Chapter 8: Dangers of Parenthood
Nearing the end of the night...
Beast, Kurt, Logan, and even Remy were all sporting looks of suprise, anger, defeat, and bafflement. Scott 'The Stiff' Summers had won nearly every game of poker that night. He was grinning madly, with all the other guys' money. Though it wasn't an incredible amount, (the guys were only playing with 1's and 5's) he had won.
Everyone else invited him to play because they knew he sucked at cards. Apparently tonight was his lucky night, or Scott had been fooling them all along. Something they would never know.
Scott smiled, looking around at all the grumpy faces. "Anyone for another round?"
Remy sighed, standing back from the table. "Das it fo' dis Cajun mon ami, I'm done fo' th'night." With that said, he solemly left the room, shaking his head in disbelief that he could loose so many times in one night.
Kurt and Beast stood up as well. "I'm out guys. I'm going to bed." With the *BAMF* of imploding air, the blue furred mutant was was gone.
Beast waved a goodbye to everyone, and as he started to walk past Logan's chair, he paused and placed a large furred hand on his friend's shoulder. "Are you feeling any better Logan?"
Logan just grunted and stood up. "Yeah, great Hank." He and Beast left the lower levels of the mansion and Scott to gather his winnings.
"Any of you guys wanna play tomorrow night?" Scott called with a bit of a smirk.
Logan and Beast just both glared back at him, and he smiled sheepishly and looked away.
Hank and Logan entered the elevator to go upstairs, neither really saying anything.
"Are you sure you're fine Logan?" Beast finally spoke up. He was concerned, but he also knew that Logan wasn't the type that liked to speak about himself much, or show any kind of weakness. Although, since having a family, that has changed a little bit.
Logan just sighed. "Look, I'm fine Hank. I think my senses and everything's back already anyway." That was a lie, but Beast didn't need to know that. Logan felt fine, but he also knew that his senses and healing factor weren't back all the way.
Hank just nodded, and when the elevator stopped upstairs, they went their seperate ways without another word.
When Sleepless in Seatle had ended, Kitty had joined Ororo, Rogue, and Jean and they all decided on having a chick flick fest since the guys were all in the basement playing poker all night.
They sat for hours watching Titanic, Runaway Bride, and My Best Friend's Wedding. By the begining of the last movie, all the woman were in tears besides Kitty, who had fallen asleep.
"Jean, yah think yah can pass me a tissue?" Rogue asked, sniffling, and reaching out for something to wipe her tears.
Logan walked into the room casually and leaned against the back of the sofa. He grunted, glancing from the screen to the bawling women. "What the hell're ya cryin' about?"
"You wouldn't get it Logan." Ororo told him, trying to hide her own tears. "It's a girl thing."
Logan just grunted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever 'Ro." He smirked.
Jean passed Rogue the tissue box and reached up a hand, waving at Logan. "Hey babe. Did you win?"
He grunted. "Don't ask." Logan looked down at Kitty's sleeping form, curled up in the corner of the couch. "Where's Jubes?"
"She and Evan are watching a movie in the playroom. Jubilee said she'd check up on Jack in about an hour, you know how he likes to sneak out of bed."
Logan nodded and started to walk away. "Ahright, well I'm goin' ta bed. You chicks have fun." He winked slyly. "Don't cry yerselves dry now."
Jean looked back at her husband as he started toward the stairs. "Logan, don't forget your pills."
"Yeah, I know." He waved a hand back at Jean and climbed the stairs to his room. 'Cripes, does the whole friggin' mansion gotta know about me takin' pills now?' Logan didn't really want to take more medicine to dull his senses again, but the more he took the pills, the sooner his body would get used to it so the effects wouldn't last into the next morning.
About an hour later, Jubilee rushed into Logan and Jean's room in a panic. She flicked on the lights, nearly yelling. "Logan!" She ran towards the bed and started shaking him to get him up. "C'mon Wolvie, GET UP!" She shook him harder, sending tiny *pafs* infront of his eyes to wake him up.
Unfortunately, Logan's medication had knocked him right out, but atleast this time he'd gotten into bed before taking it. His eyes were closed and he had been in a deep sleep, but the backs of his eyelids were flashing brightly and there was muffled yelling in his ears and he felt like he was in an earthquake.
"C'mon, GET UP! Jack's in trouble! You're the closest one around, Wolvie GET UP!" Jubilee yelled at him frantically.
Upon hearing that his son was in trouble, Logan's eyes shot open and he groaned, woozily sitting up. His vision was blurred from the medication and he tried to focus on the visibly upset Jubilee. "Jubes...what's wrong? What happened with Jack?!"
Jubilee continued shaking him, until he stood up. "I just fell asleep for a second, Evan already went back to his room and, I went to check on Jack....and he wasn't in bed, and I-I heard a scream...his window was open, and...Wolvie he's stuck on the roof!"
"What?!" Logan started wobily racing out of the room in just a pair of shorts. He still couldn't focus straight, and all he thought of that moment was getting his son.
Jubilee noticed Logan was pretty shaky on his feet, but figured it was due to sleepiness. She had no idea about the medication and what it did to him. She took his arm and rushed out of the room, taking him next door to Jack's.
They peered out the window, craning their necks to look up. Logan saw a blurry brown fuzzball through the darkness, sitting on the peak of the roof with his arms wrapped tightly around his legs.
"Daddy!" Jack cried, when he saw Logan stick his head out the window.
"Hang on Jack, Daddy's comin' kiddo."
Jack started to stand up and slipped on the angled roof. "AHHH!" The little boy yelped.
"JACK!" Logan started to climb out onto the roof himself. He hurried as fast as he could in the state he was in, noticing now that his little boy was barely clinging to the side of the roof.
"Ohmigod! Wolvie, can ya see him?" Jubilee cried nervously, trying to look out the window while Logan climbed out of it.
"He's hangin' on Jubes, but barely. Go'n get Jean, an' hurry." Logan watched Jubilee race out of the room as he pulled himself up on the roof. He was fighting off dizzyness, fatigue, and blurred vision as it was, not to mention that his healing and senses were shot from the meds. Logan hoped he'd be able to reach Jack in time, and that Jean would get there in time to help them both.
A/N-More to come! If you want it...;P Pleeeeeaaaaaaasssssseeeeee REVIEW! For Jack and Wolvie, pwease?! Otherwise, they might be stuck on that roof forever. ;P
Nearing the end of the night...
Beast, Kurt, Logan, and even Remy were all sporting looks of suprise, anger, defeat, and bafflement. Scott 'The Stiff' Summers had won nearly every game of poker that night. He was grinning madly, with all the other guys' money. Though it wasn't an incredible amount, (the guys were only playing with 1's and 5's) he had won.
Everyone else invited him to play because they knew he sucked at cards. Apparently tonight was his lucky night, or Scott had been fooling them all along. Something they would never know.
Scott smiled, looking around at all the grumpy faces. "Anyone for another round?"
Remy sighed, standing back from the table. "Das it fo' dis Cajun mon ami, I'm done fo' th'night." With that said, he solemly left the room, shaking his head in disbelief that he could loose so many times in one night.
Kurt and Beast stood up as well. "I'm out guys. I'm going to bed." With the *BAMF* of imploding air, the blue furred mutant was was gone.
Beast waved a goodbye to everyone, and as he started to walk past Logan's chair, he paused and placed a large furred hand on his friend's shoulder. "Are you feeling any better Logan?"
Logan just grunted and stood up. "Yeah, great Hank." He and Beast left the lower levels of the mansion and Scott to gather his winnings.
"Any of you guys wanna play tomorrow night?" Scott called with a bit of a smirk.
Logan and Beast just both glared back at him, and he smiled sheepishly and looked away.
Hank and Logan entered the elevator to go upstairs, neither really saying anything.
"Are you sure you're fine Logan?" Beast finally spoke up. He was concerned, but he also knew that Logan wasn't the type that liked to speak about himself much, or show any kind of weakness. Although, since having a family, that has changed a little bit.
Logan just sighed. "Look, I'm fine Hank. I think my senses and everything's back already anyway." That was a lie, but Beast didn't need to know that. Logan felt fine, but he also knew that his senses and healing factor weren't back all the way.
Hank just nodded, and when the elevator stopped upstairs, they went their seperate ways without another word.
When Sleepless in Seatle had ended, Kitty had joined Ororo, Rogue, and Jean and they all decided on having a chick flick fest since the guys were all in the basement playing poker all night.
They sat for hours watching Titanic, Runaway Bride, and My Best Friend's Wedding. By the begining of the last movie, all the woman were in tears besides Kitty, who had fallen asleep.
"Jean, yah think yah can pass me a tissue?" Rogue asked, sniffling, and reaching out for something to wipe her tears.
Logan walked into the room casually and leaned against the back of the sofa. He grunted, glancing from the screen to the bawling women. "What the hell're ya cryin' about?"
"You wouldn't get it Logan." Ororo told him, trying to hide her own tears. "It's a girl thing."
Logan just grunted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever 'Ro." He smirked.
Jean passed Rogue the tissue box and reached up a hand, waving at Logan. "Hey babe. Did you win?"
He grunted. "Don't ask." Logan looked down at Kitty's sleeping form, curled up in the corner of the couch. "Where's Jubes?"
"She and Evan are watching a movie in the playroom. Jubilee said she'd check up on Jack in about an hour, you know how he likes to sneak out of bed."
Logan nodded and started to walk away. "Ahright, well I'm goin' ta bed. You chicks have fun." He winked slyly. "Don't cry yerselves dry now."
Jean looked back at her husband as he started toward the stairs. "Logan, don't forget your pills."
"Yeah, I know." He waved a hand back at Jean and climbed the stairs to his room. 'Cripes, does the whole friggin' mansion gotta know about me takin' pills now?' Logan didn't really want to take more medicine to dull his senses again, but the more he took the pills, the sooner his body would get used to it so the effects wouldn't last into the next morning.
About an hour later, Jubilee rushed into Logan and Jean's room in a panic. She flicked on the lights, nearly yelling. "Logan!" She ran towards the bed and started shaking him to get him up. "C'mon Wolvie, GET UP!" She shook him harder, sending tiny *pafs* infront of his eyes to wake him up.
Unfortunately, Logan's medication had knocked him right out, but atleast this time he'd gotten into bed before taking it. His eyes were closed and he had been in a deep sleep, but the backs of his eyelids were flashing brightly and there was muffled yelling in his ears and he felt like he was in an earthquake.
"C'mon, GET UP! Jack's in trouble! You're the closest one around, Wolvie GET UP!" Jubilee yelled at him frantically.
Upon hearing that his son was in trouble, Logan's eyes shot open and he groaned, woozily sitting up. His vision was blurred from the medication and he tried to focus on the visibly upset Jubilee. "Jubes...what's wrong? What happened with Jack?!"
Jubilee continued shaking him, until he stood up. "I just fell asleep for a second, Evan already went back to his room and, I went to check on Jack....and he wasn't in bed, and I-I heard a scream...his window was open, and...Wolvie he's stuck on the roof!"
"What?!" Logan started wobily racing out of the room in just a pair of shorts. He still couldn't focus straight, and all he thought of that moment was getting his son.
Jubilee noticed Logan was pretty shaky on his feet, but figured it was due to sleepiness. She had no idea about the medication and what it did to him. She took his arm and rushed out of the room, taking him next door to Jack's.
They peered out the window, craning their necks to look up. Logan saw a blurry brown fuzzball through the darkness, sitting on the peak of the roof with his arms wrapped tightly around his legs.
"Daddy!" Jack cried, when he saw Logan stick his head out the window.
"Hang on Jack, Daddy's comin' kiddo."
Jack started to stand up and slipped on the angled roof. "AHHH!" The little boy yelped.
"JACK!" Logan started to climb out onto the roof himself. He hurried as fast as he could in the state he was in, noticing now that his little boy was barely clinging to the side of the roof.
"Ohmigod! Wolvie, can ya see him?" Jubilee cried nervously, trying to look out the window while Logan climbed out of it.
"He's hangin' on Jubes, but barely. Go'n get Jean, an' hurry." Logan watched Jubilee race out of the room as he pulled himself up on the roof. He was fighting off dizzyness, fatigue, and blurred vision as it was, not to mention that his healing and senses were shot from the meds. Logan hoped he'd be able to reach Jack in time, and that Jean would get there in time to help them both.
A/N-More to come! If you want it...;P Pleeeeeaaaaaaasssssseeeeee REVIEW! For Jack and Wolvie, pwease?! Otherwise, they might be stuck on that roof forever. ;P