A/N: I know, I know. I left you guys hanging. Let's just say real life is a bit demanding right now but my goal is to update this piece a bit more frequently. I have about 3 more chapters already done but have been dealing with a bout of writer's block on this story. I'm working through it by working on another story (crazy right?!) but that's how my mind works. So look for that one. Enjoy this update and the next chapter will follow soon. Thanks for all those who are reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following. You make my day!

Chapter 25: Demands

Ororo and Logan made it back to the mansion in the wee hours of the morning. They waited at the crash site until the police arrived, answering their questions. Seeing Ororo's injuries and hearing their story, the cops decided to let her go home with Logan on the condition that she didn't leave the state. They assured the detective they wouldn't leave, so he released them to the hands of the EMTs.

The EMTs gave her a good once over and bandaged what they could, admonishing her to see her PCP as soon as possible when she refused their offer for a lift to the hospital. She assured them that she would before Logan escorted her to his bike. She climbed on and held him tight as they made their way to her house. Logan thought that it would be in everyone's best interest if Vic stayed at her house, giving him the freedom to do what he needed to do.

Arriving at the mansion a little later, Logan was determined to get Ororo checked out by the resident doctor.

But Ororo had other ideas.

"Ro, ya can barely walk," Logan said, holding her hand as she got off of the bike very slowly.

"The EMTs gave me a clean bill of health, Handsome. There is no need to wake up Hank," she replied, attempting to pull her hand free of his grasp but unable too.

"What they gave ya was instructions to go see yer personal physician as soon as possible," Logan replied, facing her, keeping a firm grasp on her hand.

"And that can wait until morning," she replied, her voice tired yet authoritative.

"Not going to work this time, Ororo," Logan replied, leaning down and scoping her up in his arms.

"You're not going to let this rest, are you?" she asked, wincing involuntarily as he jarred her very sore ribs.

"Sorry," he apologized when he saw her wince. Adjusting her gently, he made his way to the front door. "And to answer ya question, no," he told her as the door opened and Hank stood in the doorway, a worried expression on his face.

"The power of telepathy," she sighed, knowing that Logan had alerted her father who in turn told Hank.

"Yeap," Logan replied, following Hank into the elevator, "Nothing like it."

"Hank, will ya let me know when yer done?" Logan asked the physician after helping Ororo out of her torn clothing.

"You're not staying?" she asked tiredly.

"I have a date with the Danger Room," he replied, leaning over to kiss her cheek, "I'm liable to hurt Hank when he touches ya in the mindset I'm in."

Too tired to argue, Ororo nodded, hearing the slight growl through his words. She'd felt the tension in his body when he carried her to the infirmary. After the night they'd had, some time in the Danger Room was just what he needed.

"It shouldn't take long," Hank replied softly, watching as Ororo drifted off, "I just need to take a CAT scan and some X-Rays."

"Thanks. Just call me in the DR when ya done," Logan said gruffly before heading out the door.

"Ororo, my dear," Hank called out to her, shaking her gently.

"Mmmm," she replied sleepily, slowly opening her eyes, her gaze focusing on her friend, "Hank?"

"Yes," he replied, as he took a seat in the chair next to her bed, pressing the button to raise her bed.

"Give it to me straight, doc," she told him jokingly, looking at her longtime friend, seeing the worry in his face.

He gave her a small smile.

"Is it that bad?" she asked, shifting to get to a more comfortable position.

"I wouldn't say that, my dear," he replied with a slight chuckle, "Besides a slight concussion, 3 fractured ribs, a severe ankle sprain, and a bit of road rash, you will need to cut back on the alcohol for the next 8 months."

"Speak plainly, my friend. I'm too tired to think," Ororo replied, looking over at her friend, her eyes half closed. The physical and emotional stress of the evening catching up with her.

"You, my friend, are with child," he replied, cupping her cheek.

"WHAT?!" she exclaimed, sitting up too quickly, her hand going to her head.

"Ororo?" Hank asked nearly standing.

"I'm fine," she replied after a moment, "I sat up too quickly."

"Okay now?"

"No, I think I was still half asleep. Can you repeat what you just said?"

"Which part, the part about your injuries or your pregnancy?"

"That's what I thought you said," she said, leaning back, taking in the information, "Are you sure?"

Hank chuckled at her reaction, standing again and leaning over to kiss her cheek. "Yes, I'm sure. I saw it on the CT scan. When I realized what it was, I stopped the test immediately."

"So does anyone know?" she asked, her hands caressing her abdomen.

"No, patient/doctor confidentiality," he replied, "But I would like to do a full examination on you to make sure everything is okay, especially with the accident," he told her.

"Okay," she agreed, knowing it would be for the best.

A child, she thought as she endured the uncomfortable, but necessary examination, Well, there goes my Friday night hang out sessions and bike rides for a while.

Micah will make a great big brother. The reality of the situation hit. Tears sprang to her eyes as she thought about her son, missing him a great deal.

Hearing her sniffle, Hank looked up at his friend who cried softly. His heart went out to especially at a time like this.

"If it's any consolation, I think Micah is going to make a great big brother," he told her, helping her to lower her legs on the bed, tucking away the stirrups.

"I was just thinking that," she replied, "That's what made me tear up."

"Well, get use to it, because you will probably be crying a great deal over the next few months," he told her with a wink.

"I sincerely hope not," she told him, yawning loudly, "I have a reputation to uphold."

He chuckled gently as he adjusted her blanket as she drifted back to sleep. Hearing steps approaching, Hank looked over to see Logan make his way into the infirmary.

"What's up, Doc? How's my girl?" he asked, making Hank pause. Taking a subtle sniff, Hank's nose confirmed that the person standing the infirmary was not Logan.

A shape shifter, he thought, keeping his face passive as he began to connect the dots.

Not wanting to alarm him, Hank responded, "She's resting. She endured a great deal and needs to rest so she can recover from her injuries."

"Okay. Mind if I sit with her a while?" the Logan person asked.

"No, not at all. I just need to do some things in the office," he replied, regrettably leaving the person alone with the sleeping goddess.

Hank, watching the person through the mirror, sent a mental alarm to the Professor before picking up the phone and dialing the Danger Room.

"Yeah," Logan answered after 3 buzzes.

"This is Hank. I need you to come to the infirmary," he told him, watching the Logan imposter lean over and kiss Ororo on the lips.

"What's wrong, Hank? Ya sound funny."

"You would sound funny too if you were talking to one Logan while watching another standing in the infirmary, kissing Ororo."

"Logan?" Hank called out after hearing a thump. When he didn't respond, Hank figured that Logan was on his way. His thoughts were confirmed when he heard banging on the infirmary doors.

"Logan, would you answer that for me? I need to check on Ororo," Hank asked as he walked over to Ororo, with the intent on waking her up. Though she was in desperate need for rest, he knew that they would need her assistance to calm the feral mutant.

"Sure, Doc," the Logan imposter replied, turning and heading toward the door. Hitting the button, he looked up into the rage filled face of his look alike. Trying to stay in character, he asked, "What da hell ya want?"

"Yer head on a fuckin' platter," Logan growled, snatching the imposter out of the doorway and slamming him against the opposite wall. He'd had gotten two good punches in before his raised fist stayed suspended in the air. He growled, looking over at his teammates as they approached.

"Let me go, Red," he snarled.

"Sorry, Logan but he's the one we need to talk to about Micah."

"Don't worry, ya can pull it from his near dead brain once I'm through with 'im," Logan replied, "Now let me go."

"No can do, Logan," she replied, her voice slightly strained from her efforts to restrain him.

"Fine," he replied, putting pressure on the guy's throat with his left hand, choking him.

"Logan, release him," Scott told him, his hand on his visor, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Nor do I want you to," Ororo said tiredly. Her teammates looked at her briefly before turning back to the feral mutant and his hostage. "Logan, please release him."

"He touched ya 'Ro. Did Blue tell ya that?" Logan growled over his shoulder, his eyes still on the person struggling to breath, "Now if Red would release my hand, I can finish what I fuckin' started."

"Logan, he didn't hurt me but if he's the only way to find Micah, then I'm willing to temporarily forgive his trespass," she replied, being supported by Hank.

"Listen to her Logan," Scott advised, "We don't want to hurt you."

"Logan, please," Ororo pleaded softly, knowing he could hear her.

After a moment of hesitation, Logan began to lessen his hold on the guy, allowing him to take a breath.

"You haven't lost your touch, old man," the man told Logan, getting a growl in response.

"Logan, release him," Scott repeated and Logan ignored him. Something the guy said triggered a memory.

"Who in the hell are you?" Logan asked the guy still suspended a few inches off the ground.

"After all we've been through, I'm hurt that you've forgotten about me," the guy said as his body began to change.

"Morph?" Logan asked looking at his former teammate in disbelief.

"Yeah, in the flesh."

"But yer dead."

"Now that's a story to be told over a brew. If you let me go, I can fill ya in on everything that's happened including what happened to Micah."

Logan stood there, his hand still around his former teammate's neck not believing what he was seeing or hearing. Logan looked at him in disbelief for a few moments until Ororo laid a hand on his forearm, pulling him out of his deep thoughts.

Coming to himself, he lowered his former teammate to the ground and took over supporting Ororo from Hank.