Part six. I know it's short, but I figured since it'd been a few days without an update, this was better than nothing. I've got more coming, but since I cursed my creative juices in the last part, it might be a while since they've decided to stop flowing. That'll teach me. :) Plus, I've learned my AP History teacher believes in long reading assignments with really big words. :) But, I hope to have another piece coming soon.
Disclaimers in part one. Also, Calvin Klein's Eternity perfume doesn't belong to me, though I own a bottle of the wonderful smelling stuff. ")
The usual: Please review. It's always welcomed. :)
Enjoy. :)
CKWan
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"Logan?" Jean said.
"What?" he asked harshly, turning to give her a hard look.
"Um, there's something in your hair," she said, walking over to take it out. This close, she could tell he'd been taking out his frustrations with his claws. This she could tell by the smell of sweat radiating from him and the way that his face and what she could see of his chest were glistening. She noted the bits of blood she saw on the sleeves of his shirt. He must have got himself a few times, she thought.
Logan could smell her perfume, Calvin Klein's Eternity. He knew the name because Scott had given it to her the previous Christmas. From what he could tell, it was her favorite. Her long red hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, her bangs perfectly curled, framing her face. She was wearing a simple black dress with no sleeves that came down to about her knees.
She took a piece of something out of his worse-than-usual messy hair. She examined it for a moment.
"Wood?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"Cuttin' down fire wood," he said. "We won' get snow here fer a while, but nothin' wrong with bein' prepared." He offered a small smile.
She smiled back.
"Anythin' on Ebony?" he asked even though he already knew the answer.
Jean shook her head. "The professor's searching through his files to see if there's ever been a case like hers been reported. I don't think he's going to find anything, but it doesn't hurt to check. When he's done with that, he's going to search for the mutant she mentioned."
"She wasn' hallucinating, no matter what One-" he stopped at her look. "No matter what Scott says. I can tell when people are lyin'. An' I know what it's like ta remember bits and pieces of yer life."
Jean nodded in sympathy. "Well, if all else fails, he can search her mind."
Logan shook his head. "That ain't gonna work," he said. "Ya saw how she flipped last time."
"Yeah," Jean said. "But if it's our only choice, we've got to do it."
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"Thanks for showing up on time, Logan," Scott said from his seat in the professor's office later that day. Logan ignored him and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
"What 've ya got?" Logan demanded.
"I didn't find anything in my files," Charles said, "but I didn't think I would. However, I did find a mutant close to the one she described with Cerebro."
"Where is he?" Logan asked, already standing up.
"He's in New Orleans," the professor said.
"Then what are we waiting for?" he said, heading towards the door. He had the door open and was about to walk out when he heard the professor say something.
"That's not all, Logan," Charles said.
"What?" he said, frozen in his place halfway out the door.
"I saw other mutants on the base," he explained. "The one Ebony mentioned is named Henry McCoy. There are two other mutants there. One by the name of Remy Lebeau, and the other I couldn't determine the name of."
"More?" Jean asked. "What are-"
She was cut off by a scream. Everyone froze. Scott was about to ask who it was when another scream filled the air.
"Ebony," Logan said before he continued out the door and down the hall to the lab. The others followed him. "Ebony!" he yelled. He was answered with another scream. The sound of breaking glass stopped him. "Dammit," he muttered under his breath as he watched a bottle of medicine crash into the wall behind him. "Her mind's outta control."
"I don't understand," Jean said, running up to Logan with Scott and Ororo right behind her. They ducked as a tray of medical supplies flew at them. "She was sedated."
"Her healin' factor's workin'," Logan said. "It got rid of the sedative."
Jean was silent for a minute. "I should have thought of that. What do we do now?"
"If anythin' hits me, I'll be okay," Logan said, expecting them to understand. "Gimme a needle with somethin' in it to put 'er out, an' we'll be fine."
"What if you can't get a hold of her?" Scott asked.
"My claws won' hurt her none, so I'll just wound her enough to get 'er to sit still," he said.
"You said her healing power was accelerated," Ororo said.
"She still gotta heal," Logan replied. "Jean, gimme a needle for it."
Seeing no other option, she walked over to her supplies, avoiding objects along the way. Luckily, she found one bottle of sedatives she thought strong enough to keep Ebony out still in one piece. It was one of few bottles still safe. Moments later, she handed Logan a syringe with the strong sedative.
"Let's hope this works," she said as she watched Logan, along with Scott and Ororo, head over to the room Ebony was in. They all jumped when an ear-piercing scream filled the air. They became nervous when they heard the familiar sound of Logan's claws extracting. Seconds later they heard a short, agonized yelp. Shortly after, objects stopped their paths through the air. Everyone jumped when the floating needles and such shattered or broke when they hit the ground.
Jean cautiously made her way to the room. She ignored Scott's worried yell, and walked through the door. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock.
The room was a complete mess. Ebony's bed was in pieces, the blankets and sheets thrown across the floor, some covered in blood. The machines that had been hooked up to her to monitor her vitals were either in the main room, or in pieces by the walls, evidence that they'd been thrown against them. There were pieces of shattered glass all over the floor. A chunk of the ceiling was on the floor, blackened around the edges, showing just a fraction of the strength behind her optic blasts. Jean looked up and saw glimpses of the kitchen. She finally focused on Logan.
"Oh my," she whispered. His face was covered in blood, whether it was his or Ebony's, she didn't know. His claws were still extended. His shirt was in pieces, barely staying on his muscular form. Blood trickled down his chest, the wounds already healed. Ebony lay at his feet. A pool of blood, but her arm showed no hints of harm, surrounded her right arm. The needle was sticking out her left arm, contents gone. She made eye contact with Logan. They were losing their wild look, regaining their usual barely in check anger and inquisitive look. "Are you okay?" she whispered.
He looked at her a long time before responding. "I'm alright," he said gruffly. With that, he bent to pick Ebony up. Her small frame hung limply in his grip. "Where should I take 'er?"
"Back in her room for now," she said, her mind still trying to fully understand what had just taken place. "I'll put her on an IV of sedatives. Maybe that'll keep her out."
Logan just shrugged and brushed past her. Scott came to stand beside her.
"Jeeze," he said. "What a mess."
"We've got to get that mutant now," Jean said, still surveying the damage. "If we don't, the mansion won't be standing for much longer."
"I'll ready the jet," Scott said.
To be continued....
Disclaimers in part one. Also, Calvin Klein's Eternity perfume doesn't belong to me, though I own a bottle of the wonderful smelling stuff. ")
The usual: Please review. It's always welcomed. :)
Enjoy. :)
CKWan
~`~`~`~
"Logan?" Jean said.
"What?" he asked harshly, turning to give her a hard look.
"Um, there's something in your hair," she said, walking over to take it out. This close, she could tell he'd been taking out his frustrations with his claws. This she could tell by the smell of sweat radiating from him and the way that his face and what she could see of his chest were glistening. She noted the bits of blood she saw on the sleeves of his shirt. He must have got himself a few times, she thought.
Logan could smell her perfume, Calvin Klein's Eternity. He knew the name because Scott had given it to her the previous Christmas. From what he could tell, it was her favorite. Her long red hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, her bangs perfectly curled, framing her face. She was wearing a simple black dress with no sleeves that came down to about her knees.
She took a piece of something out of his worse-than-usual messy hair. She examined it for a moment.
"Wood?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"Cuttin' down fire wood," he said. "We won' get snow here fer a while, but nothin' wrong with bein' prepared." He offered a small smile.
She smiled back.
"Anythin' on Ebony?" he asked even though he already knew the answer.
Jean shook her head. "The professor's searching through his files to see if there's ever been a case like hers been reported. I don't think he's going to find anything, but it doesn't hurt to check. When he's done with that, he's going to search for the mutant she mentioned."
"She wasn' hallucinating, no matter what One-" he stopped at her look. "No matter what Scott says. I can tell when people are lyin'. An' I know what it's like ta remember bits and pieces of yer life."
Jean nodded in sympathy. "Well, if all else fails, he can search her mind."
Logan shook his head. "That ain't gonna work," he said. "Ya saw how she flipped last time."
"Yeah," Jean said. "But if it's our only choice, we've got to do it."
~`~`~`~
"Thanks for showing up on time, Logan," Scott said from his seat in the professor's office later that day. Logan ignored him and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
"What 've ya got?" Logan demanded.
"I didn't find anything in my files," Charles said, "but I didn't think I would. However, I did find a mutant close to the one she described with Cerebro."
"Where is he?" Logan asked, already standing up.
"He's in New Orleans," the professor said.
"Then what are we waiting for?" he said, heading towards the door. He had the door open and was about to walk out when he heard the professor say something.
"That's not all, Logan," Charles said.
"What?" he said, frozen in his place halfway out the door.
"I saw other mutants on the base," he explained. "The one Ebony mentioned is named Henry McCoy. There are two other mutants there. One by the name of Remy Lebeau, and the other I couldn't determine the name of."
"More?" Jean asked. "What are-"
She was cut off by a scream. Everyone froze. Scott was about to ask who it was when another scream filled the air.
"Ebony," Logan said before he continued out the door and down the hall to the lab. The others followed him. "Ebony!" he yelled. He was answered with another scream. The sound of breaking glass stopped him. "Dammit," he muttered under his breath as he watched a bottle of medicine crash into the wall behind him. "Her mind's outta control."
"I don't understand," Jean said, running up to Logan with Scott and Ororo right behind her. They ducked as a tray of medical supplies flew at them. "She was sedated."
"Her healin' factor's workin'," Logan said. "It got rid of the sedative."
Jean was silent for a minute. "I should have thought of that. What do we do now?"
"If anythin' hits me, I'll be okay," Logan said, expecting them to understand. "Gimme a needle with somethin' in it to put 'er out, an' we'll be fine."
"What if you can't get a hold of her?" Scott asked.
"My claws won' hurt her none, so I'll just wound her enough to get 'er to sit still," he said.
"You said her healing power was accelerated," Ororo said.
"She still gotta heal," Logan replied. "Jean, gimme a needle for it."
Seeing no other option, she walked over to her supplies, avoiding objects along the way. Luckily, she found one bottle of sedatives she thought strong enough to keep Ebony out still in one piece. It was one of few bottles still safe. Moments later, she handed Logan a syringe with the strong sedative.
"Let's hope this works," she said as she watched Logan, along with Scott and Ororo, head over to the room Ebony was in. They all jumped when an ear-piercing scream filled the air. They became nervous when they heard the familiar sound of Logan's claws extracting. Seconds later they heard a short, agonized yelp. Shortly after, objects stopped their paths through the air. Everyone jumped when the floating needles and such shattered or broke when they hit the ground.
Jean cautiously made her way to the room. She ignored Scott's worried yell, and walked through the door. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock.
The room was a complete mess. Ebony's bed was in pieces, the blankets and sheets thrown across the floor, some covered in blood. The machines that had been hooked up to her to monitor her vitals were either in the main room, or in pieces by the walls, evidence that they'd been thrown against them. There were pieces of shattered glass all over the floor. A chunk of the ceiling was on the floor, blackened around the edges, showing just a fraction of the strength behind her optic blasts. Jean looked up and saw glimpses of the kitchen. She finally focused on Logan.
"Oh my," she whispered. His face was covered in blood, whether it was his or Ebony's, she didn't know. His claws were still extended. His shirt was in pieces, barely staying on his muscular form. Blood trickled down his chest, the wounds already healed. Ebony lay at his feet. A pool of blood, but her arm showed no hints of harm, surrounded her right arm. The needle was sticking out her left arm, contents gone. She made eye contact with Logan. They were losing their wild look, regaining their usual barely in check anger and inquisitive look. "Are you okay?" she whispered.
He looked at her a long time before responding. "I'm alright," he said gruffly. With that, he bent to pick Ebony up. Her small frame hung limply in his grip. "Where should I take 'er?"
"Back in her room for now," she said, her mind still trying to fully understand what had just taken place. "I'll put her on an IV of sedatives. Maybe that'll keep her out."
Logan just shrugged and brushed past her. Scott came to stand beside her.
"Jeeze," he said. "What a mess."
"We've got to get that mutant now," Jean said, still surveying the damage. "If we don't, the mansion won't be standing for much longer."
"I'll ready the jet," Scott said.
To be continued....