Disclaimer: See Part One.
Jean heard the voices echoing down the hall a few seconds before she heard the light knocking on her door. She was so worried about Logan and Rogue, she'd been able to sleep only lightly, waking at every sound.
Scott groaned beside her as she got out of bed, but didn't wake up. As she approached the door, she could clearly hear Rogue say, "Let's go back, Jubes. I'm not even bleeding anymore."
Jean swung the door open and saw the girls jump in the dimness of the hall's nightlight.
"What's wrong?" she asked, closing the door behind her.
"Rogue cut herself, and I thought you should look..."
"How did you cut yourself, Rogue," Jean asked, worry creeping into her voice. Were Logan's suicidal tendencies already affecting the young woman?
"Well, I..." she began in a meek tones, then her voice hardened, "does it really matter, Red? It's healed now anyway."
Jean wasn't satisfied in the least. She turned to Jubilee, her expression demanding answers.
"Well, Dr. Summers, Rogue's gained some of Logan's abilities."
"Yes," Jean replied, "like the last time."
"Umm, this is a little worse than the last time. Ya wanna show her, Rogue?"
"I don't know how," Rogue answered, staring at her hands.
"Ok, Logan?"
"Don't wanna."
"Logan, either you show her, or I'll make you show her," Jubilee threatened.
Rogue turned and growled at her friend as Jean watched in shock. "Like to see you try, little girl."
"That's it," Jubilee said and attacked, grabbing her friend in a choke hold. Rogue fought back, breaking Jubilee's grip and releasing the bone claws in one swift motion. She lunged at her, only to be stopped by an unseen hand.
Shifting her gaze, she saw Jean, hand outstretched and shaking as she mentally held Rogue's body in place.
"That's enough, Logan," Jean commanded, the strain making its way into her voice. "Let me talk to Rogue."
Rogue's body relaxed and the bone claws resheathed. Jean waited a few seconds until she could be sure Rogue was in control and released her hold.
"Rogue, we need to go to the med lab. I have to check you out. I didn't know Logan's claws were a part of his mutation."
Rogue nodded, looking sadly at her hands. "I didn't know either. Even after I found out everything, regained my memories, I didn't know. How could I have had these things all my life and not known?"
Jean let that comment go. Both Logan and Rogue seemed to be cooperating at the moment, and she had to take advantage of that. She started walking, leading the two young women through the darkened hallways to the mansion's basement. As they entered, Rogue froze, staring at Logan's body on the bed.
"Rogue?" Jean asked, but a gruffer voice answered.
"No. I'm dead. It worked. I'm dead. What am I doing here? Why did you save me?"
"Logan," Jean began, trying to appease the man trapped in Rogue's mind, "you have to understand. We..."
"No!" a deep growl came from Rogue. Bone claws released and she ran towards the still patient.
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