Here's the next chapter. I'm going to finish this segment of the story, and seriously edit and rewrite this and the other 13 chapters to make it a lot better, before I start the next portion.
spunkyhufflepuff13, thanks for letting me know where I need to work on my writing. I greatly appreciate it.
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Jean had had a tough night, with three seriously wounded patients in her infirmary. Scott had helped the best he could, but he knew little about medical treatment.
But she had managed. Thanks to Logan's blood, Wesley's fever had dropped and he finally stabilized around five in the morning, his wounds mostly healed. In a case that would have made medical history, Logan was still alive. Not only alive, but there was no signs of his other injuries, not even scar tissue. Charles had recovered from the toxin in cerebro, and Jean had moved him back to his own quarters so he could rest easier.
The mansion was still quiet as she moved through the halls. She glanced at her watch. Seven-thirty in the morning. Thank God it was a Sunday, and there were no classes she had to teach. The elevator hummed as it took her back down the lower levels. She would check on Logan and Wesley one more time, then get some sleep. Jean opened the door and heard several monitors were beeping loudly.
"What are you doing?" Jean asked incredulously. Logan was sitting upright and detaching wires and tubes connected to him. He tried to yank one sensor off, and finally just popped a claw out and sliced it.
"Getting up," He said. "Where the heck are my clothes?"
"You know how expensive that equipment is?" Jean said asked, tossing him a clean shirt.
"If you can afford a jet, and an underground hanger to put it in, a few cut wires won't bankrupt you," He said, looking around. He glanced at Wesley and seemed to suddenly recall the events of the night before. "Is he okay?"
"Yes," Jean said. "Thanks to you. We gave him a blood transfusion, using your blood, and he recovered well enough. It's rather unnerving to see a broken leg heal in fifteen minutes flat, though."
"How's Rogue?" He asked. Jean smiled. Logan, the tough cage fighter, suddenly seemed worried about someone else.
"Rogue's fine," Jean said reassuringly, leaning slightly closer to Logan. "I think she's a bit taken with you."
"You can tell her," Logan said. "That my heart belongs to another woman." Jean looked uncomfortable.
"It would never work out with us," Jean said quietly.
Logan grinned. "You keep telling yourself that, darlin'," He said, walking back to his room.
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After grabbing a quick lunch, Jean checked up on Wesley. Jubilee, Bobby, and John followed her quietly.
"He's not in a coma or anything, right?" Bobby asked, in a hushed tone. John just took another swig of bottled water and looked bored.
Jean wrote down a few observations on a pad. "No. He's just sleeping, and will probably be up within a few hours."
Jubilee glanced around, then leaned over to whisper in John's ear. He nearly laughed, then nodded and handed Bobby his drink.
"Hey, chill it, would you?" John asked. Bobby hesitated briefly. John usually hated cold things. Cold food, cold days, anything cold. "Come on," John said. Bobby shrugged, and turned drink turned icy cold.
John glanced at Jubilee, who giggled and nodded. He poured the cold water on Wesley. It took precisely 2.64 seconds for the water to lower his body temperature enough for him to snap awake, screaming furiously. Jean turned around to see John bolting around the corner to leave, Jubilee doubled over laughing, and Bobby looking mortified.
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Logan looked around his room. There was a card on the dresser next to the window. He picked it up. Glad you recovered, the card said. It was simply signed X. Logan tossed the white card away, and picked up a box someone had left. He unceremoniously dumped the contents out on the bed. It was a X-Men uniform. He picked up a glove and put it on. Snick! His claws neatly went through three small metal ringlets resting between his knuckles. The outfit had been custom made for him.
He picked up a duffel bag and started putting his few possessions back in.
"You know," Xavier said from the doorway. "You can stay. I promise not to bill you." Logan snorted.
"Believe me, Wheels, it won't be soon enough for anyone here. I'm not staying, becoming a teacher, putting up with the boy scout Scooter, teaching bratty kids who-knows what, all that junk. And you couldn't help me find my past, like you promised." He opened a dresser drawer. It was neatly filled with shirts, pants, and socks. He glanced hesitatingly at Charles. "May I?"
"Of course, Logan." Professor Xavier said kindly. "Everything in this room is meant for you." There was no sarcasm in his voice. Logan seemed to appreciate the generosity.
"Thanks," he said, filling the bag further. "I'll pay you back for this stuff."
"You do at least owe your friends a good-bye," Charles said. "They deserve that." Logan shrugged before hefting the duffel bag and walking off.
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Charles headed back to lounge area. Logan would have pass through there on his way out. He looked around. Several students were sitting near the tv, where the defeat of the mutant registration bill was being announced. Remy was at a small table with a few boys, playing poker. Rogue was trying on a pair of leather gloves Jubilee had insisted she wear. Wesley was on his laptop, looking up the exact details of what the police knew happened at the Statue of Liberty. Scott and Jean were talking quietly, drinking coffee. Storm was staring out the window, eyes white, making fine weather. There was a hushed buzz of people talking.
Quiet everyone, Charles telepathically said. Logan walked into the room, heading for the front door. "Logan has something he wants to say."
Logan stopped and looked at Xavier, eyebrows raised questioningly. But he was distracted.
They were clapping. Most of the people in the room, clapping for him. He had had the chance to run and save himself at Liberty Island, and he instead went back to risk his life to for their teachers. He was a hero. He was one of them.
For a moment, Logan was touched by their sincerity, and he almost choked up. Almost. The bag slid off his shoulder, and he walked back.
"Well?" Charles said gently.
"What's a guy got to do to get a beer around here?" Logan asked.
"Aww," Jubilee said. She took a can of beer out of her jacket's pocket. "only for you, Wolvie."
"Jubilation Lee!" Jean said sternly. Jubilee laughed, and tossed Logan the beer. There was a flash of red from Scott's visor, and the beer can was blasted in half.
"No alcohol on school grounds," Scott said, smiling. Logan had a look of intense fury on his face.
"You little…" He started.
"Care to get a cup?" Jean said, focusing. The small cloud of beer was suspended in midair. Logan got a cup, and picked a few metal fragments out, before the cloud poured itself into his glass. Logan grinned, and raised his glass in a toast.
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Grey and white. Everything in the room consisted of those two colors. All of it was plastic. The chess set, Xavier's wheelchair, the chair Magneto was sitting on, the cell walls, the nightsticks the guards were wearing. The red tea in Eric's styrofoam cup was the only thing in the room with real color.
"So," Eric said thoughtfully, moving a bishop. "I gather the human lived." There was a cast on his leg , due to his Logan-inflicted injury.
Charles didn't show any surprise. "I didn't say that." He moved a pawn carefully.
"Yes, but you didn't lecture me on ethics and morality," Eric said, studying the board. "So I gather none of your impromptu team died.."
"A blood transfusion from Wolverine saved him, yes," Charles said. He fell silent. Eric moved, and Charles countered easily.
"Doesn't it ever wake you in the night? The feeling that one day they will pass that silly law, and come for you and your children, and take you all away?" Magneto asked.
"Sometimes," Charles said.
"What do you do, when you wake to that feeling?"
"I feel a great swell of pity for the poor fool that goes to that school, looking for trouble… again." Charles said, staring at Erik.
"You know that a war is coming, Charles, you know it just as well as I do. A large and deadly war that will change everything. I intend to be a part of that change. You're never willing to make sacrifices, and that, my friend, is why I will always win. Sacrifices are a necessary part of war. I will never be stopped for long, no matter how you have me surrounded." The chess board reflected that. Magneto's black king were slowly being hedged in by Xavier's white pieces.
"And I will always be there to stand in your way," Charles said gently, taking a black knight away. "Check."
An overweight guard behind Charles glanced at his watch and coughed, indicating that Charles's visiting time was over. Eric nodded at the guard, and he started to wheel Xavier out of the plastic prison cell. Magneto met the Professor's gaze, and gave a small laugh.
"What are you looking for in there?" Magneto asked, tapped the side of his head.
"Hope." Professor Xavier said, without hesitation. "Hope."
"I will give you hope," Magneto said, "and I ask for one favor in return: stay out of my way." The guard pushed Xavier's plastic wheelchair away, and Magneto was alone, alone in his plastic cell, with his plastic chess set.
He stared at the chessboard, deeply in thought. Something seemed to occur to him, making him smile wickedly. He raised a hand, and, despite its properties, his rook floated across the board and toppled Xavier's king.
"And mate."
To be continued…
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I hope you enjoyed this portion of X-Men: Extra Guys. As said before, I do not own the characters or any of the Marvel Universe. I am merely writing this story for fun, and am making no money from it. If any of the copyright holds wish me to stop, merely email me and let me know.
This story will be continued, and I am very sorry for not updating sooner. My thanks to all reviewers, and those people who put this story on the author alert of in their favorites, even if they don't leave reviews.
In the next few chapters, I will develop the characters greater, have some pairings, all that good stuff. I was thinking, for starters, Bobby/Kitty, Remy/Rogue.