A/N: This was just something that was stuck in my head and I figured I'd put it up cause there's just not enough Multiple Man fics.
"Fucking hell, Jamie! Do not slam the door!" Mystique roared.
The mutant stared back at her with cold, dead eyes and dared her to yell at him again. He passed her and began stripping from his many layers as he limped down the hall of the Brotherhood base. The blue woman he had ignored followed him. She was silent, like she always was, as she matched his footsteps down the hall. Jamie retreated into the room he had been assigned and, to Mystique's surprise, closed the door gently.
Mystique had never known the multiplier to be so moody. Mostly, Jamie was a relaxed, get it done kind of guy. He lost his temper occasionally, but then again, who didn't? He was a mellow personality in a sea of hotheaded tempers. The second-in-command didn't understand why this Jamie was so different. Foregoing the ability to knock, Mystique threw the door open and opened her mouth to questioned the mutant.
Jamie sitting on his bed with tears running down his face stopped her in her tracks. The blue mutant's shoulders dropped and her mouth closed.
"If you're going to stand there and gawk," Jamie said evenly, "you could at least close the door."
Without conscious thought, Mystique kicked the door closed.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Mystique asked.
Jamie sniffed and wiped his eyes on the back of his hands. He stood up and began to shuffle around the room, shedding his worn out leather jacket and pulling out a fresh t shirt from one of the dresser drawers. Mystique didn't bother to look away as he shed the dirty shirt and pulled the clean one over his muscular frame.
"Well?"
"Did Magneto ever tell you that I'm married?" Jamie asked quietly.
Mystique was floored. She knew Jamie left for weeks at a time, but she just though he was going to get out, not to see to a wife. She couldn't wipe the playboy reputation that Jamie had obtained from her mind.
"You're married?" she asked incredulously.
"I'll take that as a 'no'."
"How long have you been married?"
"Two and a half years."
"You've been working for the Brotherhood for longer than that."
"I know."
"When the hell did you have time to get married?"
"You ever notice that I'm not here much?" Jamie asked snidely.
"I always assumed you went out on the town. I didn't know you were out getting married!"
"You know what they say about people who assume."
"Anyway. What's your point?"
"My baby girl was born last night," Jamie said softly.
"Jamie! What the hell are you doing here?" Mystique practically screeched.
"She doesn't want me at the hospital," the man said, tears beginning to renew themselves.
Mystique sighed and asked, "What's your baby girl's name?"
"Charlotte. Charlotte Adele Madrox."
"That's pretty, Jamie. Who picked it out?"
"Adele is my mother's name. Florence, my wife, has always wanted a baby named Charlie, so we went with Charlotte."
"So you both decided," she said.
"Yeah," Jamie said blandly.
"Then not only did you help make your baby girl, you named her, you care for her. Even if you things don't work out with Florence, don't you ever give up on your baby girl."
"Mystique-"
"Shut up. Get back to that hospital. I don't want to see you again until Charlotte Adele Madrox is home, where ever that maybe, and safe. You talk to your wife, and you tell her that even if she doesn't want you, she can't stop you from seeing your baby girl."
"Mystique-"
"Get out, Jamie."
"Thanks, Mystique."
