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.

In front of so much reviews I couldn't refuse to update !, I notice I have a lot of review when the update is long to come…but I'm happy to have my computer again

Thanks for the ones who have reviewed, Aimtbj, Lexan,Slicky, and Kim direct :

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And believe my, there'll be a lot of cliff-anger MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! lol

On hearing the Professor arriving, the young woman raised her face streaming with tears at him.

- "…I…I'm sorry…I couldn't…"

- "I know Jean "he answered, coming closer to her "You don't have to apologize"

This didn't settle down her tears. Damned wheelchair and damned legs ! He'd love so much to be able to hold her against him like a father would've done, but he couldn't.

- "When I think I have insisted myself in order to make you agree to assist to this reception" said Charles "If I had known there would be a couple of future parents, I would have prepared you to it"

Jean slowly shook her head.

- "…No, it's up to me to bear it…I've to learn to accept this kind of things…but it's so hard…Scott…"

- "Yes, Scott would have loved to be near you, he would have given everything to accompany the pregnancy of your child, but the fate has wanted something else" made Charles in a voice filled of compassion "You will learn again how to live Jean, I know it."

He smiled at her and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked at him and softly nodded without real conviction before she was slightly startled and changed her hand of place on her abdomen by giving the wan ghost of a smile.

- "The baby has just given me another kick"

- "Can I… ? "

Jean understood immediately what he was asking and nodded by drying her tears.

- "Of course, wait…" she made by raising on her feet to sat down on a chair, at Charles' height "This'll be more comfortable for you like this" she said before taking the hand of the man she considered as her father since all these years, and putting it on her abdomen, where the last kick had been given.

Like if the baby knew he had an audience, he reproduced his little choreography and the Professor smiled widely when he felt it under his palm, like he had done the first time.

- "He moves a lot those days"

- "Yeah, overall during the night…" nodded Jean.

Wolverine made his appearance in the room.

- "Ah you're here; we're gonna leave for the walk around the park" he told before addressing a protective glance at Jean "ya'll be all right ? ya know, you're not obliged to…"

- "No, it'll be fine" she cut him "…I've to get used to it and I need to take him out now and then and let him hear the exterior sounds" she added, referring to her baby by stroking her abdomen.

Actually, she had also gone out during the previous week to accompany Hank and his zoological-class at the city's wildlife park, under Ororo's insistence who wanted absolutely to make her go out of the Institute for a while; but they knew she had only said that as a pretext to her own motivation, all she did since Scott's death, she did it for her future child.

This week, Jean wasn't well. It's bound to say that the previous week, the one which had followed the reception, had been rich in difficult events for the young woman and her moral had been affected by it. At first, there had had the day where Scott's birthday should've taken place; this day, Jean had stayed in her bedroom and remained relatively silent during the following ones. Three days later, as emotionally Jean already wasn't set fair, a new plane-crash happened in the same State than the one having cost Scott's life and she had to be in the room when the flash-info had been broadcasted on TV, without forgetting to recall the flight TCA2413's crash and to show pictures again. Jean's reaction had been immediate and having said that, Logan and Ororo had even feared that she'd faint as much she had turned pale before beginning to tremble. They had hastened to switch off the set and to help the young woman to sit down to recover from her emotions.

The nights which were melting away henceforth were only a succession of nightmares and it was rare that Jean fell asleep for a peaceful sleep. An evening, at the beginning of this week, the professors and the students were gathered together in one of the common-rooms to watch a movie. The number of armchairs and sofas was plentiful, and Jean laid down on one of the couch, letting herself be soothed by the ambient sounds.

When the TV program ended, Ororo signalled to the others not to make any noise, indicating the sleeping young woman by a move of her head. The students wished them good-night in a deep voice and went to bed, leaving the professors in a dilemma:

- "What do we do ?" asked Logan "Should I carry her to her bedroom ?"

Professor Xavier shook his head.

- "No, this would wake her. We will let her sleep here, this sofa is comfortable and this time she's not having bad dreams" he said after having slightly brushed Jean's mind.

- "All right" approved Storm by coming closer for softly laying a cover on her best friend, the woollen blanket fitting the maternal figure of the young woman.

All of them left the room to go to bed at their turn.

Some hours later, Logan got up in the middle of the night to have a beer and make his usual inspection and, with his hyper-sensitive hearing, it wasn't long before he was informed that Jean was no longer sleeping peacefully. When he entered in the room, he discovered a telepath trembling and moaning in her sleep, the cover had fallen onto the ground a long time ago; he went up to wake her up, but hadn't had the time to.

- "SCOTT !!"

Jean woke up with a start, panting. She put her hands on her belly, letting the other slide on her face like to chase these images away. Seeming shaken, she pivoted to find herself sat, her back against the sofa, her kneels pulled back against herself.

- "You're gonna be fine ?"

Jean startled upon hearing Logan's voice, she hadn't noticed him, and as a matter of fact, it's only now that she realised she wasn't in her bedroom.

- "Hey, it's just me" made Wolverine in one of his softest tone before repeating "You're gonna be fine ?"

- "Have I really a choice…?" answered Jean without hardness before shutting her eyes and sighing deeply.

- "Another nightmare about Scott ?" asked Logan by sitting on the edge of the sofa.

Jean slightly nodded and swept away a tear which had forced its way down one of her cheeks. Logan put an arm around her shoulders and softly drew her closer, Jean didn't resist and put her head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes fixed into space. She knew he wasn't the kind who showed his affection, even for her who had achieved to soften his bad temper since she came to the Institute some fifteen years before, as she only was a little girl. Since, she had grown up and had become a woman who will become a mother in some months, he had remained the same as much physically than inwardly.

Logan said nothing for a while, before ending by asking:

- "Do ya want to talk about it ?"

- "No"

- "Do ya want a glass of water or somethin' else ?"

This time she agreed, Logan nodded and got up to go and fetch the drink as Jean was retrieving the cover by telekinesis and wrapping herself in it, stroking her belly, the glance sad.

R&R please, the more I get, the sooner I'll update.