Disclaimor: I do not own the X-Men, so don't sue me, but i do own Zero, she's all mine so don't
even think about it. ;-)
Summary: AU story, after a while of living in the mansion, Logan and his daughter try to work on
the family they've got, and Logan decides she's in need of a mother. Storm just so happens to
fit that description.
Light in the Dark chp12
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That night Logan tossed restlessly in his sleep. His back was bothering him and he felt hot. He sat up carefully and wiped the sweat from his brow. Logan knew that he most likey had a fever, but that wasn't really his concern at the moment. He was tired and uncomfortable and needed some fresh air.
Finally deciding to go out and get what he sought out for, Logan eased himself into the wheelchair by his bed. Just as he was about to head out the door, he thought of something. He knew he would never be able to get across the grass outside very easily in the chair, so he took the crutches out of the infirmary closet and put them on his lap as he wheeled down the hall to the elevator.
Logan felt himself breathing heavily when he got to the lower floor and wheeled over to where he could disable the alarms. Not wanting to wake anyone, because they would most likely scold him and not allow him to go outside, he carefully went out the door. Logan was sick of being cooped up in the infirmary. He missed his cabin in the middle of nowhere in Canada, being able to feel free and at ease with all the space around.
He breathed in deep, feeling the cool summer night breeze on the back of his neck. Logan readied the crutches and began getting up out of the chair. He gritted his teeth, his back was more sore than usual and he wasn't totally sure he'd be able to make it as far out on the property as he'd planned to go. With small, careful steps, Logan made his way to the edge of the property where there was a cliff leading down to the water. His legs had gotten wobbly and he felt dizzy from the fever. He carefully put his crutches down and sat on the grass, leaning against an old stump. Logan thought he should probably head back before someone found him gone, but didn't have the strength to get up. His eyelids were getting heavy, no matter how hard he tried fighting it and he soon passed out.
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Storm woke, suddenly panicked and looked around the room. It was still fairly dark, around 1 a.m. She tried easing down the panicky feeling, but it was no use. She had no memory of a bad dream, but something didn't feel right. Ororo got out of bed and quietly headed down the hall, having a sudden need to go check on Logan.
When she got to the infirmary and looked around the room, Logan was nowhere in sight. The knot in her stomach became more obvious and she began quietly searching the mansion for places he might likely be. Ororo went downstairs to check the kitchen and walking through the foyer, noticed the alarm had been deactivated. Still clad in her nightgown and robe, she went out the door, something telling her that he had to be out there. 'Logan, where on earth are you?' Storm thought, rising to the air to perform a search. She remembered him joking about a swim in the pool and checked there first. No sight of him. She was getting more worried each time she looked in a place she though he'd be, to find nothing. 'If I was Logan, where would I go?' She paused for a moment, then took off in flight to the cliff where Logan had taken the students training before.
Flying just overhead, she caught sight of him. He was lying on the ground, half leaned up against an old stump, and not moving. "Goddess, Logan." Storm whispered aloud. She swooped down to him and called out his name. "Logan?"
His eyes were closed, he had passed out. Storm kneeled by his side and cradled his head in her arms. She felt his forehead, noticing the sweat dripping from his brow. "Oh Logan, you're burning up."
He was breathing heavily, but not responding, and Storm couldn't tell if he was awake.
"'Ro?" Logan mumbled, barely audible.
Storm looked down at him, brushing the hair away that was stuck to his forehead from the sweat. "I'm here Logan." She said softly.
"I'm sorry...." He mumbled. "I really...messed up"
Storm looked into his tired eyes and tried smiling for his sake.
He groaned and tried sitting up. "It's hot in here 'Ro, let's.... go outside huh?" Logan began mumbling.
"Logan, you're sick, it's the fever, we need to get you inside." Storm began getting up and helped Logan wobbily get to his feet. She wrapped her right arm around his waist, allowing him to lean on her, and held onto his other hand that was slung over her shoulder with her left.
"We're already inside 'Ro,....let's go out, it's too hot in here...Let's go..t'the North Pole,..it's cooler there." He grumbled, as they walked unsteadily.
Storm laughed slightly. If she didn't know how sick he was, she would've thought him drunk.
Logan began mumbling again and almost collapsed. Storm had him leaning on her almost completely and he was quite heavy. He could barely walk because of his back, and Ororo wasn't sure they'd make it back to the mansion. She knew it may take a bit of extra effort on her part, but Storm decided if she tried flying, she could carry him. This could be easier although it would tire her out. She stopped for a minute, looking at Logan. He looked ready to pass out. She made up her mind, took to the air and lifted him up from under his arms.
When Ororo reached the front steps of the institute, she gently brought Logan down and placed him in the vacant wheelchair that still sat there. He continued mumbling incoherent things, but Storm was glad he was still awake. She would have a hell of a time getting him into bed if he completely blacked out. She felt his burning forehead one last time before quickly wheeling him to the elevator.
Storm moved infront of him when they got back to infirmary and tried to get him to cooperate. "Logan,...Logan." She placed a hand under his chin and lifted his face until he was looking in her eyes. "Logan, look at me."
His eyes were fluttering and he tried to look alert but was failing miserably. He stared at her, noticing the worry in her eyes although he wasn't thinking straight. "Hmm?"
"Logan try and stay awake for a little while for me, okay? Logan?" She gently shook his shoulders, kneeling infront of the chair.
He sighed and mumbled something. "Hm? I'm awake, I'll..stay awake." Logan mumbled, his speech slightly slurred.
Storm hefted him to his feet before he collapsed, face first, onto the bed. She rolled him over and lifted his legs onto the bed.
Logan groaned, a half-growl escaping his lips.
Storm frowned. She realized he must've been in immense pain at the moment. He had complained earlier of his back bothering him, but wasn't quite sure how bad it was. She looked at him sadly, seeing him wince. "I'll be right back, I'm going to get some cool towels for your head alright?"
Logan tried smiling and squinted at her, still trying so hard to keep his eyes open. The bright lights of the infirmary were blinding and they gave him a headache. "Turn out the lights okay?" He mumbled.
Storm smiled, coming back with a wet face cloth. She shut off the lights except for a small lamp on the nightstand next to the bed. "You can sleep now Logan, just rest." She said, taking the cloth and wiping it over his sweaty forehead.
Logan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, finally being able to sleep.
Storm suddenly realized she hadn't taken his temperature. Not wanting to wake him up, she found the digital ear thermometer, used mostly for children, in a drawer. She brought it to his ear and waited for the beep, then looked at the temp. reading. "104!" She gasped. "Maybe I should tell Hank." She stayed by the bed, now sitting in the wheelchair, and decided not to tell Beast. "Hank will just be angry if I tell him now. There's nothing he can really do anyway, I'll tell him in the morning."
The rest of the night, Ororo remained by her love. She heard him groaning restlessly in his sleep, and every now and then, she got up and checked his temperature, continuing the ritual with the washcloth.
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When morning finally came, Storm woke to the sound of heaving breaths and snoring. She was leaning against the bed with her head in her arms, that was how she slept all night. Storm got up and checked Logan's temperature again. It was still pretty high, but atleast it had gone down.
A few minutes after Storm had woken up, Hank entered the room. He looked at Logan and quirked an eyebrow. "What happened? He looks like he's got a fever."
Storm nodded, still quite tired. "It was 104, now it's down to 101.5." She paused, looking at Hank who seemed worried. "I stayed up with him all night."
Hank went over to Logan, taking the thermometer from the night stand and checked it. Storm was right, 101.5 exactly. He looked at Storm. "Hmm..how did he get like this?"
Storm sighed and put her hand on Logan's still arm. "I woke up last night and when I went to check on him he was gone. I looked all over the mansion, but when I went downstairs I saw that the alarm was off. I went outside looking for him and found him passed out near the cliff at the edge of the property. By then he was already burning up."
"My stars and garters." Was all Hank said. "How on earth did he make it all the way out there?"
"He must've used the crutches, they were lying to next to him when I found him and the wheelchair was left on the front steps." She paused, looking back at Logan. "I brought him back here as fast as I could. He kept mumbling about being too hot and that his back was bothering him. I think he went out to get some fresh air or something."
Hank sighed and shook his head. "He's probably got an infection. I'll have to give him some antibiotics."
Storm nodded sadly and Logan began waking up. He blearily scanned the room with his eyes. "Water.." He mumbled out.
Ororo rushed to grab him a glass of water as Hank prepared the syringe with antibiotics.
Logan gulped down the water, some of it dribbling down his chin.
Just then, the three in the infirmary heard chatter and footsteps just outside the door.
"Evan! You spiked my cd player!!"
"It wasn't my fault I swear!"
"Get back here!!" *SNIKT!*
Storm turned towards the door as she saw her nephew race by. Zero was chasing after him, and skidded to a halt as she passed the infirmary. Backing up and retracting her claws, she walked in to see Storm, Beast and her Dad all looking at her.
"Hey, you guys havin' a party I didn't know about?" She smiled, walking over to the three adults.
Beast shook his head. "No party here, just checking up on your Dad, that's all." He smiled warmly.
Zero's eyes widened and she noted the worried expression on Storm's face. "Riiiiight." She paused and looked at Logan. "Dad are you okay?"
Logan looked at her wearily, sweat still visible on his brow. "I'm fine darlin'." He coughed.
Zero crossed her arms. "Sure y'are." She smiled, looking at the adults who obviously didn't want her to worry or something. Zero kissed Logan on the forehead, smiled and waved goodbye to the rest of the adults. "Alright, I'm off then."
Storm looked at her curiously. "Zero where are you going?"
"I kinda made the big mistake of promising Kitty that I'd take her to the mall today." She smiled sheepishly.
Beast, Storm and even Logan all chuckled. "Good luck." Beast said, mock saluting her.
Zero sighed and left the room.
She met Kitty out by the garage and they mounted her Dad's Harley that she had begged Scott to go back and get for her. She smiled at Kitty and handed her a helmet. "Here put this on."
Kitty frowned. "But I'll like, mess up my hair!"
Zero growled and Kitty did as told. She kick started the bike and they took off toward the gates.
Author's Note: Please Review, this kinda took a bit longer than usual but be happy! It's here. Okies well...oh yeah! If you like Nightcrawler, check out my new fic, Double Demons. It's about Kurt n' his brother. Sorta AU. I would be greatly appreciated, and review too! :-D *BAMF*
even think about it. ;-)
Summary: AU story, after a while of living in the mansion, Logan and his daughter try to work on
the family they've got, and Logan decides she's in need of a mother. Storm just so happens to
fit that description.
Light in the Dark chp12
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That night Logan tossed restlessly in his sleep. His back was bothering him and he felt hot. He sat up carefully and wiped the sweat from his brow. Logan knew that he most likey had a fever, but that wasn't really his concern at the moment. He was tired and uncomfortable and needed some fresh air.
Finally deciding to go out and get what he sought out for, Logan eased himself into the wheelchair by his bed. Just as he was about to head out the door, he thought of something. He knew he would never be able to get across the grass outside very easily in the chair, so he took the crutches out of the infirmary closet and put them on his lap as he wheeled down the hall to the elevator.
Logan felt himself breathing heavily when he got to the lower floor and wheeled over to where he could disable the alarms. Not wanting to wake anyone, because they would most likely scold him and not allow him to go outside, he carefully went out the door. Logan was sick of being cooped up in the infirmary. He missed his cabin in the middle of nowhere in Canada, being able to feel free and at ease with all the space around.
He breathed in deep, feeling the cool summer night breeze on the back of his neck. Logan readied the crutches and began getting up out of the chair. He gritted his teeth, his back was more sore than usual and he wasn't totally sure he'd be able to make it as far out on the property as he'd planned to go. With small, careful steps, Logan made his way to the edge of the property where there was a cliff leading down to the water. His legs had gotten wobbly and he felt dizzy from the fever. He carefully put his crutches down and sat on the grass, leaning against an old stump. Logan thought he should probably head back before someone found him gone, but didn't have the strength to get up. His eyelids were getting heavy, no matter how hard he tried fighting it and he soon passed out.
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Storm woke, suddenly panicked and looked around the room. It was still fairly dark, around 1 a.m. She tried easing down the panicky feeling, but it was no use. She had no memory of a bad dream, but something didn't feel right. Ororo got out of bed and quietly headed down the hall, having a sudden need to go check on Logan.
When she got to the infirmary and looked around the room, Logan was nowhere in sight. The knot in her stomach became more obvious and she began quietly searching the mansion for places he might likely be. Ororo went downstairs to check the kitchen and walking through the foyer, noticed the alarm had been deactivated. Still clad in her nightgown and robe, she went out the door, something telling her that he had to be out there. 'Logan, where on earth are you?' Storm thought, rising to the air to perform a search. She remembered him joking about a swim in the pool and checked there first. No sight of him. She was getting more worried each time she looked in a place she though he'd be, to find nothing. 'If I was Logan, where would I go?' She paused for a moment, then took off in flight to the cliff where Logan had taken the students training before.
Flying just overhead, she caught sight of him. He was lying on the ground, half leaned up against an old stump, and not moving. "Goddess, Logan." Storm whispered aloud. She swooped down to him and called out his name. "Logan?"
His eyes were closed, he had passed out. Storm kneeled by his side and cradled his head in her arms. She felt his forehead, noticing the sweat dripping from his brow. "Oh Logan, you're burning up."
He was breathing heavily, but not responding, and Storm couldn't tell if he was awake.
"'Ro?" Logan mumbled, barely audible.
Storm looked down at him, brushing the hair away that was stuck to his forehead from the sweat. "I'm here Logan." She said softly.
"I'm sorry...." He mumbled. "I really...messed up"
Storm looked into his tired eyes and tried smiling for his sake.
He groaned and tried sitting up. "It's hot in here 'Ro, let's.... go outside huh?" Logan began mumbling.
"Logan, you're sick, it's the fever, we need to get you inside." Storm began getting up and helped Logan wobbily get to his feet. She wrapped her right arm around his waist, allowing him to lean on her, and held onto his other hand that was slung over her shoulder with her left.
"We're already inside 'Ro,....let's go out, it's too hot in here...Let's go..t'the North Pole,..it's cooler there." He grumbled, as they walked unsteadily.
Storm laughed slightly. If she didn't know how sick he was, she would've thought him drunk.
Logan began mumbling again and almost collapsed. Storm had him leaning on her almost completely and he was quite heavy. He could barely walk because of his back, and Ororo wasn't sure they'd make it back to the mansion. She knew it may take a bit of extra effort on her part, but Storm decided if she tried flying, she could carry him. This could be easier although it would tire her out. She stopped for a minute, looking at Logan. He looked ready to pass out. She made up her mind, took to the air and lifted him up from under his arms.
When Ororo reached the front steps of the institute, she gently brought Logan down and placed him in the vacant wheelchair that still sat there. He continued mumbling incoherent things, but Storm was glad he was still awake. She would have a hell of a time getting him into bed if he completely blacked out. She felt his burning forehead one last time before quickly wheeling him to the elevator.
Storm moved infront of him when they got back to infirmary and tried to get him to cooperate. "Logan,...Logan." She placed a hand under his chin and lifted his face until he was looking in her eyes. "Logan, look at me."
His eyes were fluttering and he tried to look alert but was failing miserably. He stared at her, noticing the worry in her eyes although he wasn't thinking straight. "Hmm?"
"Logan try and stay awake for a little while for me, okay? Logan?" She gently shook his shoulders, kneeling infront of the chair.
He sighed and mumbled something. "Hm? I'm awake, I'll..stay awake." Logan mumbled, his speech slightly slurred.
Storm hefted him to his feet before he collapsed, face first, onto the bed. She rolled him over and lifted his legs onto the bed.
Logan groaned, a half-growl escaping his lips.
Storm frowned. She realized he must've been in immense pain at the moment. He had complained earlier of his back bothering him, but wasn't quite sure how bad it was. She looked at him sadly, seeing him wince. "I'll be right back, I'm going to get some cool towels for your head alright?"
Logan tried smiling and squinted at her, still trying so hard to keep his eyes open. The bright lights of the infirmary were blinding and they gave him a headache. "Turn out the lights okay?" He mumbled.
Storm smiled, coming back with a wet face cloth. She shut off the lights except for a small lamp on the nightstand next to the bed. "You can sleep now Logan, just rest." She said, taking the cloth and wiping it over his sweaty forehead.
Logan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, finally being able to sleep.
Storm suddenly realized she hadn't taken his temperature. Not wanting to wake him up, she found the digital ear thermometer, used mostly for children, in a drawer. She brought it to his ear and waited for the beep, then looked at the temp. reading. "104!" She gasped. "Maybe I should tell Hank." She stayed by the bed, now sitting in the wheelchair, and decided not to tell Beast. "Hank will just be angry if I tell him now. There's nothing he can really do anyway, I'll tell him in the morning."
The rest of the night, Ororo remained by her love. She heard him groaning restlessly in his sleep, and every now and then, she got up and checked his temperature, continuing the ritual with the washcloth.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
When morning finally came, Storm woke to the sound of heaving breaths and snoring. She was leaning against the bed with her head in her arms, that was how she slept all night. Storm got up and checked Logan's temperature again. It was still pretty high, but atleast it had gone down.
A few minutes after Storm had woken up, Hank entered the room. He looked at Logan and quirked an eyebrow. "What happened? He looks like he's got a fever."
Storm nodded, still quite tired. "It was 104, now it's down to 101.5." She paused, looking at Hank who seemed worried. "I stayed up with him all night."
Hank went over to Logan, taking the thermometer from the night stand and checked it. Storm was right, 101.5 exactly. He looked at Storm. "Hmm..how did he get like this?"
Storm sighed and put her hand on Logan's still arm. "I woke up last night and when I went to check on him he was gone. I looked all over the mansion, but when I went downstairs I saw that the alarm was off. I went outside looking for him and found him passed out near the cliff at the edge of the property. By then he was already burning up."
"My stars and garters." Was all Hank said. "How on earth did he make it all the way out there?"
"He must've used the crutches, they were lying to next to him when I found him and the wheelchair was left on the front steps." She paused, looking back at Logan. "I brought him back here as fast as I could. He kept mumbling about being too hot and that his back was bothering him. I think he went out to get some fresh air or something."
Hank sighed and shook his head. "He's probably got an infection. I'll have to give him some antibiotics."
Storm nodded sadly and Logan began waking up. He blearily scanned the room with his eyes. "Water.." He mumbled out.
Ororo rushed to grab him a glass of water as Hank prepared the syringe with antibiotics.
Logan gulped down the water, some of it dribbling down his chin.
Just then, the three in the infirmary heard chatter and footsteps just outside the door.
"Evan! You spiked my cd player!!"
"It wasn't my fault I swear!"
"Get back here!!" *SNIKT!*
Storm turned towards the door as she saw her nephew race by. Zero was chasing after him, and skidded to a halt as she passed the infirmary. Backing up and retracting her claws, she walked in to see Storm, Beast and her Dad all looking at her.
"Hey, you guys havin' a party I didn't know about?" She smiled, walking over to the three adults.
Beast shook his head. "No party here, just checking up on your Dad, that's all." He smiled warmly.
Zero's eyes widened and she noted the worried expression on Storm's face. "Riiiiight." She paused and looked at Logan. "Dad are you okay?"
Logan looked at her wearily, sweat still visible on his brow. "I'm fine darlin'." He coughed.
Zero crossed her arms. "Sure y'are." She smiled, looking at the adults who obviously didn't want her to worry or something. Zero kissed Logan on the forehead, smiled and waved goodbye to the rest of the adults. "Alright, I'm off then."
Storm looked at her curiously. "Zero where are you going?"
"I kinda made the big mistake of promising Kitty that I'd take her to the mall today." She smiled sheepishly.
Beast, Storm and even Logan all chuckled. "Good luck." Beast said, mock saluting her.
Zero sighed and left the room.
She met Kitty out by the garage and they mounted her Dad's Harley that she had begged Scott to go back and get for her. She smiled at Kitty and handed her a helmet. "Here put this on."
Kitty frowned. "But I'll like, mess up my hair!"
Zero growled and Kitty did as told. She kick started the bike and they took off toward the gates.
Author's Note: Please Review, this kinda took a bit longer than usual but be happy! It's here. Okies well...oh yeah! If you like Nightcrawler, check out my new fic, Double Demons. It's about Kurt n' his brother. Sorta AU. I would be greatly appreciated, and review too! :-D *BAMF*