A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone. ::grins:: I feel special now.

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The Train Station chp.2

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Logan had finally convinced the red head to join him in a hotel room, for nothing else if not safety. He could tell she was reluctant to go with him, but thought she was acting rather well for a woman in her situation.

Jean flopped down on the bed in the dingy little hotel room. This guy couldn't have been all bad if he'd just presumably saved her life. She sighed, watching the strange man stare out the dirty window. "Who *are* you?!" she burst out, unable to contain herself any longer.

Logan let out a snort and looked at the woman. "My name's Logan." He told her gruffly.

Jean smiled faintly. "Well, that's a start." She stood from the bed and reached out to shake his hand. "Jean Grey." she frowned, watching Logan wince in pain as he let go of his left arm in order to free his right hand and return the handshake.

Logan noticed her staring and pulled back, looking out the window again. "The guy's name is Victor Creed, he's an enforcer for the Torelli family."

"The mob?!" Jean asked, her eyes wide.

Logan just nodded.

"So, what does he want with you?" She asked him, her interest in the matter growing, now that she was involved.

"Let's jus' say, he sat and watched a few o' his boys lay it on me with their fists and a baseball bat. I shouldn't tell ya much more than that."

Jean frowned, feeling a little bad for the guy. She then rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Well, I'm involved in all this now, don't you think I have a right to know?"

Logan shook his head, swiping his good arm across his bloody lip. "I don't wanna put ya in any more danger then yer already in." He looked at the woman's exasperated expression. He stared at her for a moment, unable to tear his eyes away and just noticing the bruising on her face. Logan frowned, then changed the subject, gesturing toward Jean's face. "What happened to you? Did Creed do that?"

She turned away and bowed her head shamefully. "No, it wasn't him. Apparently my ex-husband doesn't know how to treat women either."

Logan grunted with a frown. That really made him angry. No women should be treated like that, it completely disgusted him. A part of him wanted to comfort the beautiful woman, but then again, he probably frightened her. Logan decided not to go any further on the subject and sat down on the bed next to Jean's. She stayed quiet, seemingly staring off to nothing, and he just left her alone. He started taking off his leather jacket, groaning as he tried to pull it over his left arm.

Jean turned to Logan, watching him struggle with getting his jacket off. He scared her a bit, with his gruff exterior and all, and the fact she didn't know a thing about him besides his supposed name and that he was involved with some gangsters, but she couldn't ignore him. Jean bit her lower lip and walked toward Logan, gently gripping his jacket. She offered a soft smile. "Here, let me help you."

Logan just pulled back from her grasp, staring at her with confusion and curiosity.

Jean crossed her arms as he declined her offer to help him. "If your arm's broken, you'll just make it worse by straining like that." She told him sternly.

Logan sighed and stopped what he was doing. He gave in, despite not wanting to depend on the woman so much. It made him feel weak, and he hated that. He wasn't the type that liked to be nurtured, or was used to it for that matter.

Jean kneeled on the bed and gently removed Logan's jacket. Underneath he wore a blood stained white t-shirt, and she could see dark purple-ish bruising on his bare shoulder. She bit her lip again and gently touched his arm, pulling back immediately when he breathed in sharply and flinched. "I'm sorry." she said softly, sympathy lacing her words.

Logan grunted through clenched teeth and just shook his head to rid his mind of the pain.

Jean got off the bed and stepped back, her hands on her hips in thought. "I don't think it's broken, just dislocated." She paused for a moment, watching the pained expression on Logan's face. "You should really get to a hospital."

Logan whipped his head around so fast, the movement startled Jean. "No!" He snapped. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but if he was being tracked, a hospital was not an option. Besides that, hospitals made him extremely uneasy.

Jean put her hands up, backing away even more. "Alright, alright, no hospital." She contemplated an alternative for a few seconds, then looked back at Logan. "Listen, I'm a doctor..." She took in a deep breath. "I can probably get your shoulder back into place, but without any drugs it's going to hurt like hell." Jean told him flat out, knowing he probably wasn't the type that liked things sugar-coated.

Logan just nodded, gingerly rubbing at his shoulder. "Do what ya gotta do."

"Alright." Jean took in a deep breath, then scanned the room for anything that could be useful. She looked back at Logan. "I need you to lie on the floor."

"Why?" He asked skeptically. Logan couldn't figure out how lying on the floor was going to help any.

Jean just rolled her eyes. "Just trust me okay, I know what I'm doing."

Logan just smirked. "I don't trust anyone darlin'." He could tell by the look on Jean's face that she wasn't too amused, but he could also tell she was being serious and she *did* know what she was doing. He got off the bed and eased himself onto the floor.

Jean bit her lower lip nervously again and started towards Logan. "Ok, this is going to hurt now." She figured it might be easier if she told him what she was going to do first, so she did. "I need to stick my foot in your armpit..." Jean caught Logan's short laugh, but ignored it. "and pull your left arm out as hard as I can to get it back into place."

Logan took in a deep breath and nodded. "Ahright, jus' get it over with."

Jean got closer to him and picked up his arm, watching Logan turn away, clenching his teeth. She put one foot under his arm, keeping the other back on the floor for balance. "Okay, here we go." she whispered, mainly to prepare herself. Jean pulled back sharply and strongly, gripping Logan's arm. She saw the pain on his features as he clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to yell out, but stopping now wouldn't do him any good. Jean heard a sickening 'pop' as she positioned his shoulder back in place and released his arm. She kneeled down beside him, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Are you alright?" Jean looked at him sympathetically.

Logan breathed in and out sharply and sat up, easing himself to lean against the foot board of one of the beds. He grunted and looked up at Jean, noticing the softness in her beautiful green eyes. "Yeah." He replied gruffly. "Thanks."

Jean nodded and stood up. "It'll still be pretty sore for a few days and you might need some sort of sling." She edged towards the door, looking back at Logan.

"Where're you goin'?" He called her back. It was dangerous out there if anyone recognized her, and Creed could still be around.

Jean gripped the door handle. "I'm just going to get you some ice. There was a little pharmacy downstairs, I want to see if I can get you a sling for that arm too."

Logan just grunted with a sigh. "Ahright, fine." he paused for a second. "You wouldn't take off on me wouldja? Vic's still out there somewhere, lookin' fer the both of us. It's dangerous."

Jean just nodded slowly. "I'm not going anywhere, I'll be careful." She didn't wait for his approval, and slipped out the door.

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