Laying To Rest

Laying To Rest
Chapter 2: Jean and Logan

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Logan roared into the X-mansion on his motorcycle after another prolonged excursion from the mansion. It seemed as though he was taking a lot of these excursions lately. He was hanging around the X-men a lot less and going off to do his own thing. He lost count of how many Danger Room sessions he missed, but he could care less. Even though the Xavier Institute was the only home he knew, it was getting harder to be around for one simple reason. And that reason came in the form of a beautiful redhead he was in love with, but who didn’t love him back.

Logan had two great loves in his life. The first was Mariko, the woman he almost married, but was forced to kill at her pleading. The second was Jean Grey, the woman whose friendship he deeply treasured but whose heart belonged to someone else. Now Jeannie was getting married to Scott Summers, a man he clashed with but respected a great deal. Jean loved Scott with all her heart and Scott loved her back. And there was no way he could compete with that.

He had never seen Jean so happy. The buzz about their upcoming wedding was huge. Yet it tore at his heart because it meant she was officially off limits. Pursuing her was no longer a viable option because it would only hurt her. Her heart belonged to another man and he would just have to accept it.

“Wolvie!” exclaimed a chipper voice as he entered, “You’re back!”

“Hey Jubes,” he muttered, “Just passing by.”

“What? Don’t tell me you’re leaving again! You’ll miss the wedding!” said Jubilee.

“Yeah…what a shame.”

Logan stormed off towards his room, leaving Jubilee behind to worry. She was about to pursue him, but Rogue came by and stopped her.

“Let him go, sugah,” she said.

“But…” complained the younger girl.

“Trust meh,” said the southern born mutant, “It’s best not to push someone when ya don’t understand what they’re goin through.”

Jubilee looked up the stairs and watched Logan disappear into the upper levels. A solemn look fell upon her face. She and Wolverine had always been close. It pained her to see him so miserable. But Rogue was right. No matter how much she cared for him, she could never understand his plight. He had to work this out on his own terms.

With his hands in his pockets, Logan made his way to his room. He planned to rest a bit, tear the Danger Room up, and leave again. This time he was going to stay gone until the wedding was over. He knew Jean wanted him there, but he just couldn’t bear it. He was working on a note to leave her and Scott. It wasn’t much, but it would let her know he still cared. The sooner this wedding was over with, the sooner he could move on.

Then, as he entered his room and slammed the door behind him, an unexpected presence was waiting for him.

“Hey…” said Jean Grey with a warm smile, “I was beginning to worry I wouldn’t see you again before the wedding.”

Logan’s was caught off guard. There she was, the woman he was in love with, casually sitting at the foot of his bed in casual blue jeans and a red T-shirt. He had hoped to avoid her, but that was exceptionally hard when dealing with a psychic.

“Jeannie…” he stammered, “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you,” she said, getting off the bed, “I was hoping we could talk.”

Logan held back a curse. She was about to be married off to another man. Talking was the last thing he wanted to do.

“I know you’ve been avoiding me,” Jean went on.

“Now why would I want to do that, Red?” said Logan incredulously.

“Please be serious, Logan,” said Jean, her expression shifting, “Don’t make this any harder than it already is.”

That look on her face was difficult for Logan to ignore. He took a deep breath and put on an honest look.

“Sorry Jeannie,” he said, “I’ve just been a little off lately.”

“I know,” said Jean folding her arms and diverting her gaze, “You’ve been running around tearing into anything that’ll distract you. You don’t think I notice, but I do. And honestly, I’ve been avoiding you too these past few weeks as well.”

“Good to know we were on the same page,” he commented bitterly, “So what made you change your mind?”

Jean took a deep breath. She had a lot of mixed feelings about this man and what she was about to do would surely bring many of those feelings to surface. But she was determined to see this through. She owed that much to herself and to Logan.

“Scott and I had a talk last night,” she began, “With just one week before our wedding we’ve been going over every possible detail of our relationship to make sure we go to the altar without any doubts. You know full well that we’ve had some pretty major things come between us over the years.”

“That’s a hell of an understatement,” said Logan.

“I won’t argue that,” conceded Jean. “But that’s why we want to confront them. Scott and I are serious about this marriage. We want our relationship to be strong through any tribulations we may face. Part of that is putting the past behind us and focus on building a future together. And part of that past involves people we still have feelings for.”

Jean moved in closer to Logan. The look in her eyes and the expression on her face cried out to him. It put a dent in every emotional barrier he had around himself.

“Look Jeannie…” said Logan, trying hard to maintain his poise, “You know how much you mean to me. I’d go to Hell and back for you.”

“I know,” she said in a sincere tone, “You mean a lot to me too, Logan. Over the years we’ve had our moments together.”

“You talking about the times we kissed?”

“I’m talking about everything,” said Jean, reaching forth and gently caressing his face.

Logan’s demeanor shifted. Her warm touch sent shivers through his body. He didn’t flinch in the face of Apocalypse. He didn’t flinch in the face of the Phoenix. But he couldn’t maintain his strong poise under the gentle touch of this woman.

“I know you have feelings for me,” she said softly, “And I want you to know I don’t regret those moments.”

“Me neither,” said Logan, “And I don’t want them to stop.”

“They have to, Logan,” said Jean seriously, “I’m going to be a married woman soon.”

“I can’t help it, darlin’!” he exclaimed, “I’m in love with you! I know it’s wrong! And I know you don’t feel the same way! But that’s how it is! I’d change it if I could, but I can’t! I don’t know why, but I just can’t!”

His words struck her hard. Jean had long known his feelings for her were serious, but hearing him say those words made it all the more difficult. She cared deeply for this man. She never wanted to hurt him, but she had to do this. It was important to both of them.

“I’m sorry, Logan,” she said in a deep, emotional tone, “But being in love with someone and not knowing why isn’t love. Honesty, I don’t know what that is.”

“And what you have with One-eye is different?” said Logan, hiding his pain.

“Yes,” replied Jean honestly, “I know I love Scott. I know he’s the one because we share something we can’t share with anybody else. It’s not just something you feel. It’s a bit more complicated than that. You should know too. Mariko was…”

But Jean stopped herself in mid-sentence. She remembered how sensitive Logan was to the mere mention of her name. She scorned herself for even going there, but Logan didn’t show his reaction to the mention of his dead love.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” she began.

“Nah, it’s okay, Jeannie,” he assured her, “You’re right. I do know the feeling. And I can see it in you and Summers.”

“Yet you still feel it for me?” said Jean, sounding somewhat confused.

“Yeah, I know. It’s crazy,” he sighed, “I wish I could explain it. All I know I feel for you. That’s just how it is.”

There was a silence between them. It was almost humorous for Jean and Logan. So much confusion boiled down to something so simple. Jean smiled at her friend, running her hand through his burly facial hair. It brought a rare smile to Logan’s face as well. It felt good to get that out. But Jean wasn’t done yet.

“Well for the sake of honesty, I am attracted to you.”

“That I already knew,” grinned Logan.

“Oh? And how do you figure?”

“Easy. When we kissed you enjoyed it…more than you’d ever admit.”

Jean blushed at his words, but didn’t deny them.

“But I understand if there wasn’t anything more to it.”

“That’s not true, Logan,” she said, still blushing, “There were feelings involved. It may not have been love, but it was there and it meant something to me…which kind of brings me to the other reason why I’m here.”

Logan grew more curious as the expression on Jean’s face shifted. This was the awkward part she was dreading. But the sooner they got it out of the way, the sooner they could do what they had to do.

“Logan…” she began in a wary tone, “I don’t want to have any doubts before my wedding. Scott and I agreed that if we’re to leave the past behind us, we need to work out the feelings we still have for others. And you and I still have…issues.”

Jean’s face blushed profusely. Logan looked at her strangely. He was also getting some strange scents from her. Logan wasn’t sure what she was getting at, but the look on her faced remained serious. She just struggled to get it out.

“Issues?” he said with a confused look, “What the hell are you talkin’ about, Jeannie?”

Jean bit her lip. Once she took this step, there was no going back. Her body was urging her on while her mind maintained control. Even though she and Scott agreed this was okay, this was not something to take lightly. If she was to truly work out the feelings she had for this man, she needed to make it count. She was through mincing words. It was now or never. Rather than stammer her way through the words, she let her actions do the talking.

“I’m talking…about this.”

What happen next shocked Logan to the core. In one swift motion, Jean Grey threw her arms around his neck and crashed her lips against his. And it wasn’t just some soft, friendly kiss. She put real passion into it. Immediately, Logan was intoxicated by the sweet taste of her lips. In the past he had been the one to make bold moves. But this was all Jean. And when they parted, he was in a beleaguered daze.

“Jean…” he said at a loss for words.

“Let’s have one more moment together, Logan,” she said, pressing her body against his, “Have sex with me right here in your bed. Just one time…you and me. That way we can lay our feelings to rest once and for all.”

Her words echoed in his mind. Jean Grey, the woman he felt so strongly for, asked him to have sex with her. He had to be dreaming. There was no other way. But as he slipped his hands around her hips and felt her shapely body in his arms, he knew it was real. Yet still, he hesitated.

“Are you sure?” he asked her seriously, reaching forth and touching her beautiful face.

“I’m sure,” she affirmed with a warm smile.

“And Scott’s okay with it?”

“We talked about it. Rest assured, he’ll enjoy his moments as well.”

Logan actually laughed at that. Never in a million years did he think someone like Summers would be up for something like this. But if that’s how they wanted to do this, then who was he to judge?

“So how about it?” said Jean, sliding her hand down his manly chest, “Do you want to do this?”

“For a moment with you, Jeannie…I’d do anything.”

Jean smiled at his words and sank into his embrace. No more words were spoken as she set aside her remaining doubts and finally succumbed to her lust for this man. Logan slipped his hands down to her waist and pulled her into a deep kiss. He stopped holding back and gave in to his desires, embracing the woman he could never have.

Hands roamed and lips wrestled. Logan hungrily assaulted her lips with his, eagerly sliding his hands down the curves of her body. Jean let out a deep moan, growing deeply aroused by his actions. Still lip locked, Jean held onto his neck and jumped him, wrapping her legs around him and letting her body grind against his burly form. Logan used his imposing strength to hold her up, slipping his hands onto her butt and guiding her to the bed.

They collapsed on the unkempt mattress, kissing passionately and touching each other with increasing lust. Jean legs were tightly wrapped around his torso, allowing their bodies to grind together and build arousal. She could already feel an erection bulging from his pants and he could smell her wetness between her legs. Clothes started coming off. Logan’s shirt was the first to go followed by Jean’s. He was pleasantly surprised to find out that she wasn’t wearing a bra and grinned at the sight of her perfect breasts. The animal within him was drawn into her beauty as he grasped the fleshy orbs and eagerly kissed along her cleavage.

“Logan…” gasped Jean, warm shots of pleasure shooting through her body.

Her moans fueled Logan’s growing lust. He hungrily squeezed her breasts and sucked on her erect nipples. Jean closed her eyes to absorb the sensations, which were making her wetter by the second. Logan sensed this and swiftly trailed his lips further down, moving onto her jeans.

“Off…take them off!” she urged.

Logan grinned as he let out a hungry grunt as he undid her pants. He swiftly yanked them off, leaving Jean was only in a pair of black panties. Then she took the initiative, shooting up and kissing down his manly build while rubbing the bulge over his black pants. He let out lustful grunts as he continued to fondle her breasts. It took a moment to work around his erection, but she managed to undo his pants and gave them a firm tug. Logan did the rest, throwing off his pants along with his boxers so he was completely naked.

Jean gasped at the sight of his fully erect cock. It was so hard and ready. Wet streaks of arousal were trailing down her inner thighs. All the lustful energy he projected was affecting her. She was just as much in heat as Logan.

“Mmm…you smell so good, Jeannie,” he grunted as he pinned her to the bed and spread her legs, “I want to remember it forever.”

Logan then buried his face in her cunt, smelling and licking over her wet panties. Jean cried out in a lustful gasp. He was so hungry for her. It was like he wanted to devour her whole. He kissed around her inner thighs, tasting her sweet nectar. He was intoxicated with lust. He craved this woman’s flesh and she craved his.

“Ohhhhh…so hot,” gasped Jean, “Go ahead. Take them off.”

With a husky grin, Logan was happy to oblige. He trailed his lips to just above her navel and grasped the sides of her panties. And with lustful efficiency, he slid them down her legs and tossed them aside. Now she was lying under him, completely naked. She looked so beautiful. Every curve was so elegant and gracious. And he could tell she wanted him. The lips of her pussy were swollen with arousal. She was ready for him and he was ready for her.

“Damn you’re beautiful,” said Logan, caressing her face with one hand and fondling her inner thighs with the other.

“Logan…” she said in a deep tone, “I want it so bad.”

“So do I.”

Logan had waited a long time for this. For years he lusted for this woman, but he always held himself back because her heart belonged to someone else. Even though that hadn’t changed, she was giving herself to him for one memorable moment and Logan was going to make it count.

Propping himself on his forearms, Logan hovered over Jean’s naked body and hungrily kissed her lips. Jean wrapped her legs around his torso and held onto his neck, purring at the feeling of his hairy body rubbing against her naked skin. He was poised to enter her as his hard member rubbed against her wet entrance. The former living weapon then dug his feet into the bed and thrust forward, pushing his hard penis into her wet vagina. Jean let out a sharp gasp of delight as her body contorted to the feeling.

“Oh God!” she gasped, holding onto him tighter.

“Mmm Jeannie! Oh Jeannie!” grunted Logan.

Her pussy was ecstasy. It was everything Logan ever dreamed it would be. She was so hot and tight. He began working his cock inside her, thrusting forward and laterally working his body against hers. Jean gasped with each motion, tensing her legs and panting every time his cock slammed into her. His mating drive was taking over. The animal was dominant and the rational man was snuffed out. There was no building to the pace. Logan was fucking her in a fervent rhythm in short order. The bed rocked as lustful moans filled the room. With every thrust, Logan dug his feet into the bed even harder and slammed his pelvis against hers. His hard cock thrashed inside her pussy, hitting pleasure nerves everywhere and sending waves of hot sensations up through her body. It was a moment of pure lust. Jean and Logan were finally giving into their desires.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-Logan! Oh Logan! So good! It feels so good!” cried Jean, lifting her hips to supplement each one of his thrusts.

“Rah! Rah! Rah! Jeannie!” grunted Logan.

He pounded into her harder, the sound of his skin slapping against hers filling the room with a lustful aura. Jean was nearing an orgasm and Logan couldn’t hold back much longer. He hungrily kissed her lips while she raked her nails along his back, feeling his sweat mix with hers. Logan stepped up the pace of his thrusting, pushing them both to the brink. He closed his eyes and grunted hard as the feeling drew near. Jean felt it too, tightening her vice grip with her legs and driving him as deep as he would go. And with one final push, Logan let out a feral howl.

“RRAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

“OH MY GOD!” cried Jean as her climax hit as well.

It was an intense feeling. Logan thrust into her as hard as he could, penetrating all the way to her cervix as his cock exploded in a burst of cum. The warm feeling of his hot semen inside her pussy was what sent her over the edge as well. Her inner muscles tightened around his member, sending a powerful release up through her being and filling her mind and body with mind-numbing pleasure.

When the feeling subsided, Logan and Jean were short of breath. Logan opened his eyes and gazed into the content face of the beautiful woman before him. It was everything he had hoped for. It was strong, passionate, and powerful. And as he looked into her lustful eyes, he kissed her hungrily. His insatiable desires for this woman were far from satisfied.

“Mmm…that was wonderful, Logan,” she said.

“Who said I was done?” he said lustfully.

“Who said I wanted you to stop?”

Jean grinned as she unleashed her wild side, pulling Logan into another fervent kiss and running her hands over his manly muscles. If she was going to be a married woman soon, then she was going to let loose and be adventurous one last time. And Logan was more than happy to accommodate her.

They made out on the bed with Logan rolling off to her side while their lips were still locked. He grasped her fleshy breasts, kneading them to her delight as they built up their energy for another round. Thanks to Logan’s healing factor, they didn’t have to wait long. His cock stiffened up for her with little effort and he was soon groping her naked flesh with renewed sexual hunger.

“Jeannie…I want you again,” grunted Logan.

Jean barely had time to react as Logan took her by the hips and flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees. Then he positioned himself behind her, taking a firm hold on her sexy ass. Jean’s hands were pressed against the wall, bracing for the next round of sex. Logan continued to grunt with animalistic intent. He was so consumed by his lust, yearning to have this woman in every way for this one time. And with his hands firmly on her hips, he thrust his cock into her throbbing pussy.

“Oh-oh-oh yes! Oh yes! More! More!” cried Jean at the hot feeling of being filled by Logan’s cock again.

“Ungh-ungh-ungh-oh fuck!” grunted Logan.

Like before, Logan let his mating instinct take over. Seething with lust, he tightly gripped her butt and slammed his cock into her pussy. Jean bucked her hips, moaning as he thrust into her and absorbing the hot sensations that followed. It wasn’t long before he was pounding away at her at a fervent pace. Their bodies rocked along with the bed as Logan slammed his pelvis against her butt, loving every second of the hot tightness around his cock. Jean’s skin glistened with sweat while Logan was already perspiring profusely. Her breasts swayed each time her body jerked to the fervent rhythm. Hungry for her naked flesh, Logan reached forth and grabbed them while he fucked her.

“Rah-rah-rah-JEANNIE!” grunted Logan.

“LOGAN!” moaned the young redhead, absorbing every burst of pleasure that surged through her body.

From here they fucked in other positions. Logan fell to her side, his cock still in her while he thrust into her from behind while kneading her breasts. Then he returned to an upright position, and hitched one of her legs over his shoulder and fucked her at an angle. From here Logan turned Jean around so that she was on her back, her legs elevated over his shoulders while he pounded away. Jean also got into the spirit, shooting up from her position and bouncing her body up and down his cock while he gripped her butt and guided her along.

It was all about lust. Since this was their first and only time, they both sought to drag it out. All the feelings Jean held back came gushing out in a burst of lust and euphoria. She wanted this so bad and it felt good to finally embrace it. For Logan it was like a dream. Having sex with Jean was everything he thought it would be and then some. With every passing moment of bliss, he fell further into his lustful daze. It getting hard to distinguish dreams from reality, but he didn’t care as he held out for this one moment of bliss.

After plenty of hot fucking, Logan and Jean were in one final push for ecstasy. Logan was flat on his back and Jean was straddling his hips. The naked redhead passionately rode his cock while running her hands over his sweaty chest, slamming down onto his cock and pushing themselves to their limits. Her breasts bounced to the intense rhythm and Logan reached up and touched them as he felt his climax draw near. Sweat poured from their bodies as passion and lust flowed freely.

“UH-UH-UH-UH-LOGAN! UH-UH-I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!” cried Jean, riding him harder as her orgasm drew near.

Logan remained caught up in his feral daze, unable to form any coherent words.

“RAH! RAH! RAH! RAH! RAH!” he howled, thrusting up into her with all his might.

This was it. This would be the final climax between Jean Grey and Logan. They both knew it. And as Jean rocked her body harder and Logan thrust with greater intent, they were almost there. Jean felt her pussy throb around his cock and Logan’s cock twitched inside her, poised for another climax. Suddenly, just as they reached their peak, something happened within the depths of Logan’s mind and a rush of memories and images came out in the form of a name.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHH LOGAN!” cried Jean as she arched her body to the wondrous pleasures of an orgasm.

“RAAHHHHHHHHHH ROSE!” grunted Logan as he filled her with one last round of his cum.

Jean then felt a rush of images through her mind. Long repressed memories buried deep within Logan’s conscious came pouring out in the heat of his climax. In a brief moment, the walls of reality crumbled and Logan didn’t see Jean Grey. He saw another woman who looked just like her. Along with it came a fury of emotions dominated by longing, guilt, and sorrow. Jean felt every one of these. And when the rush of her climax died down, she took a moment to process them.

Logan sank into the bed in a daze, rubbing his head and moaning in confusion. Jean collapsed besides him, still awash with ecstasy. She looked at him with a concerned expression. He was still projecting thoughts and it was clearly causing him great distress.

“Logan?” she said, gently touching his burly face, “Are you okay?”

“I…I don’t know,” he said, short of breath.

He was still rubbing his head, the rush of unfamiliar memories overwhelming his system. Logan always struggled with his fragmented memory and this was too vivid to be just a fluke. Jean comforted him with her warm presence, but as she sensed his projections it suddenly dawned on her.

“My God…” she gasped, “That’s it, isn’t it?”

“Huh? What?” said Logan, still confused.

“That’s the reason. That’s why,” she said, a smile forming on her face.

Her words soon caught up with him and Logan fell silent. He looked at Jean with a mixture of confusion and shock. It was all coming back to him, but Jean was the one who made sense of it.

“You said you never knew why you were in love with me,” said Jean, propping herself on her knees while warmly embracing her friend, “And I think we just uncovered the answer. It’s this girl, Rose.”

“Rose…” he repeated.

The sound of her name triggered another rush of memories. For Logan, he briefly flashed back to his childhood. He had choppy, yet vivid memories of a beautiful redheaded girl he fell in love with, but didn’t love him back. He then shuttered at the memory of her dying by his hands in an accident that revealed his claws. It was difficult moment for him to recall. His face contorted in sorrow at the memory of the memory of her final moments.

“It must be one of your lost memories,” said Jean, “I guess it just…came out in the heat of the moment.”

“Yeah…I guess,” muttered Logan, “But why now?”

“I’m not sure. I guess being with someone who looks like her was all it took. It makes sense though. All those feelings you have for me must be tied to her. Your mind probably didn’t remember it, but your heart sure did.”

“What makes you so sure of that?” said Logan, still dazed by this revelation.

“Because I know better than most people that feelings are harder to forget than memories,” she said distantly, “I…I learned a long time ago that having strong feelings for someone often transcends all things rational. Like when the Phoenix first took me and when the Hellfire Club brainwashed me…my love for Scott never waned. And it helped me learn the truth.”

“But how do I know this is even real?” said Logan with a frustrated grunt.

“Look in your heart, Logan,” said Jean, grasping his shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze, “What do you think?”

The former living weapon was silenced. It seemed so outlandish, but it answered everything. All this time, his heart was telling him something. These feelings he had for Jean didn’t just come out of nowhere. It was all because of a latent memory of a woman from his past.

“I’m sorry, Logan,” said Jean, getting up from the bed and gathering her clothes, “But I’m not Rose. I can’t be the same woman from your memories.”

“Don’t be sorry, Jeannie,” said Logan in a low tone, “This is my fault. I’m the one who couldn’t see the truth.”

“It’s not your fault,” said Jean as she put her pants back on, “You didn’t know.”

“That ain’t an excuse for hurting you. Bein’ in love with someone is one thing, but bein’ in love with them just because they remind you of an old flame? That’s not love. Hell, I don’t know that is.”

Logan held his head low. He had crossed many lines in his life, but none were quite this deplorable. He pursued a beautiful, kind, caring woman for all the wrong reasons. He didn’t’ deserve to have sex with her. He didn’t even deserve to look at her anymore. Scott loved her in a way he couldn’t. He was too caught up in the past to know his own feelings. He could take being blown up, burned, and shot, but he couldn’t take hurting a woman like Jean.

As Jean put her shirt back on, she cast her friend a sympathetic daze. Even as a telepath, there was no way she could understand how difficult this was on him. And after sharing such a profound moment of intimacy with each other, she was determined to help him in his time of need.

“Logan…you’re a good man. Don’t ever think you aren’t,” she said, walking over to the bed and holding his face in her hands, “Feelings are never easy, trust me on this one. I may not be able to return your feelings, but I’m sure there’s someone out there who will. And you’ll only realize that if you stop letting the past guide your heart.”

Jean placed a soft kiss on Logan’s forehead, a final memento for this wonderful experience. It bought a weak smile to his face. Regardless of such revelations, this was sure to be something they would both remember for a long time.

“Thank you, Logan,” said Jean with a warm tone, “I’ll never forget this.”

“Neither will I, Jeannie,” said Logan.

“And if it’s not too much to ask…” said Jean, her look growing more serious, “I would really like it if you came to the wedding.”

“After everything you’ve done for me, darlin’, it’s the least I can do,” he said with his trademark wolfish grin.

Jean smiled and hugged her friend. She was glad they finally worked this out. In the process, they uncovered a few unexpected surprises. But it all worked out for the best. Now Jean Grey could officially lay her feelings for this man to rest and he could do the same.

But even after she left Logan to his solitude, the troubled man sat in a surreal daze. The revelation about Rose struck him hard. It revealed just how ignorant he was about his own feelings. Jean was right. He was living in the past. It was time he focused on the present. One way or another, he had a lot of thinking to do. And in addition, he had to find himself a tux and make good on his promise.

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Up next: Scott and Ororo.

AN: And quick tidbit, the story about Rose and Logan came from Wolverine’s Origin graphic novel.