Spectrum
Blue
by
Eiluned



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Disclaimer: Marvel owns them. I just have my wicked way with them. :)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content and some violence.




The wall was almost completely sheer, but Jean managed to find a few hand- and footholds. She pulled herself up slowly and carefully; she had no idea if a fall would really hurt her in this place. She didn't want to find out.

The top of the wall was lined with razor wire that was coiled to nearly her height and extended infinitely in every direction. It was too tightly coiled for her to crawl through. "Damn," she said to herself. "How am I going to get in there?"

A blinding white light suddenly shone on her. Jean instinctively dropped to a crouch and shielded her eyes. The search light followed her down and bore into her like a pair of eyes. *Logan!* she shouted with her mind. *It's me! Please, let me in!*

The light seemed to think about it. *Please! It's Jean! Logan, let me in!* she repeated.

The razor wire suddenly bent and a hole just large enough for her to crawl through opened. Not thinking twice, she fell to her hands and knees and slipped through the gap. As soon as she was through, the wall underneath her suddenly disappeared and she was falling through a black void. Nothingness, complete and utter nothingness. She couldn't see, she couldn't feel, she couldn't hear anything. "Oh, god!" she cried, clenching her eyes shut.

When Jean opened her eyes again, she was in the ready room in the mansion. She instinctively threw her arms out to slow her fall, but she wasn't moving. She was just standing in the ready room. She swallowed hard and tried to calm her racing heart. The basement of the mansion was deathly quiet and as empty as a tomb, so the sudden sound of bare feet slapping on tile startled her completely. She ducked into a shadowed alcove and waited.

Logan burst into the room and slowed to a stop, looking around. "What the hell is this place?" he said to himself, then froze and sniffed the air.

Jean knew what he was doing. Logan's senses were so highly developed that he could pick her out of a room pull of people by her scent. He could smell her. She waited for him to call her out.

He turned his head from side to side, finally centering on her location. "Jean?" he asked tentatively, clearly sounding confused.

Jean took a deep breath and stepped out of her hiding place. "Logan, it's me."

Logan immediately went into a defensive position. "What're you doing here? I just left you in the lab. . . " he paused, his forehead wrinkling. "Wait, I don't know your name yet. . . "

Jean stepped toward him slowly. "Logan, you really aren't here. This is a memory," she said.

"What?"

"You're trapped in your memories. I'm here to help you out."

He shook his head. "How can anyone get trapped in their own mind? I don't believe you."

"Logan, I wouldn't lie to you. This is a memory. Your conscious mind recognizes me and it's telling your unconscious mind who I am," she explained on the fly, hoping that she was right.

He still looked at her suspiciously. "So, we're in my unconscious mind right now. . . "

Jean nodded, stepping a little closer to him. "And this place isn't real," he continued, closing the distance between them.

"Not in the usual sense of the word," she said, starting to get a little dizzy from his closeness; it was as if he were taking all of her breath and replacing it with his own.

He nodded and suddenly kissed her. Jean gasped in surprise and Logan slid his tongue smoothly into her mouth, stroking hers. His arms went around her waist and pulled her body close to his, rubbing his hips against her. Jean moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing his back languidly. It felt so good to be able to do this again, to feel him against her. She pushed back against him, letting the growing hardness between his legs slide over her belly. He felt hot, burning her even through the layers of their clothes.

Logan slowly pulled away. "If this place isn't real, then how come I can feel that?" he asked, rubbing his temple against her cheek.

Jean sighed. "I don't know, Logan. I guess you've made it real for yourself, and when I slipped into your mind, it became real for me, too," she answered.

He pressed his lips together. "Why did you come into my mind? I'm still not clear on that."

"You're in some kind of catatonic state. You don't move, you don't blink. . . you just stare. We're feeding you through an IV," she said quietly. "Professor Xavier tried to enter your mind, but you wouldn't let him. You almost didn't let me in."

Logan grinned at her. "I'm glad I did, darlin'."

Jean smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt Logan give her a funny look. "You seem awfully amorous. I could've killed you a minute ago. . . wait. That's just a memory," he pulled back and looked at her suspiciously. "So, I'm assuming that we. . . "

"You already know, Logan. They're your memories. You just have to access them," Jean said, pulling away and sitting on a bench.

He stared at the floor for a long moment, then looked back up at her in surprise. "Scott. . . he died, and. . . oh, shit."

"What is it?"

He gave her a little smile. "It's just weird. I'm remembering things that happen in the future," he said. "Or is it the future?"

"Don't confuse yourself too much, Logan," she teased.

He sat down beside her. "So, how do I get myself out of the catatonic thing? I imagine I miss touching you in the real world."

Jean smiled to herself. 'I miss it, too,' she thought. 'I must have been crazy to deny it.' "I think that you need to face your memories of the past. When you find out who you really are, maybe you'll come out of this."

He nodded, running his fingers over the back of her hand. "That makes sense."

Jean let her eyes slip shut for a moment, and the touch suddenly went away. She opened them to find herself in a river of random memories. If she concentrated, she could pick out a few. The first time they made love. . . she touched the memory and was filled with his pleasure and pain. 'Pain?' she thought. She delved a little deeper and realized that he was hurting for her. He loved her so deeply, and he knew that she loved him. He just couldn't figure out why she kept pushing him away. The catharsis of finally being able to love her the way he needed nearly overwhelmed her. She felt tears flowing freely down her cheeks and she closed her eyes, wiping them away. When she opened them again, she found herself in the void.



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