Dr. Jean Grey

"Thank you for the compliment, it was designed by some of the world’s finest architectures. I do indeed own the place, inherited it from my father and have thus far been running it responsibly enough. I’m glad you were looking forward to this get together as much as I was… and It actually doesn’t surprise me you haven’t been here. Unfortunately, the city has something of a… less then stellar reputation here crime is concerned… it keeps quite a few people from coming here. Still, thanks for taking the risk to come see me… I know you can handle yourself just fine. I was actually thinking we should head out to a restaurant I know about… I got off work a few minutes ago, so we can take a ride out there if you want, unless you had any other ideas of things you’d like to do in the city. You are the guest after all"

Reluctantly, Logan moved to the edge of the bed and stood.  He paused, gazing down at her, his fingers carefully pressing to the underside of her chin as he gazed at her.  As much as he wanted Storm’s confirmation that he was, in fact, not hallucinating or losing his mind, Logan was reluctant to leave.  Afraid once he was out of the room Jean would disappear.  But, he had to know for sure. 

"I’ll be right back," he promised her, his smile soft as he drew back and headed to the door.  "Don’t go anywhere."  He kept his eyes on her until he was in the hall, and once he was, Logan ran a slightly shaky hand over his face.  "Jesus," he murmured before running his fingers through his hair.  After a moment to gather himself, he hurried down the hall to Ororo’s room.

His loud, somewhat frantic knocking on her door brought a disheveled and annoyed woman to the door.  Squinting up at him, Ororo leaned against the door frame and shook her head.  “Logan, what the hell are you doing knocking on my door at this hour?”  She rubbed her eyes and poked her head into the hallway.  “Is everything alright?”

Her eyes filled up with tears again, but not even because she was scared he was not going to come back, but it was because she could tell how fearful that Logan was. She sensed that he wanted her to be here, and to never leave him again. After all, she had dissapeared out of his life a fair amount of times- but death consumed her, she couldn't help it. She felt sad, however, that she could even lose his trust. Jean reached out, and touched his hand. She stroked his figners and smiled a soft smile at him "I promise I'm not going anywhere." she leaned down and kissed his hands. "I couldn't leave you again."

Jean watched him leave, and laid back down on the bed when he was out of sight. She could only imagine what distress this was causing him, but it was just as hard on her because she was the one who had to try and act like things were normal, and that she hadn't died before. 

"His downfall came 1998 when he was killed," she said. V did that one. She hadn’t been there. At her question, she looked down with a bit of a sad smile. She had fallen for him. He saved her. He then died in her arms telling her that he loved her. She became V and protected England for three years because of him. She looked up with a nod.

She was…alive. Again? 

Granted, Logan wasn’t necessary mad or frightened to see her. It was…a repetition thing. Hope. Belief that there was change and everything was fine and, just maybe, she wouldn’t leave again.

Ah, he was over-thinking it.

Unlike everyone else, Jean could always read Logan. She knew his emotions no matter how much he tried to hide them.