Logan turned his head toward the television monitor as the buzzer at the gate sounded. He leaned over, brow creased in confusion. No one was there. Hitting a button, he got another camera angle.
The buzzer continued.
"Stupid thing is broken," he muttered, going back to the fridge.
"Get the Professor," Jean's voice crackled.
Logan whipped his head around, pupils blotting out the color in his eyes.
"Go!"
He stumbled from the kitchen, heart hammering against his ribs as he ignored his teammates and students calling after him. Letting his knuckles brush the door, he burst inside Charles' personal quarters.
"Charlie," he panted.
"She wants us to tranquilize her," he stared down at the gate calmly.
"What, why?"
"She doesn't know if she's dangerous."
"Should I go get-"
"I'm here, Professor," Hank interrupted.
"Give Logan the syringe. He goes out to her alone."
Logan took the syringe from Hank, trying not to crush it in his fist as he left the room.
"Logan, what's going on," Rogue asked.
"Stay inside," he requested.
It was a cold day though the sun was out, dead autumn leaves dancing over the browning grass.
"Stop there."
He glanced around, finally seeing her. She stood back in the line of trees outside the gates, most of her in shadow.
"Jean."
"The Professor has to confirm that first."
His nostrils twitched, catching her scent on the air. "Smells like you."
"Put the syringe on the ground," she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Jean."
"Do it, Logan."
He placed it on the ground, watching as she brought it to her hand with her teke.
"If you wanted to hurt us, you would have by now."
"I want to be sure," she rolled up her sleeve and pierced the skin with the needle, pushing the plunger down.
"Jean."
Her knees gave way, Logan pulled the gate open and caught her before her head could hit the concrete. His heart skittering wildly like the fragile leaves, he took a moment to caress the skin of her jaw with his fingers.
"What's this," Ororo's skin grew ashen as her eyes feel on Jean, accepting Betsy's arms to steady her on shaky knees.
Hank and Xavier were waiting by an empty bed.
"I want to stay," Logan spoke quietly.
"Hank and I have a lot of tests, none you should be here for."
"What if she wakes up?"
"We have to work quickly. Go," Charles placed a clear dome over her head.