A/N: Thank you so much my chapter 5 reviewers!
Your Worshipfulness; sorry there's no 'Crawler, but I'm glad you like the story anyway. ::grins::
Saoirse the Irish Colleen; don't worry, there'll be more Cyke/'Ro interaction later on. ::wink::
Bess; Thanks. ::blushes:: I'm still writin'! Here we go, chapter 6!
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X-Men: Black and White
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Morning came much too early, seeing as Jean had only gone back to sleep a few short hours ago. She had taken rest on another bed in the infirmary, beside Logan's. Not wanting to get up right away, Jean rolled to her side so that she was facing him. She watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, though Logan's breathing seemed slightly labored. She wished she could do more to ease his pain, get him back to his normal self, but there wasn't much she could do. Jean layed her head back against her pillow, keeping watch over him.
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Despite the early hours, the mansion was already buzzing with life. Rogue, Scott, and Ororo were already up and about, busy making breakfast in the kitchen.
Ororo smiled over at Scott as he flipped a few pancakes. She wondered if he'd thought as much about their time together the other night as she did.
Rogue sat on a stool at the counter, idly sipping at her black coffee. She looked around the room, thoughts drifting, not really focusing on one thing. She smiled at Remy as he sauntered into the room in his usual fashion, taking a seat beside her.
Remy picked up Rogue's gloved hand and kissed it. "'Mornin' chere."
Rogue tried to hide the fact that she was blushing. She smiled at him, pulling her hand away and picking up her coffee again. "Watch it Swamp-Rat." She teased.
Remy leaned against the table, with his head in his hands on a propped up elbow. "You make me coffee chere?"
Rogue rolled her eyes at the Cajun charmer. She pointed to the coffee maker. "Help yo'self." She smirked.
Remy sighed dreamily and got up from his seat to grab a cup of coffee. He smirked over at Scott as he piled some pancakes onto a plate. "She like to play hard to get, eh mon ami?"
Scott laughed. "Hey, she's your girl Gambit."
Gambit poured some coffee into his mug and smiled widely. "My girl huh? Oh, I like da sound o' that."
Scott rolled his eyes, passing a plate to Ororo.
Storm took the plate, and some tea for herself, and went to sit at the table. When she sat down she looked around the kitchen for a moment. "Has anyone seen Jean this morning?"
Everyone seemed to stop, shaking their heads. No one had seen her since the other night.
"She's down in the med lab." Hank answered as he strode into the room. "She's with Logan."
"Logan? Oh, right, that's her friend's name." Rogue thought out loud, taking a long gulp of her coffee.
Scott felt himself feeling a little jealous. Jean was with the guy almost 24/7 ever since he'd arrived. He shook his head, telling himself not to think like that. The man was injured, he's a friend of Jean's, and she's just looking out for him. But was it only that? Scott couldn't help wondering if they'd been a little more than 'friends', but that's what Jean had told everyone.
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When Logan woke up, he found himself looking into Jean's bright green eyes. He half-smiled and tried easing himself into a sitting position.
Jean's eyebrow's furrowed as she watched Logan grimace, trying to sit up. She got off the bed and went to his side. "Hey, take it easy okay?" She smiled sympathetically.
Logan grunted, rolling his eyes. He hated feeling helpless, it wasn't like him to depend on other people. "It's better...if I get ta my feet...'soon as possible." He said gruffly, absently rubbing at his sides.
Jean frowned, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Why Logan? Are you still running from those people?"
He sighed, his shoulders slumping. Logan looked up at Jean, his eyes were saddened, and lost. "I'm always...runnin' Jean. I dunno...if they're...after me right...now. But, I don't...wanna...stay anywhere...long enough...ta find out."
Jean closed her eyes, leaned forward and hugged him, holding him close.
Logan was a bit startled by her sudden actions. He didn't know how to react.
Jean cried, her tears running down her cheeks to Logan's bare shoulder. She sniffled, finally pulling back and taking a seat beside him on the bed. "I'm scared for you Logan." She tried wiping away the tears. "No one should have to live like this. Please, I'm begging you..." her eyes held only concern and love for him. "stay here. You're not recovered yet, you can be safe here." Jean pleaded with him, hoping he'd stay. She really needed someone, she'd been feeling so...alone lately.
Logan took in a deep breath. He knew she cared for him, and he cared for her so much too. He didn't want her hurt, he didn't want her involved. People that got close to him ended up hurt...or worse. Logan bit his lower lip. "I'll stay...fer a little while..."
Jean nodded sadly. It was all she could really ask for, just a little while atleast. Maybe by then she could convince him to stay long term. Jean only hoped. She didn't want to loose him again.
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Your Worshipfulness; sorry there's no 'Crawler, but I'm glad you like the story anyway. ::grins::
Saoirse the Irish Colleen; don't worry, there'll be more Cyke/'Ro interaction later on. ::wink::
Bess; Thanks. ::blushes:: I'm still writin'! Here we go, chapter 6!
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X-Men: Black and White
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Morning came much too early, seeing as Jean had only gone back to sleep a few short hours ago. She had taken rest on another bed in the infirmary, beside Logan's. Not wanting to get up right away, Jean rolled to her side so that she was facing him. She watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, though Logan's breathing seemed slightly labored. She wished she could do more to ease his pain, get him back to his normal self, but there wasn't much she could do. Jean layed her head back against her pillow, keeping watch over him.
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Despite the early hours, the mansion was already buzzing with life. Rogue, Scott, and Ororo were already up and about, busy making breakfast in the kitchen.
Ororo smiled over at Scott as he flipped a few pancakes. She wondered if he'd thought as much about their time together the other night as she did.
Rogue sat on a stool at the counter, idly sipping at her black coffee. She looked around the room, thoughts drifting, not really focusing on one thing. She smiled at Remy as he sauntered into the room in his usual fashion, taking a seat beside her.
Remy picked up Rogue's gloved hand and kissed it. "'Mornin' chere."
Rogue tried to hide the fact that she was blushing. She smiled at him, pulling her hand away and picking up her coffee again. "Watch it Swamp-Rat." She teased.
Remy leaned against the table, with his head in his hands on a propped up elbow. "You make me coffee chere?"
Rogue rolled her eyes at the Cajun charmer. She pointed to the coffee maker. "Help yo'self." She smirked.
Remy sighed dreamily and got up from his seat to grab a cup of coffee. He smirked over at Scott as he piled some pancakes onto a plate. "She like to play hard to get, eh mon ami?"
Scott laughed. "Hey, she's your girl Gambit."
Gambit poured some coffee into his mug and smiled widely. "My girl huh? Oh, I like da sound o' that."
Scott rolled his eyes, passing a plate to Ororo.
Storm took the plate, and some tea for herself, and went to sit at the table. When she sat down she looked around the kitchen for a moment. "Has anyone seen Jean this morning?"
Everyone seemed to stop, shaking their heads. No one had seen her since the other night.
"She's down in the med lab." Hank answered as he strode into the room. "She's with Logan."
"Logan? Oh, right, that's her friend's name." Rogue thought out loud, taking a long gulp of her coffee.
Scott felt himself feeling a little jealous. Jean was with the guy almost 24/7 ever since he'd arrived. He shook his head, telling himself not to think like that. The man was injured, he's a friend of Jean's, and she's just looking out for him. But was it only that? Scott couldn't help wondering if they'd been a little more than 'friends', but that's what Jean had told everyone.
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When Logan woke up, he found himself looking into Jean's bright green eyes. He half-smiled and tried easing himself into a sitting position.
Jean's eyebrow's furrowed as she watched Logan grimace, trying to sit up. She got off the bed and went to his side. "Hey, take it easy okay?" She smiled sympathetically.
Logan grunted, rolling his eyes. He hated feeling helpless, it wasn't like him to depend on other people. "It's better...if I get ta my feet...'soon as possible." He said gruffly, absently rubbing at his sides.
Jean frowned, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Why Logan? Are you still running from those people?"
He sighed, his shoulders slumping. Logan looked up at Jean, his eyes were saddened, and lost. "I'm always...runnin' Jean. I dunno...if they're...after me right...now. But, I don't...wanna...stay anywhere...long enough...ta find out."
Jean closed her eyes, leaned forward and hugged him, holding him close.
Logan was a bit startled by her sudden actions. He didn't know how to react.
Jean cried, her tears running down her cheeks to Logan's bare shoulder. She sniffled, finally pulling back and taking a seat beside him on the bed. "I'm scared for you Logan." She tried wiping away the tears. "No one should have to live like this. Please, I'm begging you..." her eyes held only concern and love for him. "stay here. You're not recovered yet, you can be safe here." Jean pleaded with him, hoping he'd stay. She really needed someone, she'd been feeling so...alone lately.
Logan took in a deep breath. He knew she cared for him, and he cared for her so much too. He didn't want her hurt, he didn't want her involved. People that got close to him ended up hurt...or worse. Logan bit his lower lip. "I'll stay...fer a little while..."
Jean nodded sadly. It was all she could really ask for, just a little while atleast. Maybe by then she could convince him to stay long term. Jean only hoped. She didn't want to loose him again.
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