I was slowly turning to the other side. I was turning into the Wolverine.
“Logan?” a soft voice said from my doorway. Logan looked up to see Jean, she was in a pair of pajama shorts, and a long button-up shirt, and no doubt it was Scott’s. She looked concerned. Not that it wasn’t normal for Jean to be concerned, it was her nature. Quickly assessing the situation, Jean ran over to Logan, and placed her hands near my temples. “Logan!” She said sternly “Logan please listen to me! You can get through this! Don’t let the animal take over Logan!” she struggled with me, using her powers to calm my mind.
Slowly I progressed farther and farther away from turning to the animal side of myself. I took a deep breath, letting the oxygen set in my lungs for a few moments before I exhaled. Jean had set herself next to me on the bed. Thankfully none of the others had awakened, that was the last thing I needed. Jean was the only other person than Chuck that I really trusted. She put her hand on my back, and I continued to take deep breaths. She said nothing; she knew that I just needed to calm down a bit more.
“Jean” is said softly. She put a single finger on my lips. Signaling me not to speak. She then turned my body towards hers, and placed one hand upon my right cheek. Her eyes were full of worry, full of the need to help me. We both knew thought that there wasn’t much that could be fixed. As I looked at her concerned face I felt a strange presence in the room. It felt so much like Marie, and for one fleeting moment I thought I smelled the scent of her tangy shampoo. Jean sensed what I was feeling.
“She will never leave you Logan.” She smiled “don’t ever forget that.” With this she stood up, ran her fingers through my hair, smiled and headed for the door. She stopped just as she reached for the doorknob. She then looked back at me, the most loving look on her face. One of a mother concerned for a son. “Don’t ever hesitate to talk to me about her, or anything Logan. I’m always here for you.” She then turned and left the room.
Pairing: Logan/Marie (Rogan)
Rating: PG-13
Verse: AU
Genre: Angst, Shipper, Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own X-MEN. X-MEN © Marvel
Summary: Logan has dreams about a certain heartache...one that he could've prevented.
Author's Notes: Problems soon to be fixed.
I awoke suddenly, my eyes flinging themselves open. I was covered in a cold sweat. That dream….why always that dream? I thought to myself, but then I realized something.That was never a dream, I really did say that to her. Not only that I had meant it! I swung my legs over the side of the bed and placed them on the cold hard wood floor. I then leaned forward, my elbow resting on my knee, and my hand holding my head like a catchers mitt held a ball. I replayed those memories in my head, the way she had looked, she had smelled, the way she made his heart skip a beat.
Then came the darker memories, the ones from the most recent past. Her death. I grunted. Don’t think about that you idiot, don’t do it. To late, I had been right there when it had happened, I was so close to her, I could’ve done something. I tensed. My fists were in tight balls and I was slowly turning to the other side. I was turning into the Wolverine.
“Logan?” a soft voice said from my doorway. Logan looked up to see Jean, she was in a pair of pajama shorts, and a long button-up shirt, and no doubt it was Scott’s. She looked concerned. Not that it wasn’t normal for Jean to be concerned, it was her nature. Quickly assessing the situation, Jean ran over to Logan, and placed her hands near my temples. “Logan!” She said sternly “Logan please listen to me! You can get through this! Don’t let the animal take over Logan!” she struggled with me, using her powers to calm my mind.
Slowly I progressed farther and farther away from turning to the animal side of myself. I took a deep breath, letting the oxygen set in my lungs for a few moments before I exhaled. Jean had set herself next to me on the bed. Thankfully none of the others had awakened, that was the last thing I needed. Jean was the only other person than Chuck that I really trusted. She put her hand on my back, and I continued to take deep breaths. She said nothing; she knew that I just needed to calm down a bit more.
“Jean” is said softly. She put a single finger on my lips. Signaling me not to speak. She then turned my body towards hers, and placed one hand upon my right cheek. Her eyes were full of worry, full of the need to help me. We both knew thought that there wasn’t much that could be fixed. As I looked at her concerned face I felt a strange presence in the room. It felt so much like Marie, and for one fleeting moment I thought I smelled the scent of her tangy shampoo. Jean sensed what I was feeling.
“She will never leave you Logan.” She smiled “don’t ever forget that.” With this she stood up, ran her fingers through my hair, smiled and headed for the door. She stopped just as she reached for the doorknob. She then looked back at me, the most loving look on her face. One of a mother concerned for a son. “Don’t ever hesitate to talk to me about her, or anything Logan. I’m always here for you.” She then turned and left the room.