A/N: Thanks for reviewing Trunksblue and X-TREME-X23! I grrrreatly appreciate the feedback. I don't think X-23 is gonna make it in the fic since I started this way before she even made it in Evo. So, sorry 'bout that. But I'll think 'bout her bein' in a flashback....Dunno how old she'd be though, since it's AU an' I screwed with the ages. Heh. ;P
Chapter 13: Insomniacs Anonymous
By morning Jean had had a restful night's sleep while Logan had none. She opened her eyes slowly, craning her neck and shifting so she could look up at him. "Hey." Jean smiled, then yawned and sat up, her feet hanging over the side of the medical bed. "Did you get any sleep?" She asked seriously, noticing Logan's hands were still trembling slightly and the heart monitor still beeped steadily and somewhat fast.
"Yeah." He lied, clearing his throat and trying to smile at her.
Jean frowned at the fabrication. She could see through that lie without even using her powers. "You didn't get any sleep did you?" She asked, her voice laced with concern and she removed the wires from the monitor.
Logan smirked slightly, though obviously fatigued. "Ya know me too well darlin'." He sighed, letting his feet fall to the opposite side of the bed as he stood and stretched.
Glancing over at the med lab's clock, Jean padded slowly towards the door, Logan following. She stopped out in the hall and looked over at him. "I'm gonna go talk to Hank okay? Don't stray too far." She smiled faintly, taking his hand as she kissed him, then pulled back and walked off toward the elevator.
"I won't. I'm jus' goin' ta check up on Jack, then I'll be in the kitchen." He followed her to the elevator, then they both rode to the upper levels and parted ways.
"Hank?" Jean called, peering into the Cerebro room where the door was wide open.
"Oh, good morning Jean." Hank turned from the machine and smiled, fiddling with some computer-like keys. "I was just trying out Cerebro's new camera capabilities so we can have video conversations with those on Muir Island." He noticed the worried expression on her face and stepped forward, taking off a pair of glasses and adjusting the top buttons of his shirt. "What can I do for you dear Jean? How did last night go?"
"With some difficulty." Jean admitted, gaze drifting off to the side as she absently hugged herself. "Logan had another violent nightmare. He almost....well, Jack almost got caught in the middle of it." She frowned, then looked up at Hank, his look encouraging her to go on. "He was going through withdrawal, like you said might happen. His hands were shaking, he felt kind of sick, and he was sweating. He seemed pretty weak too, but I don't think he wanted me to know."
"Mm hmm." Hank nodded, one clawed furry hand holding his chin. He sighed. "Was he able to get back to sleep?"
"No." Jean shook her head. "I brought him down to the med lab, gave him some water, hooked up the monitors like you told me. I ended up falling asleep, but he didn't. This morning when I got up he was awake, his hands were still shaking but not as much as before. His heart was still a little quicker than normal too." She frowned, her eyebrows furrowed as she ran a hand through her thick red hair. "I feel so helpless Hank, I don't know what to do."
Beast moved closer, putting a friendly hand on her shoulder. "Try talking to him. Something had to have triggered the nightmares." He smiled kindly. "Come with me to the med lab. I'll give him a high dose of regular sedatives for now. They won't last too long with his healing factor, but atleast they'll knock him out for an hour or so."
Jean gave him a quizical look. "But regular sedatives won't prevent his nightmares will they?"
"No, I'm afraid not." Hank shook his head. "But atleast this will allow me to test a theory that these nightmares, or memories, only plague Logan in the nightly hours."
"Oh ok." Jean just nodded and began following Beast back to the med lab where she'd just came from.
As Logan was walking down the hall where most of the residents slept, Jubilee turned a corner with a familiar little wolf-boy trailing behind.
"Daddy!!" Jack cried with a grin, racing toward his father.
Logan smiled for his son, despite what he was feeling. "Hey Mad Jack." He bent down as the 5 year old leapt into his arms and he lifted him up, ruffling his soft, messy hair.
"There you are Wolvie." Jubilee exclaimed with her hands on her yellow, pajama-clad hips. "He came runnin' into my room at seven when he couldn't find his Mom and Dad." She shook her head, staring accusingly at Logan with a yawn.
"Sorry 'bout that Jubes." Logan partly smiled, setting Jack down on the ground but still holding the boy's hand. He scratched the back of his head absently with his free hand.
"Where were you guys?" Jubilee asked, her brows creased in curiosity. She noticed the slight shaking of his hand when it rested back against his side, the other being swung back and forth by Jack, but didn't say anything.
"Uh..med lab." Logan replied gruffly as he cleared his throat, then turned and began walking back down the hall with his son.
Not questioning his answer further, Jubilee watched as he walked away, giving a snort of laughter. "Hey Wolvie, ya might wanna put on somethin' b'sides your shorts if ya plan on heading downstairs."
Stopping short, though Jack continued to tug on his arm, Logan realized he was just in his boxers and shrugged. He didn't care about his attire, but if someone else was gonna be bothered by it, he supposed he could change. "Hang on a sec Jack." Logan backtracked a few steps, then walked into his room and wandered toward one of the drawers, yanking it open and taking out a pair of sweat shorts.
Jack waited at the door, bouncing from foot to foot anxiously. "C'mon Daddy, huwwy up." He grinned, flashing his pointy canines.
"Ahright, I'm comin' kiddo." Logan mumbled, pulling on the shorts and heading back into the hall where Jack snatched his hand and began dragging him to the stairs.
Jean was already down in the kitchen eating the breakfast that Ororo had made when Logan came in with Jack.
"Mommy I want owscream." Jack grinned widely as he hopped up in a chair.
Jean laughed. "That's 'ice cream' sweety. And no, you can't have that for breakfast."
Ororo watched with a smile as she scooped some eggs from a pan and put them on one of Jack's plates; the ones with Scooby Doo on them. She brought the plate to the table and set it down in front of the little boy. "Here you go Jack."
"Thank you 'Roro." Jack smiled, taking the fork she handed him and taking a big bite of egg.
Logan ruffled his son's hair, then ambled toward the refrigerator. "Ya want chocolate milk, orange juice, or apple juice kiddo?" He asked, standing in front of the fridge with the door wide open.
"Chocowate milk!"
"Would you like some coffee Logan? I just made a fresh pot." Ororo asked as she filled her own mug with coffee, glancing to the door as Evan ran in to the kitchen and took a seat next to Jack.
"Sure, thanks 'Ro." Logan thankfully accepted her offer as he got his son a sippy cup of chocolate milk and set it on the table.
Returning to the big table, Ororo passed Logan his coffee, set her own mug down, and handed her nephew a plate of eggs and hash browns.
"Thanks Auntie O." Evan began digging into his food and was about to get up for a glass of milk when Logan set a glass in front of him. The nineteen year old smiled. "Thanks Logan."
"No problem kid." He said gruffly as he sat down next to Jean.
Evan leaned to his side, looking over Jack's plate as he picked through his eggs. He made a funny face, then jokingly pointed at the 5 year old's food and said, "Hey, how come he gets the Scooby Doo plate?"
Jack playfully stuck his tongue out at Evan. "'Cuz yer not special." He grinned, flashing his little fangs before focusing back on his food.
Ororo, Logan, and Jean all laughed.
"Oh," Evan said, feigning disappointment. Then he shrugged and smiled. "Eh, I thought that might be it." He winked at Jack then continued eating.
A/N-I'm not special either......i don't have Scooby plates!!!! :::cries and falls on the floor::: ahhh...ok i'm done whinin' now. PUH-LEEZ REVIEW!!!
Chapter 13: Insomniacs Anonymous
By morning Jean had had a restful night's sleep while Logan had none. She opened her eyes slowly, craning her neck and shifting so she could look up at him. "Hey." Jean smiled, then yawned and sat up, her feet hanging over the side of the medical bed. "Did you get any sleep?" She asked seriously, noticing Logan's hands were still trembling slightly and the heart monitor still beeped steadily and somewhat fast.
"Yeah." He lied, clearing his throat and trying to smile at her.
Jean frowned at the fabrication. She could see through that lie without even using her powers. "You didn't get any sleep did you?" She asked, her voice laced with concern and she removed the wires from the monitor.
Logan smirked slightly, though obviously fatigued. "Ya know me too well darlin'." He sighed, letting his feet fall to the opposite side of the bed as he stood and stretched.
Glancing over at the med lab's clock, Jean padded slowly towards the door, Logan following. She stopped out in the hall and looked over at him. "I'm gonna go talk to Hank okay? Don't stray too far." She smiled faintly, taking his hand as she kissed him, then pulled back and walked off toward the elevator.
"I won't. I'm jus' goin' ta check up on Jack, then I'll be in the kitchen." He followed her to the elevator, then they both rode to the upper levels and parted ways.
"Hank?" Jean called, peering into the Cerebro room where the door was wide open.
"Oh, good morning Jean." Hank turned from the machine and smiled, fiddling with some computer-like keys. "I was just trying out Cerebro's new camera capabilities so we can have video conversations with those on Muir Island." He noticed the worried expression on her face and stepped forward, taking off a pair of glasses and adjusting the top buttons of his shirt. "What can I do for you dear Jean? How did last night go?"
"With some difficulty." Jean admitted, gaze drifting off to the side as she absently hugged herself. "Logan had another violent nightmare. He almost....well, Jack almost got caught in the middle of it." She frowned, then looked up at Hank, his look encouraging her to go on. "He was going through withdrawal, like you said might happen. His hands were shaking, he felt kind of sick, and he was sweating. He seemed pretty weak too, but I don't think he wanted me to know."
"Mm hmm." Hank nodded, one clawed furry hand holding his chin. He sighed. "Was he able to get back to sleep?"
"No." Jean shook her head. "I brought him down to the med lab, gave him some water, hooked up the monitors like you told me. I ended up falling asleep, but he didn't. This morning when I got up he was awake, his hands were still shaking but not as much as before. His heart was still a little quicker than normal too." She frowned, her eyebrows furrowed as she ran a hand through her thick red hair. "I feel so helpless Hank, I don't know what to do."
Beast moved closer, putting a friendly hand on her shoulder. "Try talking to him. Something had to have triggered the nightmares." He smiled kindly. "Come with me to the med lab. I'll give him a high dose of regular sedatives for now. They won't last too long with his healing factor, but atleast they'll knock him out for an hour or so."
Jean gave him a quizical look. "But regular sedatives won't prevent his nightmares will they?"
"No, I'm afraid not." Hank shook his head. "But atleast this will allow me to test a theory that these nightmares, or memories, only plague Logan in the nightly hours."
"Oh ok." Jean just nodded and began following Beast back to the med lab where she'd just came from.
As Logan was walking down the hall where most of the residents slept, Jubilee turned a corner with a familiar little wolf-boy trailing behind.
"Daddy!!" Jack cried with a grin, racing toward his father.
Logan smiled for his son, despite what he was feeling. "Hey Mad Jack." He bent down as the 5 year old leapt into his arms and he lifted him up, ruffling his soft, messy hair.
"There you are Wolvie." Jubilee exclaimed with her hands on her yellow, pajama-clad hips. "He came runnin' into my room at seven when he couldn't find his Mom and Dad." She shook her head, staring accusingly at Logan with a yawn.
"Sorry 'bout that Jubes." Logan partly smiled, setting Jack down on the ground but still holding the boy's hand. He scratched the back of his head absently with his free hand.
"Where were you guys?" Jubilee asked, her brows creased in curiosity. She noticed the slight shaking of his hand when it rested back against his side, the other being swung back and forth by Jack, but didn't say anything.
"Uh..med lab." Logan replied gruffly as he cleared his throat, then turned and began walking back down the hall with his son.
Not questioning his answer further, Jubilee watched as he walked away, giving a snort of laughter. "Hey Wolvie, ya might wanna put on somethin' b'sides your shorts if ya plan on heading downstairs."
Stopping short, though Jack continued to tug on his arm, Logan realized he was just in his boxers and shrugged. He didn't care about his attire, but if someone else was gonna be bothered by it, he supposed he could change. "Hang on a sec Jack." Logan backtracked a few steps, then walked into his room and wandered toward one of the drawers, yanking it open and taking out a pair of sweat shorts.
Jack waited at the door, bouncing from foot to foot anxiously. "C'mon Daddy, huwwy up." He grinned, flashing his pointy canines.
"Ahright, I'm comin' kiddo." Logan mumbled, pulling on the shorts and heading back into the hall where Jack snatched his hand and began dragging him to the stairs.
Jean was already down in the kitchen eating the breakfast that Ororo had made when Logan came in with Jack.
"Mommy I want owscream." Jack grinned widely as he hopped up in a chair.
Jean laughed. "That's 'ice cream' sweety. And no, you can't have that for breakfast."
Ororo watched with a smile as she scooped some eggs from a pan and put them on one of Jack's plates; the ones with Scooby Doo on them. She brought the plate to the table and set it down in front of the little boy. "Here you go Jack."
"Thank you 'Roro." Jack smiled, taking the fork she handed him and taking a big bite of egg.
Logan ruffled his son's hair, then ambled toward the refrigerator. "Ya want chocolate milk, orange juice, or apple juice kiddo?" He asked, standing in front of the fridge with the door wide open.
"Chocowate milk!"
"Would you like some coffee Logan? I just made a fresh pot." Ororo asked as she filled her own mug with coffee, glancing to the door as Evan ran in to the kitchen and took a seat next to Jack.
"Sure, thanks 'Ro." Logan thankfully accepted her offer as he got his son a sippy cup of chocolate milk and set it on the table.
Returning to the big table, Ororo passed Logan his coffee, set her own mug down, and handed her nephew a plate of eggs and hash browns.
"Thanks Auntie O." Evan began digging into his food and was about to get up for a glass of milk when Logan set a glass in front of him. The nineteen year old smiled. "Thanks Logan."
"No problem kid." He said gruffly as he sat down next to Jean.
Evan leaned to his side, looking over Jack's plate as he picked through his eggs. He made a funny face, then jokingly pointed at the 5 year old's food and said, "Hey, how come he gets the Scooby Doo plate?"
Jack playfully stuck his tongue out at Evan. "'Cuz yer not special." He grinned, flashing his little fangs before focusing back on his food.
Ororo, Logan, and Jean all laughed.
"Oh," Evan said, feigning disappointment. Then he shrugged and smiled. "Eh, I thought that might be it." He winked at Jack then continued eating.
A/N-I'm not special either......i don't have Scooby plates!!!! :::cries and falls on the floor::: ahhh...ok i'm done whinin' now. PUH-LEEZ REVIEW!!!