A/N: Well, this chapter certainly took awhile. Sorry 'bout that, blame the writer's block. Hope someone's still readin' this....Here's chapter 15.
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X-Men: Black and White
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Logan stared lazily at the IV bag that hung from above the headboard to his bed. He watched the sedative drip into the long thin tube, then flow into his arm.
Professor Xavier had caught Logan and Jean coming up the stairs, already having known what had happened. He thought it would be a good idea if Logan was sedated at night from now on, in order to prevent any further midnight excursions. Jean wasn't sure if that was the best thing to do. Of course she didn't want anyone getting hurt, but leaving him sedated was like not allowing him to act on his own. How could he get back to his old mind set if he was knocked out all the time?
Jean looked over at Logan sadly from her fold out bed set next to his. She watched him stare at the IV bag, then his eyelids began to get droopy, and he fell asleep. She rolled to her side, facing the doorway as she thought about getting rid of the Weapon X people, then closed her eyes and pulled up her blankets before trying to get some sleep.
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Meanwhile, Professor Xavier was using Cerebro to trace the men that had been trying to get Logan. He concentrated carefully, gathering information from Jubilee's memories of the men, since he was unable to penetrate Logan's mental defenses. Once he found the teenagers memories of the event, he had to frown, because the girl hadn't gotten a good enough look at them.
Charles tiredly removed the Cerebro helmet from his head and set it down. He sighed and turned out of the large room, though a plan was forming in his mind and would be for the rest of the night, how to draw the dangerous Weapon X soldiers out.
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Jean rolled out of bed, rubbing her sleep deprived eyes as she slowly stood. She carefully trodded over to Logan's side and gently pulled the IV needle from his arm. She stood there, hovering over him and watching him sleep for a few minutes, then she brushed her hand across the stubble on his chin before turning and walking out of the room.
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Jean began walking through the rec room where Scott and Ororo sat on the couch drinking coffee, and Jubilee was flopped in a nearby chair with a bowl of cereal in her lap. She waved at them effortlessly and offered a tired smile before strolling into the kitchen.
"Good morning Jean." Hank greeted from his seat at the counter, glancing away from his newspaper.
Jean just smiled half-heartedly, thankfully stepping toward the coffee maker and pouring herself a cup. She sat across the counter from Hank and sighed, taking a long sip of her hot caffeinated beverage.
Hank furrowed his bushy blue eyebrows and put down his paper. "I heard about what happened last night. Professor Xavier informed me about the sedatives."
Jean just nodded, staring into the depths of her coffee mug.
"So how are things Jean? With Logan I mean."
Jean sighed, gazing up at Hank slowly and noticing his concerned expression. "He's..." she paused, thinking of how to explain, though somehow she felt that the beast-like doctor would understand. "...lost, angry, confused...terrified maybe. I'm not sure. It's like his mind is doing this to him in a way to deal with the trauma of what happened while he was with Weapon X."
Hank nodded in an understanding way and scratched his chin. "That sounds likely." he said quietly, then he and Jean just seemed to sit there for awhile, each enveloped in their own thoughts.
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Logan sat up in bed without opening his eyes, feeling somewhat groggy from the sedative. He grunted, finally opening his eyes and glancing around the room. His mind was running loops on him and suddenly he was struck with a consuming fear. He didn't know where he was. Logan stood abruptly and noticed the IV bag hanging above the bed. Was he drugged? Why had he been drugged? He didn't know what was going on and all he wanted to do was get out.
He noticed a window and raced toward it, opening it quickly and climbing out onto the roof. Logan breathed in the fresh morning air, trying to calm himself and gather his bearings. The area looked familiar and he was starting to remember. A name popped into his head, then a face, a woman's face. She was an ally, he needed to find her. Logan remained perched on the roof and just did the next thing that came to mind. He called out to Jean with his thoughts. She always seemed to be able to calm him down and help make sense of things. Logan only hoped she'd be able to do that this time, because he was completely oblivious to everything at the moment and didn't know where he was or what he was doing there.
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X-Men: Black and White
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Logan stared lazily at the IV bag that hung from above the headboard to his bed. He watched the sedative drip into the long thin tube, then flow into his arm.
Professor Xavier had caught Logan and Jean coming up the stairs, already having known what had happened. He thought it would be a good idea if Logan was sedated at night from now on, in order to prevent any further midnight excursions. Jean wasn't sure if that was the best thing to do. Of course she didn't want anyone getting hurt, but leaving him sedated was like not allowing him to act on his own. How could he get back to his old mind set if he was knocked out all the time?
Jean looked over at Logan sadly from her fold out bed set next to his. She watched him stare at the IV bag, then his eyelids began to get droopy, and he fell asleep. She rolled to her side, facing the doorway as she thought about getting rid of the Weapon X people, then closed her eyes and pulled up her blankets before trying to get some sleep.
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Meanwhile, Professor Xavier was using Cerebro to trace the men that had been trying to get Logan. He concentrated carefully, gathering information from Jubilee's memories of the men, since he was unable to penetrate Logan's mental defenses. Once he found the teenagers memories of the event, he had to frown, because the girl hadn't gotten a good enough look at them.
Charles tiredly removed the Cerebro helmet from his head and set it down. He sighed and turned out of the large room, though a plan was forming in his mind and would be for the rest of the night, how to draw the dangerous Weapon X soldiers out.
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Jean rolled out of bed, rubbing her sleep deprived eyes as she slowly stood. She carefully trodded over to Logan's side and gently pulled the IV needle from his arm. She stood there, hovering over him and watching him sleep for a few minutes, then she brushed her hand across the stubble on his chin before turning and walking out of the room.
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Jean began walking through the rec room where Scott and Ororo sat on the couch drinking coffee, and Jubilee was flopped in a nearby chair with a bowl of cereal in her lap. She waved at them effortlessly and offered a tired smile before strolling into the kitchen.
"Good morning Jean." Hank greeted from his seat at the counter, glancing away from his newspaper.
Jean just smiled half-heartedly, thankfully stepping toward the coffee maker and pouring herself a cup. She sat across the counter from Hank and sighed, taking a long sip of her hot caffeinated beverage.
Hank furrowed his bushy blue eyebrows and put down his paper. "I heard about what happened last night. Professor Xavier informed me about the sedatives."
Jean just nodded, staring into the depths of her coffee mug.
"So how are things Jean? With Logan I mean."
Jean sighed, gazing up at Hank slowly and noticing his concerned expression. "He's..." she paused, thinking of how to explain, though somehow she felt that the beast-like doctor would understand. "...lost, angry, confused...terrified maybe. I'm not sure. It's like his mind is doing this to him in a way to deal with the trauma of what happened while he was with Weapon X."
Hank nodded in an understanding way and scratched his chin. "That sounds likely." he said quietly, then he and Jean just seemed to sit there for awhile, each enveloped in their own thoughts.
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Logan sat up in bed without opening his eyes, feeling somewhat groggy from the sedative. He grunted, finally opening his eyes and glancing around the room. His mind was running loops on him and suddenly he was struck with a consuming fear. He didn't know where he was. Logan stood abruptly and noticed the IV bag hanging above the bed. Was he drugged? Why had he been drugged? He didn't know what was going on and all he wanted to do was get out.
He noticed a window and raced toward it, opening it quickly and climbing out onto the roof. Logan breathed in the fresh morning air, trying to calm himself and gather his bearings. The area looked familiar and he was starting to remember. A name popped into his head, then a face, a woman's face. She was an ally, he needed to find her. Logan remained perched on the roof and just did the next thing that came to mind. He called out to Jean with his thoughts. She always seemed to be able to calm him down and help make sense of things. Logan only hoped she'd be able to do that this time, because he was completely oblivious to everything at the moment and didn't know where he was or what he was doing there.
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