Please, remember that I'm French so I had to translate the whole fic before making correct it (thanks to ET and Double27) and mistakes always goes through.

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- "Yeah !" added one man by catching a bottle by the neck "We're gonna teach you to…"

A strange metallic sound and the grumbling and threatening voice of the newcomer suddenly cut them:

- "The first one who touches her I change him into capriccio !!"

The clients' eyes settled on the blades which seemed directly went from the stranger's fists. They moved back with precaution as Logan was coming closer to the counter. The barman, less proud in front of a sober and visibly angry mutant, tried a move toward his shot gun hooked behind him, but this attempt didn't escape from Wolverine's watchfulness:

- "I don't recommend this to ya bub !" he threatened in a grumble by pointing at him with his claws before doing the same toward the other man " And ya, release this bottle before I become irritable!"

The two men obeyed. In a fraction of seconds Logan pulled in his blades and put a glance half-worried, half-upset on the young woman who he was came to fetch, and who was collapsed on the counter, obviously completely drunk :

- "Jean ?"

- "Mmmh…" she muttered.

Wolverine's eyes swept the counter, saw the bottle and read the label: Cognac.

- "How many glasses has she drunk ?" he asked the barman as two pints of beer crashed on the ground like if it had been pushed by an invisible hand.

A death silent answered to him. However hard this mutant was alone against all of them, something was telling them that they better have to keep theirs distances.

- "How many has she drunk ??!" Logan insisted in a lower voice.

- "I dunno…five or six….she bought the bottle" answered the barman in a bad assured voice.

- "Oh man..." he said, raising his eyebrows before helping the young woman to stand up, slipping her arm around his shoulders and sustaining her by the waist "Come on Jean, time to go home"

- "But who…who's gonna pay the damage ??" asked the barman, briefly recovering his self-control.

Logan thought a moment; in Jean's state he only could bring her back by car…

- "Ok bub, ya see the motorbike outside ? it's mine. If nobody has touched it at my return ya'll receive compensation; but otherwise, I wouldn't answer for my acts, get it ?"

The barman nodded, better not to ask too much. Logan grumbled and darted a last glance dissuading him of any ill-intentioned attempt before beginning to make his way with a Jean who couldn't stand upright anymore.

- "Hey, stay with me Red !" he said by tightening his grip around her waist as she was almost collapsed.

- "…It's turning…….I feel ill……"

- "No wonder with all ya've drunk…" he answered to her, nevertheless delighted to hear her voice again.

They had only just gone out that Jean was throwing up.

- "That's better ?"

- "Hum…" she slightly nodded before rectifying "No…" as she was starting for another turn.

Once stabilized, Logan sustained her toward Scott's car which he had spotted in his coming, opened the door and settled her before putting her seatbelt for her. He quickly noticed the key in one pocket of the young woman's vest and seized them.

The headache kept on piercing Jean' skull; she felt emptier than never and stayed between consciousness and unconsciousness during all the way back to the Institute.

Seeing the return of Scott's car, Ororo firstly thought it was Jean who was driving it, but the Professor put her right some times before Logan'shape stood out on the driver' side ; quickly, the vehicle was parked in front of them.

- "Jean ! Is she hurt ?" enquired Storm by seeing the young woman, eyes shut, the head leaning against the edge of the door.

- "Nah, she just got drunk" answered Wolverine walking to the passenger's side to lift Jean out of her seat before taking her in his arms.

- "Oh…alcohol disagrees with her"

- "This kind of drink and her kind of powers don't get along well" explained the Professor with a concerned tone "She could have lost control …"

- "According to what I've understood, that's what betrayed her" declared Logan as he arrived at Charles' level and was beginning to crossed the hall, Jean still in his arms. "The Bar's clients where I found her didn't seem to like the fact she had thrown one of their mates through the place…"

- "My gosh, it was by chance you've arrived, it's not in this state that she could have defended herself" said Ororo, perfectly aware of what humans were able to do to a mutant if they believed to be in position of strength.

Some students were surprised to see Logan pass with a Jean Grey again unconscious, but they carried on their way on the demand of the Professor whereas Wolverine was answering to Storm.

- "Oh, don't be fooled; I think she was holdin' rather well despite all she had drunk; she was still lucid, sick, but lucid" said Logan before starting to climb the stairs, the Professor taking the way of the elevator to join them at the upper floor.

Once in front of Jean's room, Ororo opened the door and Logan went to lie her down on her bed.

- "She perfectly knew she can't tolerate the alcohol" said Storm with a sad look on her friend.

- "I doubt she thought a lot of what she was doin'" made noticed Wolverine.

Charles made his appearance:

- "I think that she was overall looking for comfort" he said "At least she won't do it again"

- "In any case, I know a woman who's gonna have a bad hangover…" said Logan.

Jean slightly moved in her sleep but stopped soon after having found the appeasing scent which Scott's pillow still contained.

To be continued….

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