A/N: Thanks again Trunksblue and X-TREME-X23, and new reviewer, ScarletDawn. ::passes out cookies:::
Here are the ages in case anyone wants reminding. Also, I've added the ages for Evan, Kitty, Hank, Ororo, and Scott.
Jean-35, Logan-about 36-37, Remy-36, Rogue-33, Kurt-24, and Jubilee-22, Evan-19, Kitty-20, Hank-38, Ororo-35, Scott-36
Chapter 14: Aliens and Babysitters
Jean wandered into the rec room after breakfast with Hank when she'd seen Logan head in there. He was sitting on the couch watching the TV and looking as though he was going to drop dead with exhaustion, but couldn't or wouldn't allow himself to sleep. "Hey Logan?" Jean called, gaining his attention as she and Beast walked over.
"Hm? What's up?" He asked, turning to stare at her quizically. The dark circles around his eyes made him look as though he'd been sick for a long time, or like he hadn't slept in a decade.
Jean nodded toward Hank, allowing him to explain.
Beast was holding a small nylon case by his side. "Jean told me you weren't able to sleep last night without the medication."
"Yeah..." Logan said slowly, staring at the case curiously.
Hank continued. "Well I suggest that you allow me to give you a large dose of regular sedatives, so you'll atleast be able to get an hour or so of sleep."
Logan absently scratched the back of his head, looking to Jean and then back to Hank. He knew his wife wanted to help him any way possible, and the look in her eyes told him that this would be for the best. "Ahright." He nodded, then shrugged and looked around. "We gonna do this here? Right now?"
"Yeah, it's alright Logan. The rest of us have training to take care of for the next few hours, and Hank offered to look after Jack." Jean smiled encouragingly, then slightly frowned, deciding not to tell her husband that the normal sedatives might not keep his nightmares at bay.
"Okay, what do ya want me ta do?" Logan asked as he sat there, rubbing at the scratchy stubble on his face.
"Just lay down and I'll give you the injection." Hank instructed as he began opening the little black nylon case and taking out a liquid-filled syringe.
Logan put his feet up on the couch and laid back, adjusting the pillows behind his head. He held his left arm out to the Doctor, exposing a vein on the underside of his elbow.
Hank knelt down and carefully injected the sedative into Logan's arm before stepping back and putting the needle away. "It shouldn't take long now." He said, glancing to Jean. "I guess I'd better track down young Jack." He half smiled, then waved as he left the room.
Jean sighed, sitting down on the edge of the armrest where Logan's head lay against some pillows. She smiled down at him as he looked up sleepily, then bent over and kissed his forehead. "Sleep well now." She whispered quietly, playing with a few errant strands of his hair as his lids easily grew heavy and he dozed off.
"Spyke over here!" Shadowcat hollered at her teammate, her head popping up from the danger room floor.
Spyke dove to avoid the holographic alien's tendrils, grasping Shadowcat's hand as she pulled him under the floor with her, just in time to miss being squashed by the alien's massive foot.
The two reappeared in the middle of a battle between Storm and an alien hologram that looked more like an oversized Hermit crab.
"Whoa!" Spyke gawked at the creature as he and Shadowcat unphased, before bone spikes emerged from his forearms and he flung them at the alien. "Ha! Take that sucker!"
"Ahh!" Storm let out a strangled yelp as tendrils wrapped around her throat and waist, yanking her out of the air once she'd taken flight.
A flash of a red beam came from across the danger room as Cyclops tactically blasted the alien's tenticles, forcing it to release Storm. "I've got you covered Storm." He smiled briefly, then turned to where Rogue was pinned beneath another hologram.
"I got dis one under control mon ami!" Gambit called as he planted his bo-staff into the back of a creature, leaping over it to his wife's rescue.
"'Bout time ya came ta help me Swamp-rat!" Rogue complained teasingly as she kicked the underside of the creature while her husband sent an explosive card into it's face. Rolling out from underneath it she sprang to her feet beside Gambit and brushed herself off.
Gambit just smiled charmingly and dodged a pair of tentacles from yet another alien.
"Mein Gott!" Nightcrawler gasped from the other side of the room, 'porting onto a creature's back as Jubilee blinded it with her pyrotechnics. The creature tried clawing at him to get him off it's back, striking the elf-like mutant in the chest and knocking him into the air.
"Nightcrawler!" Jubilee cried worriedly, knowing her friend had gotten the wind knocked out of him and wouldn't be able to teleport fast enough to miss crashing into the hard wall.
"I've got him!" Jean assured her, reaching out with her hands as she grabbed hold of Nightcrawler with her telekinesis. She carefully set him down on the ground, then used her power to slam the alien into the wall. "You alright Kurt?"
"Ja." He nodded slowly, rubbing at his chest and taking in a few deep breaths. "Thanks Jean."
She smiled, then looked up as a creature came flying by from Cyclops' optic blast, bone spikes from Evan sticking out of it's face.
"Jaaaack, oh young Jack, where are you??" Hank called as he crept down the halls in search of the little wolf-boy. He did have the child with him after everyone had gone into the danger room, but the little sneak took off on him again. Beast sighed as he entered another room without having found him.
Unbeknownst to Hank, Jack had been following him around the entire time. He'd taken precautions to keep far enough away so the Doctor wouldn't detect him though. The 5 year old was trying his best to contain his laughter, finding it incredibly amusing that Hank didn't know where he was.
As Beast passed through the kitchen, Jack got side-tracked and ambled toward the counter, climbing up and searching for the cookie jar. His green eyes widened and he grinned wolfishly when he spotted the jar on the counter beside the toaster. "Cookies." He said quietly, crawling across the counter and digging right into the jar. Jack sniffed at the delicious scent of chocolate chip cookies before taking a great big bite and smiling. He easily forgot about following Hank, leaving the big furry mutant to continue searching the entire mansion for him.
Here are the ages in case anyone wants reminding. Also, I've added the ages for Evan, Kitty, Hank, Ororo, and Scott.
Jean-35, Logan-about 36-37, Remy-36, Rogue-33, Kurt-24, and Jubilee-22, Evan-19, Kitty-20, Hank-38, Ororo-35, Scott-36
Chapter 14: Aliens and Babysitters
Jean wandered into the rec room after breakfast with Hank when she'd seen Logan head in there. He was sitting on the couch watching the TV and looking as though he was going to drop dead with exhaustion, but couldn't or wouldn't allow himself to sleep. "Hey Logan?" Jean called, gaining his attention as she and Beast walked over.
"Hm? What's up?" He asked, turning to stare at her quizically. The dark circles around his eyes made him look as though he'd been sick for a long time, or like he hadn't slept in a decade.
Jean nodded toward Hank, allowing him to explain.
Beast was holding a small nylon case by his side. "Jean told me you weren't able to sleep last night without the medication."
"Yeah..." Logan said slowly, staring at the case curiously.
Hank continued. "Well I suggest that you allow me to give you a large dose of regular sedatives, so you'll atleast be able to get an hour or so of sleep."
Logan absently scratched the back of his head, looking to Jean and then back to Hank. He knew his wife wanted to help him any way possible, and the look in her eyes told him that this would be for the best. "Ahright." He nodded, then shrugged and looked around. "We gonna do this here? Right now?"
"Yeah, it's alright Logan. The rest of us have training to take care of for the next few hours, and Hank offered to look after Jack." Jean smiled encouragingly, then slightly frowned, deciding not to tell her husband that the normal sedatives might not keep his nightmares at bay.
"Okay, what do ya want me ta do?" Logan asked as he sat there, rubbing at the scratchy stubble on his face.
"Just lay down and I'll give you the injection." Hank instructed as he began opening the little black nylon case and taking out a liquid-filled syringe.
Logan put his feet up on the couch and laid back, adjusting the pillows behind his head. He held his left arm out to the Doctor, exposing a vein on the underside of his elbow.
Hank knelt down and carefully injected the sedative into Logan's arm before stepping back and putting the needle away. "It shouldn't take long now." He said, glancing to Jean. "I guess I'd better track down young Jack." He half smiled, then waved as he left the room.
Jean sighed, sitting down on the edge of the armrest where Logan's head lay against some pillows. She smiled down at him as he looked up sleepily, then bent over and kissed his forehead. "Sleep well now." She whispered quietly, playing with a few errant strands of his hair as his lids easily grew heavy and he dozed off.
"Spyke over here!" Shadowcat hollered at her teammate, her head popping up from the danger room floor.
Spyke dove to avoid the holographic alien's tendrils, grasping Shadowcat's hand as she pulled him under the floor with her, just in time to miss being squashed by the alien's massive foot.
The two reappeared in the middle of a battle between Storm and an alien hologram that looked more like an oversized Hermit crab.
"Whoa!" Spyke gawked at the creature as he and Shadowcat unphased, before bone spikes emerged from his forearms and he flung them at the alien. "Ha! Take that sucker!"
"Ahh!" Storm let out a strangled yelp as tendrils wrapped around her throat and waist, yanking her out of the air once she'd taken flight.
A flash of a red beam came from across the danger room as Cyclops tactically blasted the alien's tenticles, forcing it to release Storm. "I've got you covered Storm." He smiled briefly, then turned to where Rogue was pinned beneath another hologram.
"I got dis one under control mon ami!" Gambit called as he planted his bo-staff into the back of a creature, leaping over it to his wife's rescue.
"'Bout time ya came ta help me Swamp-rat!" Rogue complained teasingly as she kicked the underside of the creature while her husband sent an explosive card into it's face. Rolling out from underneath it she sprang to her feet beside Gambit and brushed herself off.
Gambit just smiled charmingly and dodged a pair of tentacles from yet another alien.
"Mein Gott!" Nightcrawler gasped from the other side of the room, 'porting onto a creature's back as Jubilee blinded it with her pyrotechnics. The creature tried clawing at him to get him off it's back, striking the elf-like mutant in the chest and knocking him into the air.
"Nightcrawler!" Jubilee cried worriedly, knowing her friend had gotten the wind knocked out of him and wouldn't be able to teleport fast enough to miss crashing into the hard wall.
"I've got him!" Jean assured her, reaching out with her hands as she grabbed hold of Nightcrawler with her telekinesis. She carefully set him down on the ground, then used her power to slam the alien into the wall. "You alright Kurt?"
"Ja." He nodded slowly, rubbing at his chest and taking in a few deep breaths. "Thanks Jean."
She smiled, then looked up as a creature came flying by from Cyclops' optic blast, bone spikes from Evan sticking out of it's face.
"Jaaaack, oh young Jack, where are you??" Hank called as he crept down the halls in search of the little wolf-boy. He did have the child with him after everyone had gone into the danger room, but the little sneak took off on him again. Beast sighed as he entered another room without having found him.
Unbeknownst to Hank, Jack had been following him around the entire time. He'd taken precautions to keep far enough away so the Doctor wouldn't detect him though. The 5 year old was trying his best to contain his laughter, finding it incredibly amusing that Hank didn't know where he was.
As Beast passed through the kitchen, Jack got side-tracked and ambled toward the counter, climbing up and searching for the cookie jar. His green eyes widened and he grinned wolfishly when he spotted the jar on the counter beside the toaster. "Cookies." He said quietly, crawling across the counter and digging right into the jar. Jack sniffed at the delicious scent of chocolate chip cookies before taking a great big bite and smiling. He easily forgot about following Hank, leaving the big furry mutant to continue searching the entire mansion for him.