Summary: Jubilee, Logan, and Gambit go clubbing and run into a few unsuspecting guests, and a few unexpected surprises
Rating: Violence, sex, language…sigh. Does this bore anyone else?
Disclaimer: Just bought the X-Men at Kmart for $5.99. Take that, Marvel!
Author's Note: This installment is a bit more light-handed after last chapter's Kleenex fest. If you don't know who the guest stars are, you probably haven't read the latest Wolverine's, so I suggest you do so (they're good!). Also, thanks mucho for reviews, you know I thrive on them. And just to straighten out, no they did not do the wild thang in Ch.3…Damn close, but no. You can either reread it closely, or take my word for it. Hmmm. Both have possibilities. Still, this chapter really drops a bomb…you curious yet? Should be.
Crickets were buzzing and the sun was shining in through the window when Jubilee stumbled in at the breakfast table. Her hair was sticking up in different directions, and her nightshirt was off one shoulder, and she was smiling like an idiot.
"Hey, Jean."
Jean looked over her reading glasses and took in Jubilee's appearance.
"Good morning." She calmly, and took a drink of tea.
"Hey, Red, can ya get me some of that?" Jubilee asked, reaching for a teacup. An amused smile crossed Jean's face.
"Red?"
"Huh. Guess Logan's rubbing up on me. I mean, off on me. Rubbing off on me."
She grabbed a blueberry muffin and took a huge bite. Jean went back to reading the paper.
"Hey, everybody. Jeannie, Jubes." Logan came in whistling, in an unusually good mood.
"You seem awfully cheerful, Logan."
"Hmph." He grunted, then couldn't help it and grinned. "Got any coffee?"
Jubilee swallowed her giant bite of muffin and turned towards Jean, who didn't even look up as Logan went to work on the Mr.Coffee.
"Omigod, Jean it was so funny. Last night, ok? I was like with Logan, we were-"
She took another bite of muffin,
"Umm. Talking. Sort of. Anyways, I say something to him and he looked down at me and said the damn funniest thing, he said--,"
"Don't talk with your mouth full!" Jean said, annoyed. There was one second of silence, and then both Logan and Jubilee broke out in hysterical laughter. Jubilee nearly choked on her food, and Logan was holding his side. Jean looked up, startled. She stopped to think a second.
"I don't get it."
This just made them laugh harder, and she repeated herself. Then a look of disgust crossed her face.
"That's not what I meant! You two have your minds in the gutter! Forget my appetite!" She dropped the paper and stormed off. Logan wiped tears from his eyes and took a bite out of Jubilee's muffin.
"Dirty mind...hmm...where have I heard that before..."
Jubilee rolled her eyes. "It's synonymous with your name, bub."
"Hey? You stealin' my catchphrases now?"
"Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?"
He considered a second, then grabbed the muffin from Jubilee's hands and finished it off.
"Hey! That was the last one!"
"Call it even, huh Jubes?"
Rogue came storming in a second later, nearly knocking over the breakfast table. A vase wobbled precariously on the edge, but Jubilee managed to stable it. To say that Rogue looked angry would be an understatement.
"Where's that scumbag got to now?"
"I'm guessing you mean Remy?" Jubilee asked.
"Yeah, who else would ah mean? He made a date with some other girl, some blond hussy he met at a club, of all places. The nerve!"
Satisfied for the moment that he wasn't in the room, she stomped out as quickly as she'd come in. There was a moment of silence as breakfast was eaten, until out of nowhere…
"Uh, hey, mind if you help Gambit out a little?"
Jubilee swore she was losing her mind...the cabinet had just spoken. Logan strode over and yanked open the tall food cabinet to reveal Gambit and several rows of Cheerios. Damn Professor X. and his health food craze. Logan rolled his eyes.
"Well, if it ain't our resident ragin' Cajun."
"When he starts talking in third person, you know he's worried," Jubilee whispered loudly.
"De chere be mad this time, don't she." He looked around rather nervously.
"What was yer first clue?" Then he eyed Gambit. "She tellin' the truth, Gumbo?"
The look on his face was enough to incriminate him.
"Hey! She don' own me! I can do what I damn well please, an' if I wan' to be seein' someone ot'er than her, I'll do just dat."
He glowered at the two of them.
"You want us to come along?" Jubilee asked, reaching for a pastry.
"Yeah, um, dat would be great, chere."
"Thought so," She said smiling, then took a bite and chewed. "What time?"
* * *
"Hey! Keep yer hands to yourself!"
"For godsakes, Logan!" Jubilee threw down a pile of clothes and a brush with a look of total frustration on her face.
"How am I supposed to dress you if you won't even let me touch you?"
"Who ever said I needed someone to dress me? I happen ta like what I wear!"
"We're going to a club, not a woodsmen convention. And I bought these clothes myself! With my time! With my money!"
She began working again as she talked, holding up one pair of jeans to him, then another.
"I mean, I opened your closet and was like, hit with just a wave of flannel. And like, two worn out pairs of hiking boots. The motorcycle gear was actually pretty nice, but I'm not sure they'd let you in wearing nothing but a leather jacket and biker gloves."
"Hmmph," He glowered, letting his claws flick in and out of the backs of his hands. Jubilee rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, tough guy, you're just gonna live with it. Here. Put these on."
Growling some more, he stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door with such force she heard Cyclops faintly from downstairs.
"We're under attack, people!"
She snickered.
She painted her nails while Logan dressed, hoping the smell would get him out faster. She paced. She powdered her nose. She sprayed perfume. At long last she knocked.
"Loooogan. You still alive and breathing in there?"
There was a pause, then a sullen voice announced.
"I ain't comin out."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I ain't."
She smiled to herself and decided to try a different approach.
"I'm not wearing anything but that leather jacket…"
"You're lyin'."
"Maybe, but if it's gonna get you out of there…"
The door flew open, and he scowled. Jubilee beamed.
"Damn! Logan, you look hot!"
Despite the growl this elicited, she could tell he liked the compliment. The truth was, he did look hot. He was dressed in normal teenage garb now-- she'd shopped everywhere from Structure, to thrift stores, to A&F-- and now he was wearing loose jeans, a T-shirt, jacket. His hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, and he was wearing Nike's.
"Hot in a sort of jailbait, juvenile-delinquent way," She teased.
"At least ya got that part right."
"I have to show you off!" She yelled suddenly, and grabbed him by the arm. It was like trying to move a pillar of stone.
"I'm not goin' outside in these things."
She sighed, knowing another uphill battle was ahead. But she also knew who would win the will of wars. Logan's such a softie at heart. She smirked and kept pulling.
* * *
The club was loud and noisy. Music was blaring, flashing colored lights danced crazily, and heat and body sweat abounded. And this was from the outside.
"Not that anyone's interested, but Logan, you and I are out past curfew."
Logan barked out a laugh. "Gee, I hope Charlie don't ground me again, huh?
Jubilee slugged him in the arm. They'd been waiting in line to get into the East Side Rave for over an hour and a half. Gambit kept checking his watch-- and the fake ID's he'd managed to procure for the two minors. If you could ever call Wolverine a minor, that is.
At last they made it to the front window. There was some oily guy behind it taking tickets, and he barely glanced at the counterfeit ID's. They made their way in, pushing and shoving past people dressed in halter tops, pleather, and hair more colors than the rainbow.
"She supposed to meet me here," Gambit said, smoothing out his trenchcoat and smiling as a girl walking by and winked at him. Jubilee held protectively on to Wolverine's arm. She'd be damned if she let some made-up bitch try to make off with him. Logan smiled at the stone cold glances Jubilee was giving to a group of giggling blondes walking by who 'accidentally' brushed into him. Logan was enjoying the moment, blaring music aside, until he saw a young twentysomething man catch Jubilee's eye. All amusement immediately left his face, and he growled a little, moving protectively in front of her.
Mine!
It was Jubilee's turn to smile.
At last, once Gambit had downed two martinis, olives and all, Jubilee saw him smile in recognition. A girl in a tight, hot pink tube top, miniskirt, and hip boots walked towards him, swaying her hips. She smiled, lipstick bright.
And Wolverine smacked his forehead with his hand.
"Aw, cripes, 'A'! You can pick 'em Gumbo, you can really pick 'em!"
"Huh?" Jubilee looked up to Wolverine at this sudden outburst. Gambit ignored him, and focused on greeting the woman. Her hair was in pigtails, deceptively girlish, and she took a lollipop lasciviously out of her mouth as she greeted him.
"Hey, baby. Sorry I'm late."
"T and A! T and freakin' A!"
This time they both looked at him, a little shocked and definitely confused.
"What de hell you sayin', homme?" Gambit asked a little angrily.
"Logan? What do you…?"
The girl looked at Logan. Logan looked at the girl. She lifted up the heart-shaped sunglasses. Then her mouth dropped opened and she spoke.
"Hmmm…Well, I'll be damned! Hey, Wolvie…what happened to you? You lose twenty-years or something since our last lil' roundevous?"
"Where's T?" He growled menacingly. "She's around, ain't she?"
By this time, both Gambit and Jubilee were giving each other helpless glances. Apparently only Logan and the girl knew what was happening.
Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around the back of Logan's shoulders.
"Hey! A, I remember this one. He liked it rough, eh?"
The girl, who obviously knew Gambit's date, turned a critical eye on Jubilee. Her shiny black hair was up in a high ponytail, and her eye makeup was smudged and dark.
"Who's the chick you brought with you, Wolvie?" She asked patronizingly. "She supposed to be your date or something? Looks a little skinny. You sure she can handle you?"
Jubilee's eyes widened and her nostrils flared. She stepped up to T, poking her finger in her face. Hugging her date was strike one. Starting shit with her was a whole 'nother ballgame.
"T n' A, huh? Well, I'll tell you something. I may not have much in the way of tits, but I sure as hell ain't gonna have a problem with kicking your ass!"
Gambit and Wolverine's jaws very nearly hit the floor at Jubilee's new talent for colorful language. At the same time, Logan felt a strange sense of pride. Yeah, that's my Jubilee, all right. Gambit just looked floored, as his date picked a dangerous fight with teammate.
The remark did not go unnoticed by the two girls
'A' stepped up, reaching behind her to draw out a trademark dagger.
"You care to wager on that, bitch?"
The people at the club were all too stoned or preoccupied to take notice of this small commotion, but both Logan and Remy immediately came between the two.
"Hey. I suggest you stop this right now, 'fore somebody really gets hurt," Logan said in a low, menacing tone. The coaster in Gambit's hand was beginning to glow with kinetic energy.
Both the girls looked slightly startled at the sudden male intrusion.
"Fine, I'm so sorry to bother you, Wolvie," 'A' said sweetly, twirling a pigtail. Despite the obviousness of this perky little villain, Jubilee could still see Gambit practically drooling out of the corner of her eye. 'A' turned back to Logan. "You know, if you need any help finding the orphanage you picked that little scamp up at--"
Jubilee swung her fist so fast, neither of the men had time to react. It connected with A's temple, and the sunglasses flew off as she was knocked back, crashing into the bar. She climbed up and felt at her head.
"Ow!" She said, sounding genuinely annoyed. "That hurt!"
Jubilee wasn't prepared for such a quick recovery, and didn't dodge the kick aimed at her head. All she knew was that she was suddenly on the ground with a pounding headache, and a split lip. She instantly sprang up, as she heard the crisp sound of adamantium tearing through Logan's knuckles.
"I warned ya once, A!"
There was sudden chaos as bystanders began to notice the man with bone spikes coming out of his hands, and the girl with a knife; T cracked the whip that had been held at her hip holster. With a sudden roar and charge from Logan, and a quick flash of fireworks from Jubilee, panic ensued.
The heavy, hypnotic beat of the music droned on as people screamed and ran. Jubilee took another kick to the chest before she managed to grab A's foot and flip her. T had taken down Gambit, and was currently occupying Logan. He took a swing at her and missed, taking out a row of clean glasses on the bar top. They shattered on the floor, as T jumped him.
"Stay away from my man, you Vampira wannabe!" Jubilee yelled, throwing a nearby shotglass at T, who ducked, and it hit Logan instead.
"Thanks, Jubes, real nice aim!"
'A' grabbed her from behind and Jubilee felt a sudden pain as she was body slammed to the ground.
"I always knew I was watching WWF for something," 'A' mused, until Gambit grabbed her ankle from the floor, and she went down. Wolverine cut through T's whip, but she managed to slug him in the face. Logan barely winced, but T held her fist in pain.
"Shit!"
It was never a good idea to hit a man whose skeleton was laced with metal.
At some point, someone pulled the fire alarm, but by then the four mutants were too wrapped up in beating each other to notice it.
* * *
The fight ended abruptly and rather anti-climatically. They were literally thrown out of the club by bouncers, and told never to come back again if they wanted to keep their money and their lives. T and A sulked a bit, then eventually skulked away, muttering to the owner that they were only trying to have a little fun. This left Gambit, Jubilee, and Logan, standing in a dark back alley, the thud of club music still audible.
There were a few seconds of nearly tangible silence.
"I uh-- I know a good ice cream place we can all go," Jubilee suggested. Logan looked up, jarred out of murderous thought about T&A, looked over at her, and gently placed his thumb over the cut on her lip. She smiled, which hurt, but she ignored the pain.
"I'm fine, Logan. What about it?"
"Sounds like a plan to me. Sorry yer date got kinda ruined, Cajun."
Gambit ran his hands despairingly through his auburn hair, and then shook his head disbelievingly.
"Yah, well, what can I say? Didn't really work out, no?"
They walked together along the silent streets, lamplight and moonlight creating beautiful shadows. They stopped in front of a Leatherby's. It was small, and nearly empty. The light inside told them it was still open, and the bell chimed as they walked in.
"Hey, I'd like a triple scoop of bubble gum, praline, and mocha delight. Sugar cone, please." Jubilee, of course.
Logan ordered plain old chocolate. Gambit stepped up next. The lady at the cash register looked up expectantly.
"Yes?"
"Hello dere, chere. I'd like a--Rogue!"
"I'm sorry, sir? We don't have that flavor…"
But Gambit wasn't listening. He had spotted the lone figure eating a dish of ice cream at a booth by herself. Rogue looked up and was evidently as surprised as he was. He froze.
"Don't just stand there catchin' flies in yer mouth! Go to her!" Logan prompted, elbowing the Cajun in the ribs. He did as told and walked over, taking each step stiffly. Rogue spooned idly from her banana split.
"Hey. How was yoah date?" Rogue took a bite without looking up. "She pretty?"
Gambit still looked a bit stunned, but when he answered back, it was with warmth, as he slid into the seat across from her.
"Not as pretty as you, chere,"
Rogue looked up from her ice cream with an expression of anger. She couldn't believe the gall of this man.
"What game are ya tryin' tah play this time, Remy?"
"No game, chere, I just--"
"Think you can just waltz in here…Prob'ly think ah've been thinkin' about yah all night, well lemme tell you somethin', Cajun!"
She pointed at him menacingly with the ice cream spoon, then suddenly seemed to collapse, her head in her hands.
"Ah have."
"Ah, chere," Gambit melted like the half-eaten split in front of her.
"You know Gambit, he never mean anyt'ing by it. I love you chere. You de one I want to be with. Sometime, I jus' get a little frustrated, dat's all. But Rogue…It's always been you."
He looked more surprised at himself for actually saying it than Rogue did. Jubilee and Logan watched silently from a distance.
"Remy…You…You really mean it?"
Gambit looked at her, straight in the eye.
"Yes, chere, I do."
Rogue's eyes filled with hope and tears.
And then the words tumbled out.
"Remy LeBeau. Will you marry me?"
Two booths away, Logan choked on his ice cream cone. Two booths ahead, Gambit did the same, though he didn't have ice cream as an excuse. Jubilee pounded on Logan's back until the hacking dissipated. He tossed the rest of the cone away and whispered,
"Time ta go, Jubes."
As they left, Logan cocked his head to the side, his sensitive hearing catching the end of the conversation, too quiet for the normal human range. Jubilee was beside herself with anticipation as they walked out into the cold night air.
"What'd he say?!"
"Yes," Logan said with a smile. "Smartest thing the Cajun's ever done."
* * *
Her breath turned into fog and drifted away as they walked away from the warmth of the Leatherby's. Logan walked by her side, saying nothing.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Logan looked up, startled. "Nothin' interestin', Jubes. Just thinkin' how pretty you looked in th' moonlight."
This unexpected sentiment touched her.
"Hey. You don't look half bad yourself."
He smiled. "Remember that night ya dunked me, Jubes?"
"You mean the pool?" She blushed despite herself, remembering.
"I can't believe I actually got away with that. I mean, that we weren't caught."
"Mmm. Maybe it's fate, Jubes."
"I don't believe in fate," She said, turning to face him under a street lamp.
"I believe we choose our own destinies."
"I know some who would argue, but I kinda tend to agree with you." He took out a coin and began to idly flip it, leaning against a No Loitering sign. Jubilee caught the coin in midair.
"Logan…Can you find us a good hotel around here?"
"Well, sure.." He looked at her suspiciously. "Why would ya want…" It suddenly dawned on him. He took her face in his hands.
"Jubes, you sure you wanna do this now? I mean, I don't wanna pressure you or anything. Don't think I won't wait for you, cause--"
"Logan?"
She brought his lips up to his, and they stood under the neon streetlights in a close embrace. She looked up.
"Don't make me beg."
He grinned at her.
"Gimme a phone book an' five minutes, and I'll get ya in the damned Hilton, if that's what you want, Jubes."
She felt like she was on fire. She felt like she was dreaming. She felt kinda sick to her stomach. She was in love.
"As long as it's tonight."
* * *
The room was foreboding. Partly it was because all the walls were metal. It kept the temperature cool, air frigid. Voices echoed. Mystique sat perfectly still, trying not to shiver, on the steel chair.
Magneto stood before her.
"You asked me here, my lord?"
She knew he'd get some kind of power trip off of the title "my lord", and she was very afraid she was in trouble now.
"Mystique," The booming voice began. Eric Lenscherr was dressed in full regalia, helmet, and flowing cape. There were deep lines on his face, but his eyes were bright and quick as a madman. This meant business. Mystique clasped her hands in her lap and bit her lips.
"Now…there's no need to be so nervous. I'm simply curious."
After a pause,
"Really? About what?" She asked, finding her voice surprisingly nonchalant.
"As you know, you are one of my oldest and most loyal members of the Brotherhood, and lately, I've sensed that something's been…amiss."
"Something wrong?" Mystique echoed, trying to keep out the fear evident in her eyes. He turned suddenly to face her, making her jump a little. His tone came out much harsher than it had before. He held up his index finger.
"For one, Raven, you've saved a member of the X-Men's life. Twice, by my count. I need to know why."
She thanked god for once in her life that her skin color made her incapable of blanching, because she paled considerably at his words.
"Are you switching alliances on us, Mystique? I advise you tell me now… while you still can."
She opened her mouth to speak, then just shook her head instead. Magneto began to pace, counting up another finger.
"Then, you began to miss the Brotherhood meetings. Lately, I've not seen you around it all. Now I am asking you, Raven, what is wrong."
"I--I--" She stammered, and suddenly the metal arms of the chair became alive, wrapping around her wrists. The twisted restraints clamped down, and Magneto's voice lowered ominously.
"I'm asking you, Raven. Don't make me order you."
"I," She said, desperately, her calm features suddenly charged with emotion.
"I…I am with child."
"What?" This was obviously not the answer Magneto was expecting.
"I'm pregnant."
With a flick of his hand, the wrist restraints eased a little. Magneto had recovered quickly from this initial shock, and now seemed almost pleased. A baby could, after all, mean a new addition to the Brotherhood.
"How far along are you?" He asked, tone almost pleasant now.
"Six months," She whispered, then added. "Easy to hide when you're a shapeshifter." She was dreading the question she knew was coming next.
"And who is the father?"
At the sudden silence, Magneto again turned to her, and looked into her face.
"I will repeat myself, in case you did not hear me. Who is the father of the child?"
Mystique knew there was no way out now. She could lie, but for how long? And with what consequences? She shivered, knowing how heartless her master could be. Her lips trembled as she spoke the name out loud for the first time.
* * *
"Logan! Logan! Oh, God, Logan!"
Jubilee's body arched up as she cried out without shame, eyes sliding closed. He was breathing hard above her, then calling her name with a hoarse roar in return. They were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and Jubilee had utterly lost track of time. It seemed as if this pleasure was to last forever. He collapsed on her, and she reveled in his heat and solid weight. He rolled her over, bodies still intertwined. They were both trying to catch their breath.
"Nice fireworks show, Jubes," He managed at last, smiling and kissing her.
"What do you mean?" She asked, smiling unconsciously back. He laughed, rolling over again and taking her with him.
"You made a sort of rainbow. Damn pretty, but ya nearly blinded me."
"I did?" She blushed, then grinned. Logan lay, his head pillowed on her breast.
"Mmmm. Comfortable. Might make a home here, Jubes."
She giggled, running her hands through his hair. She had no idea how long they'd been making love. Somewhere around all night, she supposed, because the very first rays of dawn were visible in the sky outside. After a while of them both lying in contentment, Jubilee spoke reluctantly up.
"You know, we probably should get back to the mansion. I'm sure they're worried."
There was a growl from Logan that she could feel throughout her own body.
"Don't want to leave yet, Wolverine?" She asked. She felt another growl.
"You goin' feral on me?" She asked him, meeting his mischievous eyes with her own. He pounced, and she got her answer.
* * *
The mansion was alive with activity.
Gambit and Rogue, engaged!
Jean was particularly busy, seeing to it that every detail of the wedding was going to be perfect. And she meant perfect.
She and Bobby looked up from a bridal catalogue as the door opened and Jubilee and Logan walked in. Jubilee was wearing his shirt, and seemed a little unsteady on her feet. Wolverine pulled her in for a kiss, then found his way inside. He looked happier than she'd ever seen him before.
"Jean! It's great to see you!" Jubilee cried. She was positively glowing. Both Jean and Bobby were staring. Bobby was the one to speak up.
"Dude! Did you…" He looked at the smile on Jubilee's face. Then turned to Logan. He was strutting a little, and he was…Smiling? Unheard of!
"And you-- Did you two just--"
Jean cleared her throat noisily to interrupt him.
"Bobby, please! Focus!"
He totally ignored her.
"Jean! Jubilee! Wolverine! I can't believe it! I mean, it's great! Were you…?"
Jubilees silly grin and Wolverine's menacing glance were enough to convince him.
"Jean! They were just--"
"Bobby!" Jean yelled, then smoothed out her skirt to regain her complacency. "Remember, focus? We're very glad you two…made it back…in one piece." She said.
Jubilee managed to stifle her snickering until she and Logan had made it back to his room. They shut the door behind them.
"Guess the secret's, out huh?" She asked. She enjoyed watching him smile, it so rarely happened naturally.
Wolverine let himself collapse back onto his bed, hands behind his head in a relaxed manner.
"Guess so."
"Wonder what everyone will think," Jubilee mused, picking up a photo of herself off his dresser and glancing at it idly.
"To hell with everyone else, Jubes I got you!"
She grinned. "I'm all yours."
At that moment, Wolverine was the happiest he had been in the longest time he could remember. He lived in the moment, cherished it.
Seconds later, the world turned upside-down.
* * *
"Now, Rogue said she wanted lace."
"Yeah, but that looks so…old fashioned. I dunno…"
Jean and Bobby were pouring over the bridal catalogue again when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" Bobby said quickly, eager to get away from the clutches of Jean and her thousands of frilly wedding dresses. He sauntered over to the door, opened it, and stood there, speechless. After a moment, when it was evident that Bobby had been shocked stupid, she spoke.
"Well, X-Man? Are you going to let me in or not? Tell me to leave and I will."
"Umnn.." The Iceman scratched the back of his head, then turned.
"Jean? We..umm..Have a visitor."
Mystique peered around Bobby from under the shawl she was wearing.
"Well by all means, Bobby, show them in! Don't be ungracious!" Jean said, her voice faint from the hall.
"Come in…Come in Ms…Umm.."
"Darkholme," Mystique supplied, and stepped cautiously in, just as Jean rounded the corner.
"Welcome to the man--" She stopped mid-speech. "Mystique!" Her hand spread reflexively, but Mystique made no move to attack. Instead she looked her in the eye.
"Jean…Grey, is it? Codename Phoenix? The telekinetic one."
Jean ignored the question, and kept her hand raised.
"What are you doing here? Tell Magneto this is no way to infiltrate us…"
"I don't mean anyone any harm, I'm here alone," She said immediately, holding her hands out to show she was unarmed. Jean was unmoving.
"Why?"
"It's personal." Mystique said coldly.
When Jean still did not move, Mystique lowered her voice.
"I need to see your doctor. McCoy? Hank McCoy? And…Well I believe I've got some news that will affect us both."
Jean's empathy told her that Mystique was being honest. She slowly lowered her hand.
"Come in."
By now, the rest of the X-Men had gathered in the living room and were looking at Mystique with what could be loosely construed as an unfriendly manner. She stepped forward, took a breath, and began.
"I'm pregnant, and in three months, I'm going to give birth."
The statement seemed so odd and random, that the looks of suspicion on the faces of the X-Men turned to that of confusion. She heard Rogue whisper, "She got a screw loose or something." Turning a deaf ear to all the comments, her voice unwavering, she continued.
"I'm going to have a baby."
And she turned to face Wolverine.
"Logan, it's yours."
