Author's note: Here's the Sequel to Return to Weapon X. I had the first five pages (beginning-Ororo follows Jean to the kitchen) pre-written since I finished Return to Weapon X.
Up to now I don't know what is going to happen. I have two more scenes pre-written but the rest… Well, I never plan. LOL
I hope you like it and that you will review. : )
Return to Weapon X Sequel
It was another hot day in July and the students spent most of their free time at the pool in the huge garden of the mansion. The laughter of them could still be heard within the house where Jean was feeding her little daughter on the bed. She smiled down at her while she stroked over the rich, nearly black hair; humming a soothing song and watching how the girl sucked eagerly with half closed eyes.
When she noticed that the baby, who had been born on April 20th, wasn't sucking anymore, Jean pulled her up and rested her against her shoulder, patting the small back gently. She rocked back and forth for a moment and finally got up, cradling her baby in her arms and smiled lovingly. "Done eating, sweetheart?" Jean asked and received a yawn in reply. Kissing her gently on the forehead, she walked over to the small bed next to the bathroom door and put the girl into it. She tucked her in and stroked over the cheek with a smile. "Sleep well, honey."
Jean remained leaning against the wall and watched her daughter for a while before she began to tidy up a bit. Lost in thoughts she didn't notice how someone knocked on the door and entered since no one had replied.
"Jean?" Ororo asked and followed the noise that came from the bathroom; stopping briefly at the cradle to smile at the sleeping baby. "Hey," she said, watching the redhead cleaning the bathroom.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Jean apologized and got up. "I didn't hear you."
"Yeah, I noticed that," her friend replied smiling, while she leant against the doorframe and had her arms crossed. "Occupied?"
Her opposite ran a hand through her hair. "I wanted to clean up a bit before Logan comes back."
"Kurt just called. They return earlier than planned…"
Sighing, the redhead shook her head. "Great… Is it too much to ask for a call?!"
Ororo had begun to frown since she had noticed the strange undertone. "Something wrong?" she asked concerned. "Didn't he call you?"
"Yes… Once! In four days," Jean replied through clenched teeth.
Ororo sat down on the bed and watched her. "Maybe he hadn't had the chance to…"
"Come on, 'Ro!" her fried said clearly angered. "They've slept in the Blackbird and you want to tell me that Logan had no chance to call me?!"
"You know him…," the weather goddess said and shook her head slightly. "He never calls. No matter where he is or for how long he's gone…"
Sitting down next to her while she had her eyes fixed on the floor, Jean bit her lip. "That's the point!" she replied and looked at her. "Things have changed. He has me and Sara now and I'm worried like hell when he's gone…"
Suddenly grinning, Ororo wobbled her eyebrows. "Uhu…"
"What?" the redhead asked her angrily and began to glare when her friend nudged her playfully.
"I thought…you only wanted to try if it works out with him," Ororo smiled knowingly. "You're completely taken with him by now, huh?" Nudging her again, she giggled when she noticed the faint blush on her friend's cheeks.
"Well, what do you think?" Jean said a bit calmer, feeling her heart beating strongly in her chest. "We have a child together…"
"Ah, come on, Jean! I've seen the looks you gave him. If you had a crush on him before, you're completely taken with him now. You can't hide that!"
Kneading her hands nervously while she looked away from her, Jean's heart began to beat even faster while a strong pressure built up in her chest. "Tell me a woman who isn't…"
Ororo nodded in agreement. "Right… The jealousy of every girl in this house is clearly with you!"
Sighing in frustration, the redhead got up and ran a hand through her long hair. "When will they be back?" she asked Ororo, who looked at her watch.
"In about…ten minutes," she replied and heard Jean gasping.
"What?! Why didn't you tell me?!" She ran over to the bathroom where she began to check herself all over in the mirror and tried to fix her hair.
"Yeah, definitely completely fallen for him," Ororo mentioned. "Come on, you know he even loves you with mud on your face. Hurry up and head down!"
Coming out of the room again, Jean tried to straighten her white shirt. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, damn it?"
"You look fine!" her friend assured her and nodded towards the door. "Go!"
Jean looked at the cradle briefly. Not wanting to wake her daughter, she gave Ororo a pleading look. "Would you…?" she began when the weather goddess waved off.
"That's why I'm here, now off you go!"
Smiling back despite her inner turmoil, the redhead left the room and made her way downstairs to the hangar. Impatiently and nervously she waited for the sound of the roaring engines of the Blackbird; being even closer to a heart attack when the jet had finally landed and the hatch opened. Jean pushed the button on the door and entered the hangar with quick steps; starting to run when the man she was waiting for finally came into view.
Logan, who had of course smelled and heard her way before his eyes had actually seen her, had barely time to drop his bag to the ground before the excited redhead threw herself at him. He held her close for a moment as Jean suddenly pushed him away a bit.
"I was worried! Why didn't you call me?"
"I did call ya, remember?" he gave back and heaved a deep breath. He could have bet that she would start with it and his nerves were even more on the edge, when the woman in front of him crossed her arms and gave him a look that spoke volumes. "Jean…," he began sighing and ran a hand over his tired face, but she already began her sermon.
"You called once in four days, Logan!" she said angrily and held his glare. "Can you even imagine that I'm worried about you?"
"No need t'worry about me," he grunted, got his bag from the ground and walked towards the elevator with her close by.
"No, but I thought that you might by interested in your daughter and me," she spat and watched how he pushed the button on the panel angrily.
"The last time I called ya complained about wakin'ya, so what?!" he shot back in a low growl. "Can ya actually do somethin' else than bellyachin'? I ain't a walkin' prediction for when ya or the kid are sleepin'! Ya know how a fuckin' phone works, so make use of it!" With that he stepped out of the elevator and left a more than pissed off looking redhead behind him.
When he reached his room, he threw the bag into one corner and gave the woman on the bed a brief look. "Hey, 'Ro!" Logan grunted before he entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
"Jeez, what's wrong?!" the woman asked her best friend when this one entered and sat down next to her on the bed. "He just came back and you already have a fight?"
Jean only shrugged and heard how the water in the shower was turned on. "Bobby, Scott and the others are probably hungry. We should go and prepare dinner," she suggested and walked towards the door again. "Could you tell him to watch over Sara?"
Only shaking her head, Ororo turned towards the bathroom door. "Logan?" We're downstairs to cook dinner. Sara's still here, okay?" Hearing a grunted reply, she followed her friend to the kitchen.
When Logan came out of the bathroom, a towel around his hip and began to get dressed, Sara pulled a face and it didn't take long for her to start crying. He only heaved a deep breath and closed his eyes. "How I missed that…," Logan grunted, got dressed and pulled the girl out of the cradle. His nose had not only picked up on the food downstairs, he also wanted to stop the girl from hurting his ears. As quickly as he could he made his way to the kitchen where nearly everyone was gathered already and handed the crying girl over to a surprised looking Jean.
"I'm cooking, Logan," she said and wanted to hand the baby back over to him.
"And I'm thirsty and starvin'," he grunted, got a beer out of the fridge and sat down on his casual seat.
"You can drink your beer with one hand," Jean gave back and all eyes switched back to Logan.
"Jean…," he replied in a tone that made it clear how annoyed of her he was by now. "I just came back from a fuckin' mission, so can I have one fuckin' beer now?!"
"Would you stop cursing?!" she hissed and still tried to soothe her daughter.
"As if that kid understands it," Logan grunted more to himself and sipped on the beer, glaring at her when she began to narrow her eyes. "Don't!" he warned but she already started her sermon about how stressed out she was and that she expected him, the father, to help. While the others exchanged surprised and confused looks, the girl still cried into Jean's chest, the woman released all the anger that had built up in the past weeks and Logan just sat there like a frozen statue; waited for her to finish. When she did, he put the bottle onto the counter and got up.
Watching him, Jean saw how he walked towards the door. "Where are you going, Logan?!" she asked and received a glare.
"Out," he grunted. "Eatin' somewhere where no one's bitchin' around!"
"You're not going out today!" she warned and made two steps when he suddenly turned around.
"Who are ya t'tell me what I can and can't do, eh?" Logan snapped and left before she could answer.
Hank, who had exchanged a worried look with Ororo, cleared his throat and walked over to the redhead. "Let me take her," he offered and noticed that the woman was close to start crying. "Is she hungry?"
Jean wiped her tears away and shook her head. "No, she just got something…"
"Hm…," he made and pulled the girl up to have a look at her. "Is the young lady upset then?" he asked and began to rock her back and fourth with a loving smile, which made the redhead tear up again.
"Who wouldn't be upset with such a father?" Scott mumbled darkly and received a glare from Ororo. "Oh come one, 'Ro! You know that I'm right and that everyone else in this room is thinking exactly the same thing!"
Even if she tried to convince herself that it was typical for him to say something like that, because since Logan was with Jean the relationship between Scott and him had only gotten worse, she knew that the man was right. Since Sara was born Logan seemed to be stressed out and spent most time in the gym, Dangerroom or left after dinner and stayed away all night. While he and Jean had been happy before, their relationship soon looked different. If Ororo thought about it both seemed to be more than unhappy and every time she ran into the couple they were arguing, which ended with Logan leaving and staying away all night or day.
She looked up when Hank sat down next to her with the now calm baby cradled in his arms. Smiling at the baby, Ororo tried to remember how often she had seen Logan with his daughter on his arm and came to the conclusion that this was a more than rare occasion. In fact she had seen him holding her maybe two or three times in total and to her it was a miracle why the man didn't show any affection towards his baby at all. Everyone else had been taken into Sara's spell in an instant. The baby was the cutest thing she had ever seen and she shared the opinion with the others that Sara would look breathtaking when she was a grown up woman. Therefore, Ororo couldn't understand that Logan didn't seem to care...
After dinner she ascended the stairs with Jean, who was awfully silent and held her sleeping baby close. "Do you want me to take her for tonight? You look tired as hell…"
"No…," the redhead waved off and stopped next to her door. "I'll be fine, but thanks."
Watching how her friend opened the door depressed, Ororo laid a hand onto her shoulder. "Maybe he just has to get used to being a father…," she said but Jean only shook her head.
"He didn't want her from the beginning…," she replied sadly and looked at her baby. "From the moment I told him that I was pregnant Logan made that clear… And I knew that it would come to this sooner or later…" When she felt that tears began to gather in her eyes she heaved a deep breath. "He'd always said that he never wants to have a family… He just thinks about her as being forced on him."
"Sara has been forced on you, too, Jean," Ororo replied and shook her head. "And you love her. It must have been way harder for you than for him…"
Jean ran a hand over her tired face and sighed. "I only want to go to bed, 'Ro…"
"Sure… But is he not going to wake you when he comes back?" her friend asked her concerned.
"Logan's not coming back tonight anyway," the redhead shrugged and closed the door behind her; leaving Ororo to stand in front of it with a sad look on her face.
Still hours later, Logan sat in a bar and emptied one glass after the next while he glared at something in front of him that only he saw. He couldn't hide that he was angry and unhappy, that he hated his life as it currently looked like and that he desperately wanted to get out, wanted to be back in Canada in the mountains, where no one told him what to do and how to behave. He knew it was wrong of him to leave her alone with everything, but when she was around he felt like a caged animal, who got punished every time it did something wrong. With a low growl that emerged deep from his throat, Logan sucked on his cigar and emptied the glass; ordering a new one instantly. He knew when he got back sometime later that he was the bad guy again, since he had left his poor woman alone with that kid. He glared at the bartender when he exchanged the glasses and immediately emptied half of the new whiskey. Thinking about having to go back into his cage made the animal within him angry anyway. Deep inside Logan longed for being able to run completely free again, to let his senses be, to hunt and just live as he liked it. But he knew that this life had been over from the moment he had agreed on staying at the mansion. If he had just left with the Alpha Flight Team, he would now be back in Canada and probably at his cabin, where no one told him what to do and what not. Thinking about how much he would love to just grab his bike and leave, he closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face.
"Someone had a bad day, huh?"
Hearing the unfamiliar voice next to him, Logan looked up and his hazel, but dark eyes, fell onto the blonde next to him.
"I'm Jenna," she smiled and he nodded but sipped on his glass again. "And you are?"
"Name's Logan…," he grunted and exhaled the smoke, still glaring at whatever his eyes saw.
"A man of few words, hm?" Jenna said and he was about to tell her to piss off when her dazzling smile stopped him from doing so. "How come a man like you is sitting here all by himself?"
Just looking at her, Logan began to wonder when Jean had stopped seeing him as one. As a man, not as someone who just happened to be there. He couldn't even remember the last time they had gotten close…
"Unhappy?" the blonde asked and laid her hand onto his thigh, which made him snap out of his daydream.
"What makes ya think that?" Logan asked and looked at his glass while he tried to ignore what she was doing to him.
"Because you sure look like someone who wishes he could get away from everything," Jenna purred and continued to stroke the thigh with her hand.
"Hm…," he made and was surprised that already strangers could read him so easily. He looked back at the woman, who gave him her best smile and had to admit that she was beautiful. But he also knew that she was only flirting with him because she wanted to seduce him. He began to ask himself why Jean had forgotten how easily he could find someone else. That he didn't depend on her. He thought she must have forgotten it as much as she had forgotten how he truly felt about her. "Ya think ya can change it?" Logan asked nonchalantly and cocked an eyebrow at the blonde, who suddenly moved closer and squeezed his thigh.
"Hm…," she made and her smile became wider. "I'm positive I can…," Jenna purred and lowered her gaze for a moment before she looked back up at him. "There's a motel close by… So what do you think, gorgeous?" She got slowly up, made sure to move like a cat when she walked over to the door and held it open with a lascivious smile.
Jean was just on her way back to her room with a bottle in her hand when she saw that the door was closed and not open as she had left it. She furrowed her brows when she entered and was surprised to see Logan leaving the bathroom. "Where…have you been all night?!" she asked him clearly angered and closed the door, which made him only roll his eyes. "Damn it, Logan, I was worried that something happened to you! Where have you been?!"
"Out!" he grunted and walked over to the window to glare out of it.
"Out? For nearly twenty hours?!" Jean asked and crossed her arms. "What have you been doing the whole time through?"
"Thinking…," Logan growled annoyed and already felt the urge to leave again.
"I don't believe this…," she huffed and walked over to pull Sara out of the cradle. "Your daughter is hungry. Feed her!"
"Why me? Can't ya do it?" he asked and turned around, returning the glare she gave him.
"I am taking a bath now and you will sit down and feed your daughter!" Jean hissed and handed the baby and bottle over to him, ignoring that he was about to snap.
"Jean…"
"No, Logan!" she said loudly and on the edge of her nerves. "She kept me awake all night, I slept for less than 2 hours, I am tired after running around all night while you sat in some bar and drank who knows what! I need a break!" Close to start crying Jean disappeared in the bathroom and looked the door behind her, while he glared at the wood in anger.
Only shaking his head Logan sat down on the bed and began to feed the child reluctantly. When he was done he put her back into the cradle and walked back over to the window to look at the wood again, which already began to disappear into the night. The urge to go for a walk in it was strong, but he also knew that the woman, who just came out of the bathroom, would eat him alive if he did so.
"I really can't believe that you have the nerve to stay away all night after just coming back," he heard Jean saying and heaved a deep breath while his eyes were closed. The wood really became nicer and nicer with every word she said. "I can't do everything alone, Logan, don't you understand that? She's our child!"
"I just fed the kid, okay?!" he snapped without turning around; not aware that her face had turned into a mask of anger.
"The kid has a name!" Jean hissed and walked over to the bed to pull the sheets aside. "Why can't you love her?!" she added in a whisper after she'd sat down on the bed and looked at her hands with tears in her eyes. She looked up and it angered her that he was stubborn enough to just keep on staring out of the window. "Would you say something?!"
Logan remained silent for a bit longer but when he turned around, his face without any emotions and completely serious, Jean looked up and began to wonder why her heart skipped a bit. "It ain't workin'…," he said in a calm but his typical husky voice.
"What?" she asked and furrowed her brows, finally able to look into his eyes when he raised his head.
"Us," Logan simply said and shook his head. "We ain't workin' out…".
That's part one for now. I know it's completely different from what you might have expected, but well…..that's me. LOL I'm evil. I hope you liked it and will leave a review. You know that I love to read what you think. : ) It will be called Sequel until I come up with a title. See ya!