A/N: Thanks again to my reviewers...Niala and Sam. I hope I get more reviews this chapter, I'm thinking about not continuing if I don't get enough. Not many people seem to be interested in this story. ::pouts:: PLEASE REVIEW!! ::begs::
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X-Men: Black and White
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It had been two long nights since the man now known as Logan had arrived at the mansion with the X-Men. Jean had remained at his bedside, the others already having been told somewhat about her connection with this stranger.
Jean sighed, taking her place in the stool beside the bed in the infirmary. Some of Logan's wounds had started to seal up, things were looking better, but he still wasn't recovering quite fast enough. She was just about to leave for a moment to grab a glass of water when she saw his eyelids twitch and begin to open. Jean gently grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Logan?"
His eyes both opened, blinking a few times to adjust to the bright florescent lighting in the infirmary. He looked at Jean hazily and seemed about to say something, but the respirator tube was still in his mouth.
"Oh." Jean reached for the tube, unhitching it from the machine. Logan coughed as she pulled the tube from his throat. She smiled at him softly and sat back down, still holding onto his hand. "It's good to have you back. I thought I'd lost you for a while there."
Logan started to speak, but his throat was raw and his voice cracked from not being used. He settled for a whisper, since it was much easier to do, and less painful. "My...healing factor...always...takes care o' me.You should...know that...better'n...anyone."
Jean smiled sympathetically, shushing him. "You shouldn't talk, you need to rest." She reached out her other hand, brushing some of his hair away that fell into his face. "It was close Logan, real close." Jean said quietly. She bit her lower lip. He still looked awful, despite some of the wounds closing up. He was pale as a ghost with all the blood loss, and the strong man she once knew looked so sickly.
Logan struggled to keep his eyes open, but he was too tired from the strain of his body trying to heal the terrible wounds he'd sustained.
Jean stood up again, reluctantly letting go of his hand. She could tell how tired and weak he was. "It's alright, you just rest. I need to go talk to Hank."
Before Logan could ask who 'Hank' was, he had already passed out again.
Jean paused at the infirmary door, taking in a deep breath and closing her eyes just when tears started to form. 'He's gonna be fine. He always turns out to be fine...right?' She thought to herself, trying to regain her composure before she went to get Dr.McCoy.
Rogue stopped at the entrance to the infirmary as she was walking by. She saw Jean and looked at her, eyebrows furrowed. "Jean? Are yah okay sugah? Is he-?" By the way Jean looked, it seemed as though the man on the medical table had died or something.
Jean shook her head with a sigh, and looked up at Rogue with a half-hearted smile. "No, no Rogue." She stepped away from the door. "Actually he was awake, I was just going to tell Hank."
Rogue peered into the room. "Was?"
Jean nodded. "Yeah, he was really out of it...I told him it was okay to rest." She said sadly.
"Ahlright, as long as ya'll are okay." Rogue gave a tight smile and walked past Jean.
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"Hank?" Jean called out tentatively as she entered the lab where the Beast normally performed his medical studies and experiments.
Beast walked out of the storage closet wearing a large white lab coat. "Oh, Jean, hello." He smiled, flashing a pair of pearly white fangs.
"He woke up Hank." She stated, matter-of-factly.
The furry blue Doctor's eyes widened in surprise. "Your friend? That's wonderful Jean. I was just about to go in and check his vitals."
Jean looked sad, her smile fading. She still looked worried. "He's not awake right now though. It was just too much strain, ya know? I'm sure you're aware of his healing factor and everything..."
The Beast nodded, tipping his eye glasses. "Yes, well, that's too bad...We'll still need to keep a close eye on him, make sure he doesn't go back into a coma." He easily caught Jean's worried expression, and the mention of a 'coma' hadn't helped any. "Why don't you get some rest huh? I'll keep an eye on him."
Jean sighed as Hank ushered her into the hall towards her room.
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Scott and Ororo had been out on the balcony just outside Scott's room. They sat there together in lawn chairs, just staring up at the sky.
"It's a lovely night, is it not Scott?" Ororo asked, smiling over at the man who may never know how much she cared for him.
He sighed. "Yeah, it really is. Warm too." Scott's thoughts weren't totally on the sky tonight though...he was thinking of Jean, and this...man she knew. He couldn't help but feel jealous, but why should he? Especially when the Weather Goddess herself was giving him her full attention. Scott felt for Storm, he really did...but Jean was a good friend whom he didn't want to see hurt. He cared greatly for both women, and wasn't sure if he'd be able to choose.
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"I win!" Jubilee cried triumphantly, tossing her cards on the table. She flashed a grin at Gambit.
"You beat me fair an' square petite." He smiled back at her, gathering up the playing cards. Gambit sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Dat's it, I'm goin' ta bed."
Jubilee stared at him incredulously. "Can't take bein' beat by a lil' girl Cajun?" She smirked.
Gambit just rolled his eyes and smiled smugly. "Guess not."
Jubilee leapt to her feet, stalking after Remy as he started to leave. "Hey, you're not goin' out tonight?"
He shook his head, glancing at the girl clinging closely to his side. "Nope, too tired."
Jubilee stopped, rolling her eyes as Remy headed into his room. "Whatever..." She grumbled. The young girl walked casually toward her own room, thoughts drifting from sneaking out, to the new stranger in the mansion.
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X-Men: Black and White
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It had been two long nights since the man now known as Logan had arrived at the mansion with the X-Men. Jean had remained at his bedside, the others already having been told somewhat about her connection with this stranger.
Jean sighed, taking her place in the stool beside the bed in the infirmary. Some of Logan's wounds had started to seal up, things were looking better, but he still wasn't recovering quite fast enough. She was just about to leave for a moment to grab a glass of water when she saw his eyelids twitch and begin to open. Jean gently grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Logan?"
His eyes both opened, blinking a few times to adjust to the bright florescent lighting in the infirmary. He looked at Jean hazily and seemed about to say something, but the respirator tube was still in his mouth.
"Oh." Jean reached for the tube, unhitching it from the machine. Logan coughed as she pulled the tube from his throat. She smiled at him softly and sat back down, still holding onto his hand. "It's good to have you back. I thought I'd lost you for a while there."
Logan started to speak, but his throat was raw and his voice cracked from not being used. He settled for a whisper, since it was much easier to do, and less painful. "My...healing factor...always...takes care o' me.You should...know that...better'n...anyone."
Jean smiled sympathetically, shushing him. "You shouldn't talk, you need to rest." She reached out her other hand, brushing some of his hair away that fell into his face. "It was close Logan, real close." Jean said quietly. She bit her lower lip. He still looked awful, despite some of the wounds closing up. He was pale as a ghost with all the blood loss, and the strong man she once knew looked so sickly.
Logan struggled to keep his eyes open, but he was too tired from the strain of his body trying to heal the terrible wounds he'd sustained.
Jean stood up again, reluctantly letting go of his hand. She could tell how tired and weak he was. "It's alright, you just rest. I need to go talk to Hank."
Before Logan could ask who 'Hank' was, he had already passed out again.
Jean paused at the infirmary door, taking in a deep breath and closing her eyes just when tears started to form. 'He's gonna be fine. He always turns out to be fine...right?' She thought to herself, trying to regain her composure before she went to get Dr.McCoy.
Rogue stopped at the entrance to the infirmary as she was walking by. She saw Jean and looked at her, eyebrows furrowed. "Jean? Are yah okay sugah? Is he-?" By the way Jean looked, it seemed as though the man on the medical table had died or something.
Jean shook her head with a sigh, and looked up at Rogue with a half-hearted smile. "No, no Rogue." She stepped away from the door. "Actually he was awake, I was just going to tell Hank."
Rogue peered into the room. "Was?"
Jean nodded. "Yeah, he was really out of it...I told him it was okay to rest." She said sadly.
"Ahlright, as long as ya'll are okay." Rogue gave a tight smile and walked past Jean.
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"Hank?" Jean called out tentatively as she entered the lab where the Beast normally performed his medical studies and experiments.
Beast walked out of the storage closet wearing a large white lab coat. "Oh, Jean, hello." He smiled, flashing a pair of pearly white fangs.
"He woke up Hank." She stated, matter-of-factly.
The furry blue Doctor's eyes widened in surprise. "Your friend? That's wonderful Jean. I was just about to go in and check his vitals."
Jean looked sad, her smile fading. She still looked worried. "He's not awake right now though. It was just too much strain, ya know? I'm sure you're aware of his healing factor and everything..."
The Beast nodded, tipping his eye glasses. "Yes, well, that's too bad...We'll still need to keep a close eye on him, make sure he doesn't go back into a coma." He easily caught Jean's worried expression, and the mention of a 'coma' hadn't helped any. "Why don't you get some rest huh? I'll keep an eye on him."
Jean sighed as Hank ushered her into the hall towards her room.
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Scott and Ororo had been out on the balcony just outside Scott's room. They sat there together in lawn chairs, just staring up at the sky.
"It's a lovely night, is it not Scott?" Ororo asked, smiling over at the man who may never know how much she cared for him.
He sighed. "Yeah, it really is. Warm too." Scott's thoughts weren't totally on the sky tonight though...he was thinking of Jean, and this...man she knew. He couldn't help but feel jealous, but why should he? Especially when the Weather Goddess herself was giving him her full attention. Scott felt for Storm, he really did...but Jean was a good friend whom he didn't want to see hurt. He cared greatly for both women, and wasn't sure if he'd be able to choose.
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"I win!" Jubilee cried triumphantly, tossing her cards on the table. She flashed a grin at Gambit.
"You beat me fair an' square petite." He smiled back at her, gathering up the playing cards. Gambit sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Dat's it, I'm goin' ta bed."
Jubilee stared at him incredulously. "Can't take bein' beat by a lil' girl Cajun?" She smirked.
Gambit just rolled his eyes and smiled smugly. "Guess not."
Jubilee leapt to her feet, stalking after Remy as he started to leave. "Hey, you're not goin' out tonight?"
He shook his head, glancing at the girl clinging closely to his side. "Nope, too tired."
Jubilee stopped, rolling her eyes as Remy headed into his room. "Whatever..." She grumbled. The young girl walked casually toward her own room, thoughts drifting from sneaking out, to the new stranger in the mansion.
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