A/N: Thank you very much to my first reviewer, Wolvster. You, and all of the other reviewers, make me feel so special (wipes away imaginary tear). This chapter is a tribute to my very first reviewer, and of course, all of the others.

Chapter 4- In Which A Bath Is Taken and Logan Surprises Everyone

When Jean woke up that morning, she received a rather rude awakening to a space in the bed where her husband was supposed to be. Spying a note on the pillow, she smiled and reached for it with her telekinesis. Reading it, she was shocked and then the warm fuzzies set in. "It's just like Scott to go and help another person in need, even if that person stole from him." She thought as she stretched and padded to the bathroom.

Emerging from the bathroom half an hour later, casually dressed and without makeup because she was on vacation. She heard footsteps approaching outside the door and the sound of a room key being inserted into the slot and opening the bolt.

Scott stepped into the room, followed by Logan and the bundle of clothing from the night before. Logan looked at her wryly and said, "Congratulations Jeanie, it's a girl."

Hiding her startled reaction behind a mask of welcome, she extended her hand saying, "Hello."

Liz was suddenly shy in front of the famous Phoenix of the X-Men. "Watson, Elizabeth Watson. Just call me Liz, please."

Jean smiled and took her hand back and said, "Well, that was certainly an amazing display you put on for us last night. What are your other powers?"

Liz started to relax under the thoughtful telepath's influence and began to become her normal, insane, self. "I can excrete a sticky mucous-like substance from my hands and feet that allows me to stick to surfaces, as long as my shoes are off of course. My legs and arms are longer and stronger than normal, and I am also a lot more flexible." She pulled off her backpack and bent over backwards, her hands grabbing her ankles. Everybody else winced and looked away as she straighted, a few vertebrae popping as she did so. Liz continued, a lot more shy than before, "I have had all of those, except for the mucous since birth, but those aren't my only powers, I have one more." Liz's hands crept up to her hood and pulled it away. Everybody gasped in shock, "I'm invisible too, and I can't turn back."

Jean stepped forward and enveloped the scared young girl who was beginning to cry in a hug and let her cry on her shoulder. Logan and Scott were suddenly embarrassed and shuffled away, leaving the room and the two women to their business.

After Liz was finished crying Jean, still maintaining her hold around Liz's shoulders guided her into the spacious bathroom saying, "Well, now, lets get you cleaned up now."

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After ensconcing Liz in the bathtub with mounds of bubble bath, soap and shampoo. Jean left the room to see the state Liz's clothes were in, from her earlier glances, they were worn to the woof and long overdue for a washing. Picking up the hoodie that she had hid her head under, Jean shook her head and dropped it in disgust, working quickly, she packaged them all up into a trash bag and called for a bellboy to dispose of the rags. After listening to the caterwauling emerging from the bathroom, she also instructed the bellboy to bring up more soap, towels, and a pair of barber shears.

*****

"I'm singing in the bath, ouch, yes I'm singing in the bath, yipes."

Liz's singing, which sounded more like an injured cat in heat, was often interrupted by exclamations of pain as her fingers encountered lots of matted knots in her extremely greasy hair. Her latest knot removal mission was interrupted by a knock on the door and the entrance of Jean with a pile of barbering equipment and soap.

In a business like manner, Jean pushed the semi-visible hands away from the all too visible, soapy hair, and picking up the scissors, began to cut away at the long, matted hair, removing the worst of the knots and tangles.

"I hope you don't mind me doing this, but believe me, you really need this."

Relieved at the intervention, Liz's hands sank down under the water and she sighed, "Thank you so much. I've wanted to do this forever, but circumstances never let me. Do whatever you want with it, just don't shave me bald please."

Agreeing quietly, Jean let the girl drift off to sleep and left her alone with her thoughts.

Shaking her head quietly in sadness, Jean let clump after clump of hair fall into the towel under Liz's head, almost crying at the sad state it was in. Strands of hair fell away until all that was left was a short, almost boyish cut that could be easily spiked and styled.

Reaching for the shampoo, Jean poured a large amount into her hands and massaged it into Liz's scalp, removing clumps of grease and dirt. The hair finally clean and knot free, Jean gently shook Liz awake, but all she did was mumble something along the lines of ".can't fall asleep, the Teletubbies will get me" and went back to sleep.

Seeing that the poor girl was exhausted, Jean lifted her with telekinesis, dried her off and floated her to her bed to sleep. Twitching a blanket over the form, she left Liz to sleep as she tiptoed out the door.

*****

"Yes, professor, we are bringing her back to New York with us tomorrow. Yes, I will see you then. Goodbye."

With that, Scott hung up the phone and turned to see Jean letting herself into the room and Logan nowhere in sight. "It's all settled," he told her, "Professor Xavier is giving Elizabeth a room in the mansion for her to stay in, she will be coming home with us tomorrow." Seeing Jean was upset, he opened his arms, and Jean rushed into them, almost crying.

"Oh, Scott, that poor girl, I had to cut off almost all of her hair it was so matted and greasy. And the bathwater, it was black when I took her out of the bath, and she was so exhausted, she fell asleep as I cut her hair. And her clothes, oh her clothes, she doesn't have any more, I had to throw the others out they were so disgusting."

"Actually Red, she does have clothes now," Logan had walked into the room carrying several shopping bags without them noticing and dropped them on the bed. "When I saw what that girl was wearing, I couldn't help myself, I kept thinking of Kitty and Jubilee, how much they have and how little she has, so I went out and bought a few things for her." Noticing the strange looks he was receiving, the mighty mans man Wolverine blushed. "What, it's not like I don't know what to do when buying girl's clothing and makeup, God knows I've followed Kitty and Jubilee around long enough. It was easy, I just gave the sales girl a list of what I needed in what sizes and she got them all for me."

Opening the first bag, Jean found a pair of pajamas printed with maple leaves, jeans, a belt, a sleeveless turtleneck, a zip up hoodie and undergarments. In another bag, she found sneakers, gloves, washout hair dye and a pile of flesh-toned makeup. She looked up amazed at what Logan had done for the girl. "Logan, you thought of everything, how did you know."

"Observation, she reeked to the high heavens, I couldn't even tell what gender she was until she spoke clearly, and her shoes had holes in them. I eyeballed her, she is just a little bit bigger than Kitty is, I gave the saleslady a size bigger than what Kitty gets, however the shoes and gloves are just a guess."

Jean gathered the bags up and kissed him on the cheek, Scott, of course glared, and Jean left the room to wait for Liz to wake up.

*****

It was almost 4:30 in the afternoon before Liz finally woke up from her "nap". Blinking, she rose up on her elbows and looked at the clock. Blinking, now in shock more than anything, she collapsed and groaned, her arm coming up to cover her eyes.

"How the heck did I get here, last time I checked, I was in the bath. Ah well, Jean's a telekinetic, she must of just lifted me here. Rolling out of bed with a sheet wrapped around her, she staggered around, regaining her coordination as she took stock of the room around her. "Nice place, far better than a cardboard box any day."

Spotting the clothes draped on a nearby chair, she went over to them, and hesitantly picked them up, admiring the colors and the brand new-ness of them. "You can put them on Darlin', they won't bite you." Liz jumped in shock as Logan came up behind her, having heard her staggering around from the hallway. Silently, he called for Jean in his head and heard her response from the restaurant. "I'll leave you to it." He turned around and left to go and drink something.

Cautiously, Liz started pulling them on, and was just finishing as Jean stepped into the room. "So I see you found the clothes Logan bought you.

"Yeah, they fit alright." There was a bit of self conscious shuffling of the feet here, "But I can't really go out in public though, not like this." A shirt sleeve flashed through the air, gesturing towards where Liz's head would be, if they could still see it.

"Not a problem." Jean gestured towards the bag, "Didn't you see what was in the bag?"

"Naw.I didn't want to be snoopy. Once I looked into a bag not meant for me, and boy did I ever get a surprise. Not a nice one either." Liz laughed ruefully as air swished, showing that she was shaking her head, "I learned my lesson, though, no more peeking in bags not given to you."

"Well, this bag is meant for you, go on, take a look inside."

The bag rustled as she did so and a gasp emitted from her. Pulling out, "This is really meant for me?"

"Yes it is, and I expect you to use it too."

"Really, wow, I can actually see myself if I use it cool. But wait a minute, I don't know how to use makeup. I never really had a need to use it before, and then circumstances kind of decided for me."

Jean gestured towards the bathroom, "Well there is no better time than the present."

They trooped to the bathroom, and then had a ball making Gecko visible to the world once again.

*****

After half an hour of experimentation and trial and error, Liz's head was now fully visible, except for her eyes. A gloved hand tentatively went up to touch hers face.

"Wow, I sure have changed, a few months on the street will sure do that to a girl." For Liz, once fully visible, was revealed to be gaunt cheeked with hunger and almost painfully skinny. "But there is still a slight problem," The hand now gestured towards her eye's, "People can see right through my head."

"Hmmm.wait a minute, I've got an idea." Jean left the bathroom and started to rummage around in a duffel bag. Pulling something out, she returned and plopped something on Liz's nose.

Startled, Liz looked in the mirror and saw a pair of ruby-red wraparound sunglasses. Puzzled, she looked at Jean.

"They're Scott's backup pair, he always carries them around incase something happens to his first pair. He's not using them right now, so I don't see anything wrong with you using them."

"They're perfect!" Liz jumped up and wrapped her arms around Jean in a big bear hug, her stomach growled, a long low sound ending in an abrupt high note.

Both of them looked at her stomach in shock and laughed and headed down to meet Logan and Scott for dinner.

TBC