Disclaimer: See Part One.
"What did you mean by that, kid?" Logan growled, pulling her closer to him.
"Uhh... what did I mean by what?"
"You said I had the claws back then, before the experiments." Logan said, his tone indicating he would tolerate no more stalling.
"Well, you touched Rogue, remember?"
"Yeah..." he growled. For a guy wearing an oxygen mask, he could still sound mighty threatening.
"Well, she's got them."
"Claws? Metal claws?"
"Uh, no... bone."
"Bone?"
"Yeah, Dr. Summers thinks that they're just, ya know, coated with metal. Like the rest of your skeleton."
Logan released Jubilee's hand and lifted both of his hands in front of his face. Unsheathing the claws, he didn't notice the blood that dripped from between his knuckles, a sign that he was still healing.
"Bone. Bone claws. They were right about me. I *am* an animal."
"Hey, who're you talking about? You're not an animal."
"How can you see these and say that?" Logan asked, staring at his claws.
"Ok, so you go a little nuts sometimes, maybe act before ya think, but you're not an animal. If you were an animal, you wouldn't have saved Rogue's life by risking your own. If you were an animal, your past wouldn't bother you so much. You wouldn't be interested in improving your life; you'd be happy the way things are." Logan retracted the claws, and laid his arms down. "Why can't I remember having them before?"
"You can't remember everything just yet. You said so yourself. Give yourself time to figure things out."
As the shock of finding out that the claws were part of his mutation wore off, the meaning behind what Jubilee had said struck him. "Rogue has claws?"
"Yeah. She was kinda, ya know, umm, surprised. She said they were sort of painful."
"Where is she?" Logan asked trying to push himself up to a sitting position. Jubilee stood, trying to push him back into a prone position, but he resisted. She felt the weariness of the past couple of days weighing on her, but she was still stronger than him.
"You're not well enough yet," she protested.
He changed tactics. Instead of trying to sit up, he instead started removing the oxygen mask, IV tubes, and sensors from his body.
~Dr. Summers!~ Jubilee mentally called, but she didn't get an answer from the doctor. Instead, she heard a muffled thump, like a body slamming against the door to the locked room where Rogue was.
The locked door opened, and Jubilee heard Rogue say, "Remy, I'm so sorr... serves ya right, Cajun... No! Stop!"
Then the tormented young woman/man, walked into the main med lab from the destroyed private room.
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