A/N: Thanks guys for the reviews! I'm glad to know people are likin' this fic. Alot of people aren't into AU's. So I'm happy. ::grins like an idiot:: There's more outburts from Logan this chapter. ::laughs evilly:: He's so adorable when he's mad! LoL.
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The Nightengale: Chapter 3
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The next day was wracked with chaos. It was breakfast time in the cafeteria and all kinds of shouting and clattering of things being thrown everywhere was heard from down the hall.
Jean raced into the cafeteria where the noise was coming from. She saw Logan sitting in his wheelchair at the corner table, shouting and tossing the trays that were being placed infront of him.
Rogue was standing by the door when Jean came in. "Rogue, what's going on?!"
"I dunno, the nurses just started gatherin' all around Logan tryin' tah calm him down. He jus' started throwin' things everywhere are yellin'. I got him tah calm down for a little while, then he jus' went nuts when the other nurses came back."
Jean heard Logan shouting and looked towards the table where he sat scowling at the other nurses.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! WHERE'S JEAN?!"
Rogue looked back at Jean as she ran towards the table. Logan was swinging his arms around and throwing trays, but he stopped suddenly when Jean grabbed his face in her hands and looked into his good eye. "Logan, calm down. I'm right here."
He sighed, dropping his hands to his sides. He glared at the other nurses and Jean told them to go. "Where'd you go?" Logan mumbled.
Jean sighed. "I told you yesterday that I wouldn't be around for the morning." She grabbed a chair and sat down next to Logan.
Logan frowned, shaking his head and crossing his arms like he usually did when he was agitated.
Jean put a hand to her forehead and leaned against the table on her elbow. She looked back into Logan's steel blue eyes. "You weren't looking when I said that were you?" Jean could tell what the answer was when he didn't say anything. "It's my fault, I should've made sure you could see me." She looked at Logan's tired expression. "What happened anyway?"
Logan's lip curled and he let out a frustrated growl. "My ears were botherin' me again and then one o' the nurses came over and tried ta tranquilize me."
Jean watched Logan curiously. "Which nurse was it?"
"How the hell should I know?" Logan growled in responce. "The one with the bun in 'er hair."
Jean frowned. "Nurse Ratched." She shook her head. "Did she say anything to you?"
Logan shrugged, seeming to regain his calm finally. "They were all yellin' somethin'. I couldn't understand what the hell they were squawkin' about. Their lips were movin' too fast."
Jean let out a long sigh and started picking up the trays on the floor. She placed the trays infront of Logan and made him face her. "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything."
Logan shook his head.
Jean walked behind him, pulling the wheelchair out from the table and left the cafeteria without saying another word.
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They stopped outside, beside the benches where Jean had found Logan sitting by himself the other day. She sat down on the bench beside him and he just stared out across the empty hospital grounds.
"I've got some good news."
Logan noticed Jean's lips moving from the corner of his eye. Luckily she was on his right side, otherwise he wouldn't have noticed it because of the patch on his left eye. He turned to look at her. "What?" He asked gruffly. "Did you say something?"
Jean pulled her eyes shut quickly in frustration. "Sorry, I keep doing that don't I?"
Logan shrugged. "S'okay, atleast you *try* to talk ta me."
Jean smiled half-heartedly. It was the truth actually, few people bothered with Logan. Mainly it was because he scared them away, but they'd either forget to look at him when they spoke, or not even know he was deaf. He would get frustrated and so would the nurses, so neither would bother to communicate. Jean was brought out of her reverie when she heard Logan's voice, loud and gruff.
"So, what did you say?" He watched her lips carefully as she spoke, not wanting to miss a syllable.
Jean smiled. "Oh, I said that I've got some good news."
Logan nodded for her to continue.
"When I met with Dr. Xavier he said that he'd scheduled for you to go have that shrapnel removed from your leg."
Logan grunted. "If ya can call that good news."
Jean made sure Logan was looking her way, which he was now, more so than usual. "Why do you say that?"
He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I uh...I don't like doctors much." Logan grumbled. "And the idea of havin' 'em take a scalpel ta my skin ain't very encouraging."
Jean gently put a hand on his shoulder, turning towards him more on the bench. "Don't worry, it's just your leg, and you'll be under anesthesia anyway so you won't feel a thing." She smiled comfortingly.
Logan looked at Jean's hand on his shoulder. If it was anyone else, he probably would've shrugged the hand away. "When?"
"This afternoon. Then right after you can rest while the drugs wear off. And then tomorrow afternoon you'll have therapy." Jean removed her hand, placing it in her own lap.
Logan nodded, then looked back towards the hospital grounds, just sitting and staring. He figured Jean thought him a coward, but he really, really didn't like doctors. Just thinking about someone cutting him up while he had no idea what was going on, it was really unsettling. Logan knew it was just his leg, but still, he didn't like it. For Jean though, he would go through with the procedure, otherwise he could be cripled for life and then there was always the chance of lead poisoning.
Jean and Logan both sat for a while that morning, each reflecting on their own thoughts. They stared out onto the vast green, feeling the warm sun on their skin, in silence.
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It was time for Logan's surgery, and Jean was getting him ready as she brought him into the little operating room. She told him to strip down to his boxers and after arguing about the doctor's orders, he started undressing, declining immediately when Jean asked if he needed any help.
Once he was ready, Jean helped him onto the operating table and got him to lay down. She called for the doctor, then some other nurses came in with the medical equipment. They started sterylizing the area where the shrapnel had entered Logan's leg.
Logan winced at the cold liquid that they started wiping over his leg. He arched his neck up from his laying down position so that he could see Jean.
"Doctor Xavier's coming in now, I'll be right outside okay?" She told him softly as she started to leave.
"Wait." Logan called out gruffly, trying to get to a sitting position as the nurses pushed him back down on the medical table.
Jean turned swiftly, feeling sympathy for him once she looked into his eyes. She saw fear, nervousness, something Jean usually didn't see when she looked at Logan. Her expression softened. "How about I stay just until you go under the anesthesia? If that's okay with the doctor."
Doctor Xavier had just entered the medical room. He was a thin, bald man of average height, wearing military greens under his white doctor's coat. "Oh I think that will be alright nurse Grey." He smiled kindly at Jean, the wrinkle lines visible at the corner of his eyes.
Jean returned the gesture and then looked back at Logan. "I'm going to stay for awhile. They're starting now Logan, lay back down." She gently pushed down on his chest, making him lay back against the cold table.
Logan flinched as a nurse began putting the gas mask on his face. He closed his good eye and then felt as Jean's soft hand held his own comfortingly as the gas began making him sleep.
Jean held onto his hand, a little surprised that he didn't pull away. She watched as Logan's eyes began rolling back into his head and he was out for the count.
Doctor Xavier was very kind during the whole procedure. He allowed Jean to stay and talked her through everything he was doing as he removed the pieces of shrapnel.
It was very comforting for Jean to be able to completely understand what was going on. She didn't know why she cared the way she did, not as a nurse, but as a friend, or something more. Jean only wished she could understand Logan's feelings towards doctors and his fears of going under the knife.
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Jean sat outside Logan's room reading a magazine as he rested. She looked up from her reading as she caught Rogue walking down the hall. "Hello Rogue." She smiled.
"Oh, hi Jean." Rogue made her way towards Jean and took a seat on the extra chair next to her. "How's Mr. Personality doing?"
Jean gave Rogue a warning glare.
She rolled her eyes. "Ahlright, I'm sorry. But seriously, how did the surgery go?"
Jean closed her magazine and set it on her lap. "It was just very minor surgery. Doctor Xavier was able to remove the pieces of metal without fishing around too much, although there was some tissue damage from the injury."
Rogue nodded in understandment. "I'm assuming Logan's asleep since I don't hear any shoutin'." She half-smiled.
Jean shook her head. "He's not always shouting you know. Logan's actually somewhat...pleasant." Jean could barely believe the words had come out of her mouth.
Rogue quirked an eyebrow and stared at Jean. "I'm sorry Jeannie, but unless he's hidin' two personalities, I doubt he's..'pleasant'."
"You just have to get to know him better. You know, actually *talk* to him." Jean crossed her arms.
Rogue laughed. "Ahlright, I give. Maybe I'll try it sometime." She got up out of her chair and started down the hall. "But I still think you like him!" Rogue called out as she rounded the corner, a devilish smile across her face.
Jean sat there, not really moving for a second. Did she like Logan? Well, love him like him? He *was* attractive, despite the scars and occasional scowl. Still, Jean wasn't sure. She could be falling for him...perhaps.
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The Nightengale: Chapter 3
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The next day was wracked with chaos. It was breakfast time in the cafeteria and all kinds of shouting and clattering of things being thrown everywhere was heard from down the hall.
Jean raced into the cafeteria where the noise was coming from. She saw Logan sitting in his wheelchair at the corner table, shouting and tossing the trays that were being placed infront of him.
Rogue was standing by the door when Jean came in. "Rogue, what's going on?!"
"I dunno, the nurses just started gatherin' all around Logan tryin' tah calm him down. He jus' started throwin' things everywhere are yellin'. I got him tah calm down for a little while, then he jus' went nuts when the other nurses came back."
Jean heard Logan shouting and looked towards the table where he sat scowling at the other nurses.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! WHERE'S JEAN?!"
Rogue looked back at Jean as she ran towards the table. Logan was swinging his arms around and throwing trays, but he stopped suddenly when Jean grabbed his face in her hands and looked into his good eye. "Logan, calm down. I'm right here."
He sighed, dropping his hands to his sides. He glared at the other nurses and Jean told them to go. "Where'd you go?" Logan mumbled.
Jean sighed. "I told you yesterday that I wouldn't be around for the morning." She grabbed a chair and sat down next to Logan.
Logan frowned, shaking his head and crossing his arms like he usually did when he was agitated.
Jean put a hand to her forehead and leaned against the table on her elbow. She looked back into Logan's steel blue eyes. "You weren't looking when I said that were you?" Jean could tell what the answer was when he didn't say anything. "It's my fault, I should've made sure you could see me." She looked at Logan's tired expression. "What happened anyway?"
Logan's lip curled and he let out a frustrated growl. "My ears were botherin' me again and then one o' the nurses came over and tried ta tranquilize me."
Jean watched Logan curiously. "Which nurse was it?"
"How the hell should I know?" Logan growled in responce. "The one with the bun in 'er hair."
Jean frowned. "Nurse Ratched." She shook her head. "Did she say anything to you?"
Logan shrugged, seeming to regain his calm finally. "They were all yellin' somethin'. I couldn't understand what the hell they were squawkin' about. Their lips were movin' too fast."
Jean let out a long sigh and started picking up the trays on the floor. She placed the trays infront of Logan and made him face her. "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything."
Logan shook his head.
Jean walked behind him, pulling the wheelchair out from the table and left the cafeteria without saying another word.
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They stopped outside, beside the benches where Jean had found Logan sitting by himself the other day. She sat down on the bench beside him and he just stared out across the empty hospital grounds.
"I've got some good news."
Logan noticed Jean's lips moving from the corner of his eye. Luckily she was on his right side, otherwise he wouldn't have noticed it because of the patch on his left eye. He turned to look at her. "What?" He asked gruffly. "Did you say something?"
Jean pulled her eyes shut quickly in frustration. "Sorry, I keep doing that don't I?"
Logan shrugged. "S'okay, atleast you *try* to talk ta me."
Jean smiled half-heartedly. It was the truth actually, few people bothered with Logan. Mainly it was because he scared them away, but they'd either forget to look at him when they spoke, or not even know he was deaf. He would get frustrated and so would the nurses, so neither would bother to communicate. Jean was brought out of her reverie when she heard Logan's voice, loud and gruff.
"So, what did you say?" He watched her lips carefully as she spoke, not wanting to miss a syllable.
Jean smiled. "Oh, I said that I've got some good news."
Logan nodded for her to continue.
"When I met with Dr. Xavier he said that he'd scheduled for you to go have that shrapnel removed from your leg."
Logan grunted. "If ya can call that good news."
Jean made sure Logan was looking her way, which he was now, more so than usual. "Why do you say that?"
He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I uh...I don't like doctors much." Logan grumbled. "And the idea of havin' 'em take a scalpel ta my skin ain't very encouraging."
Jean gently put a hand on his shoulder, turning towards him more on the bench. "Don't worry, it's just your leg, and you'll be under anesthesia anyway so you won't feel a thing." She smiled comfortingly.
Logan looked at Jean's hand on his shoulder. If it was anyone else, he probably would've shrugged the hand away. "When?"
"This afternoon. Then right after you can rest while the drugs wear off. And then tomorrow afternoon you'll have therapy." Jean removed her hand, placing it in her own lap.
Logan nodded, then looked back towards the hospital grounds, just sitting and staring. He figured Jean thought him a coward, but he really, really didn't like doctors. Just thinking about someone cutting him up while he had no idea what was going on, it was really unsettling. Logan knew it was just his leg, but still, he didn't like it. For Jean though, he would go through with the procedure, otherwise he could be cripled for life and then there was always the chance of lead poisoning.
Jean and Logan both sat for a while that morning, each reflecting on their own thoughts. They stared out onto the vast green, feeling the warm sun on their skin, in silence.
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It was time for Logan's surgery, and Jean was getting him ready as she brought him into the little operating room. She told him to strip down to his boxers and after arguing about the doctor's orders, he started undressing, declining immediately when Jean asked if he needed any help.
Once he was ready, Jean helped him onto the operating table and got him to lay down. She called for the doctor, then some other nurses came in with the medical equipment. They started sterylizing the area where the shrapnel had entered Logan's leg.
Logan winced at the cold liquid that they started wiping over his leg. He arched his neck up from his laying down position so that he could see Jean.
"Doctor Xavier's coming in now, I'll be right outside okay?" She told him softly as she started to leave.
"Wait." Logan called out gruffly, trying to get to a sitting position as the nurses pushed him back down on the medical table.
Jean turned swiftly, feeling sympathy for him once she looked into his eyes. She saw fear, nervousness, something Jean usually didn't see when she looked at Logan. Her expression softened. "How about I stay just until you go under the anesthesia? If that's okay with the doctor."
Doctor Xavier had just entered the medical room. He was a thin, bald man of average height, wearing military greens under his white doctor's coat. "Oh I think that will be alright nurse Grey." He smiled kindly at Jean, the wrinkle lines visible at the corner of his eyes.
Jean returned the gesture and then looked back at Logan. "I'm going to stay for awhile. They're starting now Logan, lay back down." She gently pushed down on his chest, making him lay back against the cold table.
Logan flinched as a nurse began putting the gas mask on his face. He closed his good eye and then felt as Jean's soft hand held his own comfortingly as the gas began making him sleep.
Jean held onto his hand, a little surprised that he didn't pull away. She watched as Logan's eyes began rolling back into his head and he was out for the count.
Doctor Xavier was very kind during the whole procedure. He allowed Jean to stay and talked her through everything he was doing as he removed the pieces of shrapnel.
It was very comforting for Jean to be able to completely understand what was going on. She didn't know why she cared the way she did, not as a nurse, but as a friend, or something more. Jean only wished she could understand Logan's feelings towards doctors and his fears of going under the knife.
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Jean sat outside Logan's room reading a magazine as he rested. She looked up from her reading as she caught Rogue walking down the hall. "Hello Rogue." She smiled.
"Oh, hi Jean." Rogue made her way towards Jean and took a seat on the extra chair next to her. "How's Mr. Personality doing?"
Jean gave Rogue a warning glare.
She rolled her eyes. "Ahlright, I'm sorry. But seriously, how did the surgery go?"
Jean closed her magazine and set it on her lap. "It was just very minor surgery. Doctor Xavier was able to remove the pieces of metal without fishing around too much, although there was some tissue damage from the injury."
Rogue nodded in understandment. "I'm assuming Logan's asleep since I don't hear any shoutin'." She half-smiled.
Jean shook her head. "He's not always shouting you know. Logan's actually somewhat...pleasant." Jean could barely believe the words had come out of her mouth.
Rogue quirked an eyebrow and stared at Jean. "I'm sorry Jeannie, but unless he's hidin' two personalities, I doubt he's..'pleasant'."
"You just have to get to know him better. You know, actually *talk* to him." Jean crossed her arms.
Rogue laughed. "Ahlright, I give. Maybe I'll try it sometime." She got up out of her chair and started down the hall. "But I still think you like him!" Rogue called out as she rounded the corner, a devilish smile across her face.
Jean sat there, not really moving for a second. Did she like Logan? Well, love him like him? He *was* attractive, despite the scars and occasional scowl. Still, Jean wasn't sure. She could be falling for him...perhaps.