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Just for the record: The year is 2017. ; )

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Changes Sequel – II. Covenant Part 28

"What?!" Ororo asked, convinced that she had misunderstood her friend, and made a step backwards. Even if she tried to convince herself her eyes were still widened in shock and her jaw slightly dropped. The fact that Jean was still sobbing into her hands didn't make it easier at all. "You…have been back for the whole year?!" she asked after realization dawned upon her and received a weak nod.

The redhead could feel how electricity began to sparkle around her best friend. Startled, Jean looked up when a thunderbolt illuminated the sky and a storm came up faster than she could count to three. A look at her opposite's face clearly showed that Storm was pissed off, her eyes glowing white while her short white hair moved with the wind around her.

"How dare you?!" Ororo roared and clenched her fists. "How dare you doing this to him? To us?! Did Phoenix mess with you that much that you don't even care anymore about your family and friends? About your children?!" she barked and her face was a pure mask of anger. "Do you even know what you did to Logan? How much he suffered while you were gone?! How much your children suffered?!"

"Yes, I do!" Jean gave back and glared back at her. "And I wasn't back!"

"You just said it yourself!" her best friend shot back and crossed her arms over her belly. "And now, all of a sudden, you say the opposite again." Shaking her head, Ororo turned briefly around and heaved a deep breath. "You know… It's no wonder that Logan's sick of you," she added and gave her friend a cold stare. "Since you're back, you're not only behaving oddly and completely not like your old self, you say things and then in the next second you mean the opposite. And then you're surprise that Logan has enough of your lies?!"

"No, you don't understand, Ororo," the redhead replied and wiped her tears angrily away. "I wasn't back as he and everyone else thinks!"

"What the hell are you talking about, Jean?" the weather goddess asked, still glaring at her friend and her brows furrowed angrily. "Either you were back or you weren't. There's no such thing as a middle course!"

Sighing in annoyance, Jean ran a hand over her face and through her hair. Desperately trying to calm down and ignoring Phoenix's bitching, she closed her eyes for a moment and breathed in and out as slowly as possible. "You don't understand!" she began in another attempt to explain herself. "And you wouldn't believe me anyway…"

"Try me!" Ororo challenged and stood proud in front of her like the goddess she was, her arms crossed and her eyes looking rather cold in anger.

Pulling her legs close, Jean buried her hands in her hair and lowered her heads. "I woke up the day after I forced Logan to kill me. It was night…," she began without looking up, her voice not as thick with tears as before. "After I realized where I was I saw Logan coming out of the mansion. I thought that he must have sensed me. I felt so happy but… When he came closer…I figured that something was terribly wrong…"

"Wrong?" Ororo asked and tilted her head. "And what? What is wrong about seeing your husband walking towards you?" she asked, just to add coolly, "Except of course that you made a wreck out of him…"

"Because he didn't seem to notice me and went right through me!" the redhead snapped angered and looked up.

"Through you?!" her opposite asked in disbelief and sighed. "Jean…"

"It is the truth!" Jean said aloud and got up. "Logan walked right through me as if I was some kind of ghost! Believe it or not!"

"Sure," Ororo nodded playfully and thought it sounded as ridiculous as the fact that Jubilee still had to run through NYC naked, since she had made the bet that Logan and Jean would never split up. "And the next thing you'll tell me is that you floated in the air and wore a white costume…"

Hearing it, the redhead narrowed her eyes. "No…but I could tell you all the things you said to Logan while you slept in our bed!" she hissed coolly and her eyes blackened briefly. Seeing the shocked and surprised look on her friend's face, Jean blinked to gain control again. "I'm sorry…"

"How…how come you know?" Ororo demanded to know and lowered her arms slowly. A look into her opposite's face was answer enough. "You really…saw everything?"

"I've been here the whole year through, trying to find a way to let someone know I was back," Jean nodded and the tears were back in her eyes when the memories returned. "I didn't know what was wrong, why no one seemed to be able to see me except Jamie…"

"What do you mean?"

"The day Hank sat on the terrace [Sequel 2 Chapter 18 and watched over Jamie," the redhead began. "Jamie saw me, he somehow always did and I can't understand why… I know that Logan sat next to my grave every night. I first though he could see me before Scott had shown up [Sequel 2 Chapter 20, but I figured that he couldn't. So all I could do was following him and trying to reach him or Charles in hope that someone could help me…" She slumped back down onto the ground. "And then, shortly afterwards, I stayed with the children to see what they were doing. But suddenly…" Jean shook her head and buried her hands in her hair. "Well, Rachel suddenly started to scream [Sequel 2 Chapter 20 and pointed at me… I thought it was over and that I was visible again, but when Logan stormed into the room…." She shook her head crying and bit her lip hard. "I watched how he tried to soothe them and… I became scared when he made the decision that they would leave. I've been right next to him when he went downstairs again and told Charles that he would leave."

"Yes, I remember…," Ororo nodded and hugged herself. "Charles begged him to do this final mission for us…"

"I think…," Jean replied and looked up with red and wet eyes. "I think Charles picked up on me."

"What makes you think that?"

"Because he wanted Logan to do it," she said. "I begged Charles not to let him go even if he couldn't see me and he wanted to Logan to do this mission. It didn't make any sense back then. But it does make sense now…"

Thinking about what she'd heard so far, Ororo moved closer and sat down next to her. "But… How come we were able to see you when you saved Logan?"

Shaking her head, Jean sighed. "I don't know… I went with you onto that mission because I had a feeling that something would happen. After Logan spotted the bomb and held Scott through the door, he was trapped. I knew just l as he did that there was no way out. The bomb went off just as Logan had begun to cut through the door. Everything happened so fast. The wave of the explosion sent him face first against the door and before he was able to get up there was another explosion and he was engulfed in fire," Jean explained sobbing. "He was injured so badly…," she added in a whisper and shook her head. "I heard how the building began to collapse and did my best. I tried to activate my powers and save him but nothing happened… But then… Logan suddenly said my name," she went on and was well aware of Ororo looking at her. "I thought he said it because he knew that he was dying, but when I turned around…" The redhead looked up at her friend. "He looked at me. Not just through me, he really looked at me…"

"So you used your powers afterwards to break free… That's when we saw you emerging from the ruins of the buildings with him," Ororo concluded and received a nod. "But… But why didn't you tell him that you were back?! You knew how much he's suffered and mourned your death."

"You don't know what it felt like, 'Ro!" Jean said after wiping away her tears. "Seeing him but not being able to talk to him or touch him. If Logan had known that I'd been back he would have wanted to see me… And I did talk to him when he woke up from that coma. I thought that he was angry with me and ignored me before Hank told me that he was practically deaf and blind… And talking mentally to him was useless. He blocked me out…"

"Still you could have tried harder," her friend replied but received a glare from her. "It was you who chose not to tell him that you were back. But fine,…" She raised both hands a bit. "You misjudged the situation… You suffered the consequences… Doesn't change the fact that Logan just left because you never told him the truth!"

"Because he wouldn't listen to me!" Jean snapped.

"And why?" her friend asked her angrily and held her belly. "Because you screwed up big time! How often has he asked you if you had to tell him something?! And you never did! Not once! Charles wanted to talk to you and we asked you often enough why you act so strangely… Did you ever try to talk to someone? No! So either live with the consequences or get off of that ground and try to talk to him!" Ororo said, her voice becoming steadily louder.

"It's useless…," Jean mumbled and stared at the ground with empty eyes. "I screwed up…"

Sighing, the weather goddess shook her head. She really didn't understand how the redhead's mood could change so fast from angry, to depressed, to sad, to snappy, to devastated… But something else was on her mind right now… "Jean,…Logan and I, we have never…"

"I know," Jean sighed and looked up at her. "And I'm not mad at you for sleeping next to him… I know that you were scared and I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Ororo asked in confusion.

"What Sabretooth did to you," her friend replied and made her look down. "I was there… I tried to help you when he attacked you. But I couldn't do anything at all… I'm sorry…"

"It's not your fault," her opposite said and looked at her hand that rested on her pregnant belly. "Someone must be behind all this…," Ororo added and looked up again but saw that Jean's demeanor had changed again and that the woman just got up and turned to enter the mansion again. "Jean?"

"I'm getting cold," was all the redhead said and left a confused looking Ororo behind her.


After sleeping one night in a hotel and another one in a wood Logan sat on the ground at a river, far beyond the Canadian border, and smoked a cigar while staring at the moon above him. He still had some way to go before he would reach his destination and hoped that by tomorrow night he would reach it. Logan watched how the smoke of his cigar rose into the air after leaving his mouth and soon his breath mixed with the cool air and became visible. He leant back further against the tree and pulled his jacket closer. The nights were even too cold for his taste. Not always but sometimes. He wondered what his children were doing now. He guessed that they were already lying in bed and were fast asleep. He lowered his eyes to the ground when he remembered how much they had actually cried on the phone, when he had called them on New Years Eve the day before. Determined not to think about it now, he pushed the memory as far back into his head as possible and threw the rest of his cigar into the river. Just as he was about to get up and continue his journey, since it was way too cold by now to sleep in the wood as he had planned, Logan remained frozen on the spot when he heard how a car stopped not far away from him and that two people were coming closer. With narrowed eyes and hidden in the dark, he watched how one of them carried a small bag-like object towards the river. From the way the man and woman were talking to each other, he assumed that whatever was in this bag was obviously of importance to them…

"I'm telling you for the last time to shut the fuck up, Kim!" the man roared and kept on walking towards the river with the bag in his arms.

"But… What if…," the woman said and Logan could clearly tell that she was nervous and scared. She kept on looking around, checking if someone was close by and would see them.

"No one will know!" he snapped and stopped next to the river. "Now shut up! We're doing everyone a favor by getting rid of this thing." Without hesitation he threw the bag into the river, grabbed the woman's wrist, ignoring that she was crying and pulled her back over to the car.

Still in the shadows, Logan watched how they quickly drove away. While one part in him told him to just drive away and head to his destination, the other one became curious and suspicious. Getting up, he jogged down the river and managed to pull the bag out of the ice cold water. With it in his hands he walked back to his bike and sat back down on the snowy ground. The bag was heavy in his hands, not only because it was soaked with water but also because of whatever was inside of it. Curious he began to open it just to stop and furrow his brows. "The hell…"


"L…Logan…," Heather said in surprise, the door still in her hand and stared at the man in front of it as if he was some kind of ghost. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I move in?" he asked, cleaned his jacket and boots from the snow and entered the foyer of the HQ.

"Move….?!" she asked while closing the door and now her brows were furrowed in confusion. "But… What happened?!" Heather demanded to know and watched how he pulled the gray hood from his shirt off of his head. "Don't tell me you left your family?!" she asked when the news had some time to sink in. When he nodded and pulled his duffle back back up, her eyes widened. "What?! But you were so happy with each other the last time we met. Why did you leave them?!"

"I didn't leave'em. I left her. Now,…can I move back in, yes or no?" Logan grunted since he became impatient. "I drove the whole night and I'm pretty done… It'd be great if I could stay at least for tonight…"

Still staring at him and wondering why he suddenly had a pretty bump for a belly, Heather only shook her head and beckoned him to follow her. "You can have the guest room. It's not occupied… And of course you can move back in even if I still don't understand what could have happened that made you leave your home…," she told him why she led him to the second floor and down the corridor. "And how come you gained so much weight?!"

"Weight?!" Logan asked and looked down on him. "I gained muscles!"

"So it's called muscles lately, hm?" she asked and smiled when he growled. "Here," she said and opened a door for him before she went inside and switched on the lights. "You should get changed while I change the sheets. You're soaked to the bone."

"Thanks," Logan said and dropped his duffle bag on the ground before he carefully began to open his jacket. "Go on sleepin'…"

"Hm?" Heather asked and thought he was completely out of his mind when she noticed what he held in his arm. "Logan…," she cried and ignored his hush. "Don't tell me you cheated on Jean and she kicked you out!"

"What?!" he grunted and cocked and eyebrow at her.

"The baby," she said with crossed arms and nodded at the sleeping child.

"It ain't my kid, Heath," he told her and dropped his soaked leather jacket on a chair. "I fished him outta a river after his so called parents threw him into it." Noticing her look, he sighed tiredly. "Look, I planned t'sleep in a wood, it was too cold so I decided t'take a smoke and when I wanted t'hit the road again, they came and threw a bag into the river. I pulled it outta it and he was in it," he explained with a nod at the cat-like baby. "They wanted t'drown him t'do the world a favor as they called it," he added with disgust in his voice and smiled when the baby curled up in his arms to seek the warmth he was radiating.

"How can people be so cruel and murder their own children?" Heather asked and, after coming closer, looked at the boy. "I'll get a blanket for him. We don't have any baby clothing here… But we can go and buy some things for him tomorrow. We need to go food shopping anyway." While she began to change the sheets, Logan changed into dry clothes and used one shirt to wrap the baby into it after being inventive and using a towel for a diaper. "Logan…," Heather said when he tucked the baby into the blanket and covered it with the duvet. "What happened between you and Jean?" she asked since she still remembered too well how happy he'd been with the redhead. The look he gave her was unreadable. "I mean… You seemed to love her so much and…"

"Later, okay?" he grunted and walked around the bed to sit down. "I'm pretty tired."

"Okay," she nodded and walked over to the door. "You know where everything is. Just make yourself at home." After receiving a nod and thanks from him she closed the door behind her and went over to the room she shared with James.

"Where've you been?" her husband asked sleepily and cuddled up to her again after she'd lain down.

"You wouldn't believe it anyway," she replied. "We have a guest."

"Guest?" James yawned and rested his head against her back while his arms were wrapped around her stomach. "Someone I know?"

"Mhm. It's Logan."

"What?" he asked and sat up as if a bee had stung him. "Logan?! What's he doing here?"

"Don't ask me. He said he was too tired to talk about it now," Heather said and pulled him back down. "And we have to go shopping for baby clothing tomorrow too. He brought a little…"

"Don't tell me he cheated on Jean!" he cut her off and was about to give his friend a sermon when she pulled him back again.

"No! He didn't!" she said. "James, just go to sleep now and let's find out later, okay?"

"Fine," he gave in and cuddled up to her again but with a sour look on his face. "But I swear to God if he cheated on her and that baby is his I'm going to…"

"Yeah, yeah, good night!" Heather said and closed her eyes.

In his room Logan rested his head on one arm and was looking at the little boy next to him. He hoped the baby wouldn't get sick due to the ice cold water and long ride. He'd done his best to change him into one of his shirts and keep him warm under his jacket. Reaching out, he stroked through the boy's brown fur and touched the pointed, but soft ears. If he didn't know better, Logan would have guessed that the child was in fact Beast's son. Smirking weakly, he lay down and tried to get comfortable in the unfamiliar bed. It didn't take long and he fell asleep.


"So…," James said while he leant against the fridge with a mug of coffee in his hand and watched how Logan fed the furry mutant baby, "just let me get this straight… Apocalypse killed you and Jean, you survived, she didn't, but then she was suddenly back and forced you to kill her, you were injured much later and blind and you bumped into her after a year, just to get to know how she talks with her negative about having been back for a whole year without telling anyone?" Without looking up Logan nodded. "And then…she says she loves you and your senses tell you it's a lie, but you were backed up by a friend and your brother, of whom I didn't even know that he's all of a sudden a good guy?" Again, James received a nod and this was reason enough for him to look at his teammates. "Is it only me or does it sound like one bad soap opera?!"

"Logan…," Narya began and dropped the spoon with which she had stirred her coffee. "Think about it. Why would Jean do this?"

"Coz she's selfish," he growled and still looked at the sucking baby.

"Logan…," Heather sighed and shook her head. "You love her and she loves you!"

"Yeah?" he asked and glared daggers at her. "If ya love someone ya don't keep on lying t'that person, ya don't force that one to kill ya and cause even more pain. I forgave her that just t'get t'know that she'd been back for a damn fuckin' year without tellin' me and the tip of the iceberg was that she dares t'look me in the face and tells me that she love me and in fact she doesn't!" He fumed and put the empty bottle away to pat the baby's back. "This ain't love! I don't treat people I love like that!"

"Fine," she said and looked at the furry mutant baby. "Apart from your hurt pride… What about your children?"

"If it was up t'me, they'd be here," Logan grunted and cradled the boy in his arms.

"That's selfish!" Narya said and received some nods from her friends. "Both of you should think about what's best for your children. They love the two of you and have been through too much in their life already."

"Well, they can thank their so-called mother for it," she heard him growling and sighed.

"Stop acting as if you hated her," she scolded him. "It's only your hurt pride that's speaking here. We have seen how devastated you have been after she'd died due to Apocalypse's attack. You've hardly spoken a word to us or Jean's father or reacted to anything at all. So you can't tell me that all of a sudden you hate her. You're hurt that's all!" Seeing his glare and how he got up, Narya looked at Heather for help.

"Have you listened to her? There must be a reason behind all this…," the redhead tried but Logan shook his head.

"She had lots of chances to explain herself," he growled and walked over to the door. "I ain't waistin' any more time on her!"

"Well,…," James sighed and emptied his mug. "Remember what I said back then? Seven years itch! It's true in the end…"

"I don't know…," Heather disagreed. "I think someone's messing with them… Jean loves Logan and he loves her. You've seen how happy they were with each other… Feelings like that just don't stop…"

"Yes, but you also know him, don't you?" he said and put the mug into the dishwasher. Hurt him and he's all reserved and mistrustful again."

"Do you think they even know where he is?" Narya asked but the look she received was answer enough.

When Logan walked back to his room and eyed the cat-like eyes of the boy curiously he looked up when he heard footsteps and saw an unfamiliar woman approaching him. "A new face," she smiled and pushed her long blonde hair back before she stopped in front of him. "You must be Logan," the woman went on. "I'm Jennifer."

"Good for ya," he grunted and walked past her, feeling neither like talking to anyone now nor to someone like her.

"Jerk!" Jennifer said aloud and stomped off to the kitchen where she began to complain about him.

"Well, he's like that when he's in a bad mood," Heather shrugged. "Logan's a good guy. He's just…."

"…his old grumpy self," James finished with a look that spoke volumes and left the room.

"I think he's rude," Jennifer said and got one of her low-fat snacks out of the fridge.

"He doesn't know you that's all," Narya replied and left the kitchen next.

"For how long's he gonna stay here anyway?"

"I don't know…," Heather shrugged. "Did he go to his room? We need to go shopping." Waiting for a reply, she only received a shrug and rolled her eyes. "Thanks anyway." After leaving the kitchen behind, she made her way to Logan's room and knocked carefully. "Hey, we wanted to go shopping now, you coming?"

"Nope."

"Why not?" she asked and closed the door behind her. "I thought the boy needs clothes and stuff?"

"He does, but what do ya want me t'do?" Logan asked and tucked the sleeping baby into the blanket. "I can't take him with me without people tryin' t'kill him coz he screams mutant."

"Well…," she said and crossed her arms. "I don't know what a baby needs… Narya can care for him while we go shopping."

"Did she ever care for a baby?" he asked in a knowing undertone and nodded after reading the look on his friend's face. "As I thought." Getting up he took a pen and paper from the drawer nearby and began to write down what a baby needed, before he handed it to her with some money.

"He needs that much?!" she asked shocked and looked up.

"Well, what do ya think?" Logan grunted and cocked an eyebrow at her.

"How can a baby need that much?!" Heather asked and shook her head while she went over the list. "You sure he needs so many diapers?"

"Darlin', I've five kids…," he said as if he thought she was dumb. "So, yeah…he needs that much."

Watching how he went over to check on the newborn's breathing, she folded the paper and looked at it for a while. "Why are you taking care of him, Logan?" she asked him and received another glare and cocked eyebrow. "I mean…if you miss your children then why are you here?"

"Are ya sayin' I should have left him in the river?!" he growled angered.

"No!" she instantly said. "But…, I don't know… He's not your child and… I mean you don't have to care for him, you know? We could look for foster parents or something like that."

"Foster parents?" he asked slowly and received a nod. "I could tell ya some stories about students of Xavier's who have been with foster parents and what they did t'them just because the kids are mutants. The lil' mites stayin' with me."

"Okay…," Heather shrugged and turned to leave. "Anything else you need?"

"Just the casual stuff," he grunted without looking at her.


"I don't know…," Isa shrugged and looked at her feet while they hit the stony border of the pond with a constant clong clong clong. "I think he will come tomorrow…"

"It's your birthday and daddies have to be there on a birthday," TJ added with a nod. "I'm sure Uncle Logan will come tomorrow."

"And what if daddy doesn't come to my birthday?" Rachel asked depressed and hugged her legs while she looked at the half frozen water in the pond. "He said that he wouldn't come back because he doesn't like mommy at the moment…"

"But he also said that he loves us and would come to see us," Laura disagreed and began to glare when two older boys approached them with whom she and Jack had a fight just the day before.

"As if he would care about you," one of them, called Mike said and grinned at his friend. "It's no wonder that he left them. Everyone knows that they are weirdos."

"They are not!" Isa said and crossed her arms but hid behind TJ when the boy's eyes narrowed and he came closer.

"You've gotta say something?!" Chris asked and pushed the two girls roughly.

"Leave them alone!" Laura growled and jumped off the pond, while also Rachel began to hide behind Isa and TJ.

"Or what?" Mike asked her provocatively. "I told you before that I don't like your big mouth!"

"And I don't like you!" she gave back unimpressed and bared her teeth at him.

Laughing when he saw that, Chris gave his friend a look. "She's such an animal," he mocked. "She thinks she's a dog or something."

"Yeah, as I said….weirdos!" Mike agreed. "And now get out of my way, dog!" he added with a hiss and shoved her aside. "Move!"

"Leave my sister alone!" Jack growled and approached the group followed by his twin sister.

"Stay out of it!" Chris warned him and raised his hand to be ready for an attack if necessary.

"Why? Let him come." Mike said and smirked at the smaller boy. "If he thinks that a weakling like him can win against us." He crossed his arms and smirked, knowing that a nearly 9 year old boy could never do something against a 15 and 16 year old teen.

"I'm not a weakling!" Jack growled and clenched his fists.

"No, of course not," his opposite laughed. "I haven't seen a ten year old that's as tiny as you. Dwarf!"

"Jack's not tiny!" Isa snapped and narrowed her eyes. "You're mean!"

"Uh, the runt has a girlfriend," Chris grinned, which made Jack only madder. "I think we should call for help or the baby's girl will slap us." Joining his friend's laughter he suddenly cried out and stared right into the black eyes of a growling Laura, who was baring her teeth with a snarl and had buried her two claws into his right thigh. "You little…," he hissed and used his powers to attack her, but didn't reckon with the girl to duck that fast. Instead of her the beam hit Jack, who flew against the stony pond and hit the ground next.

"Jack!" TJ and Isa shrieked at the same time, while Rachel had begun to cry and Lily watched with widened eyes how her brother's blood ran down his cheek and dropped onto the ground. Beginning to pant, while Laura attacked the two boys with her claws again, the girl watched in horror how her twin brother raised his head and glared at the two boys full of hatred. But what shocked her even more was that his eyes were pitch-black and the wound on his forehead began to heal. Before she could say something Jack extracted both pairs of claws on his hands and leapt at Mike with an angry roar.

"Make them stop!" Rachel cried and buried her hands in her red hair while she watched how the two boys began to use their powers on her two siblings, as those tried to hit them with their claws and drowned in their berserker rage. When another beam hit Lily instead of Laura, she hardly noticed how the girl joined the fight next due to her tears. "Stop!" she begged once more, when next to her a loud bamf could be heard, indicating that TJ had teleported away to get help.

Standing next to the fighting mutants, Isa watched how the brawl went on and flinched every time someone landed a hit, which was accompanied by a cry out in pain. Panting heavily and crying in fear, she looked aside just to widen her eyes when she noticed that Rachel was covered in flames. Before she was even able to blink her friend screamed once more for the others to stop the fight, as she already flew backwards and hit the ground meters away from the pond. Only feeling how pain rushed through her arm the girl remained sobbing on the ground.

When her eyes returned back to normal, Rachel took a look around in confusion and noticed that her siblings and the two boys lay meters away from her on the ground, and were either slowly getting up or groaning in pain. Not knowing what had happened but feeling that it was her fault, she began to cry and ran quickly away in fear of an adult finding out.

"What happened here?" Scott asked and knelt down next to the still sobbing Isa, who tried to protect her arm from him. Shocked and confused at the same time, the man looked around. "Isa, what happened?!" he asked again but figured that the girl wouldn't reply so soon. From afar he watched how Remy, Hank and Peter tried to separate Jack and Laura from the two teens, while Bobby and Rogue were running towards him.

"Baby, what happened?!" the woman asked panicky and knelt down next to her daughter at the same time as Bobby.

"Mommy!" the girl cried and clung to her mother, sobbing even heavier.

"Take her to Moira," Scott said and got up to jog over to his teammates, who tried to calm down the three children that were still caught in a berserker rage and only wanted to hurt the two teenage boys. "Damn it, snap out of it!" he shouted and grabbed Jack's collar roughly, while Remy tried to keep his arms wrapped around Lily, Peter doing the same with Laura and Hank helping Mike and Chris up, who both looked like someone that had been hit by a car. "After the two of you have been to the infirmary I want both of you in the Professor's office. Understood?" Scott asked them angrily and received weak nods. "And you calm down!" he added towards Jack, who was still growling and panting heavily. While he held him close to his chest and could tell that the boy was slowly changing back to normal, he dared to take a closer look around. The pond clearly looked like close to break, at least he was able to see that water was leaking through the stones. The next thing he noticed was that the grass underneath him looked like being burned by fire. Only able to shake his head, Scott looked up when Remy, Hank and Peter came closer. "This…is getting out of control!" he said and got up with a still slightly snarling Jack in his arms. "And where is Rachel?"

"Here," a gruff and cold voice suddenly said behind them, which made all of them turn at once. Surprised to see James, Heather and Narya standing in the garden Scott's eyes switched instantly to a more than pissed-off looking Logan, who held his crying daughter on his arm and was glaring at them. "Where…is Jean?!" Logan growled and, if it was even possible, narrowed his eyes even more.


"It's worse than I thought…," Heather said to her husband in a hushed voice while they sat with some of the others in the rec-room and waited for Logan to stop shouting. "I haven't seen him being that mad in years…"

"Well, I can't remember that I've heard him shouting like that before at all…," Narya mumbled and exchanged a look with James.

"Then you should stick around more often," a voice from the door said and Hank entered. Smiling at them, he shook their hands. "But I have to admit I haven't seen him that angry for a while either…"

"What happened between Jean and him?" Heather asked after he'd sat down on another sofa. "I mean they were so happy with each other and since Logan lives with us again…"

"We didn't even know that he was living with you," he replied and leant back with a sigh. "I mean it was obvious that he would come back for Rachel's birthday tomorrow, but I don't think anyone else besides John knew where he really was. For how long is he already staying with you?"

Tearing his eyes away from the door where he had clearly heard how a door was slammed shut somewhere on the corridor, James turned back to Hank. "Actually he arrived…two or three days after New Year," he said and looked at Heather for confirmation. "Right?"

"Yes," she nodded. "He asked if he could move back in but never really said what happened between them."

"And he can't tell me that he hates her. He's in a constant bad mood since he lives with us," James added when he heard Logan coming closer but still arguing with Jean as if there was no tomorrow.

"I don't fuckin' care, 'kay?" they heard their friend shouting and watched how he stopped at the door when the redhead moved so that she was in front of him.

"I can't be everywhere at the same time, Logan!" she gave back, which made him only madder.

"If ya have children ya have t'be everywhere at the same time!" he snapped and glared at her. "And when I took care of'em all by myself somethin' like that never happened. Not once!"

Heaving a deep breath, Jean ran both hands over her face and shook her head. "You can't just decide to take them with you!"

"Wrong," he hissed and moved past her but she blocked the door. "I told ya if they wanted t'live with me, they'd live with me and since ya made perfectly clear that ya can't handle'em by yourself…"

"I can handle them but since you left they've become more than difficult!"

"Well who's the reason I left!" Logan asked cynically and shoved her out of his way. "Get out of my sight before I say somethin' I regret!"

"Logan…," she said and tried to get a hold on him but he turned with a warning growl.

"Get…out of my sight!" he shouted and watched her retreating before he ran a hand through his hair. "Where're my kids?" he asked Hank sourly.

"Don't you want to sit down and calm down first?" his friend asked but the glare he received was answer enough. "Well, I think Scott brought them upstairs and Jamie should be with…"

"He's here," a voice next to him said all of a sudden and Hank was glad to see Logan's mood lighten up at least a bit when he saw his youngest, but he also noticed the looks James, Heather and Narya exchanged with each other after they'd recognized the man, who was now standing next to Logan.

"Hey," this one smiled and pulled his son closer while nuzzling the neck and placing a kiss on Jamie's head.

"He's sleeping for at least two hours already," John informed him and received a nod. "And the Professor wants to talk to you…"

Shaking his head, Logan began to walk towards the West Wing's door. "He can wait until tomorrow. I wanna see my kids now."

"'kay, I'll tell him," his brother nodded and buried his hands in his jeans pockets.

"I heard him, John, but thank you!"

"God, it's creepy when you do that," the man shuddered and took notice of the odd looks he was given.

Since Hank was still aware of them, too, he cleared his throat. "Well,…you might not remember them, John, but you actually fought against their group," he said before he turned to Heather, Narya and James. "This is John, Logan's older brother," he introduced the man, who entered the room to offer the strangers his hand.

"I'm sorry for that. But I can't remember that part, you know," John apologized and tried hard to remember their faces but it didn't help.

"He's actually a very nice guy," Hank teased him and received a look. "What? It's true! You're not as moody as Logan." Patting the man's shoulder with a smile, he looked up when Logan suddenly reappeared and beckoned him to follow him. "Excuse me."

"Well…," John began and scratched the back of his head, hating the feeling that the strangers knew him but he was unable to remember them or what he'd done. "Anyway, the Professor wanted me to show you to your rooms."

"How old are you, John?" James asked out of interest and grabbed his and Heather's bag.

"Let me do that," John offered and took Narya's bag. "I was born January 15 1885."

"Really?" Narya asked and eyed him curiously. "That means you're…132 years old. Wow." She blushed when he gave her a brief smile. Something that James commented with a grin.

"For how long are you already staying with them?" Heather asked and followed him upstairs and down the corridor.

"Uhm…," he made and tried to remember it. "About a year I think…"

"Must be tough to know that you have a brother but not knowing where he lives, while he thinks you're dead," Narya said to herself since she had heard about it.

"Well, I found him, right? Not on the way I'd planned…but in the end it worked out," he said with a smile at her and stopped in front of a door. "Okay, here you go." He handed James the keys and beckoned Narya to follow him. He led her further down the corridor before he checked the number on the second key. "That's your room," he said and opened the door before he placed her bag onto the bed.

"Thank you," she smiled and pushed her blonde hair back a bit. "Where's your room?"

"Six doors to your right," he smirked and walked back to the door. "Anyway, if you need anything, just ask." Returning her smile, he left the room and nearly bumped into Scott, who was obviously looking for someone.

"Hey, do you know where Logan is?"

"He went to his rooms, why?"

Scott began to walk backwards while he kept eye contact with him. "I need to talk with him about some stuff," he said. "Hank said that Logan wants to have the children?" He gave a nod back after receiving one. "Well, we both know the answer to that, right?" With that he turned and headed for the West Wing, where Logan was occupied with cleaning his children.

Laura and Rachel were already cleaned up and sat, wrapped in towels on the sofa, while the twins still sat in the bathtub and enjoyed being taken care of. Their father was done with shampooing their hair and reached for the shower head to wash the stuff out of it. He noticed that all of his children were awfully quiet the whole time through. "I ain't mad with ya, 'kay?" he said and held up a towel for Jack to wrap the boy into it, before he did the same with Lily and pulled both of them out of the tub.

"But grandpa was," Lily sniffed and rubbed her eye while her father wrapped her hair into another towel. "They attacked us first, daddy. They keep on bullying Laura and Jack." Following him into the living room, she sat down on the sofa next to her brother and waited for Logan to return with clothes for them to wear.

"They keep on saying that he's a baby and dwarf," Laura told him and noticed how her father's look darkened when Jack began to sob.

After handing each of them something new to wear, Logan knelt down in front of his son and began to towel him off, smiling weakly when Jack's hair looked messy as ever. "Ya ain't a dwarf, 'kay?" he told him and remembered too well how he'd been bullied first when he'd worked in that mine decades ago, since he'd been short of statue for years. Especially that Smutje guy had loved to beat him up because of it…

"But…I'm smaller than other children of my age," his son sobbed and turned away from him. "Even Isa's taller than me…"

"Look," Logan began but the boy avoided his touch. "Jack, look at me," he said a bit more forcefully and made him look up. "I've been smaller than others for years too. It'll change, trust me. And then they won't laugh about ya anymore and besides…," Logan said and tipped Jack's forehead with his index finger. "I taught ya t'fight back if someone bullies ya."

"We did and we got detention for it," Laura sulked. "And grandpa said that we could have seriously injured them, but it was them who attacked us first…"

Sighing, Logan shook his head and wiped his son's tears away before he helped him to get dressed. "Anyway, ya were right t'fight back. I don't care what grandpa says but I don't want ya t'give in when someone treats ya badly, understood?" he asked and received a weak nod.

"Will you stay, daddy?" Rachel asked him sadly and looked down when he shook his head.

"I'll stay for a week, pumkin'," he replied and took their towels to bring them back into the bathroom, as it knocked on the door and Scott entered.

"Hey, can we talk?" he asked and received a shrug. Since he noticed that the children were watching them, he nodded at the balcony. "On the outside?"

"About what?" Logan sighed and closed the door behind him just to cross his arms when the cool breeze hit him.

"Hank said that you want to have the children," Scott said in a hushed voice, trying to prevent that the children picked up on it.

"So? I ain't gonna leave'em with Jean. That's for sure!" his teammate grunted and lit a cigar. While he waited for the smoke to calm his nerves he took a look around the garden and noticed the burned grass at the pond.

"I know…," Scott said and wrapped his arms around himself when he began to shiver. "What I was going to say is… Everyone of us, I'd bet even Charles, would agree that the children would be better of with you, no doubt in that," he went on and noticed the cocked eyebrow Logan gave him. "Jean is just… She's difficult since you left. She refuses to talk with anyone and the Professor thinks that Phoenix is fighting against her."

"But…," Logan asked and leant back against the banister, sensing a but coming up.

"But think about it… In case of an attack we can protect them way better than you," he heard Scott saying and narrowed his eyes. "We can shut down the school, can get to you within a few minutes if necessary and have more mutants here to defend and protect them than Alpha Flight has…"

"I promised them that they could live with me if they want t' and Jack said he doesn't want t'stay here anymore," Logan disagreed. "So he doesn't have t'stay here and that's final."

"Logan…," Scott sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Think about it. How often have we been attacked and taken by surprise. What if they attack you and Alpha Flight and you can't contact us that fast? James said often enough that our technology was better. Forget about promises and your stubbornness and think about the situation we are in now… The best thing would still be if you moved back in…"

"Nope! Ain't gonna happen," Logan replied and shook his head. "Coz I can't guarantee what I'm gonna do if she's around me."

Nodding, his opposite looked around the dark garden. "Any idea how you're going to do it tomorrow? Is Jean celebrating with Rachel in the first 12 hours and you in the last 12 hours?"

"Funny!" Logan growled. "Dunno… I planned to take'em out. See a movie or somethin' like that."

"And Jean?"

"Don't care what she's gonna do as long as she stays away from me."

"Fine…," Scott shrugged and walked back to the door. "But think about what I said. Everyone understands that the children would be better off with you, but from what things look like at the moment they are safer here…"

"Where's my wolf and dog?" Logan asked but saw both animals coming out of the wood and towards the mansion. "Who lets them'em stroll around without bein' watched?" he demanded to know angrily and put the rest of his cigar into the ashtray. Cursing under his breath, he went back inside.

Since it was soon time for dinner, he led his children downstairs with Jamie on his arm and followed by Miloh and Callie. In the kitchen Logan was greeted by Rogue, Kitty and Jubilee, receiving strong hugs from them before he was allowed to sit down. "Jesus, has he grown!" Heather said when she noticed Jamie for real for the first time. "How old is he now?" she asked and stroked over the boy's cheek, smiling even wider when he grinned and hid his face in his father's chest.

"1 ½ years," Logan grunted and pulled Jamie further up. "Right, pumkin?" he asked and chuckled as his son cheered when he was raised into the air. Cradling him into his arms, he placed him into the high chair that was next to his stool and sat down on his next to his children. Smirking, he exchanged a grin with James since Narya and John were still talking and laughing with each other. Wobbling his eyebrows at James, he turned his head aside when Lily pocked into his side. "Hm?"

"Do you sleep with us, daddy?" she asked hopefully and just as he was about to answer Jean entered the room.

"You can use our rooms for your stay. I sleep in my old room," she said and sat down opposite of him without looking up.

Snorting, he sipped on his beer and looked aside when Jubilee begged for his attention. "Can we talk to you later, Wolvie?" she asked and made clear that she meant herself and Rogue with it.

"Sure," he shrugged.

After dinner he sent his children upstairs and went outside with Rogue and Jubilee. "So…what do ya wanna talk to me about?" he asked and began to smoke another cigar.

"Well…," Rogue began and exchanged a look with Jubilee. "We just wanted…, you know…"

Chuckling, Logan crossed his arms in front of his chest and cocked an eyebrow at her. "What?"

"We just… Well, Bobby proposed to me on New Year's Eve…," Jubilee said and played with her jacket nervously.

"And Remy to me…," Rogue added.

"So? Congrats!" Logan shrugged, still not understanding what they wanted from him.

"We didn't say yes so far," she told him and he coked both eyebrows.

"Why not?" he asked surprised since, as far as he remembered, both were happy with their partners.

"Because we wanted to ask if you give your consent first …," Rogue said and Jubilee nodded, which surprised him even more.

"My consent?" he asked and they nodded. "Why?!"

"Kitty asked you too if you were fine with Peter," Jubilee said and Logan sighed.

"Yeah, and I told her that it's her decision," he replied and watched how the smoke disappeared into the night. "Look…, I'm honored, really. But why?"

"You are like a father to us, Wolvie," she said and looked down in embarrassment. "And girls need the okay of their father, right?" Biting her lip hard, she began to rock back and forth while she looked at her feet.

Trying to figure out what he should say or think, Logan looked to and fro between the two girls and couldn't help but feel touched. Years ago it had already surprised him when Kitty had asked him if he was fine with her marrying Peter and had even wanted him to give her away… Clearing his throat, he looked at his cigar and put the rest of it back into his pocket. What was the best to say in such a moment? He scratched the back of his head and looked at the two girls while thinking hard. "Look,…I ain't your father, I'm your friend," he began but instantly Jubilee shook her head. "I'm honored that ya see me as one, really… But I can only give ya the same advice I gave Kitty," he corrected himself and knew he had their fullest attention. "If ya think they are the right guys for ya, then go ahead. Just make sure it's what ya really want."

"So you agree?" Rogue asked hopefully and went over to hug him after he shrugged, accompanied by Jubilee. "Thanks, Logan!"

"So that's the reason why the Cajun and Popsicle gave me impatient looks, huh?" Logan asked and let go of them again. "Ya could have just asked John for my number and called me, instead ya make your men wait for an answer for almost two months."

"No, we had to ask you personally," Rogue smiled and could tell that Jubilee was close to bursting with joy. When Logan said he had to go back inside they followed him, when the girl behind her suddenly grabbed her by her arms.

"We are now officially fiancées!" Jubilee shouted and hugged her laughing, which made Logan shake his head.

"I really feel sorry for him…," he mumbled and went back upstairs.


"So, what do you think?" Hank asked after telling his wife what Logan had told him. He watched how she sat on their bed and looked down.

"Honestly?" she asked and he nodded. "I can't believe that parents just throw their baby away and try to drown it just because it is a mutant," she spat and cradled the boy in her arms. "How can humans be so cruel and call us animals? I haven't heard about mutants murdering their children so far."

"Yes, Logan said the same," he nodded and sat down next to her to look at the boy, who was peacefully sleeping in his baby-blue blanket. "So,…what do you think?" he asked once more.

"I don't know… It will change a lot and…we would have to change our routine," Moira said while she was still looking at the boy. "What about you?" she asked and looked up, watching how Hank reached out to stroke over the baby's cheek.

"I don't know," he replied. "But he needs parents and a home. And I doubt that Charles would send him away either. I mean with his looks…," he trailed off and thought that he knew best what it meant to look like a furry lion and live with normal looking people. He knew why Logan had asked him if he could care for the boy… "I wouldn't mind though… But I leave the decision to you."

"Well…," Moira sighed and handed the baby over to him, which he interpreted as a "no". "They already said we would make great parents, didn't they?"

"Is that a yes?" he asked and looked up at her, which she answered with a kiss and a smile. "I knew I picked the right woman as my wife."

Giggling, she noticed something. "What's his name by the way?"

"Logan said Heather named him Nicholas since he kept on calling him boy."

"Yes, that's how I pictured it," she nodded and began to look around the room they shared. "It will get quiet crowded in here, I think…"

"Don't worry about that, Moira. There are still enough rooms left," Charles voice echoed in their heads and made both mutants smile.

"Well, if that's the case…we have to move into another room tomorrow," she said and sat back down next to her husband, just to hear a knock at the door.

"Hallo," Kurt greeted them.

"I knew it was you," Hank smiled since he was sure that there had been a distant bamf on the corridor.

"The Professor said you could use this," the man said and handed Moira some diapers, clothes and a bed.

"Is it from 'Ro and you?" Hank asked and watched how the things were brought inside, but Kurt shook his head.

"Logan brought the thing vith him," the man explained and helped Moira to push the bed over to the bigger one.

"Thank you," she smiled and he nodded.

"Bitteschön!" With that he disappeared again.

"First problem solved, I guess," Hank said and got up to put the boy into the bed. "I think we should go to sleep too, what do you think?" He watched how his wife walked over to the bedroom with a mysterious smile on her face.

"I think….that I know who will get up first when he starts crying," she laughed and closed the door behind her quickly when he snarled playfully at her.


In his rooms Logan was still awake the day afterwards. While he lay in bed, his head propped up on one arm, he watched over his sleeping children next to him and gave Callie and Miloh, who lay both at the end of the bed and were soundly asleep, a look from time to time. The day had been difficult and he felt more than bad for Rachel's birthday to have turned out like this.

As he'd planned he had taken his children and Anna, Isa and TJ to the movies, then to Pizza Hut and had returned home in the evening to spend more time with them. Since Jean and he had been forced to do everything together, he had ended up sitting on one side in the theatre and Jean on the other, but Rachel had insisted to sit between them, so what other chance did he have than to sit closer to Jean than he'd liked to?

Before they had to go to bed Jack had stated his wish once more that he didn't want to stay here but wanted to come with him back to Canada. And this had been the hardest part. Logan knew that Scott was right and that the children's safety was more important than anything else. So the fight had begun right after he had told them that it wasn't possible. Before he had any chance to explain they whys Jack had begun to throw a tantrum, which had started by you promised, went over to you lied to us and had ended with I hate you. In the end he had managed to calm the boy down enough for him to explain why it wasn't possible and that they had to stay here for their own safety and that if it was up to him, they would come with him to Canada and…wherever else the long discussion had led to.

In the end the children had wanted to sleep with him again and had finally fallen asleep somewhere around 2 a.m. And since then…he lay awake, unable to sleep and tried to find a solution to the mess. He wouldn't stay that was for sure. So if he wanted to keep them sane he had to travel down more often than he'd intended to…, had to comeback next month and stay for at least two weeks and travel back up again… In April he had to do the same, but knew that he wanted to have his children in May for the twins' birthday. No, he hadn't thought that it would become that difficult at all…

Heaving a deep breath, Logan pulled the pillow closer after tucking Jack back in and made sure that Jamie wasn't in danger to be rolled over, before he closed his eyes and hoped to find some sleep. Even if it was already past 5 a.m. in the morning…

Didn't think that I would finish it today since it's already 4 a.m. here and I wrote the rest while listening, yep, listening!, to X-Men 2, since I can't watch and write at the same time. LOL Nicholas is a real character btw., called Wolf Cub and I hope I satisfied the wish from one of you by showing the children's powers. Anyway, thanks to all reviewers, I hope I replied to all of you and didn't forget one. I also hope you liked this chapter and will leave a review. I'll try to update my other stories soon too. See ya!!