White Noise /// Wolverine

XII /// What's The Point of a Friend if You're on Your Own in The End?

 You sheathed your knives as Storm starts to land the jet. Everyone began to stand. Your hands gripped the metal plating of your knives. You weren't going to leave here without apologizing to Jean, at the very least. You had left her in Xaviers hands.

Why he'd done what he had, you didn't know. But you knew you'd left her with him.

As Logan begins to exit the jet, you grab his arm. He looks back at you with quizzical eyes. You had a mission to get to. You needed to save Jean, and Leech, and humankind.

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt Jean." You state, looking him in the eyes. "If that means you, that means you."

Logan's eyes soften. He gives you a soft smile.

"I love Jean, Y/n. But I'll do whatever it takes to save as many people as possible."

Your heart sinks, but you don't let your defiance back down.

"Give me a chance with her." You beg. You didn't want more carnage than necessary. But you had to try. She was your friend. Somewhere in there she was. Logan pulls away from your arm. Shaking his head.

"Get off the battle-field, Y/n. You aren't gonna win this fight."

You stand there. Stunned, angry. Was it not obvious you cared? That despite everything, you were doing this, to some degree, for him? How could he let the woman he loved walk away from him?

oh.

He'd let you walk away before.

"Logan!" You shout as he walks over to the edge of the building. Your hands resting on the knives at your hips. "Kuekuatsheu."

"What?" He yells, turning towards you. His eyes greying in the bright fluorescent light of the facility. Lighting up the battlefield. Showing you the stakes of this fight. You could make him happy.

You just had to fight off everyone else first. Even, in a way, yourself.

"The Wolverine. I used to tell my students about you."

"Should've picked a better role model." He yells, clawing his way to the ground through the sides of the walls. You sigh, looking at the steep drop from the roof. That was a problem you hadn't thought about. Apparently no one else had thought about it either.

Jean stood with the man you assumed was Magneto. She sees you, and her hands begin to lift. But the man puts a hand in front of her.

Logan's voice resonates up towards you. You can't make out what he says, just that it's urgent and commanding. The only way you were going to get down was if you jumped. He looks up at you when he's done shouting orders, nodding at you slightly.

How fast can you heal?

You back up from the roof's edge, taking a deep breath. Before running at the edge.

In the vast expanse between you and the ground, you contemplate quite a few things.

One, why were you so adamant about letting Jean live? What inside you was so damn stubborn that you couldn't just see she was beyond saving?

Two, why was your heart so frustrated that he loved her? Haven't you known he didn't remember you? Hadn't you figured he'd forgotten about everything you'd shared?

And three, what inside you still held onto him? What brought you so tantalizingly close to him yet tore you away from him?

You hit the ground. A few soldiers look at you and let out small screams. Your ankles pop back into place, your legs readjusting and shifting to be perfectly intact. You can feel your ribs jostling inside your chest. Creaking back into their proper placement.