Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-Men, they are used to do my bidding. I own Saila Grey, and that's pretty much it.
A/N: This fic takes place in my Future-X timeline when Logan and Jean's daughter is 8 years old. The very beginning is just a brief flashback.
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Time Stands Still chp. 1
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Jean smiled tiredly, staring up at her husband from her hospital bed, as he gently rocked the tiny bundle in his big strong arms. Saila Grey was the newest member of Jean Grey and Logan's little family, born just the day before.
"Logan, let me hold her?"
He looked over at his wife's open arms and reluctantly handed his baby girl over to her. "Ok Sai, here's yer Mama." Logan smiled, watching the baby as she squirmed slightly. Her eyes were barely open, but he could already tell the tiny green orbs would soon sparkle to the shimmering emerald of Jean's.
"She's beautiful." Jean breathed softly, unable to hide the pride in her voice.
"Jus' like her Mama." Logan agreed, gently stroking at his newborn daughter's arm, and smiling as she wrapped her tiny hand around his calloused finger.
"She's got your hair." Jean laughed.
Logan chuckled, looking at the messy tuft of black hair on little Saila's head. He leaned down, first kissing his wife, then his daughter's forehead. These were the times that really made him happy to be alive, to witness such a miracle, to be a part of it. Logan smiled at his wife, knowing that just the day before, on their daughter's birth, Jean was nearly killled. It was under strange and unexplainable circumstances that he was able to save her, but he was greatful for that. He knew he'd never be totally the same, now with a child to take care of, but it was definetly for the best.
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-A little over 8 years later-
Saila sat comfortably on her Dad's shoulders, resting her chin on his head and playing with his long sideburns. She looked out at the lake just infront of their cabin, watching as the summer sun began to set.
Logan smiled a lopsided grin, rocking back slightly. "Y'ain't fallin' asleep up there are ya pun'kin?" he joked.
Saila tilted backwards, then grabbed her Dad's outstretched hands to keep from falling. "Nope." she laughed, then pushed off his shoulders and slid down his back, landing easily on the ground.
"Saila, Logan, come an' eat!"
They both turned around to see Jean waving them in from the porch.
Saila grinned devilishly, then started to run towards the house. "Race ya!"
"Oh no ya don't squirt!" Logan called after her, quickening his pace. His long strides easily caught up to those of his eight year old, and he snatched her into the air playfully. She giggled happily, mock-pleading with longwinded 'no's' as he carried her into the kitchen, spinning in a wide circle before setting her back down on the wooden floor.
Jean smiled, watching the two people that she most cared for in the entire world. She raised an eyebrow at them, trying to look away as Logan stared at her with a sly grin.
He wrapped his arms around her as she turned, burying his face in her neck and kissing her on the cheek. "What'cha make fer dinner darlin'?"
Jean laughed, putting her hand on his face and pushing him away playfully. "You need to shave hun." she teased, ignoring his question.
Logan gave a mock look of shock. "Who me?" He glanced sideways at Saila who was sitting at the table, pushing the broccolli off her plate while her mother wasn't looking. "What do you think Sai? Do I needta shave?"
The child's eyes widened and she smiled sheepishly, quickly pulling back her hand and setting it on her lap. She cocked her head to the side, staring at the stubble on her Dad's chin. "Hm...yeah, yer chin's extra scratchy Dad."
Jean laughed, poking Logan's chin with her finger. "See? She's on my side with this babe."
He just laughed out loud, entangling himself from Jean and flopping down on a chair at the table. "You two gonna gang up on me now? That ain't fair." he smiled lopsidedly. "Ahright, I'll clean up the beard after dinner."
Jean smiled, grabbing a pair of oven mits and taking a pan out of the stove. "You better, or I'm not going anywhere with you tomorrow night wild boy."
Logan smirked, staring at the food his wife placed at the table. "Mmm, lasagna." he grinned.
Saila frowned, staring at the meal as her mother put a portion of lasagna on her plate. "I hate lasagna..." she grumbled.
"Oh, that reminds me!" Jean exclaimed suddenly.
Logan raised an eyebrow at her. "What? Lasagna?"
"No, tomorrow night! I completely forgot to get a babysitter!"
Logan scratched the back of his head, then stared at his daughter who had a fork floating above her plate, spinning in circles on it's own.
Jean didn't notice, still focused on her husband who didn't seem to be listening to her. "Logan?"
"I think we got bigger problems than that Jeannie." he replied, still amazed at what was going on.
Jean finally turned her gaze to what Logan was focused on. Her jaw dropped, and Saila seemed to notice she was being stared at, the fork suddenly dropping back to the plate.
"What?" Saila looked at her parents, smiling sheepishly and unaware if she was doing anything wrong or not.
"Jeannie, tell me you were doin' that." Logan said blankly, still staring at Saila.
Jean just shook her head. "Saila, how long have you been able to do that?" she questioned evenly, keeping her surprised tone down.
Saila shrugged idly. "Um...last week?" she half grinned. "Cool huh?"
Logan smiled with a short laugh, leaning back in his chair and resting his hands behind his head. "Well, 'guess Hank was right that she had the X gene."
Jean finally sat down at the table. "I guess so. But I never thought her gifts would be visible at such an early age..." she said, trailing off in wonderment. "I guess we'd better make an appointment with Hank...and cancel our reservations...again."
Logan sighed. "Ahright, well...let's finish eatin' first."
The small family put all their focus into their meal to finish eating, though everyone besides Saila was probably thinking about her future as a mutant, the young girl blissfully unaware of what lay ahead.
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A/N: This fic takes place in my Future-X timeline when Logan and Jean's daughter is 8 years old. The very beginning is just a brief flashback.
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Time Stands Still chp. 1
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Jean smiled tiredly, staring up at her husband from her hospital bed, as he gently rocked the tiny bundle in his big strong arms. Saila Grey was the newest member of Jean Grey and Logan's little family, born just the day before.
"Logan, let me hold her?"
He looked over at his wife's open arms and reluctantly handed his baby girl over to her. "Ok Sai, here's yer Mama." Logan smiled, watching the baby as she squirmed slightly. Her eyes were barely open, but he could already tell the tiny green orbs would soon sparkle to the shimmering emerald of Jean's.
"She's beautiful." Jean breathed softly, unable to hide the pride in her voice.
"Jus' like her Mama." Logan agreed, gently stroking at his newborn daughter's arm, and smiling as she wrapped her tiny hand around his calloused finger.
"She's got your hair." Jean laughed.
Logan chuckled, looking at the messy tuft of black hair on little Saila's head. He leaned down, first kissing his wife, then his daughter's forehead. These were the times that really made him happy to be alive, to witness such a miracle, to be a part of it. Logan smiled at his wife, knowing that just the day before, on their daughter's birth, Jean was nearly killled. It was under strange and unexplainable circumstances that he was able to save her, but he was greatful for that. He knew he'd never be totally the same, now with a child to take care of, but it was definetly for the best.
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-A little over 8 years later-
Saila sat comfortably on her Dad's shoulders, resting her chin on his head and playing with his long sideburns. She looked out at the lake just infront of their cabin, watching as the summer sun began to set.
Logan smiled a lopsided grin, rocking back slightly. "Y'ain't fallin' asleep up there are ya pun'kin?" he joked.
Saila tilted backwards, then grabbed her Dad's outstretched hands to keep from falling. "Nope." she laughed, then pushed off his shoulders and slid down his back, landing easily on the ground.
"Saila, Logan, come an' eat!"
They both turned around to see Jean waving them in from the porch.
Saila grinned devilishly, then started to run towards the house. "Race ya!"
"Oh no ya don't squirt!" Logan called after her, quickening his pace. His long strides easily caught up to those of his eight year old, and he snatched her into the air playfully. She giggled happily, mock-pleading with longwinded 'no's' as he carried her into the kitchen, spinning in a wide circle before setting her back down on the wooden floor.
Jean smiled, watching the two people that she most cared for in the entire world. She raised an eyebrow at them, trying to look away as Logan stared at her with a sly grin.
He wrapped his arms around her as she turned, burying his face in her neck and kissing her on the cheek. "What'cha make fer dinner darlin'?"
Jean laughed, putting her hand on his face and pushing him away playfully. "You need to shave hun." she teased, ignoring his question.
Logan gave a mock look of shock. "Who me?" He glanced sideways at Saila who was sitting at the table, pushing the broccolli off her plate while her mother wasn't looking. "What do you think Sai? Do I needta shave?"
The child's eyes widened and she smiled sheepishly, quickly pulling back her hand and setting it on her lap. She cocked her head to the side, staring at the stubble on her Dad's chin. "Hm...yeah, yer chin's extra scratchy Dad."
Jean laughed, poking Logan's chin with her finger. "See? She's on my side with this babe."
He just laughed out loud, entangling himself from Jean and flopping down on a chair at the table. "You two gonna gang up on me now? That ain't fair." he smiled lopsidedly. "Ahright, I'll clean up the beard after dinner."
Jean smiled, grabbing a pair of oven mits and taking a pan out of the stove. "You better, or I'm not going anywhere with you tomorrow night wild boy."
Logan smirked, staring at the food his wife placed at the table. "Mmm, lasagna." he grinned.
Saila frowned, staring at the meal as her mother put a portion of lasagna on her plate. "I hate lasagna..." she grumbled.
"Oh, that reminds me!" Jean exclaimed suddenly.
Logan raised an eyebrow at her. "What? Lasagna?"
"No, tomorrow night! I completely forgot to get a babysitter!"
Logan scratched the back of his head, then stared at his daughter who had a fork floating above her plate, spinning in circles on it's own.
Jean didn't notice, still focused on her husband who didn't seem to be listening to her. "Logan?"
"I think we got bigger problems than that Jeannie." he replied, still amazed at what was going on.
Jean finally turned her gaze to what Logan was focused on. Her jaw dropped, and Saila seemed to notice she was being stared at, the fork suddenly dropping back to the plate.
"What?" Saila looked at her parents, smiling sheepishly and unaware if she was doing anything wrong or not.
"Jeannie, tell me you were doin' that." Logan said blankly, still staring at Saila.
Jean just shook her head. "Saila, how long have you been able to do that?" she questioned evenly, keeping her surprised tone down.
Saila shrugged idly. "Um...last week?" she half grinned. "Cool huh?"
Logan smiled with a short laugh, leaning back in his chair and resting his hands behind his head. "Well, 'guess Hank was right that she had the X gene."
Jean finally sat down at the table. "I guess so. But I never thought her gifts would be visible at such an early age..." she said, trailing off in wonderment. "I guess we'd better make an appointment with Hank...and cancel our reservations...again."
Logan sighed. "Ahright, well...let's finish eatin' first."
The small family put all their focus into their meal to finish eating, though everyone besides Saila was probably thinking about her future as a mutant, the young girl blissfully unaware of what lay ahead.
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