-the characters aren’t mine so neither are the lawsuits
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Everything is Not All Right
Sequel to Everything Will Be Fine Now PG-13
By WolvieGal
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I hardly had time to realize what was happening before Logan burst into my
room, knocking the door off of two of its three hinges, leaving it horribly
twisted, hanging (barely) askew by the last. “What the hell were you
thinkin’?” His voice was low and there was a growl behind it sending chills
down my arms and up my spine, raising the hair in the back of my neck. He
was angry, but not hateful. Still, the heat of his eyes burned my back.
I turned to face him. My heart was racing, but I refused to let my
countenance slip before him, him of all people. *I am not a child. He will
not treat me like one. I won’t let him. I know what I’ve done, and I’ll
handle the repercussions thereof, not receive a lecture. A lecture? On
second thought, there’s no concern for that from Logan.* “Logan, my door.” I
stepped toward it slowly waiting for him to join me, keeping my voice calm.
“A hand with the door?” I reached for one side of the door as Logan exhaled
loudly, grabbed the other side of the door, and placed it roughly back into
the frame.
“I’m still waitin’ fer and answer.” He said while holding me steadily in his
stare.
"I was thinking, Logan, that one of my friends was taking advantage of
another of my friends without realizing the pain she was causing him.” I
took a step closer to him, watching him as he processed my words. I could
hear him breathing. “And you would never admit it, let alone tell her so.
You would rather let her tear your heart apart than see her frown when you
corrected her.”
“You had no call to get involved, Psylocke. I told you that yesterday. I
hafta deal with her bein’ married to Cyke on my own.”
*This is going to turn into a horrible fight. I don’t want to fight with you
Logan, can’t you see that. I’m just tired of standing by while people hurt
you mercilessly.* But what I said was, “Destroying the Danger Room is not
dealing, Logan.”
“Maybe not for you, but my dealing is my concern.” He pointed a finger at
me. His very stance was tense.
“It became Hank’s concern when he had to repair the damage to the Danger
Room.” I took a breath, determined to take control of the situation before
it got out of hand, and barely above a whisper I continued. “And it became
my concern when I saw a friend hurting and unable or unwilling to fix it
because of the person from whom it came. “
“What you did to Jean-“ he began.
My control, over myself and over the situation, was slipping. “What I did
was help her to realize how better to treat-” I waved my hand at him in
gesture. “-a dear friend. She’s had time to think about it, and she agrees
with me. She’s not angry with anyone but herself, and that for not seeing it
sooner.”
“On her anniversary-“
“Yes, on her anniversary, the day right after she stomped on your heart for
the last time.”
“Which was none of your business!” He snatched my wrist and jerked it, but
not too roughly, upward and back toward himself, putting his face nearer my
own. Through half gritted teeth he said. "Damn it, Psylocke. You-- Damn it."
Absently his nose brushed mine.. and I pulled back his hand with his hold on
my wrist and...I kissed him. I couldn't think. A moment, and then we snapped
back from each other as the door gave up the ghost and slid to the floor
with a loud THWACK.
I looked down at my wrist where he'd held it. The heat from his flesh had
warmed my skin. I put my other hand where his had been. *What was that?*
I felt him looking at me. I took a deep breath and raised my head to meet
his eyes. Logan grabbed both of my wrists this time and pulled me nearer by
outstretching my arms...and he kissed me back. His manner was rough and his
kiss hungry, predatory, almost like he was trying to swallow my soul. I
couldn't resist him. Pulling my hands from his grasp again, after a slight
struggle, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him against me. I was
so lost that the sounds of voices from the hall gradually getting louder
didn't even register in my mind.
"What was that noise?" Jean asked.
"It sounded like someone was breakin' in or something." Jubilee chimed in.
"Look, it's Psylocke's room, maybe it's Sabretooth."
"The door's down, watch out. It could be anyone or anything in there."
Scott's voice was as serious as ever.
"I just scanned the room." Jean said. "The only psychic readings I got were
from Psylocke and Wolverine. Whatever they're fighting, it has no thought
patterns, and it is intense."
Then there was silence as a disappointed and disgusted sound erupted from
Jubilee, almost like she'd taken a kick to the stomach. "Uhh--Augh--Ahh!"
Logan and I let go of one another as if we had been electrocuted. Fireworks
exploded into the room from the direction of the doorway. Jubilee's hoarsely
whispering voice could be heard ringing, not only in the halls, but also in
our ears. "Wolvie, how could you?"
