A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone! To all those who've stuck with the fic, and those of you just comin' on to it. Thanks!

Oh, and don't worry, you'll find out why Creed's after Logan. ::smirks:: To answer your question, Trunksblue: I don't quite remember how I came up with the idea to have them be 'normal', but it either came from watching something on t.v. or a dream I had. LoL. I guess I just wanted to see how they'd be in situations not as mutants, how their lives would be if they were never X-Men or anything. ::shrugs:: LoL. Glad you like it though.

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The Train Station chp.7

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Jean and Ororo had been talking for awhile in the small kitchen area as Logan lay fast asleep on the couch. Jean explained the whole ordeal she and Logan were going through, knowing she could always confide in her friend.

Ororo leaned on the small table, her chin resting in her hands. "So you just went off with this complete stranger?" she couldn't help but laugh slightly.

Jean tilted her head to the side with a slight smile. "Logan's not really that much of a stranger anymore...I mean, well...we don't know any great details of eachother, but...we know. He's not a bad guy."

Ororo couldn't help the smirk on her face. She leaned back in her chair to see Logan on the couch. "You're not falling head over heels for this guy now are you?"

Jean shook her head unconvincingly with a tight smile and a slight redness to her cheeks. "No..."

Her friend decided to change the subject, noticing Jean seemed sketchy about the thought. Ororo knew Jean had her share of bad boyfriends and an abusive ex. "So, is he going to be alright? He looks like he's been run over by an eighteen wheeler."

Jean's smile wavered. "He needs alot of sleep, and something to eat. He hasn't eaten in a while and it's really not helping our situation..." she started to trail off.

"Don't worry about it." Ororo patted her friend's hand comfortingly. "Why don't you take a shower and clean up, you can borrow some of my clothes. Get some sleep too."

Jean nodded. "Thanks 'Ro."

Ororo just smiled and got up to gather things for her troubled friend.

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After her shower, and putting on some clean borrowed clothes, Jean was just about ready to flop down anywhere and fall asleep. She tiredly walked towards the small living room, and sat on the recliner opposite the couch where Logan was sleeping.

Ororo sauntered into the room, carrying a bundle of blankets. "Jean I can take the chair, you can sleep in my bed if you want, get yourself a good night's sleep." she smiled.

Jean just shook her head, taking one of the blankets from Ororo and draping it over Logan. "That's alright 'Ro, I'll take the chair. I want to stay close to Logan just incase he needs something. I think he's still got a fever."

Ororo just smiled tightly, handing her friend more blankets as she lay down. "Alright, here you go Jean. Just wake me if there's any problems." Jean nodded to her and Ororo walked into her room to get some sleep herself. She couldn't help but wonder if her friend was just showing her concern as a doctor, or if it was because of something more. Maybe Jean really was falling for this guy, and maybe he would be good for her.

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In the morning, Jean slowly opened her eyes, breahing in the smell of fresh brewed coffee. She smiled and started to get up, watching Ororo moving around in the kitchen, pouring two cups of the caffienated beverage.

"Good morning Jean." Ororo greeted cheerfully, taking a seat at the table and waiting for her friend to come over.

"Morning." Jean glanced at Logan curiously, though she seemed a little worried. Atleast he was getting his rest. He was sprawled on the couch laying on his back with his right arm clutched over his left shoulder. Jean frowned sympathetically, then glanced at Ororo and made her way to the hot cup of coffee that awaited her.

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Logan woke to quiet chatting from Jean and her friend. He calmly opened his eyes, forcing himself to sit up. He sighed heavily, and with a low groan began to stand.

"Good morning. Feeling any better?" Ororo called to him, stopping her chat with Jean.

Jean raised an eyebrow and quickly stood, watching Logan sway to the side, then flop back down on the couch with a grunt. "Logan?" she rushed beside him on the couch and forced him to sit back so she could feel his forehead. He just grunted and stared at her like he was annoyed. "Hmm, still pretty warm." Jean told him with a concerned frown.

Logan groaned, mumbling something under his breath.

Jean looked to Ororo. "Hey 'Ro, would you mind making some eggs or something for Logan to eat?"

Ororo just nodded, noticing the concern on her friend's features. "Sure, no problem." she started towards the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs, ham, and cheese.

"I still ain't hungry..." Logan grumbled, blinking his eyes and trying to shake the dizzy feeling.

"I don't care, you're eating." Jean told him sternly. "Look at you." she frowned. "You can barely sit up, let alone stand."

Logan sighed, almost wishing he hadn't gotten into any of this. Almost. Because if he hadn't gotten into the trouble he was in, Logan would have never met Jean, and right at that moment he knew he wouldn't have been better off anyway. He realized if he hadn't ever set eyes on such a beautiful person as Jean, someone with such a kind heart and soul, he would have rather been dead.

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After eating enough so that Jean would stop bugging him, Logan layed back down on the couch with an icepack on his shoulder and fell back asleep.

Jean paced back and forth in the small living room, staring at the news on the television and idly wondering if anything that she and Logan had done recently was caught there. After all, they did cause a ruckus or two, steal a car, a guy's wallet, and use a phony credit card. She nervously chewed her lower lip and continued pacing, stopping only when Ororo begged her to sit down.

"Please Jean, before you wear a rut in the floor." Ororo sat on a chair and Jean found a seat on the end of the couch where Logan's feet were. "Don't worry, I'm sure everything will be fine. I have about two hundred, in fifty dollar bills that you can take with you when you leave, that should be enough to help you some." she tried comfortingly. "I also have some of my old boyfriend's clothes in my closet that might fit Logan."

Jean nodded thankfully at her friend, then smiled sadly. "I wish I could give him more time to rest, he really needs it. I don't know how far we'll make it the way he is."

"Well, we'll just let him rest for another hour or so, you should be safe here anyway." Ororo smiled kindly, then stood up and headed for the kitchen. "More coffee?"

"Please." Jean nodded, staring idly at Logan's sleeping form as Ororo went into the other room to prepare her caffienated beverage.