X-Men is not owned by me

"Jubilee? Kitty? Where are you?"

Kitty phased through a wall next to me. "You want to say something to me?"

"Yeah, where's Jubes."

Kitty looked next to her. "Oops. Hold that thought." She went back through the wall and came back with an irritated looking Jubilee.

"Great, forget about me," She grumbled and sat down on my bed with her arms crossed.

Kitty looked at her and shrugged, knowing her temper tantrum would be over with soon.

I smiled at them, probably looking a little bit insane. I was so excited I was almost jumping up and down. After Dr. McCoy gave us the news, a stunned looking Logan carried me up to my room, deep in thought.

The only thing he said was some sort of threat if I left the room. A couple minutes after he had left my room, I heard the unmistakable roar of his/Scott's motorcycle. I'm pretty sure he went off to some bar with a cage. If he wasn't back soon I'd send Scott after him, though thinking about it, that might not be a good idea for Scott. I paused for a moment to think about it, but then shrugged. Scott needs to learn how to stick up for himself anyway.

Turning my attention back to Jubilee and Kitty, I waved the pictures I had clutched in my hand in front of the arguing pair. They both turned their heads to stare at the flapping pieces of paper.

Jubilee narrowed her eyes. "What's that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, nonchalantly. "Oh, nothing much. Just my ultrasound pictures."

"WHAT!" They both screamed at the same time and almost fell off the bed.

I applauded. "Wow, you guys said that at the exact same time. Guess you guys owe each other a coke."

"Give me that." Jubilee pounced at me and I narrowly escaped by rolling to across the bed.

"Okay, okay, sit down I'll show them to you both," I laughed.

"Finally." Jubes plunked down next to me as I sat down on my rumpled green blanket.

"I almost can't believe it." Kitty sat down, her eyes wide and her face pale.

"Ok, ready?" They both nodded. I showed them the long strand of pictures.

Jubilee took them from me and turned them all around. "Uh, where's the kid?"

I giggled. "Right there. I had a hard time at first too." As I outlined line the shape of the baby. I saw Kitty and Jubes smile a soft smile. One I had copied when I first saw it.

Jubes voice was abnormally quiet when she asked, "Do you know what, what it is?"

I smiled. "Actually. Hank was able to tell. He didn't think he could, but he said that perhaps because of the mutation the baby could be faster growing….or something along those lines. I wasn't exactly paying much attention." I thought back to the stunned look on Logan's face, I don't think he would remember either.

Kitty grabbed my arm. "Well, what is it."

I felt my hand slip down to my stomach almost cradling the life inside. "It's a boy."

Logan slugged back another drink. He had had almost 10 beers by this point. He wasn't trying to get drunk. He waited long enough in between for his healing factor to bump in and wash away the alcohol running in his blood. He jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Scott looking down at him.

"What are you doin' here, Shades?"

"Well, I decided to take pity on Rogue and offered to go find you. If not, the Professor's prize rug will have tread marks in it."

"I told her not to worry." He muttered.

Scott sat down and got a beer from a waitress. "Yeah, well ,women have a way of worrying."

"Ain't that for sure." He took another drink of beer and then sized Scott up. "Why are you hanging around Scooter? We both know we ain't best friends."

Scott looked back at him, no expression crossing his face for a moment. Then he leaned back in his chair. "Might be because I feel sorry for Rogue getting stuck with you." He put up a hand as Logan growled. "Or it could because I understand that life sometimes takes you down a road that you weren't planning on taking and you find you can't turn back. And while you're painfully wading down that road you're wondering if it's worth it and if you even want to go back. I guess I understand that you have just as much angst and confusion as Rogue."

Logan raised any eyebrow at Scott's use of the word angst in connection to him, but didn't say a word and just looked at the cage fight going on. "And how would you know about that?"

"For one thing I know you would never intentionally do that to Rogue. And somewhere inside tells me you'll do the right thing even if it kills you because you'd never want to hurt her. And I've been there. Jean and I didn't get a fairytale ending nor did we get a fairytale start. I mean she was older than me. It took a long time for both of us to muddle our way to realizing our feelings. And I'm going through it now. Do I really wish Jean was dead? No. But at the same time I'm glad the Phoenix is. So, even if you want to pretend I don't understand, I do."

Logan took one last pull of his beer and dropped some bills on the table. "I guess I better head back."

Scott nodded. "Yeah, I'm gonna finish this than I'll go too."

"I uh covered your drink. But don't go tellin' anyone 'bout this conversation or I'll have to show you what admantium feels like." Logan spun around and swaggered out the door.

Scott looked at the fight going on, lost in his own thoughts of days gone by.

A/N:
I really don't think I can apologize enough for how long it has taken me to update. I promise I'll do better, especially now that school is almost on break…YAY!

Also, I have, with the wonderful JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo, started up a Rogan Forum, called We Heart Rogan. Its got boards for general talk, fanfiction, and, of course, Rogan topics, and many others. If you would be interested the link is on my profile. We'd love for you to check it out!

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