[ Think what? Logan's already revved his engine, a hair's breadth from taking off down the road when Scott doesn't move. Then he hears, Jean and his head snaps around. Whatā€”?
An icier chill slithers through his veins. Not because it is her but because Scott seems to believe he's seen her, and he already knows how this might go. It isn't, by the way. A woman with red hair, sure, but he'd know...he'd know if it was her. Right? He'd feel it. And God knows it wouldn't be this simple, Jean appearing outta the mist like a damn ghost. She's gone. She's been gone a long time.
(Scott came back, but that's different. He can't explain how it's different. It just is. There's an ugly, selfish part of him that doesn't wanna see Jean return, alive and well and from a time right before she lost herself and he had to stop her. He doesn't wanna deal with it. He doesn't need that wound ripped fresh open again.)
Besides, if she did show up this wayā€”ethereal, otherworldlyā€”then it isn't her. Not really. He's only seen her like that once, and he can't forget how that ended.
He backs up, lining his bike with Scott's. Scott can't smell it, but he does. There's something through that grass that isn't right, and he isn't talking about the silent statue in the fog. In the distance, he hears more engines coming up. Shit. They could be other travelers. Harmless.
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An icier chill slithers through his veins. Not because it is her but because Scott seems to believe he's seen her, and he already knows how this might go. It isn't, by the way. A woman with red hair, sure, but he'd know...he'd know if it was her. Right? He'd feel it. And God knows it wouldn't be this simple, Jean appearing outta the mist like a damn ghost. She's gone. She's been gone a long time.
(Scott came back, but that's different. He can't explain how it's different. It just is. There's an ugly, selfish part of him that doesn't wanna see Jean return, alive and well and from a time right before she lost herself and he had to stop her. He doesn't wanna deal with it. He doesn't need that wound ripped fresh open again.)
Besides, if she did show up this wayā€”ethereal, otherworldlyā€”then it isn't her. Not really. He's only seen her like that once, and he can't forget how that ended.
He backs up, lining his bike with Scott's. Scott can't smell it, but he does. There's something through that grass that isn't right, and he isn't talking about the silent statue in the fog. In the distance, he hears more engines coming up. Shit. They could be other travelers. Harmless.
They could also be raiders. ]
Hey, look at me. It's not her, okay? We gotta go.