A/N: Thank you for the reviews! Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter up, FF.net keeps givin' me trouble. ::growls at ff.net:: Well, here it is!

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The Train Station chp.5

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Another half hour went by, and Jean finally drove into a small town in 'who-the-hell-knows-where', finding a half-decent looking hotel. She pulled in the parking lot slowly, trying not to gain any attention to their stolen vehicle, though there probably wasn't anyone up and about at this time. Jean glanced over at Logan, seeing as he was still asleep. She really didn't want to wake him, but she couldn't leave him in the car. She nudged his leg, calling out, "Logan, hey, I found us a hotel, wake up."

"Hrm?" Logan grumbled, slowly pulling away from leaning against the door. "What?"

Jean smiled softly, undoing the wires that kept the car running. "I found a rest stop. So let's go in and get some well deserved rest. Food too." She unbuckled herself, then got out of the car and went to the passenger side to see if Logan needed any help.

He groaned, opening the door and clumsily stepping out of the car. Jean stood there waiting with a concerned look on her face. Logan realized that he practically kidnapped her, dragged her into danger, and she'd helped him out just because it was the right thing to do. Jean was just about the strangest woman he'd ever met, yet he found himself becoming attached to her, attracted even. He offered her a lopsided smile, "Why don't ya get us a room ta crash in...this might take me awhile."

Jean frowned, biting her lower lip. "We don't have any money."

Logan cocked his head to the side, then balanced himself before reaching into his back pocket and tossing Jean a plastic card. "Fake credit card. It'll work fer now." He nodded towards her. "It'll be nearly midnight 'fore anyone figgures out it ain't attached to a real bank account."

Her eyes widened as she looked at the card, then shrugged. "Ok then, I'll get a room." She started into the hotel, glancing back at Logan. "You'll be ok?"

He nodded, waving with his good arm. "Yeah, I'll make it."

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Jean went back outside the hotel after getting a room, when Logan didn't come in. She furrowed her brows, looking around nervously, when she spotted him leaning against the side of the building, clutching his left arm. She stuck the key to the room in her pocket and walked swiftly towards him, putting a hand on his forehead to find it hot with fever. "You're burning up. Come on, " Jean gently took hold of his good arm, draping it over her shoulder. "let's go inside."

"I'm ahright...but I toldja...it might take me awhile." Logan mumbled slowly as Jean half-dragged, half-led him to their room, trying to avoid the strange looks from the hotel clerk.

Jean put the key in the door with her free hand, then kicked it open. There was only one bed, but she figured that now it didn't matter if they shared, Logan didn't creep her out really anymore, and if they stayed on seperate sides, Jean figured she'd be fine. She helped him to the bed, then turned around quickly when there was a knock at the door.

"Don't..." Logan started to bark out feebly.

"It's ok, " Jean smiled to reassure him. "I just ordered up some ice." She opened the door, just enough to take the bucket of ice, then slammed it shut without giving the poor kid a tip. It wasn't her fault, she didn't mean to be rude, but they didn't have any cash on them. Jean laughed slightly as she brought the ice to the bathroom and started dumping some onto a towel. "Believe it or not, they actually have room service here." she shrugged. "Cheap place though."

Logan scooted back along the bed until he was leaning against the pillows. He let his head roll to the side tiredly and took in a deep breath, struggling to keep his eyes open. He suddenly realized that he was still wearing his blood stained t-shirt, and would have loved to take a nice long shower.

Jean kneeled on the bed and started to unwrap the ace bandage that kept his arm pressed to his chest.

"What are you doing?" Logan slurred, not really noticing how out of it he was.

Jean smiled tightly. "You're arm's been wrapped long enough, now it needs to be able to move for a little while so it doesn't get too stiff." she looked at his bloodied shirt. "You might want to take that off too."

Logan grunted, cocking his head to the side with a short laugh. "Yeah sure."

Jean removed the ace bandage, then found a pair of scissors in a drawer and proceeded to cut the shirt off him, realizing that with his bad arm there was no other way to remove it. She watched as he started to fall asleep, and put some of the ice over his left shoulder.

Jean carefully got off the bed and made her way to the phone. She had wanted to get Logan to eat something, but since he was sleeping that wasn't going to happen. She was still hungry though, so she took a quick look at the small menu and ordered up some food.

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When the food arrived, Jean set a sandwich aside for Logan if he was up to eating something later. She looked out the window, just realizing that it was nearly noon already. Neither of the two had gotten enough sleep, and they'd been on the run since the early hours of the morning. Jean was still curious as to what Logan had to do with the mob for them to have him beaten in the first place, but she figured now wasn't the time for questioning. Maybe he'd tell her if he trusted her enough.

Jean sat down in a chair beside the t.v. and ate her sandwich, keeping a weary eye out for that Victor Creed guy, still scared that he'd be able to find them.

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