First, thanks for the reviews!! As soon as I get at least 3 more I will post more. I have to admit, I know where I WANT the story to go...right now anyway, because yesterday it was definitly going somewhere else... I also have a complete story to post soon, that I haven't titled yet. Its' main character is Logan, too, but not in a way you've seen him before. (Yes, I know hes' been a woman. No, it won't be slash. A gay Logan??shudder)
Francis lept to walk beside his aunt. "What are you doing now?" he asked, eyeing the twins. Crystal had dumped the rest of the chicken and was trying to put the bucket on her head. Shaylynne was getting upset, having rubbed a greasy little fist in her eyes.
'Finding Logan and putting him in a shallow grave', she thought. Out loud she answered him more appropriatly. "Well, would you mind watching these two in the tub while I change?"
The fuzzy boy fairly glowed with happiness at the prospect of proving himself a reliable babysitter again. "Sure thing!! We could use the bathroom in Dads' old room!!" He bounded ahead, presumably to get the tub started.
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Jean watched Jamie as he lay submerged in the clean bath water. She watched her son as his eyes suddenly opened and he smiled at her. ~MOMMY!~ It was unnerving how someone so young could blast through a psi shield built from years of effort.
~Jamie, shhhh, we don't want to bug the Progessor~
He wriggled in delight, pretending to be a fish. ~Aunty Betsy said its ok. She said I make a good fishy.~
Jean groaned and rubbed her brow. Now she would have to apologize to Psylocke. Never mind she didn't know that the ninja was even home...~Are you going to get out soon?~
~Do I have to?~ he asked speculatively, seeming to sink deeper into the water.
She sighed. It was the same story every time, as soon as Jamie got into a tub of water he never wanted to get out...until someone put soap in the water. They'd known he had gills the moment he was born. Hank had been delighted. More so when further study proved them to be working gills. It took 3 baths and 3 times of Jean getting sick to realize little Jamie was projecting how he felt when soap was added to the water. Charles had erected some shields, concerned the baby was manifesting a psi talent so early. Logan made light of Jeans concerns about his obvious 'difference', pointing out that he need never attend a school with 'normal' kids and besides, his gills would be hidden if his hair was allowed to grow a little long. Jean felt Logan was glossing over the real issue: humanity was still trying to deny the existance of a higher evolutionary rung,,,she'd stopped then, noticing her husband was looking at her with one eyebrow raised. They'd stood in silence for a moment, then he'd offered her a beer; Hank hadsaid it would help her milk come in. So she'd drank a beer with him, wondering if she really had had a valid point in the first place. Wrapped in his arms that night, she'd forgotten about there first-almost-argument until now.
An onslaught of potential arguements sprang to her mind, now. For some odd reason, Logan thought there son should be circumsized. His logic was beyond her, after all, he obviously wasn't....not this point in his life. It had actually been Storm that resolved that dispute. She had simply stated no neice OR nephew of hers was going to be subjected to such a barbaric practice. Logan had met her stony glare, mumbled something about gong to play pool and left. Future differences of opinion never really could be considered arguements. One would say or do something the other would find fault with and instead of resolving the issue, one or the other of them would end up at Harrys' or the Danger Room.
Jeans' reverie was interrupted by her being splashed. She started and looked at her son, who was now sitting up and frowning at her. ~I'm hungry, mommy! Are you mad at me?~
Realiing she had been frowning, Jean smiled as she picked up Jamie onto the towel on her lap. ~No, baby. I'm not mad at you.~ She hugged him and fluffed his auburn hair with the towel.
He wriggled off her lap and padded across the room, naked. ~Can we have-~ he stopped, cocking his head. A look of delight spread across his face. ~UNCLE SCOTTY IS HOME!~
Francis lept to walk beside his aunt. "What are you doing now?" he asked, eyeing the twins. Crystal had dumped the rest of the chicken and was trying to put the bucket on her head. Shaylynne was getting upset, having rubbed a greasy little fist in her eyes.
'Finding Logan and putting him in a shallow grave', she thought. Out loud she answered him more appropriatly. "Well, would you mind watching these two in the tub while I change?"
The fuzzy boy fairly glowed with happiness at the prospect of proving himself a reliable babysitter again. "Sure thing!! We could use the bathroom in Dads' old room!!" He bounded ahead, presumably to get the tub started.
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Jean watched Jamie as he lay submerged in the clean bath water. She watched her son as his eyes suddenly opened and he smiled at her. ~MOMMY!~ It was unnerving how someone so young could blast through a psi shield built from years of effort.
~Jamie, shhhh, we don't want to bug the Progessor~
He wriggled in delight, pretending to be a fish. ~Aunty Betsy said its ok. She said I make a good fishy.~
Jean groaned and rubbed her brow. Now she would have to apologize to Psylocke. Never mind she didn't know that the ninja was even home...~Are you going to get out soon?~
~Do I have to?~ he asked speculatively, seeming to sink deeper into the water.
She sighed. It was the same story every time, as soon as Jamie got into a tub of water he never wanted to get out...until someone put soap in the water. They'd known he had gills the moment he was born. Hank had been delighted. More so when further study proved them to be working gills. It took 3 baths and 3 times of Jean getting sick to realize little Jamie was projecting how he felt when soap was added to the water. Charles had erected some shields, concerned the baby was manifesting a psi talent so early. Logan made light of Jeans concerns about his obvious 'difference', pointing out that he need never attend a school with 'normal' kids and besides, his gills would be hidden if his hair was allowed to grow a little long. Jean felt Logan was glossing over the real issue: humanity was still trying to deny the existance of a higher evolutionary rung,,,she'd stopped then, noticing her husband was looking at her with one eyebrow raised. They'd stood in silence for a moment, then he'd offered her a beer; Hank hadsaid it would help her milk come in. So she'd drank a beer with him, wondering if she really had had a valid point in the first place. Wrapped in his arms that night, she'd forgotten about there first-almost-argument until now.
An onslaught of potential arguements sprang to her mind, now. For some odd reason, Logan thought there son should be circumsized. His logic was beyond her, after all, he obviously wasn't....not this point in his life. It had actually been Storm that resolved that dispute. She had simply stated no neice OR nephew of hers was going to be subjected to such a barbaric practice. Logan had met her stony glare, mumbled something about gong to play pool and left. Future differences of opinion never really could be considered arguements. One would say or do something the other would find fault with and instead of resolving the issue, one or the other of them would end up at Harrys' or the Danger Room.
Jeans' reverie was interrupted by her being splashed. She started and looked at her son, who was now sitting up and frowning at her. ~I'm hungry, mommy! Are you mad at me?~
Realiing she had been frowning, Jean smiled as she picked up Jamie onto the towel on her lap. ~No, baby. I'm not mad at you.~ She hugged him and fluffed his auburn hair with the towel.
He wriggled off her lap and padded across the room, naked. ~Can we have-~ he stopped, cocking his head. A look of delight spread across his face. ~UNCLE SCOTTY IS HOME!~