A/N: Thank you sooooo much to chika, KalEl32, Meg, and Saoirse the Irish Colleen, my chapter 4 reviewers. Fear not, keep reviewin' and I'll keep writing! Thanks again.
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X-Men: Black and White
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During the next few late hours, Logan continued to drift in and out of consciousness. Hank checked in on him every once and a while so that Jean could sleep. Eventually the Doctor grew tired and fell asleep at the desk in his lab.
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Jean rolled to her side lazily, checking the alarm clock at her bedside. She blinked a few times, getting her eyes to focus as she looked at the time. "4:30 a.m." She sighed. "I've been asleep for a while...I really should check on Logan." Jean remembered leaving his care to Hank, and although she knew the Doctor was more than capable of the task, she needed to see for herself. She tiredly sat up and got out of bed, lumbering towards the door.
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Hank woke up, shortly after having fell asleep. He looked at his watch and started to leave the lab. "Time to check on my patient." The blue furred man quickly made his way down the hall towards the infirmary.
As Beast reached the infirmary corridor, he saw Logan emerge from the room, with one arm holding to the wall for support, and the other wrapped around his wounded sides. Hank stopped abrubtly as Logan turned his head sharply and glared at the beast before him. He was at a loss for words. This man didn't know who Hank was, and it was obvious the guy was agitated and confused. Hank put his hands up, looking at Logan. The only thing he thought to say was some Doctorly advice. "You really shouldn't be up and about yet..." His voice drifted off under the wounded man's glare.
Logan grunted, half doubled over. "Who...the hell...are you?!"
Just then, Jean came into the hall at a perfect time. She gasped, looking from Hank to Logan. "What's going on? Oh...Logan, you shouldn't be out of bed."
Hank sighed, thankful that Jean was there. "I was just checking up on my patient." He half smiled.
Jean looked to Logan. She could understand his confusion and knew he didn't like the hospital-like atmosphere.
"Jeannie?" Logan looked to her for help. "Where...am I?" He breathed out slowly, the pain in his sides was almost too much to bear and he felt dizzy.
Jean rushed toward him, and tried to help him back into the infirmary. "It's okay Logan, you're safe." She looked back at Hank, waving for him to follow her inside.
Logan didn't want to go back into the room, but it's not like he had much of a choice. He was in too much pain to argue. He gingerly got back into the bed and layed down, keeping his eyes on Jean, the only person he was familiar with. "What...happened?"
Jean looked at him with a saddened expression. "You don't remember?"
Logan shook his head, regretting it a second later when he felt dizzy again. He closed his eyes, then looked back at Jean. "Not...really. I 'member...bein' attacked...an'...seein' you." He paused. "That's it."
Jean smiled sympathetically, taking his hand and squeezing it gently. "It's okay Logan." She looked to Hank who was standing timidly by the door. "This is Hank McCoy."
"I'm also know as Beast." Hank interrupted with a smile. "I'm sure you can tell why."
"He's a Doctor Logan. He's been taking care of you since we brought you here." Jean looked into Logan's eyes, for any indication that he was upset or angry. He mostly looked exhausted.
"Where's...here? And who's...we?"
"This is Charles Xavier's Institute for the Gifted, a school for mutants. We're in Westchester, New York. There's a few others living here too." She paused for a second, trying to think of something that might help. "I told you I was coming here...remember? When I met you a few years ago."
Logan nodded, with a ghost of a smile. "I remember. I could...never forget you...Jean."
Hank started to back out of the room. "Well, as long as everything's okay, I think I'll be leaving."
Jean smiled at him. "Oh, sorry Hank, yeah we're fine, thank you. Go get some sleep."
Beast waved and started down the corridor.
"So..." Logan began, when Hank left. "this is...where you've been...the past 3 years."
Jean nodded, biting her lower lip. "You haven't changed a bit Logan."
He let out a short laugh, but winced at the pain it caused.
Jean's face held sympathy and concern. "I don't want you getting out of bed so soon." Now she looked at him sternly.
Logan nodded. "Whatever...you say...Jeannie."
She leaned forward, kissing him on the forehead. Jean didn't realize until recently, just how much she'd actually missed Logan. She wanted to stay with him, just to be there. "Do you need me to stay here?"
Logan cocked his head to the side, squeezing her hand. "I don't..need ya...to." He paused for a second and grinned. "But...it'd be nice."
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X-Men: Black and White
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During the next few late hours, Logan continued to drift in and out of consciousness. Hank checked in on him every once and a while so that Jean could sleep. Eventually the Doctor grew tired and fell asleep at the desk in his lab.
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Jean rolled to her side lazily, checking the alarm clock at her bedside. She blinked a few times, getting her eyes to focus as she looked at the time. "4:30 a.m." She sighed. "I've been asleep for a while...I really should check on Logan." Jean remembered leaving his care to Hank, and although she knew the Doctor was more than capable of the task, she needed to see for herself. She tiredly sat up and got out of bed, lumbering towards the door.
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Hank woke up, shortly after having fell asleep. He looked at his watch and started to leave the lab. "Time to check on my patient." The blue furred man quickly made his way down the hall towards the infirmary.
As Beast reached the infirmary corridor, he saw Logan emerge from the room, with one arm holding to the wall for support, and the other wrapped around his wounded sides. Hank stopped abrubtly as Logan turned his head sharply and glared at the beast before him. He was at a loss for words. This man didn't know who Hank was, and it was obvious the guy was agitated and confused. Hank put his hands up, looking at Logan. The only thing he thought to say was some Doctorly advice. "You really shouldn't be up and about yet..." His voice drifted off under the wounded man's glare.
Logan grunted, half doubled over. "Who...the hell...are you?!"
Just then, Jean came into the hall at a perfect time. She gasped, looking from Hank to Logan. "What's going on? Oh...Logan, you shouldn't be out of bed."
Hank sighed, thankful that Jean was there. "I was just checking up on my patient." He half smiled.
Jean looked to Logan. She could understand his confusion and knew he didn't like the hospital-like atmosphere.
"Jeannie?" Logan looked to her for help. "Where...am I?" He breathed out slowly, the pain in his sides was almost too much to bear and he felt dizzy.
Jean rushed toward him, and tried to help him back into the infirmary. "It's okay Logan, you're safe." She looked back at Hank, waving for him to follow her inside.
Logan didn't want to go back into the room, but it's not like he had much of a choice. He was in too much pain to argue. He gingerly got back into the bed and layed down, keeping his eyes on Jean, the only person he was familiar with. "What...happened?"
Jean looked at him with a saddened expression. "You don't remember?"
Logan shook his head, regretting it a second later when he felt dizzy again. He closed his eyes, then looked back at Jean. "Not...really. I 'member...bein' attacked...an'...seein' you." He paused. "That's it."
Jean smiled sympathetically, taking his hand and squeezing it gently. "It's okay Logan." She looked to Hank who was standing timidly by the door. "This is Hank McCoy."
"I'm also know as Beast." Hank interrupted with a smile. "I'm sure you can tell why."
"He's a Doctor Logan. He's been taking care of you since we brought you here." Jean looked into Logan's eyes, for any indication that he was upset or angry. He mostly looked exhausted.
"Where's...here? And who's...we?"
"This is Charles Xavier's Institute for the Gifted, a school for mutants. We're in Westchester, New York. There's a few others living here too." She paused for a second, trying to think of something that might help. "I told you I was coming here...remember? When I met you a few years ago."
Logan nodded, with a ghost of a smile. "I remember. I could...never forget you...Jean."
Hank started to back out of the room. "Well, as long as everything's okay, I think I'll be leaving."
Jean smiled at him. "Oh, sorry Hank, yeah we're fine, thank you. Go get some sleep."
Beast waved and started down the corridor.
"So..." Logan began, when Hank left. "this is...where you've been...the past 3 years."
Jean nodded, biting her lower lip. "You haven't changed a bit Logan."
He let out a short laugh, but winced at the pain it caused.
Jean's face held sympathy and concern. "I don't want you getting out of bed so soon." Now she looked at him sternly.
Logan nodded. "Whatever...you say...Jeannie."
She leaned forward, kissing him on the forehead. Jean didn't realize until recently, just how much she'd actually missed Logan. She wanted to stay with him, just to be there. "Do you need me to stay here?"
Logan cocked his head to the side, squeezing her hand. "I don't..need ya...to." He paused for a second and grinned. "But...it'd be nice."
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