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Notes: Geeze...Sorry that I haven't updated! But when I was writing this I got stuck so I had to re-write part of that, then I figured out that I screwed up the plot part for the rest of the chapters so I had to find a way to fix that. But I finally finished this chapter! Anyway, I had to change it so that there's only one more chapter left. So the next one, should be the last for...for this story at least. Well, if you've been on my profile, you should know that there will be a sequel to this.
Shattered: Part 6
By the time John woke up Bobby was long gone, or at least that's what John thought. He didn't really know where Bobby was at all, or what time he had attempted to leave. So he couldn't tell how long he had been unconscious.
John rubbed his head, and then regretted it. His head hurt so much; John tried to sit up but even that hurt. It occurred to John that that wasn't actually what hurt, his head hurt so much that even moving right now was painful. Finally John was able to get enough strength to actually sit up, which did make his stomach lurch, but John didn't pay much mind to that fact. All he knew was that he had to get out of this room before Bobby came back, that is if Bobby would even come back.
John stood up, and instantly regretted it. Black spots danced in front of his eyes and he fell down. He decided against shaking his head, fearing that it might be even worse, and tried to get up again. This time he was a little more successful since that only made him a little dizzy. He grasped the wall and made his way to the door, which he noticed was slightly open.
John sighed, wishing that some one would have actually noticed that the door was 'slightly' open. Then maybe instead of waking up on the ground he would've been waking up in a bed in the same room as the 'infirmary.' John sighed again, deciding that he'd rather be glad to wake up anywhere then to not wake up at all.
John slowly opened the door leading to (hopefully) his escape from the room he was in. He breathed out a sigh of relief as he noticed that no one was outside, namely Bobby. John then decided to take his chance in actually walking, dreading that he would only end up on the ground again. Instead though, John found that he was actually feeling better and that it didn't really hurt to walk.
Finally John reached his destination. He sighed, and knocked on the door…
"…And now I'm here," John whispered, finishing what he had come there to say.
Logan stared at John, wondering if the kid was actually telling the truth. But from the look Logan saw in John's eyes he knew it was true.
"So…" Logan started, "This is all true? This has been happening to you for the past…month?"
John nodded, "Please Logan, you have to believe me…you believe me, don't you?"
Logan noticed John's eyes had brimmed with tears as he had said that. Logan felt a lump for in his throat, and nodded. There was no way John could be lying; no one could lie about that.
"I believe you John," Logan said.
John sighed in relief; at least some one had believed him, even though Logan was the only one John had told. John frowned. Even though he had told the entire story to Logan (or, at least the most important parts), his head had been fine while doing that, he noticed that his head was now hurting slightly. More than slightly now, the pain was returning and it made the room spin a little and his stomach lurch.
John grasped his head, hoping that doing that would some how make him feel better, it did, but only a small bit.
"Hey, kid," Logan started, "You okay?"
Logan waited for a reply, but got none. He asked several more times, but only found that John either didn't know that Logan was saying anything or that John was hurting too much to reply.
Finally, almost 10 minutes after Logan had originally asked John if he was okay, did John reply.
"…I- I'm f-fine," John started, "…I think."
"Kid, why don't we get you down to the infirmary, or into a bathroom before you feel like you are going to throw up, and then do," Logan said, already more worried about John than he was before.
"No, Logan, I-I'm fine, really," John whispered, "If I'm feeling sick or anything I think I could just rush into a bathroom." The real reason John didn't want to go to the infirmary was that he didn't' want to go outside. Bobby could be waiting for him outside, but John was pretty sure Bobby hadn't been in Logan's room, so there was no worry to stay in Logan's room.
Logan sighed, he really did think that the kid should go to the infirmary, whether from the head wound he received or the any other wounds he may have gotten, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that John should go into the infirmary, or some place that could better help him than Logan himself could.
"At least let me get Je- Dr. Grey in here to make sure you are okay," Logan said gently, he wasn't sure how John felt about bringing more people into this matter just yet.
John thought about what Logan was suggesting for a second, he wasn't really sure if he did want to have more people know about this just yet, but Jean was kind and she could probably understand what John was going through. Or, at least she could try and understand. And hopefully her powers could also help John more than Logan could right now.
"I guess," John whispered, hands going back to their previous place on his head.
Logan nodded, and walked toward the door leading out of the room. Next to the door, on the right side of it, was a com-link communications that Logan could contact anyone with, well anyone that was in a room with a com-link. Logan sighed and looked at the watch on his wrist to see what time it was, it was about 2 in the morning, and Logan hoped that Jean wouldn't mind if he waked her, and most likely Scott too.
Logan pressed the com-link button and hit a few number buttons that meant he was just dialing Jean and Scott's 'line.'
"Jean, Scott, this is Logan," Logan said, hoping that Jean or Scott would answer.
"Logan?" a sleepy voice asked, "What time is it? What's wrong? What happened? …Why are 'calling' so late?"
Logan chuckled a little as Scott keep asking question upon question, "Look Jean, or both of you, need to get over here fast…or sometime in the near future."
"Can't this wait till morning?" Scott asked, clearly wanting to get back to sleep.
"Look, I don't care if you go back to sleep," Logan started, "Just get Jean over here…And don't worry, I'm not going to try and seduce her or anything, this has to do with John…Pyro."
Logan could hear Scott sigh a little and then knew that Scott was contemplating what to do, "Fine, okay…we'll both be there in a couple of minutes, okay?"
"Good," Logan said, cutting out the communication by taking his finger off the com-link.
Logan turned back around to face John, "John…it's aright that Jean and Scott are coming here, right?"
John stared at Logan for a minute then nodded, "I guess it is alright if they both come here…"
Logan sighed and sat down next to John, "After Scott and Jean get here, I'm going to head off to the Professor…Just to tell him of the situation, because Bobby still is on the loose, isn't he?"
John nodded and shivered a little at the mention of Bobby's name.
A few moments later a knock came a Logan's door. Logan stepped over by the door once again, and opened it, not surprised at all that Jean and Scott stood outside of the door.
"Logan, what exactly was so important that you needed us, or me, immediately?" Jean asked as Logan ushered both her and Scott inside.
"…I think it is John's place to tell," Logan answered, closing the door.
Jean looked at Logan funny until she turned to face Logan's bed and saw that John sat upon it.
"…John?" Jean asked, walking towards the sitting John on the bed, "What's wrong?"
John shifted uncomfortably, looking at Logan helplessly. Even though John had had enough courage to talk to Logan about what happened between himself and Bobby, he was finding it difficult to tell Jean about what happened. What was even more difficult was that Scott was almost glaring at John, or at least it seemed like it, John could never really tell with Scott, since he always had to have his 'visor' on.
Logan nodded at John, almost telling John that it was all right and that he could trust Jean and Scott.
"John," Logan started, "You don't have to tell them the whole thing, just part of it, and only the parts you really need to right now."
"Logan…" Scott said, stepping closer to Logan, "What's going on?"
"Just let John tell what happened," Logan replied, "…And make sure to look at his head and make sure he's all right…But, right now, I have to go to the Professor."
"…John," Logan started again, "I'm going to go to the Professor now…I'll be back later though."
John nodded, and regretted it, for it only made his head hurt more.
Logan nodded back to John and then opened the door, making sure his senses were on full alert, just in case Bobby decided to come back. Then Logan stepped outside of the door and hurriedly made his way to the Professors room.
"John," Jean asked gently, "Would you like to tell us what happened exactly?"
"I- I guess," John said.
He then gave them a summary of what had happened over the past month, making sure to give just enough details in the right places so they'd know exactly why it was so important that they had been woken up.
"God," Scott said as John finished telling them what had happened, "That's awful."
Jean nodded, "John, would you mind if I had a look at your head? I'm just going to make sure nothing serious happened…it may hurt a little though, but if you have to throw up or anything just hurry to the bathroom."
"Th-that's fine with me," John said turning a little so that Jean could get a good look at the back of John's head.
Logan sighed gently as he reached the Professors door, it hadn't taken him long to get there, but it seemed like it took forever. Of course it seemed close to forever to Logan because he couldn't help but imagine the things that could be happening to John as he went to get the Professor. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Bobby decided to go after John.
Logan knocked on the Professors door gently and waited for the door to open. He didn't expect the Professor to answer right away, but already several minutes had passed, and the door had never opened. In fact, Logan noticed, that he couldn't even hear anything on the other side of the door; everything was quiet, far too quiet.
Logan knocked again, this time louder than he had before, and still no one opened the door. He knocked again, and again, but never got any answer. Logan became worried, if the Professor didn't hear the door, then he would, or at least should, have been able to feel Logan's presence and worry that no one was answering the door.
Logan had no choice now; he simply would just break down the Professors door. And he did, break down the door that is, and Logan found that odd also. It didn't seem like there was any noise when the door fell. Logan ignored that though, and stepped into the Professors room.
The Professors room was surprisingly cold, and dark too. Luckily Logan got accustomed to the darkness quickly and could see quite well. He made his way to the professor's bed, since he could see a shape that looked like the Professor. When he got to the 'professor,' though, he knew something was wrong.
Logan gently laid a hand the professor's shoulder, and tried to wake him, but was unsuccessful. Suddenly Logan realized that the professor was, or there was a possibility at least, knocked out. Then it occurred to Logan that Bobby must have known that Logan would have come here…which meant that Bobby could just be delaying Logan from protecting John…
"Oh, no," Logan whispered, "John."
Logan rushed to the door- door way leading out of the room, he knew he had to get to John before Bobby did, or get there fast if Bobby was already with John. Of course, Logan never made it even out of the Professors room, for a fist hit Logan in the head with enough force to knock him out.
Right before Logan was totally unconscious, he swore he could hear Bobby laughing at him.
"John," Jean started walking over by Scott who was by the door, "I think you are fine…well, you'll be okay. But it would probably be a good idea to get to the infirmary."
John nodded, his head hadn't been hurting all that much when Jean was seeing if he was okay.
John gasped suddenly. The room had been brightly lit just a second ago, but now it was pitch black.
John heard a scream followed by two thumps…that strangely sounded like a body falling on the ground, but in this case it would have to have been two bodies since there were two thumps. All John could think of to do was back up, which meant that he was really just getting closer to the headboard of the bed.
Then John noticed the severe drop of temperature in the room, before, as the lights, it had been quite warm, but now it was incredibly cold. John shivered and backed into the headboard of the bed.
He heard some one laugh and then a voice called out from the darkness of the room, "John…you didn't actually think I'd just leave without saying a proper goodbye, did you?"
John gasped, there was no mistake of whom the voice belonged to. It was Bobby.
tbc.
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed this part!
Notes: Geeze...Sorry that I haven't updated! But when I was writing this I got stuck so I had to re-write part of that, then I figured out that I screwed up the plot part for the rest of the chapters so I had to find a way to fix that. But I finally finished this chapter! Anyway, I had to change it so that there's only one more chapter left. So the next one, should be the last for...for this story at least. Well, if you've been on my profile, you should know that there will be a sequel to this.
Shattered: Part 6
By the time John woke up Bobby was long gone, or at least that's what John thought. He didn't really know where Bobby was at all, or what time he had attempted to leave. So he couldn't tell how long he had been unconscious.
John rubbed his head, and then regretted it. His head hurt so much; John tried to sit up but even that hurt. It occurred to John that that wasn't actually what hurt, his head hurt so much that even moving right now was painful. Finally John was able to get enough strength to actually sit up, which did make his stomach lurch, but John didn't pay much mind to that fact. All he knew was that he had to get out of this room before Bobby came back, that is if Bobby would even come back.
John stood up, and instantly regretted it. Black spots danced in front of his eyes and he fell down. He decided against shaking his head, fearing that it might be even worse, and tried to get up again. This time he was a little more successful since that only made him a little dizzy. He grasped the wall and made his way to the door, which he noticed was slightly open.
John sighed, wishing that some one would have actually noticed that the door was 'slightly' open. Then maybe instead of waking up on the ground he would've been waking up in a bed in the same room as the 'infirmary.' John sighed again, deciding that he'd rather be glad to wake up anywhere then to not wake up at all.
John slowly opened the door leading to (hopefully) his escape from the room he was in. He breathed out a sigh of relief as he noticed that no one was outside, namely Bobby. John then decided to take his chance in actually walking, dreading that he would only end up on the ground again. Instead though, John found that he was actually feeling better and that it didn't really hurt to walk.
Finally John reached his destination. He sighed, and knocked on the door…
"…And now I'm here," John whispered, finishing what he had come there to say.
Logan stared at John, wondering if the kid was actually telling the truth. But from the look Logan saw in John's eyes he knew it was true.
"So…" Logan started, "This is all true? This has been happening to you for the past…month?"
John nodded, "Please Logan, you have to believe me…you believe me, don't you?"
Logan noticed John's eyes had brimmed with tears as he had said that. Logan felt a lump for in his throat, and nodded. There was no way John could be lying; no one could lie about that.
"I believe you John," Logan said.
John sighed in relief; at least some one had believed him, even though Logan was the only one John had told. John frowned. Even though he had told the entire story to Logan (or, at least the most important parts), his head had been fine while doing that, he noticed that his head was now hurting slightly. More than slightly now, the pain was returning and it made the room spin a little and his stomach lurch.
John grasped his head, hoping that doing that would some how make him feel better, it did, but only a small bit.
"Hey, kid," Logan started, "You okay?"
Logan waited for a reply, but got none. He asked several more times, but only found that John either didn't know that Logan was saying anything or that John was hurting too much to reply.
Finally, almost 10 minutes after Logan had originally asked John if he was okay, did John reply.
"…I- I'm f-fine," John started, "…I think."
"Kid, why don't we get you down to the infirmary, or into a bathroom before you feel like you are going to throw up, and then do," Logan said, already more worried about John than he was before.
"No, Logan, I-I'm fine, really," John whispered, "If I'm feeling sick or anything I think I could just rush into a bathroom." The real reason John didn't want to go to the infirmary was that he didn't' want to go outside. Bobby could be waiting for him outside, but John was pretty sure Bobby hadn't been in Logan's room, so there was no worry to stay in Logan's room.
Logan sighed, he really did think that the kid should go to the infirmary, whether from the head wound he received or the any other wounds he may have gotten, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that John should go into the infirmary, or some place that could better help him than Logan himself could.
"At least let me get Je- Dr. Grey in here to make sure you are okay," Logan said gently, he wasn't sure how John felt about bringing more people into this matter just yet.
John thought about what Logan was suggesting for a second, he wasn't really sure if he did want to have more people know about this just yet, but Jean was kind and she could probably understand what John was going through. Or, at least she could try and understand. And hopefully her powers could also help John more than Logan could right now.
"I guess," John whispered, hands going back to their previous place on his head.
Logan nodded, and walked toward the door leading out of the room. Next to the door, on the right side of it, was a com-link communications that Logan could contact anyone with, well anyone that was in a room with a com-link. Logan sighed and looked at the watch on his wrist to see what time it was, it was about 2 in the morning, and Logan hoped that Jean wouldn't mind if he waked her, and most likely Scott too.
Logan pressed the com-link button and hit a few number buttons that meant he was just dialing Jean and Scott's 'line.'
"Jean, Scott, this is Logan," Logan said, hoping that Jean or Scott would answer.
"Logan?" a sleepy voice asked, "What time is it? What's wrong? What happened? …Why are 'calling' so late?"
Logan chuckled a little as Scott keep asking question upon question, "Look Jean, or both of you, need to get over here fast…or sometime in the near future."
"Can't this wait till morning?" Scott asked, clearly wanting to get back to sleep.
"Look, I don't care if you go back to sleep," Logan started, "Just get Jean over here…And don't worry, I'm not going to try and seduce her or anything, this has to do with John…Pyro."
Logan could hear Scott sigh a little and then knew that Scott was contemplating what to do, "Fine, okay…we'll both be there in a couple of minutes, okay?"
"Good," Logan said, cutting out the communication by taking his finger off the com-link.
Logan turned back around to face John, "John…it's aright that Jean and Scott are coming here, right?"
John stared at Logan for a minute then nodded, "I guess it is alright if they both come here…"
Logan sighed and sat down next to John, "After Scott and Jean get here, I'm going to head off to the Professor…Just to tell him of the situation, because Bobby still is on the loose, isn't he?"
John nodded and shivered a little at the mention of Bobby's name.
A few moments later a knock came a Logan's door. Logan stepped over by the door once again, and opened it, not surprised at all that Jean and Scott stood outside of the door.
"Logan, what exactly was so important that you needed us, or me, immediately?" Jean asked as Logan ushered both her and Scott inside.
"…I think it is John's place to tell," Logan answered, closing the door.
Jean looked at Logan funny until she turned to face Logan's bed and saw that John sat upon it.
"…John?" Jean asked, walking towards the sitting John on the bed, "What's wrong?"
John shifted uncomfortably, looking at Logan helplessly. Even though John had had enough courage to talk to Logan about what happened between himself and Bobby, he was finding it difficult to tell Jean about what happened. What was even more difficult was that Scott was almost glaring at John, or at least it seemed like it, John could never really tell with Scott, since he always had to have his 'visor' on.
Logan nodded at John, almost telling John that it was all right and that he could trust Jean and Scott.
"John," Logan started, "You don't have to tell them the whole thing, just part of it, and only the parts you really need to right now."
"Logan…" Scott said, stepping closer to Logan, "What's going on?"
"Just let John tell what happened," Logan replied, "…And make sure to look at his head and make sure he's all right…But, right now, I have to go to the Professor."
"…John," Logan started again, "I'm going to go to the Professor now…I'll be back later though."
John nodded, and regretted it, for it only made his head hurt more.
Logan nodded back to John and then opened the door, making sure his senses were on full alert, just in case Bobby decided to come back. Then Logan stepped outside of the door and hurriedly made his way to the Professors room.
"John," Jean asked gently, "Would you like to tell us what happened exactly?"
"I- I guess," John said.
He then gave them a summary of what had happened over the past month, making sure to give just enough details in the right places so they'd know exactly why it was so important that they had been woken up.
"God," Scott said as John finished telling them what had happened, "That's awful."
Jean nodded, "John, would you mind if I had a look at your head? I'm just going to make sure nothing serious happened…it may hurt a little though, but if you have to throw up or anything just hurry to the bathroom."
"Th-that's fine with me," John said turning a little so that Jean could get a good look at the back of John's head.
Logan sighed gently as he reached the Professors door, it hadn't taken him long to get there, but it seemed like it took forever. Of course it seemed close to forever to Logan because he couldn't help but imagine the things that could be happening to John as he went to get the Professor. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Bobby decided to go after John.
Logan knocked on the Professors door gently and waited for the door to open. He didn't expect the Professor to answer right away, but already several minutes had passed, and the door had never opened. In fact, Logan noticed, that he couldn't even hear anything on the other side of the door; everything was quiet, far too quiet.
Logan knocked again, this time louder than he had before, and still no one opened the door. He knocked again, and again, but never got any answer. Logan became worried, if the Professor didn't hear the door, then he would, or at least should, have been able to feel Logan's presence and worry that no one was answering the door.
Logan had no choice now; he simply would just break down the Professors door. And he did, break down the door that is, and Logan found that odd also. It didn't seem like there was any noise when the door fell. Logan ignored that though, and stepped into the Professors room.
The Professors room was surprisingly cold, and dark too. Luckily Logan got accustomed to the darkness quickly and could see quite well. He made his way to the professor's bed, since he could see a shape that looked like the Professor. When he got to the 'professor,' though, he knew something was wrong.
Logan gently laid a hand the professor's shoulder, and tried to wake him, but was unsuccessful. Suddenly Logan realized that the professor was, or there was a possibility at least, knocked out. Then it occurred to Logan that Bobby must have known that Logan would have come here…which meant that Bobby could just be delaying Logan from protecting John…
"Oh, no," Logan whispered, "John."
Logan rushed to the door- door way leading out of the room, he knew he had to get to John before Bobby did, or get there fast if Bobby was already with John. Of course, Logan never made it even out of the Professors room, for a fist hit Logan in the head with enough force to knock him out.
Right before Logan was totally unconscious, he swore he could hear Bobby laughing at him.
"John," Jean started walking over by Scott who was by the door, "I think you are fine…well, you'll be okay. But it would probably be a good idea to get to the infirmary."
John nodded, his head hadn't been hurting all that much when Jean was seeing if he was okay.
John gasped suddenly. The room had been brightly lit just a second ago, but now it was pitch black.
John heard a scream followed by two thumps…that strangely sounded like a body falling on the ground, but in this case it would have to have been two bodies since there were two thumps. All John could think of to do was back up, which meant that he was really just getting closer to the headboard of the bed.
Then John noticed the severe drop of temperature in the room, before, as the lights, it had been quite warm, but now it was incredibly cold. John shivered and backed into the headboard of the bed.
He heard some one laugh and then a voice called out from the darkness of the room, "John…you didn't actually think I'd just leave without saying a proper goodbye, did you?"
John gasped, there was no mistake of whom the voice belonged to. It was Bobby.
tbc.
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed this part!