Yes, I do know that Scott's eyes are brown, but Logan doesn't. He's just not the person who would care overly much about the colour of his 'friend's' eyes.... anyway, thanks for reviewing! Oh, and Angel LeeAnn, the same goes to you. This chapter is for the two of you.
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'How did you find me?' Jean asked blearily, still rather tired.
Scott's expression suddenly went from that of a happy, content man to a child who thought it had done something wrong..
'What is it?' She questioned, now more eager than ever to find out the answer.
'Well...' Scott was obviously upset with himself. Whatever he had done, he had not been happy about doing it. He was also extremely reluctant to tell her. 'I-'
'We.' Logan suddenly corrected. 'It was all of us.'
Jean raised an eyebrow at this- they had agreed on something?
Scott stared at Logan for a moment, but then nodded. 'We,' he amended, 'sort of put a tracking device on you. I know how determined you were not to make a fuss over that... incident, but...'
'It seems I was wrong, it was something to worry about. What I still don't understand is, why me?' Her husband sighed with something close to relief; he had honestly thought she would be angry with him for ignoring her request for him to shrug off the attack.
'I don't think it was you he wanted.' Logan muttered as four pairs of eyes riveted over to the bundle that lay sleeping in Jean's arms. 'He wanted him.' Wolverine added, voicing the thought that had come to everyone's mind.
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Xavier paced the halls of the school in his unique, not-really-pacing way. After all, a man who is bound to a wheelchair doesn't exactly have the ability to walk, let along walk back and forth.
Where could they possible be?
He knew they'd found Jean, for the tracking device he'd had implanted in her clothing had been disabled, as was the plan.
Unless her captor had found it.
But no, there it was again, a slight hum in the back of his mind. She wasn't far from where she'd been when he'd last noted it. Scott's voice suddenly rang in his ear, clear as if the man was standing right beside him.
'We've crash-landed, and Jean's delivered. I don't think we'll be able to get out of this on our own.' And, just like that, he was gone.
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'Logan, come help me up in the cockpit. Let's see if we can't get some of these systems up- there's no guarantee the Professor got our message.'
Scott smiled slightly at his white-haired friend, tanking her for getting him and Jean even a few minutes alone, despite the fact that he had a feeling Jean was going to ask him something he was not ready to answer.
Wolverine nodded and followed Ororo into the front.
Here it comes, Scott thought.
'We never decided on a middle name,' she commented quietly.
'I take it you've thought of one?' Of course she had, and he knew exactly what it was she was going to suggest.
'Look, I know you two have had your disagreements, but he did help bring our son into this world…' Scott looked away, towards the opening through which the man his wife was talking about had disappeared.
What could he say? "No, I'm jealous that he got to see my child's birth and I didn't?" Oh yes, that would go over well.
'Scott?'
Turning back to her, Cyclops smirked and nodded.
He'd just agreed to name his son after the one person he'd ever really disliked.
