Logan might eat a lot, but that didn't mean he took long to do it. And with Jean waiting for him, fresh from the showers, he wasted no time getting back.
As soon as he entered the female dorms, he heard her voice, and she wasn't happy. Logan wondered briefly if Olivia had started to complain about him sleeping in the room - which he could respect, though he wasn't planning on going anywhere - but even that shouldn't make Jean as, well... as pissed off as she was sounding.
He stopped to listen at the door, not even sure why he didn't just walk in as he had done a dozen times before. It might've been the scent of the other male that stopped him - though he wasn't expecting anything like that. What he heard was at least as unexpected, though.
It wasn't Jean. That was all Logan could think. It wasn't her. The words barely even sunk in, but the tone, the raw anger... In nothing did they resemble the Jean he knew. He wouldn't even have thought she was capable of being this way - and that raised more questions than he cared to deal with
( ... )
She went over and over in her head how to deal with the Logan stuff, but nothing came. She was usually so easy at cutting ties, ending things, boxing them up and calling it a day. It was easy for her to not care.
That wasn't the case with Logan. Whatever it was between the two of them, she was more invested than she thought she was.
She really did love the guy.
Fuck.
It was a few hours later, and Logan hadn't come back. And this caused her worry. Jean was pissed off that it caused her worry. Still too leery about opening her mind to search for him, she got out of bed, poking her head out into the hall. Jean wandered toward the mess, pushing the door open on the abandoned kitchen.
She moved across the hall, opening the door to the rec room, seeing Logan there on the couch. She saw the look on his face, and was suddenly incredibly confused. And she kicked herself in the ass when she met the reinforced mental barrier she'd helped him with.
FUCK."Hey, baby. You okay?" Her brows knit in serious concern, honest concern, something
( ... )
Logan's mind had wandered in a thousand different directions, until he hardly knew what he was thinking anymore. The mental block had been the one constant. He needed to keep it up, needed to keep these thoughts from Jean, no matter what. It wasn't that he was afraid it was true, what people said about Jean; it was the chance that they were wrong. They had to be wrong. And if Jean caught him thinking they might be right... that would be horrible. There was no worse way to betray her, to take everything she and him felt for each other and throw it to pieces. And yet... he couldn't help doubting. He couldn't ignore this. Not anymore
( ... )
Jean let her hand rest against his forearm, her brows knitting a little lower. She was irritated that she couldn't pluck what was bothering him from his head, and know how to work around it, how to play him. But it kept her honest. It showed her the concern she felt for him wasn't something she'd made up in her mind.
"C'mon, I can tell something's bothering you. What's up?" She shifted closer to him on the couch, until she was butted against his side. The hand not holding his arm slid along his back, up into his hair. "Talk to me."
He didn't move away, didn't do anything to stop her reaching out to him. He wanted her to. It was almost as if their love for each other was a separate thing, not related to anything that might be happening to them or going on around them, and knowing it was there was a comfort somehow.
He glanced at her hand on his arm, then looked up at her. "I heard you an' that guy, fighting."
Jean hadn't expected that. She'd been so wound up in her fight with Manuel that she hadn't noticed Logan might've been close. And this was why it was dangerous for her not to have that telepathic net up, the one that told her whenever a mutant mind was near her. There was a reason she'd started doing it in the first place.
"Oh." Her expression shifted slightly as she worked on how she was going to lie her way out of this. She had to lie. "What'd you hear?"
"Something about him owing you. 'Bout him messing up your plans." The first bit was worrying enough; the second was... just too suggestive of the evil schemer people made Jean out to be. Looking away, Logan tilted his head a little, raising his eyebrows. "You were pretty pissed off."
It was his none-too-subtle way of asking what the fight had been about without asking. There was something wrong with the whole thing. That Jean had got so pissed off at someone Logan didn't even know she knew was a concern, and it didn't help that the confrontation had taken place in her room. That was private - and that was their space. Maybe it shouldn't matter, but it did. It made everything even more Logan's business.
"Yeah... I was pissed off." Shit. She scrambled to figure out what it was she had to tell him, what would calm him down, set him off suspicion of her. Which was annoying; this was the second time she'd racked her brain for reason to throw Logan off finding out who she really was. She never put in that much effort.
What Manuel had pulled up in her hadn't been pretense, nor something fake. It was magnified, yes, but not foreign. It was shifting her perceptions of what she needed to do, wanted to do.
"The 'my plans' thing... That was me being overdramatic. But... You remember that loop thing that happened to me?" She had to tread carefully. She didn't know what Martini had seen of her future, specifically, and didn't want to set Logan after him, since he was already pissed off with the nutjob's boyfriend. "I've been trying to... get payback for that. And I know, I shouldn't, but that was just so horrible... I'll stop though." As she looked at him, she realized just how much she meant that statement
( ... )
With that explanation, Logan's whole demeanor changed.
"You know who did it?"
He really wasn't looking for Jean to back off getting payback; whoever had done that to her deserved everything they got. He didn't understand why she hadn't gone to him for help, though. Surely she knew he would do anything for her - and, in this case, gladly. She was his, now, and he looked after his own.
She nodded a little, not sure if she wanted to set Logan on Martini's path. Martini might have already gotten on Logan's bad side, but the annoying little fucker did seem to be able to take care of himself. He'd locked Jean up for a good couple hours, hours that she probably wouldn't have spent in that state of mind. It allowed her time to realize just how good Logan was.
It was Martini's fault she was in love with Logan.
Brushing that thought away, she stared at Logan. "No, it wasn't Manuel. But yes, I know who it was. And I don't want you going after him for me. He messed with me, not you. So. I'd asked Manuel to help me, but... he didn't like that idea. And I'd helped him first. He knows what I can do, and asked me to help him with his girlfriend..." Jean hung her head, letting her shoulders drop.
"I'm not proud of what I did for him, but he was supposed to help me, and he didn't... So I undid what I helped him with." At least some of that held some ring of truth to it. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Logan."
"Jeannie... If he messed with you, he did mess with me."
He cared very little about Jean's business with Manuel right now; this was far more important. It had been horrible seeing Jean completely broken when she was stuck in a loop, and, one way or another, whoever had done it would get what was coming to him.
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"It doesn't matter who it was Logan. I'm letting it go. And so should you. It doesn't matter."
It very much did matter, and she was going to get her revenge on Martini when the time was right. But for some reason, she didn't want Logan involved. She put it off once again to the same reasons she'd given in her head for why she pulled him off Ric. He needed to keep the hell away from the brig, and even father away from Victor when he was out.
"You're not going to get into any more shit because of me, okay?"
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Logan growled a little and looked away. He couldn't make Jean tell him if she didn't want to, but it hurt that she clearly didn't want to. He wanted to help her. Wasn't that how they'd got together in the first place? And now he could finally really do something for her, she was shutting him out?
He didn't like it. He didn't like any of it. Things were going on that he didn't know about - things that involved people he cared about - and it annoyed the hell out of him. It made him feel powerless. And it didn't help his budding suspicions either.
She could tell he was upset she wasn't telling him. And why she was protecting Martini after what he'd done to her, she damned well didn't know. Jean reached over and placed a hand on his jaw, tilting his face back toward hers. Her brow knit, and she leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"It was Martini." Her voice was a bare whisper, and she somehow regretted telling him. Jean needed Logan to know she trusted him, wanted his help, wanted him to know how important he was to her... And she also needed a rock-solid alibi for the reason Manuel was in her room.
"I'm sorry I haven't told you this, Logan... I just don't want you to get into any more trouble for me." She looked into his eyes, her brow knit.
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He didn't resist her touch, moving with her hand until she kissed his cheek. His eyes briefly closed at that, only to shoot open when she gave him a name after all.
It was a bigger relief than he would have expected it to be, that she told him anyway. As for who it was, Logan couldn't say he was surprised. He'd always known the nutjob was a grade A asshole. And while Logan wouldn't particularly enjoy beating the shit out of him... better it was Martini than someone else.
"Can't just let him get away with it."
It wasn't as if he was looking to get in trouble, but it was as simple as that; if Martini thought he could do things like that to Jean for no reason (it never occurred to Logan that Martini might have had a reason, let alone a valid one), he needed to be taught a lesson. Jean had been through a lot lately, and none of it would get the slightest chance of happening again if Logan could help it.
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"Logan, no." She leaned into him a little more, her forehead resting against his, trying to solidify that connection between them. It was strange behavior to her, wanting the contact between the two of them for no other reason than to have it.
"Just leave it alone. It's not worth you getting into trouble over." She huffed a sigh. "I'm trying to just let it go. I undid what Manuel asked me to do, so he owes me nothing anymore. It's over. I can ignore Martini." Jean slid her hand over Logan's cheek and into his hair, rubbing her forehead against his.
As soon as he entered the female dorms, he heard her voice, and she wasn't happy. Logan wondered briefly if Olivia had started to complain about him sleeping in the room - which he could respect, though he wasn't planning on going anywhere - but even that shouldn't make Jean as, well... as pissed off as she was sounding.
He stopped to listen at the door, not even sure why he didn't just walk in as he had done a dozen times before. It might've been the scent of the other male that stopped him - though he wasn't expecting anything like that. What he heard was at least as unexpected, though.
It wasn't Jean. That was all Logan could think. It wasn't her. The words barely even sunk in, but the tone, the raw anger... In nothing did they resemble the Jean he knew. He wouldn't even have thought she was capable of being this way - and that raised more questions than he cared to deal with ( ... )
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That wasn't the case with Logan. Whatever it was between the two of them, she was more invested than she thought she was.
She really did love the guy.
Fuck.
It was a few hours later, and Logan hadn't come back. And this caused her worry. Jean was pissed off that it caused her worry. Still too leery about opening her mind to search for him, she got out of bed, poking her head out into the hall. Jean wandered toward the mess, pushing the door open on the abandoned kitchen.
She moved across the hall, opening the door to the rec room, seeing Logan there on the couch. She saw the look on his face, and was suddenly incredibly confused. And she kicked herself in the ass when she met the reinforced mental barrier she'd helped him with.
FUCK."Hey, baby. You okay?" Her brows knit in serious concern, honest concern, something ( ... )
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"C'mon, I can tell something's bothering you. What's up?" She shifted closer to him on the couch, until she was butted against his side. The hand not holding his arm slid along his back, up into his hair. "Talk to me."
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He glanced at her hand on his arm, then looked up at her. "I heard you an' that guy, fighting."
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"Oh." Her expression shifted slightly as she worked on how she was going to lie her way out of this. She had to lie. "What'd you hear?"
She couldn't lose him.
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It was his none-too-subtle way of asking what the fight had been about without asking. There was something wrong with the whole thing. That Jean had got so pissed off at someone Logan didn't even know she knew was a concern, and it didn't help that the confrontation had taken place in her room. That was private - and that was their space. Maybe it shouldn't matter, but it did. It made everything even more Logan's business.
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What Manuel had pulled up in her hadn't been pretense, nor something fake. It was magnified, yes, but not foreign. It was shifting her perceptions of what she needed to do, wanted to do.
"The 'my plans' thing... That was me being overdramatic. But... You remember that loop thing that happened to me?" She had to tread carefully. She didn't know what Martini had seen of her future, specifically, and didn't want to set Logan after him, since he was already pissed off with the nutjob's boyfriend. "I've been trying to... get payback for that. And I know, I shouldn't, but that was just so horrible... I'll stop though." As she looked at him, she realized just how much she meant that statement ( ... )
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"You know who did it?"
He really wasn't looking for Jean to back off getting payback; whoever had done that to her deserved everything they got. He didn't understand why she hadn't gone to him for help, though. Surely she knew he would do anything for her - and, in this case, gladly. She was his, now, and he looked after his own.
"Was it him - the Spanish guy?"
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It was Martini's fault she was in love with Logan.
Brushing that thought away, she stared at Logan. "No, it wasn't Manuel. But yes, I know who it was. And I don't want you going after him for me. He messed with me, not you. So. I'd asked Manuel to help me, but... he didn't like that idea. And I'd helped him first. He knows what I can do, and asked me to help him with his girlfriend..." Jean hung her head, letting her shoulders drop.
"I'm not proud of what I did for him, but he was supposed to help me, and he didn't... So I undid what I helped him with." At least some of that held some ring of truth to it. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Logan."
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He cared very little about Jean's business with Manuel right now; this was far more important. It had been horrible seeing Jean completely broken when she was stuck in a loop, and, one way or another, whoever had done it would get what was coming to him.
"Who was it?"
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It very much did matter, and she was going to get her revenge on Martini when the time was right. But for some reason, she didn't want Logan involved. She put it off once again to the same reasons she'd given in her head for why she pulled him off Ric. He needed to keep the hell away from the brig, and even father away from Victor when he was out.
"You're not going to get into any more shit because of me, okay?"
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He didn't like it. He didn't like any of it. Things were going on that he didn't know about - things that involved people he cared about - and it annoyed the hell out of him. It made him feel powerless. And it didn't help his budding suspicions either.
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"It was Martini." Her voice was a bare whisper, and she somehow regretted telling him. Jean needed Logan to know she trusted him, wanted his help, wanted him to know how important he was to her... And she also needed a rock-solid alibi for the reason Manuel was in her room.
"I'm sorry I haven't told you this, Logan... I just don't want you to get into any more trouble for me." She looked into his eyes, her brow knit.
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It was a bigger relief than he would have expected it to be, that she told him anyway. As for who it was, Logan couldn't say he was surprised. He'd always known the nutjob was a grade A asshole. And while Logan wouldn't particularly enjoy beating the shit out of him... better it was Martini than someone else.
"Can't just let him get away with it."
It wasn't as if he was looking to get in trouble, but it was as simple as that; if Martini thought he could do things like that to Jean for no reason (it never occurred to Logan that Martini might have had a reason, let alone a valid one), he needed to be taught a lesson. Jean had been through a lot lately, and none of it would get the slightest chance of happening again if Logan could help it.
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"Just leave it alone. It's not worth you getting into trouble over." She huffed a sigh. "I'm trying to just let it go. I undid what Manuel asked me to do, so he owes me nothing anymore. It's over. I can ignore Martini." Jean slid her hand over Logan's cheek and into his hair, rubbing her forehead against his.
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