Author: Descena PM
Jean is trying recover from a break up and while doing so, relives her past relationships in believing that there's something wrong with her, and has become wary of men in general. Enter Logan. Love has never been easy before.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Wolverine & Jean G. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 15,694 - Reviews: 47 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 01-16-08 - Published: 09-03-07 - id: 3765843
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Fight This Feeling
Two weeks. It had been two weeks since he had heard from Jean. Logan knew that Ororo had reached Jean threw her cell phone and Jean had told her that she was spending time with her family, which she had cleared through the Professor. So, Logan's hair had grown back, and he had been in a foul mood every since. Ororo had felt bad. She didn't know the whole story between Logan and Jean, and though she wanted too, she chose to stay out of out and avoid Logan's wrath. As Ororo prepared her breakfast, she looked up as Scott walked in, greeting her.
"Where's Logan?" he asked, grabbing something to drink from the fridge.
Ororo shrugged. "Dunno," she answered simply.
Scott raised his eyebrows. "Don't care either, do you?" he smirked.
Ororo gave him a small grin. "How'd you know?"
Scott gave a short shrug. "I just did. What's going on between them?"
Once more, Ororo shook her head. "I don't know. All I know is that its very, very, very complicated."
"You know," Scott said, "one very was enough."
Ororo shook her head. "Not for Jean and Logan it isn't."
"What do you think is going to happen when Jean comes back?" he asked, taking a seat at the counter.
Ororo sighed. "I'm not entirely sure," she said honestly. "And I really don't think I want to know."
"Uh-huh," Scott mumbled as they heard a door open and close. "Well, looks like we're going to find out."
Ororo followed Scott out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the foyer to meet Jean, who dropped a small bag, and grin at her two best friends who hugged her. "Welcome back," Ororo said, hugging her. "How was it?"
"It was… insightful," Jean said, breaking the hug with Ororo to hug Scott.
"Well, apparently everyone but Ororo, Remy and Logan knew you were leaving," Scott told Jean who grimaced.
"Marie didn't tell Logan?" she asked.
"No," Ororo answered. "I wasn't aware that she was supposed too."
Jean closed her eyes, groaning slightly, as she said, "Well, she told me she was and I couldn't find him before I left…"
"You still should've called him or something, Jean," Ororo explained. "Two weeks is a long time. Especially in your case."
Jean raised her eyebrow. "My case?" she repeated.
Scott cleared his throat. "I'll just take your bag upstairs," he said, not wanting to get in the middle of anything between the two. Taking the bag, he rushed up the stairs as Jean folded her arms across her chest.
"What are you talking about?" she asked her friend.
Ororo sighed. "Logan actually shaved and cut his hair to take you out on a really romantic date before you left," she told the red head. "He was beside himself when he realized you left."
Jean blinked. "He did what now?" she asked, shocked.
Ororo waved her hand. "It doesn't matter now," she said, "he grew it all back within three hours." Ororo glanced at Jean. "What's going on between you two?" she asked.
Jean shrugged as she began to walk, Ororo beside her. "I don't know," she confessed. "I mean…Logan tells me that he loves me but…"
Ororo raised her eyebrows, not quite following where Jean was heading. "But…what?"
"It's Logan," Jean said. "And he's not like that."
"Maybe you don't know him as well as you think you do," Ororo defended.
Jean shook her head. "No, I know guys like him. I thought Scott and I were meant to be together and look how wrong I was about that."
"Jean, Scott is completely different from Logan."
"My point exactly!" Jean exclaimed. "I don't fall for guys like Logan."
"So, what are you saying?" Ororo asked.
Jean shrugged. "I think Logan and I are just better off being friends and teammates."
"Come on, Jean," Ororo said, grabbing her friends arm and making Jean face her. "You don't mean that."
Jean's face was set. "Don't I?" she challenged. "I don't want to get hurt again."
"But how will you know if you don't take the risk?" Ororo countered.
"I'm better off being safe than sorry," she said quietly, before she walked away, leaving Ororo stunned and dazed.
"What're you doing here?" she asked.
Logan shrugged, making his way into the room. "Well, I knew when you came back but I figured I'd give ya some time to yerself."
Jean nodded. "Thanks," she said as she went back to her task.
After a few minutes, Logan inhaled deeply. "Jeannie, we need to talk."
Jean stood up, closing her drawer, and shook her head. "No, we don't." Logan looked at her confused. "Look Logan…I don't know what kind of game your trying to play with me…"
He shook his head, his face in disbelief. "I'm not tryin' to play any game," he said.
"Well, you can't just tell someone that you love them!" she protested.
"Why not? It's the truth!"
"Maybe," Jean said, "but we don't know each other that well. Logan, we've known each other for a few months, and it's not even on a friendly base."
Logan raised his brow. "What're ya talkin' 'bout?"
"Scott and I knew each other for years before we started dating," she explained. "We friends for a long time and we knew everything about each other and even so, the words I love you never came out for awhile."
"I can't deny what I feel for ya," Logan said.
"And I can't lie and tell you I feel something for you when I don't," Jean came back, watching Logan's face fall. "If there will ever be anything between us, it has to be more than lust," Jean said. "We have to be good friends before we move onto something serious."
Logan shook his head, looking down. "I ain't the type of person to stay in one place for too long," he confessed.
Jean shrugged, giving him a pained smile. "Then I guess we already know where you stand than, huh?"
Logan looked up at Jean and gave a small, pained nod, before he turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him. Once he left, Jean let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Though it broke her heart, she had to do the right thing. She wouldn't give into this feeling of lust. She was stronger than that. She wouldn't be hurt by another man again; even if it meant lying to herself.