Author's note: Since AliasSpyCrazy was the 200. reviewer of CHANGES, she had a wish free. Well, I hope I wrote the two scenes as you wanted them. The first one was Logan and Jean turning each other on during a boring meeting. Funny thing was: Before she stated this wish, I had already written a similar one. I only added a bit more talking to it. But it's not that hot, since the scene I had pre-written already contains the main action. ; ) I'll add the second one between Logan and his kids while I'm typing. Hope the scenes are as you've imagined them! Otherwise, you can kick my butt. ; ) So, the ITALIC stuff is for you! ; ) CORRECTED VERSION (Nov 21)!!!
Changes Sequel – I. Darkness Part 14
A few days later, the X-Men thought about having a day out because up to now the Professor still hadn't got a clue how to proceed. Since Logan had told them that their new nemesis wasn't in possession of his full power, yet, Kitty and Jubilee had the idea of going shopping altogether. The only difficult now was to convince Logan to drive them to the next mall. After trying it for hours, everything that was needed was one pleading look of his kids and he finally gave in. Nevertheless, he hadn't expected that the drive to the mall would become that stressing for him, since his kids had figured that something went wrong between their parents…
Sitting in the middle of the huge car right behind the driver's seat, the twins and Rachel kept on looking at each other while their father was concentrating on the freeway and their mother looked out of the window. They had figured for days now that something was quiet wrong. Instead of saying goodnight to them together as usual, one parent entered first and the other one followed after the first had left. During breakfast, lunch and dinner they also didn't speak one word with each other and it was no secret to them, too, that their father was obviously sleeping anywhere but at home at night.
Exchanging glances once more, while Kitty, Peter, Jubilee and Bobby sat behind them and also noticed the strange mood in the car, Jack finally shrugged and crossed his arms before he gave his father a suspicious look through the rear view. "Why are you not talking with each other?" he asked them aloud and could practically hear how his mother's heart kicked into high gear. On the back seats, the younger X-Men also looked at each other and hoped this wouldn't end in a fight. They'd noticed the look Logan gave his son.
"It's nothin' to ya, Jack," Logan grunted and saw that Scott's car was still behind them. "So, leave it!"
"Well, it is," Lily said calmly and also looked at him. "We're your kids, you know…"
"Smart kids," Jubilee nodded and grinned slightly at her friends.
"Why are you mad with mommy, daddy?" Rachel asked him and pouted in hope to get a satisfying answer.
Turning around, Jean gave her three children a look. "You heard what daddy said, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but that wasn't an answer," her son replied and cocked an eyebrow at her. "We're not stupid, if you might think that!"
"Jack!" Logan said a bit louder and used a tone that always got instant results. "Last warning!"
Narrowing his eyes, the boy looked out of the window. "You're as mean as that idiot was," he mumbled in a whisper, but winced when he heard his father's warning growl.
Now they walked through the mall with 11 mutants in total, Ororo and Kurt not included since they rather wanted to go swimming with their child and decided to split. While Bobby joined Kitty, Peter and Jubilee, Mystique had changed into her human form and went with Scott, so only Logan and Jean were left over with their three children.
Lily and Jack stuck to their father and one child was on each hand, while Rachel held onto her mother. Walking in silence for some time, the redhead stopped in front of a store and turned to her children. "You wanna go shopping for some clothes?"
Smiling happily, since she absolutely loved it, Rachel immediately cheered. "Yeah!"
"But I wanted to go to the toy store," Lily complained and pouted; looking at her father for help, since she knew how much he hated shopping for clothes.
"Yeah, me, too!" Jack nodded in agreement and gave his mother a begging look not to torture him by shoving him into that store.
"We can go afterwards, okay?" Jean said and instantly the eyes of her twins went into puppy-dog-mode.
"But I don't like shopping for clothes, mommy. It's boring…," the girl pouted and Logan couldn't help but smirk slightly. He would say something, but he knew his twins did a good job so far to save him from this store.
Sighing, Jean ran a hand through her hair; noticing the look Rachel gave her. "Okay, then daddy goes with the two of you to a toy store and we meet in an hour at the café over there."
"Come on," Logan said and took the hands of the twins again; leaving with them while the redhead watched him closely with a sad look, before she turned to her youngest again with a smile. "Let's go, shall we?"
"Ah, Jubes!" Kitty groaned and tried to get her friend away from the gambling machine. "You're even worse than a kid. Now come on, we want to go and get some ice cream!"
"Just one more try, okay?" her fried smiled pleadingly and quickly put another coin into the machine.
"Can't you say something?" Kitty asked Bobby harshly and joined her husband again.
"Why me?" he asked surprised and switched from the DVD's to her; noticing the cocked eyebrow and crossed arms of her. "What?" he added slightly annoyed and folded his arms, too.
"Damn, I hate you!" Jubilee cursed and kicked the machine with one foot. "Can I try again?"
Groaning, Bobby grabbed her hand and shoved her away and out of the store. "No, you can't!"
"You're even meaner than Wolvie, ya know that?" the girl complained and pouted. "Okay, what now?"
"I finally want to have my ice!" Kitty said annoyed and dragged Peter to the next café she saw. "Can you get one?" she smiled brightly at him. Nodding, he kissed her briefly, before he went over to the woman behind the counter. "See? That's how you've got to do it!"
"Do what?" Jubilee asked her in confusion and cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Well, you've got a man next to you, so try it for yourself," Kitty shrugged and took a seat in a corner.
"Hm…," the other young woman made and turned to Bobby who had briefly stopped at a store. "Bobby…," she purred and he immediately raised an eyebrow; being completely alarmed of her strange sounding voice. "You'll be a gentleman now and buy me an ice-cream, okay?"
"Can't you do this alone?" he gave back since she already stood at the counter. Seeing how her eyes narrowed slightly, he quickly raised his hands in defeat. "Okay, okay, which one?"
Smiling widely, Jubilee turned around to join Kitty. "Surprise me!"
Groaning, he shook his head and gave Peter a look when this one grinned. "What?"
Only shrugging amused, the tall man winked. "Problems with your girlfriend, huh?"
"She.is.not.my.girlfriend!" Bobby gave back and made his friend's grin even wider. "Go and take care of your wife!" Looking rather pissed at the woman behind the counter, he let his eyes scan through the ice crème quickly, while he could still hear Kitty's giggle from afar.
Walking with his kids through the third toy store, Logan carried three bags by now and had really trouble to keep up with the excited twins, who rather ran than walked through it. Noticing that they'd finally stopped, he walked up to them and could already see their puppy-dog faces from afar. Looking at the small indoor playground behind them, he cocked an eyebrow; he already knew what would follow next. "Can we go and play?" Lilly said pleadingly and gave her father her best you are the nicest daddy of the world-look she was capable of.
Sighing, Logan checked his watch briefly and nodded since they still had about 15 minutes time. "'Kay, but only for ten minutes!" Smiling their biggest smile, the twins ran off, while he put the bags sighing to the ground and leant against a pillar to watch them. From the corner of his eye, he saw a woman with red hair approaching, whose daughter was running ahead and obviously aimed for the playground, too. When the woman reached him, calling after her excited daughter to slow down, she stumbled over her own feet and fell down; her bags content landing on the ground and spreading into every direction. Reacting instinctively, Logan jumped forward and caught her fall quickly.
"How's your shoulder doing, by the way?" Mystique asked Scott and gave him a look from aside.
"Still hurts, but don't tell Logan," Scott said grimly. "I can practically see him smiling about it…"
Shaking her head, she suddenly stopped at a toy store and looked inside. "Speaking of which…there he is." She pointed inside and felt how Scott's blood began to boil when he saw the woman in his teammate's arms.
"This fucking bastard!" he cursed and was about to storm into the store, when Mystique held him back.
"Stop!" she said and turned him towards her again. "You don't know what happened before. And you can't beat Logan up in front of his and other people's children…"
"Why not?" he spat and glared at the man inside. "Then his kids finally realize what a bastard he is."
"He's not a bastard, Scott!" Mystique said darkly and crossed her arms.
"Yeah, of course," the man nodded and shook his head. "Says a woman…"
"Hey," someone said behind them all of a sudden and they turned around to see Jean coming closer; her hands full of plastic bags while Rachel carried one, too. "What's wrong?" Stopping in front of them, while the girl went over to a small fountain, she gave them a frowning look.
"Nothing," Scott spat and nodded inside. Following his gaze, Jean immediately narrowed her eyes when her heart began to race…
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Thank you!" the woman stuttered and he let go of her after she finally stood on her own two feet again.
"Don't mention it," Logan grunted. "You alright?"
Smiling at him, she nodded and pulled the strands out of her face. "Yeah. Thanks again Mr. …"
"Name's Logan."
"I'm Anna. Nice to meet you," the redhead said and held out her hand smiling, which Logan took before he helped her to get her things from the ground; catching two familiar scents from afar. Handing her one of her bags, she took it still smiling.
"Thank you." Anna followed his gaze when Logan finally made sure his kids were still okay. "Ehm,…can I invite you to something? A cup of coffee or so?" she asked him calmly and blushed a bit when he eyed her from aside.
"Thanks, darlin', but I've business to do here," Logan replied smirking while he still leant with his arms crossed against the pillar.
Anna looked over to the small playground again where her daughter was just playing with two dark haired kids. She narrowed her eyes a bit, while she looked to and fro between them and the man next to her. "The twins over there?" she asked him, just to earn a cocked eyebrow from him.
"How can ya tell?" Logan asked smirking; secretly feeling thrilled that it was so obvious.
The woman shrugged smiling. "They look a lot like you. But it was only a guess."
Chuckling he nodded in appreciation. "Good guess!"
"Maybe I can invite you later? If it's okay for you, of course…," she said after a while.
He was just about to response when a small redhead ran towards him while she waved with a bag. "Daddy!" Rachel called and threw herself at him before he pulled her up. "Mommy bought me new clothes!" she told him excited and to prove it, she held the plastic bag right under his nose.
"Did she?" he asked smiling and took the bag out of her hands, just to nod over to her brother and sister. "You wanna go playin', pumkin'?"
"Yeah!" she said smiling and ran over to the playground as soon as her feet touched the ground.
"I assume that definitely is a no, right?" Anna said and smiled slightly at him.
"Yeah, I'm married," Logan replied and put the bag to the others. "But thanks, darlin'."
"Thanks for helping me out again. Bye, Mr. Logan!" Smiling again at him, he watched how she walked over to get her daughter, before his nose caught a third familiar scent, that finally came closer. He knew Jean had been standing right next to Scott and Mystique for quiet some time on the outside. Since the playground was close to the entrance, they had watched him the whole time through. Noticing her jealous look, he turned his head to his kids again, when Jean stopped right next to him; not saying anything at all.
Back at the mansion, Logan sat in the kitchen and sipped on a beer while he endured Ororo's sermon which she gave him for at least 15 minutes now. Glaring at the woman opposite him, he kept on asking if she really didn't realize that he was about to slice her into pieces or if she was just good in ignoring it. He on the contrary got more and more pissed with every word she said.
"Logan, you have to understand her," the woman said and gave him another pleading look. "She loves you. More than anything else…" Hearing the snort of him, Ororo sighed frustrated. "She does and you know that! She's sorry for what she'd done and I know that she would do anything for you as long as you forgive her," she went on, still trying not to look at his pissed gaze too closely. She was completely aware of him warning her to stop it. Nevertheless, she'd promised Jean to at least try it. "Look, this bastard… The things he did to her were more than terrible. He hit her, betrayed her, hurt her…and what did she do?" she asked him insistently. "She stayed on his side. On YOUR side, because she thought it was you. And why? Because she loves you and hoped that you would change…"
"Doesn't change the facts, does it?!" he grunted as a reply and heard her sighing again.
"She was despaired and afraid of him, Logan. She drank too much! This could have happened to everyone…"
"Well, not to me…," Logan growled arrogantly and sipped on his beer again.
"Yeah, because you can't get really drunk, damn it!" Ororo said louder and narrowed her eyes in anger about his stubbornness. "Logan, I know you love her. More than your life. You can't just throw everything away just because you're hurt! Please, talk with her! She endured the most terrible things because she loves you so much… And believe me," she added and shook her head. "If my husband would hit me or force me to sleep with him… I would leave him. Immediately!"
Shaking his head, he put his beer down and left the kitchen, ignoring his friend's plea, just to bump into Mystique on the outside. "If you want to give me another sermon, piss off!" he growled at her, but saw that she shook her head.
"No, I've found something about the seals you mentioned in the files," the woman replied and beckoned him to follow her. "Five documents in total. But each one in a different language. Charles said you have a great knowledge of foreign languages, so I thought you could translate them."
Entering the elevator, Logan heaved a deep breath and crossed his arms. "At least it saves me from listening to that shit…"
Giving him a look, she waited for the doors to open and walked down the corridor in front of her towards the computer room. "I wouldn't call it shit if they are worried that your family breaks apart…," she said calmly and immediately saw how he narrowed his eyes warningly.
"It's my goddamn business, got that?" Logan replied and she nodded before she handed him the papers.
"Can you translate them?" she asked after he'd looked over them for some time. "The English one here is no problem, but the Chinese one there…"
"Japanese," he corrected her. "It's Japanese. Chinese looks different, even if Japanese has some words inherited."
"You can actually read that?" Mystique asked him surprised and sat down on the table next to him.
"Not only reading," he mumbled and looked at one paper closely. "Those four here are no problem, but I don't know this one here," Logan said after a while and looked at one paper in a strange language. "But it looks like an African tribe language…"
Shaking her head in disbelief, the woman looked over his shoulder a bit. "How many languages do you know? I mean…I know this one is French, but I can't speak it or even understand what I read. But what is the rest of it?"
"I'm Canadian, remember? So, of course I speak French fluently, too. This one here is Portuguese, that one Japanese, the third of course English, but with old Australian words in it… But the French looks more like the one which is spoken in Europe." Reading through it, he nodded. "Yeah, it's not the French we speak in Canada… So this one here must be an African tribe language."
"How do you want to know?" she asked him frowning.
"Look, you have Australia, Asia, Europe," Logan explained and pointed at the papers in his hand. Since Portuguese is spoken in South America and not in Africa, the last of those five papers must be from Africa, right?"
"The five continents…," Mystique nodded and was secretly amazed how fast his mind worked. "I'm still waiting for an answer…," she added and gave him a look.
"15," he grunted and put the African paper away to ask Ororo for help.
"Fluent?" she asked him while her chin dropped.
"5 fluent, skilled in 7, 3 rusty," he said quickly while his mind already began to translate the Japanese paper. Hearing not a single movement from her, he looked up after a while. "What?"
Staring at him completely speechless, Mystique reminded herself to blink. "Nothing, it's just… How come you know so many languages?"
"Dunno…," he replied and got up. "Be right back, I've got to ask 'Ro about this one here."
Watching him leaving, the woman still stared at the door and shook her head. Finally she sat down again and already prepared the computer to write down the translated versions…
Upstairs, Ororo was with Jean in the kitchen and prepared the lunch with her. She'd already told her that her talking with Logan had led to nothing and had seen the disappointed look of her friend. "Come one, he'll get over it," she said and laid a hand on her friend's shoulder. "You know Logan…"
Before Jean could answer, Logan entered the kitchen and gave Ororo a look. "Can you look at this here?" he asked her and handed the paper over. "It's an African tribe language, isn't it?"
Looking over the paper frowning, the weather witch sighed and shook her head. "If then it isn't one I know… But what is it anyway?" Handing the paper back to him, Logan cocked an eyebrow at it.
"Mystique found them while she searched for the seals. It must be an African one, otherwise it doesn't make sense." Thinking about it for a while, he suddenly had an idea. "What's the name of that kid who has this strange mutation? The one who can translate everything?"
"You mean Cypher?" Jean said and he nodded.
"Right, Douglas can understand every language," Ororo said and looked to and fro between them.
"Where do I find this guy?" Logan asked and already turned to leave when Jean spoke up.
"He has the room together with Luke."
Seeing that he was about to leave, Ororo intervened. "Logan…what do you say if someone helps you, huh?" she said with crossed arms and gave him a warning look, but he only snorted and left. "Arrogant bastard!" she hissed and shook her head.
"Just leave him alone, 'Ro," Jean said barely audible and went on cutting the vegetables. "Pushing him leads to nothing… And besides, Mystique is waiting for him."
Hearing the jealous undertone, Ororo giggled. "That just reminds me of something."
"What?" the redhead asked her frowning and looked up.
"Remember when I caught the two of you in the lady's toilet?" Grinning she saw the blush on her friend's cheeks. "You still haven't told me what Logan had said that embarrassed you so much… Or should I rather say…turned you on?"
"'Ro!" Jean cried and quickly turned around when her cheeks even became redder.
"Come on! What did he say, huh?"
Jean sat on her stool next to Logan in the Briefing Room and listened to Scott, who told them about the mission he'd been on. Looking at her from time to time, since he was bored to death, Logan finally decided to start a mental conversation with his wife. "God, how long do I still have to listen to this sissy?"
Smiling slightly, which made Scott frown in front of them, Jean acted as if she had to check the two rings on her left ring finger quickly. "Be nice, Logan."
"I could think about some other things that would be a lot more fun now, darlin'," he said mentally and gave her a lopsided grin.
"I'd bet on that," she replied and tried to ignore the obvious picture he sent over to her.
"Hotter things, ya know," he added and noticed her warning look since some of the others were watching them from time to time.
"Logan…listen to Scott or else you don't know again later what the whole meeting was about!"
"Easy to sum it up," he said and shrugged a bit. "Dickhead tells us what a poor sissy he is. You have my sympathy, darlin'! You must have been in a durable coma while you were with him. What had gotten into ya anyway to get engaged with that dickhead?"
"You're incorrigible! You know that by the way?" Jean gave back and saw his smirk in the next second while his eyes scanned her body from aside.
"And you're damn hot, darlin'," he replied and licked his lips briefly. "So, what did you do at night? One week, all alone without me, huh? Enjoyed yourself?"
Blushing, she felt how her heart kicked into high gear about his bluntness. "Logan, stop it!"
His eyes switched to her short black skirt, which was obviously as new as her top. "You, know…wouldn't mind if that one was smaller…" Reaching out, he touched her leg under the table and began to stroke it slowly.
Biting her lip hard, Jean pushed his hand away mentally. "Damn you…," she cursed and head him chuckling inside her head, while she had trouble to think straight. She knew that he was completely aware of what he did to her right now. And she also knew that he enjoyed every second of his teasing. "I really don't want to know what you did at night the whole week through…"
"Read my mind…," Logan said and smirked at her
"I'd rather not…"
"Yeah, because you'd like it," he gave back. "But I could also show ya if ya find a way out of this sissy shit…" Still scanning her body, his hazel eyes stopped at her new top next. Tilting his head a bit to have a better look at her, he had to snort slightly. The new black top she wore was definitely something she usually never wore without at least another top over it. It was a corset like top that was tied at the back and he asked himself how she had managed to get dressed in the morning without his help. But he definitely enjoyed the front view of it…
"What are you doing now?" Jean shrieked mentally when she felt his fingers plucking at the cords on her back.
"How do I open this thing?"
"Logan! Don't even dare to fumble now," she warned him and gave him a mental slap on his fingers.
"Oh, I'd rather like to pet now, darlin'…," he replied with a satisfied smirk, since his senses had caught another change in her body function.
"You're a pig!" she scolded him slightly. "What would you do if I'd been gone for two weeks instead of one, huh?"
"You really wanna now?" Logan teased her and licked his lips again; knowing which effect it had on her.
"Tell me!"
"…nah, I'd rather not. Don't want ya to wet your pants, darlin'…," he replied. "And I don't mean in fear…"
"Come on, tell me," she demanded to know and nudged him a bit; being glad that no one else knew what exactly the two of them were talking about mentally. Otherwise her face would have been redder than her hair.
"Who gets excited here now, huh?" he teased her further and chuckled.
"I'm not!" Jean protested and gave him a look.
"No, 'f course not…," Logan mocked her grinning a bit. "Your scent speaks volumes, darlin'."
"Your jeans, too," she shot back with a knowing look on her face.
"Where're ya looking at, darlin', huh?" he smirked. "Like what ya see?"
"Scott's watching us, Logan…," she tried to change the subject.
"Coward!"
"Me?"
"'f course," Logan replied. "I asked ya something…"
Blushing a bit, she began to pluck on her skirt; completely aware of his eyes scanning her long legs. "You already know the answer…"
Running a finger over her left leg again, while he felt goose bumps coming up and made sure no one was watching them, Logan smirked slightly. "But I wanna hear it from ya, Jeannie," he said mentally and felt her shivering. "So, like what ya see, darlin?"
"I'd rather say you like what you see, honey," Jean teased him back and heard him chuckling inside her head again.
"Let's say my imagination is pretty…invigorated…"
"Isn't that always the case?"
"If my wife's such a hot chick, can't help it," he purred and squeezed her knee a bit. "And if this dickhead doesn't hurry up, I'll misuse the table for something else. That guy bores the pants off me…"
Suddenly smirking, Jean began to caress his chest with her telepathy; ignoring the warning look he gave her. "Pants off sounds good…," she teased him jokingly, but knew that he had trouble to control his patience.
"You're getting yourself in trouble, Red," Logan warned her and had to bite his lip briefly when invisible hands stroked down his belly.
"Am I?" Jean purred seductively and hid her grin.
"If you don't want to land on the table in a second…," he began but she cut him off.
"Don't wet your pants, honey," she purred. Smirking, she suddenly telepathically squeezed his manhood a bit and Logan jumped out of his chair yelping.
Immediately everyone stared at him in confusion, while Jean held back a giggle. "Got a problem, Logan?" Scott asked him with a cocked eyebrow and frowned.
Glaring at Jean, who still smirked at him, Logan shook his head. "Got a cramp…"
"A cramp…?" Ororo asked him in disbelief, while she eyed him and Jean suspiciously.
Sitting down again, Logan nodded. "Yeah…in my leg…"
"Then you should try to relax, honey," Jean said smiling and got up, ignoring his low growl. Standing in front of everyone now, she began her debriefing and told them about Ororo's and her search for the mutant Charles had wanted them to find. Being surprised that Logan didn't send any mental notes to her the whole time through, she made it through her whole report of what happened during the week.
"So, what happened to him?" Scott asked and watched Jean packing her papers together.
"He's probably somewhere and licks his wounds," she replied and began to move to return to her seat.
"I'd rather lick you now, darlin'," Logan said mentally and gave her a pretty obvious image of what he meant with it.
Blushing, she paused and stared at him in shock with widened eyes. Her papers fell crashing to the ground and she was completely not with it anymore. "So…uhm…," Jean began and cleared her throat to explain one more thing, while the others looked at her in complete confusion. Seeing Logan's wolfish, lopsided grin, she ran a hand through her face. "Well, as I said… Excuse me!" Nearly running out of the room as quickly as she could, Jean left her teammates looking at each other.
"What now?" Ororo asked and looked at Logan for help.
"I'll go and check on her," he replied and left. Following her scent, he had no trouble to find her in the lady's toilet. Closing the door carefully behind himself, he came slowly closer while Jean dried her face with a towel. Not hearing him at all, she had to shriek when he suddenly turned her around and began to kiss her passionately.
"Are you crazy?" she gasped after he broke it, just to begin to lick on her neck until he heard a deep sigh from her. "How can you shock me like this?"
"By doing what?" Logan asked her huskily and began to pull her slowly closer. "By sharing my thoughts with you? I warned you…"
Jean looked at the door and only waited for someone to catch them. "They're waiting, Logan…"
As a reply he only kissed her mouth and neck again. "And I'm already waiting for a week… So forget about sissy and his friends…"
Biting her lip hard while he still tried to seduce her, the redhead pushed him away a bit. "Not here," she said pleadingly, but gasped in the next second when his hands had found a way under her tight top.
"Ya own fault if ya look so damn sexy, darlin'…," Logan growled. Quickly he'd pulled her leg around his waist and made short work of her pants, while she could only lean against him sighing loudly. "Lock the door," he demanded before he kissed her passionately again.
Doing it mentally, Jean opened his belt and zipper on the same way, which made him smirk satisfied. When he was about to pull her up, she broke the kiss all of a sudden.
"No…," she panted and looked with the same heat into his hazel eyes as he was staring back at her.
"Too late for telling me t'stop, darlin'…," Logan panted huskily and was about to kiss her again, when she took his hands.
"Not like this." Looking at him with flushed cheeks, she pulled him towards the wash-hand basin and turned her back to him.
Smirking, Logan understood what she wanted. Stepping closer from behind, he pulled her hair away from one shoulder to kiss her neck again. With his hands on her hip, he bent over her and bit softly into her neck. "A bit naughty today, huh?" he asked her huskily and sent shivers down her spine.
"Well, I haven't seen you in a week, haven't I?" she replied hoarsely and bit her lip, before she impatiently rubbed against his groin. "Logan, please…"
Chuckling, he parted her legs a bit more, while one hand stroked over her belly and leg gently. "No need to beg, darlin'...," he said and bit her neck and shoulder softly again. Closing her eyes, Jean bit her lips hard to prevent herself from moaning when he entered her. "God, I missed you, Jeannie," Logan hissed through gritted teeth while he held her as close as possible…
Afterwards, Jean leant with her back against the wall, while they kissed each other deeply, as it suddenly knocked on the door. "Jean?" Ororo's voice could be heard and the redhead let shrieking go of Logan. Without thinking twice, she pushed him over to the toilet. "Hide!" she hissed and let go of him.
Cocking an eyebrow at her he shook his head. "Why hiding?"
"Logan, please!" Jean begged and sighed relieved when he groaned annoyed and hid in the toilet. Quickly she straightened her clothes and unlocked the door mentally again. "Yeah?"
Ororo entered and saw her standing at the basin; cooling her face. "You alright?" she asked her suspiciously and began to look around.
"Yeah…," the redhead nodded and tried to give her a not too embarrassed smile.
Nodding smirking, Ororo crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Tell Logan he can come out from wherever he's hiding…"
Blushing, Jean heard him coming out of the toilet and looked at her friend with widened eyes. "'Ro, it's not what it looks like…," she tried to explain, but Ororo burst out into laughter.
"Oh, come on, Jean!" the weather witch laughed. "It was so obvious what the two of you were doing in here…," she said and shook her head in amusement. "What did you say mentally that embarrassed her so much, huh?" she asked Logan, but this one only shrugged and pulled Jean close again. Shaking her head smirking, Ororo gave them an amused look. "Other couples have trouble keeping their passion up after one year of being together and after five years the two of you can't even stay away from each other for a week… Okay, five days to be more precisely."
Kissing Jean's neck again, Logan gave Ororo a look. "Jealous?"
"Honestly, yeah…," she replied and nodded to the door. "The meeting's over by the way." Grinning again, she left and Jean let out a deep breath.
"Gosh, she caught us…," the redhead cried and blushed even more.
"And?" Logan said and pulled her with him to the outside. "We didn't do anything forbidden, did we?"
"Is there anything in the world that can probably embarrass you for a second?" she asked him frowning.
Thinking, he shook his head. "No," he replied and grinned suddenly. "But I know a way to embarrass Cyke…"
"Just what I've thought," Jean groaned.
"I'll just get my jacket, be right back!"
Waiting for him to return, they headed for the elevator together afterwards. Hank, Scott and Ororo were already inside and waited for them by holding the door open. Watching the couple cuddling with each other, Scott cleared his throat to get their attention. "I thought you wanted to check on her… What did you do the whole time through, Logan?" he asked.
Smirking at Ororo while Jean's heart kicked into high gear, Logan stepped out of the elevator on the upper level and gave his favorite nemesis a look. "Had sex with my wife. Got a problem with it, bub?" Turning around, he only heard files and papers falling to the ground and gave Jean, who could only shake her head, while she still felt embarrassed but also amused by now, a victorious look. "See? Told ya I know a way," Logan said and gave her another kiss.
Grinning, Ororo could only shake her head. "Yeah, that's Logan. But thanks for letting me now why he jumped out of the chair as if stung by a whole beehive." Nodding sadly, Jean heaved a deep sigh. "Come on, don't give up just like that," her friend tried to cheer her up. "Feelings like that can't be shoved aside so easily."
Looking up all of a sudden, Logan reappeared and beckoned them to follow him. "Forget about the food. We have a meeting in five minutes!" Staring at each other in confusion, they dried their hands quickly and followed him to the basement.
"What's wrong?" Ororo asked him when they entered the elevator.
"You'll see," he grunted and waited for the door to close.
Reaching the Conference Room, they saw that all X-Men were already gathered and even Rogue and Remy had arrived. Completely confused now, both woman exchanged glances and took their seats, seeing that Scott was standing next to Mystique and the Professor at the front. "What do you think you're doin'?" Logan asked his nemesis through clenched teeth and made him look up, while he walked to the front.
"Doing the meeting?" Scott replied and had to frown.
"Doing the meeting…," his opposite nodded and hissed. "Can't remember that you called in one."
"Logan, do I have to remind you that I took over while you were gone?" the other man replied and their teammates knew that they were about to unleash a new testosterone fight.
"Now I'm back, so sit down," Logan growled in a threatening low voice and gave him a piercing look.
"You just came back for real," Scott replied and crossed his arms.
Snorting, the other man gave a low, arrogant chuckle. "Oh, so you think just because ya had my wife, ya can have my position again, too?" Staring at her husband, Jean's eyes grew wide.
"I thought you might not feel well enough for it, Logan…," Scott tried to soothe him and raised his hands in defense.
Grabbing the collar of his opposite roughly, Logan faced him growling. "Go pissing me off even more, asshole, and I show ya HOW good I feel…" Hearing Charles' warning, he pushed Scott roughly away and glared at him. "Sit…down!" he hissed and watched like a predator, how the man took his seat. Heaving a deep breath, Logan nodded towards Mystique, who opened a file on the computer that was projected on the screen behind him. Seeing that it was a map of the world, the X-Men saw five blinking dots on each continent. "The locations you see are the places we assume to find the seals at. Apocalypse needs them to activate his full power. If he does we are in more than trouble, so we make groups. Each group travels to one location and destroys that seal. Got that so far?" Logan asked them still slightly pissed. Seeing their nods, he was about to continue when Hank raised his hand.
"What do those seals look like? Do we know that?" he asked and Mystique shook her head.
"We don't know exactly what they look like. But we know the exact places where to find them," she replied. "But from what Logan translated of the papers I've found, they look ancient and are related to the Maya culture." Hank nodded.
"Any questions? Otherwise I make the groups now," Logan asked. Since no one reacted, he looked at the list he'd made.
Next to him, Charles had narrowed his eyes and was watching him very closely. He felt that something was wrong with his X-Man, but couldn't tell what. To him, Logan appeared very tensed and stressed, which was completely unusual for him if he held meetings. Hearing how the middle of the table began to move and a huge hologram came into view he turned his attention briefly towards it.
"Rogue and Gambit. You deal with the seal in Arcachon, France. Storm and Nightcrawler with Addis-Abeba, Africa. Iceman, Jubilee, Kitty and Colossus with Ooldea, Australia. Beast, Mystique and dickhead go to Sierra Colorada, South America," he read of his list and each time he said the locations, the map began to automatically zoom in to the exact place. "I'll go to Jasmine Falls, Japan."
Looking at him in confusion every head turned to Jean, who was not minder surprised. "What about me?" she asked him frowning.
"You stay at home and watch over the kids," Logan replied without looking at her, when she jumped out of her chair.
"What?" the redhead said and felt anger coming up within her. "Is that your way of punishing me, Logan?" Hearing him heaving a deep breath while he threw the papers onto a pile, she swallowed hard not lose her temper completely. She'd endured a lot since he was back, but right now she had enough. "I'm not letting you go alone, Logan!"
"There's nothing to discuss! You stay here and protect the kids with the younger X-Men and Chuck," he gave back through clenched teeth and again Charles' gaze switched to him suspiciously.
"Logan…," Jean said warningly and shrieked when he slammed his hands on the table.
"I ain't discussing it!" he said aloud and glared at her.
"You are not going alone!" she shot back and tried to control her fear.
"Jean…," Logan said threatening through gritted teeth and heaved very deep breaths by now.
"No! I'm not discussing it either. I'm coming with you or you stay here!"
"You stay at home!" Logan said even louder while his eyes darkened for a brief moment. Frowning, Charles bent forward a bit to have a better look at him.
Crossing her arms, Jean held his gaze and looked at him as angrily as he was staring at her. "You can't make me!" she hissed while he began to growl; completely ignoring the others who were looking to and fro between them in shock.
"You stay here or…"
"Or what?" the redhead suddenly yelled. "Do you come up with this you're my wife and do as I say crap and hit me if I'm not obeying as your doppelganger did?"
Switching their looks to Logan, whose face was more than tensed while he wasn't blinking even once, they expected him to do exactly that in this very second. They knew he was trying to keep Wolverine down. Glaring at each other without saying anything for a while, he finally crossed his arms, too. "I command you to stay at home as your leader and you will obey, do you hear me?" he said in such a low voice that one had to listen very carefully to understand a word.
Sensing that the whole situation was getting out of control, Hank raised a hand. "Logan…"
"Or what?" Jean replied in a chilly voice.
"Or I throw you out…," was his reply.
"Logan, stop it!" Charles said aloud. "Both of you!"
"You wouldn't dare…," the redhead hissed and narrowed her eyes, which darkened a bit, too.
"Try out!" Logan shot back challenging.
Nodding, while she bit her lip and looked at him arrogantly, Jean finally turned around to leave. "We'll see!"
As soon as the door was closed, he took a deep breath before he turned his back towards the others; leaning against the table while he buried his face in one hand; fighting hard to shut Wolverine down. His teammates only looked at him in confusion, when Charles came closer. "Would you leave, please and get everything ready for the mission?" he said and watched them nodding first and leaving afterwards. Looking at his team-leader his look became worried. "Logan, what has gotten into you?" he asked him completely shocked. "Or better in the two of you? Where does all this hostility come from all of a sudden?" Looking away, while he still supported himself against the table Logan didn't reply anything. "The two of you have a family and the responsibility to act as one. And not to attack each other in such a violent way," the Professor continued and folded his hands. "My God, what has happened? I feel so much disappointment and confusion, but also anger within the two of you. Even hate…" Not knowing what to think, he could only shake his head. Seeing that Logan still had his eyes closed, he began to frown; recalling what he'd seen and felt before. "Logan, look at me…," he demanded. Sighing, the X-Man obeyed and the Professor leant back when he saw his opposite's eyes completely. "It's him, isn't it?" he asked and watched Logan nod slowly. "Wolverine? But why?"
Shrugging, Logan ran a hand through his face. "Dunno. This brainwashing thing… It destroyed something. I can't control him anymore. Apocalypse wanted to free my worst side and obviously he succeeded. Why else do you think I'm not staying at the mansion at night or lock me into the cells?"
Xavier nodded, since he'd noticed this before. "That's why you want to go alone. To protect the others?"
"Yeah…," his opposite replied calmly.
"But why the hate?" Charles asked him since he still didn't understand it. "You practically radiate it…"
Giving a short derisive laugh, Logan shook his head. "You really have to ask?" he gave back. "She cheated!"
Sighing, Charles nodded. "I know… But you also have to think about what she had gone through while you were gone." Looking up, he suddenly saw that Logan began to pace. He knew immediately that he fought a hard battle within.
"I know. I'm disappointed but he…" Closing his eyes again briefly, he shook his head. "He hates her."
"I thought Wolverine shares the same feelings for Jean than you do?" the Professor asked him confused and his opposite shook his head.
"You don't understand, Chuck! He hates her for betraying him. He…he thinks of her as his. His mate, his property and no one else is allowed to touch what he marked as his own. Especially no other man."
Folding his hands in front of his face, Charles thought about these words for a while. "But…shouldn't Wolverine rather want to punish Scott?"
Smirking darkly, Logan nodded. "Oh, he wants to… I could tell ya exactly what he wants to do with him…"
Afraid of the dark undertone, Xavier felt fear rising within him. "Does he want to kill Jean?" he asked frightened.
Shaking his head, the X-Man ran a hand through his face again. "No…," he replied more calmly and heard Charles sighing in relief. "He wants to do far worse. He loves to see people suffering who hurt him. He wants to kill her but not simply by ending her life…"
Letting the words sink in, the Professor understood and nodded bitterly. "He wants to break her."
"Yeah," Logan replied dryly. "She can't come with me, Chuck… I can't have her around me without him getting furious and risking doing something stupid."
"Then tell her! Tell her why you don't want her to come!" Charles begged and again saw the other man shaking his head.
"I can't!"
"Why?"
"After what happened, Jean will never let me go alone," Logan explained. "Not even if she understands that she's in danger. She won't let me. There's no way of stopping her, ya know that!"
Nodding in understanding, since he knew that the man was right, Charles sighed. "I'll see what I can do…"
Back upstairs, Logan began to pack some clothes into his kitbag, when Jack suddenly stood in the door. "You're going again?" the boy asked and made his father stop in his movements.
"We have to go on a mission, Jack," the adult said and sat down on the bed briefly when his son joined him. "We won't be gone long. Not more than a week."
Nodding, the boy looked down sadly. "But I don't want you to go. You just came back…"
Putting the bag down, Logan pulled him on his lap and held him tight. "I know. But I can't change it, ya know." Kissing his forehead, he looked at Jack closely. "What's wrong, huh?"
"I wanted to talk with you," the boy replied and looked down.
"About what?"
"You know… After I overheard Grandpa Charles talking to mommy and Aunt 'Ro, I got angry."
Logan nodded. "Yeah, I heard about it. It wasn't nice to accuse mommy and telling her it was her fault. It's not what I taught you about family, son!"
"I know," Jack replied embarrassed. "And I already said I was sorry."
"I hope so!" his father said. "So, what happened then?"
"I don't know… I felt different," the boy went on and shrugged, while his father had to frown.
"Different? In what way?"
"I mean, I was so angry like never before. I felt stronger, but also…I don't know, different. And then I just began to destroy things, even if I didn't want to."
Narrowing his eyes, Logan made him look at him. "Do you hear and smell better? You know, like from great distances?" Seeing his son nodding when the boy looked down, the adult couldn't help but gasp. "Why didn't you tell anyone, Jack?" he asked him aloud and immediately felt sorry when the boy began to cry.
"Because I thought something's wrong with me… And mommy was too sad since she thought you were dead," Jack cried and clung to him.
Sighing, Logan pulled him close. "It's nothing wrong with ya. It's only your mutation, kid." Still, he couldn't believe that it set in that early. Or better that no one had told him. "What about Lil' and Ray? Anything happened to them?"
"Lil' had told you not to leave, daddy. She'd warned you."
"She hadn't warned me, Jack," Logan replied and wiped away his son's tears. "She'd only said that I should stay, but not that something would happen."
"She'd also dreamed about the plane crash, like mommy," his son told him next and made his father understand even more that the time of getting to know those things couldn't be more bad. "But Ray… I don't know, she's normal…"
"I see," the adult nodded and switched his gaze to the watch. "Look, I want you to tell Grandpa Charles and mommy about it, 'kay?"
Jumping off his father's lap, Jack nodded. "'Kay…"
Smiling at him slightly, Logan pulled him close and gave him another kiss. "I'll explain everything to ya as soon as I'm back, alright? But there's nothin' wrong with ya."
Nodding again, Jack walked over with him towards his room…
Within the jet, Logan felt even more uncomfortable. Checking the map in his hands again, he told Ororo where to head first as his head suddenly shot up. Having blocked out the dozen different scents before, one caught his particular attention. Sniffing, he turned his head and narrowed his eyes; whereupon everyone else thought he would stab them now. "Is Jean on board?" he asked his team growling and was about to get up, when Ororo shook her head.
"She was on board to check the computers, but she left when I arrived," she told him. "Logan, calm down, will ya? After threatening her to throw her out, I doubt that she will be so stupid to disobey you."
Snorting, he looked at his map again. Hearing how the hatch closed, he grabbed the armrests tightly when his heart kicked into high gear. He never liked flying, but since the crash he practically freaked out about it. Closing his eyes tightly, when the jet's engines roared to life, he felt how the stress affected Wolverine even more.
Noticing that he was obviously not feeling well, Ororo gave him a worried look from aside after she'd brought the jet into the sky and activated the autopilot. "Are you alright?" Only getting a short nod from him, she had to frown even more and reached out to touch his arm. "Logan, what's wrong?"
"Nothin'," he grunted and heaved a deep breath.
"You don't have a phobia all of a sudden, do you?" she said and remembered too well how much she freaked out in closed rooms. "I mean, you know that I have one, too, and I know how…," she began when suddenly the communicator beeped. Answering it, she listened to the Professor and handed the phone over to him.
"Yeah?" Logan said, being glad to be distracted for a second and listened to Charles. From aside, Ororo watched how his face began to tense dangerously and how he narrowed his eyes. All of a sudden, he jumped out of his chair and stormed towards the lockers at the end of the seats; being watched by everyone in shock and confusion. Growling he stopped in front of one and tore it open; not caring that he nearly tore the whole door off, too. Hearing a shriek from within the locker, Logan slammed his fists against another door, before he pulled someone out of it roughly. Seeing that it was Jean, who stared at her husband frightened, the others gasped and Hank and Peter quickly got off their seats to intervene if necessary.
Glaring at the redhead, Logan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists hard, before he turned his head towards Ororo. "Turn around, now!" he barked, but she shook her head.
"That's impossible, we are already too far away," she replied slightly scared. "You know how fast the jet can fly, Logan. It's impossible to turn. We are already close to Japan."
"Fine," he hissed. "Then she joins you and Kurt!"
"That's not possible, too. We don't have any communicators left," Kurt told him. "And we also don't have enough food for three people."
"Then let her hunt for some," Logan shot back furiously and Jean began to back off. Turning around, he moved towards his seat again; sitting down while he glared at the map in his hands.
"Logan, you know that she can't come with anyone of us but you," Scott said and noticed how scared Jean was.
"Oh, says the asshole that slept with her, huh?" Logan growled at him and silenced the man with one look only. "Fine, then you come with me. But don't even think that I look after you only for a second!" he hissed at his wife in anger. "You are hungry, then search for food, you break your bones, fine, crouch the rest of the way. But I don't give a shit on it for a second, got that?" Slamming his fists on one armrest, he heaved a deep breath and tried to calm himself again; ignoring the shocked looks of his teammates who had no idea what his reaction was about.
Reaching Japan after one more hour, Logan grabbed his kit-bag and walked down the hatch after he'd checked his communicator again. Not looking at Jean, who followed him slowly and gave her friend's one more insecure look, he began to walk towards a wood; realizing that it would probably start snowing in the mountains soon. Behind him, the jet took off again, leaving Jean following him and suddenly thinking that doing exactly that wasn't such a good idea anymore…
One more part finished and again, I didn't expect to make it today. : ) Hope ya enjoyed reading! Thank to all reviewers again!!! You guys are really, really great! Thanks a lot!!! Well, I'll try and post the next chapter till Wednesday, since my birthday is on Thursday and I'm busy till Saturday. And since I don't want you to wait so long, I'll hurry up with writing. ; ) See ya!!! JUST SAW THAT IT'S 96 REVIEWS ALREADY! OMG! THAKS SO MUCH FOR THIS!!! SO, IT'S No 100 SOON, HUH? ; ) AGAIN: No 100 GETS A MESSAGE FROM ME AND CAN WISH FOR SOMETHING!!! I JUST LOVE WRITING STUFF YOU WISH FOR. : )