Ororo woke to the sound of crying. Opening her eyes and slowly sitting up, she caught sight of a very surprised Logan and a smiling, if exhausted, Jean. Both were looking down at a gorgeous baby with bright red eyes- the colour of Scott's eye beams.

Speaking of Cyclops... 'Where's Scott?' Jean was asking, almost as if Storm's thoughts had led her to the question.

Logan, who was still stunned out of his mind, stood slowly as Ororo made her way over to them. 'Stay with those two, I'll find that dratted husband of her's.' And he was gone.

Storm took a seat next to her red-headed friend, findering that she herself was a little shocked. 'Let me get this straight,' she said. 'Logan, Wolverine, of all people, managed to help you deliver this little guy here?'

Jean smiled and nodded, then looked wearily up at Ororo. 'He's so small.' Her eyes drifted back towards her small bundle. 'Too small, even. I don't know if I should be worried or not.'

'I think he'll be fine. He has your stubborn streak, I'll bet.' Storm smiled. 'He's beautiful.' She added after a moment. Jean mearly nodded. 'What name did the two of you agree on?'

'Well, Vaughn was our first choice, but we never came up with a middle name...' A sparkle came to her eyes as she looked down at the child... her child.

'Why do I get the feeling that you've found one?'

There was no responce, and a few moments later both Jean and baby Vaughn were sound asleap.

Standing, Storm smiled down at the pair. It was obvious they were related, simply by the way the clung to each other. They both knew that they were a part of the other.

But Ororo had other things to worry about- like how they were going to get home with a big gaping hole in the jet.

'The Professor will NOT be happy.' She muttered as she set to work on the systems repairs.

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He'd delivered a baby. He still couldn't believe it, and things seemed a lot less real out there in the world of white snow, a desert that stretched out for as far as the eye could see.

No, that wasn't quite true. Logan could see a patch of brown dirt just off to his left. Picking up his pace, he headed towards that.

He found Scott's vosor before he was its owner, and it was only moments later that he was Amp. Both were laying in pools of melted snow, through which the underlaying earth could be seen.

'Scott, really. Can't you take out a guy without making a mess?' Logan muttered, placing the visor back onto his eyes. He then pocked his friend in the shoulder to wake him.

'What? Jean!' He cried, instantly sitting up.

Logan sighed. 'She's fine, as is that son of yours.'

'I have a son?' Scott asked, still a little dazed. Logan nodded, causing Cyclops to spontaneously thow his arms around him.

'Hey, back off. Just because I delivered your baby doesn't mean you can pull that hugging crap on me.'

Scott obliged and let him go. 'Sorry about that.' He said, and he seemed back to his normal, serious self; the I-only-tolerate-having-you-around-because-the-Professor-makes-me Scott. 'What about Storm?' He asked, agreeing with Wolverine that they ought to have an unspoken understanding: the hug never happened. 'Is she all right?'

'Yeah, she's with Jean now. Come on. Oh, interesting work on that Amp guy. Maybe next time you should try to keep this thing-' he pointed at Scott's visor '-firmly fixed to your head?'

'If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was almost a compliment.'

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So. Logan had delivered the baby. Scott was having a hard time dealing with this. A hard time accepting it. Though he hid it well, he was a little upset about having missed the birth of his first-born child.

But Logan had been there.

Worse yet, Logan had DELIVERED him.

They'd reached the Jet and Scott rushed in ahead of 'Wolverine', right to Jean's side. She was sleeping, but in her arms was the most amazing baby he had ever seen.

'He has your eyes.' Logan informed him.

'That may not be a good thing.' Scott muttered, and wondered why Logan had said anything at all.

There was a simple answer; because he was Logan.