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Author's Note: I'm back. Okay, I probably won't finish this by the end of this month but I will try to finish it before the end of… actually, I can't make any promises because it's only the second week of school and I'm already behind! How is that even possible?!?! I'm still wondering that myself. But like I said, this is my first priority and until I'm done this story, I'm not going to resume my other ones. Although, with enough persuasion, it could change my mind. But only three more chapters to go – though it might be four more to go. We'll know soon enough! I only read this over once. If you catch mistakes, point it out for me so I can fix it! Enjoy everyone! Btw, I actually like how I wrote this chapter – I believe this is the only chapter I'm completely satisfied with in this story ;p

TheDreamerLady: Hmm… Jean will be fine, or will she? But the name for Emma/Bobby? Let's call them Bomma! Angelechicka: Updated! Enjoy! Calliann: I think you'll like this chapter. At least you'll find out some answers for sure ;) As for your questions… you'll have to wait and see. Kitsu Lebeau: First of all, no phoenix in this story simply because I don't understand the phoenix. And Kit Kat is definitely a cute name :) ishandahalf: I'm not that angsty of a person, right? I'm not that bad with the angst! So, Betsy and Warren made up doesn't mean I'm going to make everyone else miserable… I'm not like that. I'm a total romantic at heart. Can't you tell by my stories? LoL… probably not. Well, you decide whether I added more angst to this story after reading this story. I don't think I did :P SickmindedSucker: No Phoenix! I don't get the Phoenix! Hmm… and why would Belle be such a bitch? C'mon, if you had Remy, would you let that hunk of a man go so easily?! I think not! And polygamy, eww… gross! Sweety8587: Your review was hilarious… question: do you review as you read because I think that's why it has this humorous element to it! Anyway, you'll find out the answers to your questions soon enough, my dear : ) Rogue14: I'm sorry for disappearing all the time. I promise that when I win the lottery, I will never disappear again… but until then and with school in my way, I'm afraid I'll keep this dirty habit of going away and coming back. But at least you know I'll come back ;p flying alien: I'm not going to leave you hanging… you'll find out about Jeanie soon enough ;p demiducky25: You know what? Your idea of Warren and Betsy using Remy and Rogue's wedding isn't a bad one at all… I mean, this could turn out to be a story of a wedding of an entirely different couple. Thanks for the idea! The real rogue: I have no idea what you said, but thanks for expressing your thoughts. Chica De Los Ojos Cafe: Ohh… my friend… the craziness has only just begun!! Muahahahaha! Slickboy444: Another chapter for my biggest fan of this story. I hope you enjoy it because you know I'm writing this only for you ;p T.: Storm may not be able to keep the wedding going for very long… but I don't even think she'll be needed… you'll know soon enough. Stryfechild: Evil authors? My heart hurts from that…just kidding. But I updated :D Ludi Ling: I want to write my new story! I want to write my new story! It's been gnawing at me from the inside.. not to mention, a bunch of new ideas just came to mind too… why does this happen only when I'm completely stressed out from school? And good point about Bobby and Betsy not making sense because he's a yuk and she's a snob. But then… Emma's a snob too…you know where I'm going with this. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Danielle britton: No more depressing stories… everything is looking up from now on. I think. ;p LSR-7: Good point about the states laws on marriage but I'm not from the US so I wouldn't have a clue. But let's just say, they can only be divorced when she signs on the dotted line, alright? ;p Have you ever had contractions? Perhaps you can tell me how it feels like if not "excruciating" because I really don't know the answer to that either. Then again, Jean is having an abnormal pregnancy…hmm… good questions. I'm sorry I fail to provide a decent answer. :( aimtbj: Thank you for your sweet words! You'll find out the answers to all your questions soon enough!

On with the story…

The Wedding

Chapter 14

This isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

This isn't happening.

The phrase repeated itself in the fiery telepath and her strong supportive husband's minds over and over again.

"I can't lose the baby. I just can't. Ahhhh!" She ended it with a scream as another contraction hit her. They were getting more frequent and she had only been in labour for an hour.

"You won't, Jeanie. We won't." Scott reassured her. He kissed the top of her head as he held her hand tightly. It wasn't often that Scott Summers would be glad that nobody could ever look into his eyes and survive to tell about it. Yet, this was one of those rare times for it was one thing to for a person to know that he wasn't as strong as everyone made him out to be, but when another person knew it too, the half-truth in his mind would suddenly become a hard cold fact – a fact that was definitely not beneficial to the situation at hand.

"Hank… you have to save my baby." Jean pleaded desperately as sweat drops rolled down her face. Another contraction was coming on and she squeezed Scott's hand with a tremendous physical strength, but this time she didn't so much as whimper. Although, Scott's hand felt like it had just been crushed to oblivion, he didn't even wince the slightest bit. A remarkable feat on his part, but then again, being the X-Leader for so long, he knew how to hide his pain and emotions quite well.

"Jean, I'm going to try the best I can, you know that. However, it's too late to stop the labour. Your contractions are too close." Hank stated calmly as every doctor does in a perilous situation. He knew the danger at hand and he was never one to believe in God, but a gut feeling told him that whatever happened in this medical room tonight would not be decided by him. He was merely an actor for someone greater. He shook his head for a second – I've been hanging around Kurt too much.

"But I'm only half way through my seventh month. I can't have the baby now! It's too early. It's too premature! Please Hank... you have to do something!" Jean cried in a mad desperate rant. She had faced death countless of times, had even died twice and came back to life, and yet, she never truly feared anything until now. If it was just her facing death, she wouldn't even fight it. But the idea of her child fighting death, that was a thought that sent violent chills throughout her whole body and caused her to feel a level of trepidation that she would have never thought possible.

"Jean, your contractions are closing in… you're going to have to start pushing." Hank instructed, ready to deliver this baby and hoping with all hope that at least the child would be able to breathe his or her first air of breath and perhaps live long enough to be cradled in his dear friend's arms.

"Hank… the baby won't live. It's too soon…ahhhh!" Jean screamed as another contraction hit her. Scott looked at Hank – it was the first time he saw his old friend exposing his raw emotions and it gave Hank even more determination.

"Jean… you have to push. PUSH!" Hank ordered and she could not disobey him any longer. With all her might, she pushed for a few seconds and collapsed back onto the bed.

"If you're up there… let this be easy." Hank muttered under his breath as he was just about to tell Jean to push again until he noticed the sole of a foot.

"Spoke too soon." Hank murmured bitterly as he stood up and looked at his friends.

"Jean, we're going to have to operate." The blue doctor stated regretfully.

Her green eyes grew wide with fear. She looked up at her husband. He looked down at her with a reassuring smile before turning to his trusting physician.

Scott gave a solemn nod of approval.

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Meanwhile across town, the local weather goddess was running some errands. Errands for her missing thieving friend, that was. More specifically, she was handing in deposits for the caterer and the florists to ensure that two months from now, there would be a wedding even if a bride or groom wasn't present. If worse came to worse, at least the food for the reception could be a week's worth of food at the Xavier Institute.

The clouds above her gathered but it wasn't her doing.

She didn't part the clouds and instead, she merely shrugged. It was only fair that Mother Earth had a chance to deal with the elements and the inevitable rain would do her flowers good.

Ororo pushed the button on her remote and her car beeped twice. She slid into her car, turned the engine on and took off for home, not noticing the motorcycle that was following her ten feet behind.

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Sitting upright, poised but ready for anything, she split her concentration with half of it immersed in the contract in her hands, and the other half scanning for the location of a certain Popsicle.

"He's out with Warren in Manhattan today." An icy British accent cut through her attempt.

"I see," was all Emma could reply with.

"You're such a lying bitch." Betsy spat out, unable to hold her anger back.

Emma slowly spun her chair around to face the purple-haired telepath. Her face remained tight but her blue eyes became deadly. "Did it take you that long to come up with an insult? Warren was right when he said…"

"Warren didn't say anything to you! Drop the act, Emma. I know the truth. You were never dating him. You only had one contact with him and that was the night of the charity ball. As far as I remember, you two were more interested in socializing with the New York's elite than each other. But it does ease my mind to know for a fact that you two left in different cars as well." Betsy exposed, and it felt great to finally have the truth out in the open.

Still Emma's countenance didn't change. "So, you know the truth. I supposed you and that spoiled playboy are back together. Well, I don't know whether to say 'congratulations' or give you my condolences for only a foolish woman could expect faithfulness from a man like that."

"Just quit it. You don't know Warren so you aren't entitled to judge him at all. Honestly, you're a real piece of work…" Betsy mumbled, her anger fading.

"Fine. You and Wings are back together and you're going to live happily ever after. You came and you insulted me. You know everything and have everything. Is there anything else you need, because unlike you, I earn my millions by working and not by depending on my pretty boy millionaire boyfriend." Emma dismissed and swung her chair around.

But Betsy still didn't leave. "You should have just told him you were interested. He was clearly hung up on you."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Emma lied, not willing to face her nemesis. She had already admitted defeat but she was not going to subject herself to any more interrogation or humiliation.

"I thought I was angry with you, Emma, but I realize I'm not. Instead, I only feel pity for you. You lied constantly because you thought it was the only way to gain his attention when he was willing to have you for all that you already are. But I guess your insecurity was justified. After all, you know as well as I know that you'll never be good enough for Bobby." Betsy finished and exited the room.

Emma Grace Frost fought plenty of formidable foes before and she never so much as released a tear when facing the possibility of death. Through all the family drama that she had to endure, she never allowed herself to openly cry about any of it if she could help it. To cry about any part of her life meant that she was pitying herself, and Emma didn't believe in pity.

Thus, the tears didn't taste salient to her like it should – they were bitter instead.

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She was small, weighing only four and half pounds. She didn't even whimper as she entered the world – she was too weak to do so. She was barely capable of breathing. As the mother held her in her arms, she had never felt such love and sorrow at the same time.

"My baby girl… my sweet baby girl." Jean murmured in a hollow whisper, barely audible even to herself.

Scott watched his family, concern etched in every corner of the lines already on his face. Hank noticed a few new lines had appeared on his fearless leader's visage. Scott caught his old friend's eyes looking; the blue doctor gave a reassuring smile even though he wasn't the least bit definite about his patients' futures at all.

Hank didn't believe in the Holy Spirit, but as he was setting up the incubator, he said a silent prayer.

"She's my sweet sweet girl who I love. She's my sweet sweet baby girl that momma loves." Jean sang as she rocked her child back and forth.

Suddenly, the wind changed.

Jean's eyes rolled up as her head fell back. Her grip loosened on the child, the child fell but Scott caught her in time while yelling for the good doctor.

Hank worked on reviving the mother.

Scott worked on protecting their child.

The baby girl finally let out a cry.

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She was only a mile away from home and she had a flat. She stared at the tire, wondering how she was going to get the wind current to carry the car home. The automobile was simply too heavy. The logical thing to do was to change the tire, but Ororo didn't know the first thing to accomplishing such a feat. She grumbled as she walked back to the driver's seat, ready to call for Kurt or Hank or someone at the Institute to come help her.

She grabbed her cell phone and started dialing until she heard the roar of a motorcycle. She glanced ahead and saw that the driver had parked his bike and was now walking towards her. She eyed the man in the helmet with suspicion. His stature seemed dangerously familiar.

"Need help weather lady…" The man not so much said but growled.

"I'm fine." Ororo stated, preparing to defend herself.

"I can help you if you want." The man stated in a low voice, and still didn't show his face.

"It's fine." She said as she stepped out of her car, getting ready to take to the sky. He apparently sensed this as he launched at her, and took her to the ground. Upon her fall, a rock was lodged into the small of her back but she didn't give her attacker the satisfaction of even a whimper. Instead, she fought him, but he was too strong and too heavy – he was pinning her down to the ground with his weight.

"Who are you?" She demanded, trying to steady her voice.

He gave a maniacal laugh and took off his helmet. It was Sabretooth.

"What do you want with me?" She asked, not surprised with who the attacker was. After all, Sabretooth was so deranged that it didn't surprise anyone when he suddenly appeared here and there.

"Just wanted to play…" He said as he pawed her face with his cold treacherous hands.

Scratch.

He had swiped three slits in her right cheek and blood flowed out.

"Get off me!" Ororo said as she struggled within his grasp.

His hands began moving southward.

Zap.

A bolt of lightening hit his back and he toppled over to the side. Ororo quickly got up and took to the sky but she was only two feet off the ground before she was snatched violently out of the air.

Snap.

He had broken her right ankle while stopping her from taking flight. This time, he pinned her face down to the ground as he sat on her back.

"Y'know… I like you. You make that shit face miserable which means you and I have a lot in common, y'know?" He hissed into her ear.

"You are an animal." She spat out, angry tears derived from the humiliation fell down her face.

"Then, tame me, Goddess. C'mon, give me a chance… I can be much wilder than him. It'll be fun. I'll show you what being with an animal is really like." He said crudely into her ear as one of his hands slid down her body again.

The blue in her eyes disappeared. The tears stopped.

"He is not an animal like you!" She cried in fury.

Five bolts of lightening hit her attacker. Then a strong gust of wind took him into the air and dropped him right above the area just off the road where the only direction to go was down the hillside.

Ororo quickly got up but fell right back down. Her ankle was still broken and she was sure that some of ribs were bruised and that was why she was having such difficulty breathing. Tiredness came over her and she tried to fight it. She had to at least get back to the mansion first. She summoned the wind with all her strength.

She made only as far as the woods of the Xavier Institute.

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Logan would never hold the hand of anyone. He didn't enjoy these small physical contacts. It was too intimate, too open, and too bold. More importantly, these little contacts were proof that he was not as withdrawn as people thought he was which was the one thing he didn't want people to perceive of him. He liked his space. He liked his privacy. He liked the idea of never getting emotionally attached to anyone. He was the Wolverine. He was intrinsically a loner and was meant to always remain one.

He was holding the hand of his godson's.

"Unca Wolvie, J'remy would like t'pologize for de incident in de fighting room from last week." The little boy said seriously as he walked alongside his godfather through the forest.

Logan let out a chuckle. "Did your mom make you say that?"

"Yups! Unca Wolvie, what's 'pologize'?" Jeremy asked openly since he already admitted that his mother had fed him the lines to say to his godfather.

Another chuckle escaped Logan's thin lips. "It means to be sorry about something."

"Ohh… then, J'remy really do 'pologize." His godson stated surely.

"I know you do, Kid. So how did your mom punish you?" Logan inquired.

"She said very madly, 'no dessert for une semaine and no danger room 'til I'm forty." Jeremy answered with a sly smile.

"Well that ain't good… why are ya grinning like that?" Logan questioned, his eyes becoming suspicious.

"Oh… not'ing." Jeremy said simply, while various devious plans were being formed in his mind.

Logan merely shook his head and mumbled, "I don't wanna know."

And then, he detected it. Blood. Quickly, he lifted his godson on his shoulder and cautiously walked towards the scent. Then, he saw her. Nearly dropping his godson from his shoulder, he dashed over to the fallen goddess.

"'Ro? Darling, are you okay?" He asked, while he gently slipped his arm underneath her head. Jeremy crawled over to his godparents and his eyes grew wide with fear.

"Auntie Stormy? Unca Wolvie, what happened?" Jeremy asked.

Sniff.

"Sabretooth." Logan growled. Without another second wasted, Logan lifted Ororo's limp body into his arms and instructed, "Jeremy get on my back and hold onto my neck."

The little boy did just that without asking any question. He climbed onto his godfather's back and was piggy-backed all the way back to the mansion. During the whole trip, Jeremy kept peering over his godfather's shoulder and saying in his mind, "Be okay, Aunty Stormy."

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Rogue was holding a tray with three sandwiches and three bottles of water. She knew Jean had just given birth to a girl. She also knew that the girl was extremely weak and how long she would live was still to be determined. Rogue looked down at the food; she didn't know how else to help.

She opened the door to the infirmary. Hank was checking the vitals of the comatose Jean and Scott was slumped in a chair, worried and tired lines apparent on his face. The little girl was in an incubator next to him.

"Hi y'all." Rogue greeted softly.

Scott glanced up, gave her a look of acknowledgement and returned his gaze to his wife.

"Hi Rogue. You can put that on the table. Thank you." Hank stated rather solemnly.

Rogue placed the tray on the specified table and walked over to Hank. "How are they?" She asked, though the answer was obvious.

"Not well. Not well at all." He answered regretfully.

She placed a comforting hand on his shoulders. "But they will be." She murmured. Then, she strolled over to the incubator. The baby was incredibly small especially compared to Jeremy when he was born who had weighed a hearty 9 pounds 10 ounces.

"Hi gorgeous. Welcome to the world." Rogue whispered.

"Ya have wonderful parents, ya hear that, beautiful?" Rogue said softly, oblivious to her leader who was now watching her.

"Thank you, Rogue." Scott stated.

She turned her head to him and gave him a small smile. "It's true. How are ya holding up?"

Her reassuring smile along with her caring green eyes finally reminded Scott that he wasn't so alone. His bottom lip trembled slightly as he said, "Not good."

Immediately, Rogue wrapped her arms around the formidable X-leader who was proving to be human after all. Silently he wept on her shoulders – the first tears he had shed all day and it wouldn't be the last.

Hank looked over at his oldest friend and found a small comforting relief released in his heart. It's about time.

"HANK! I NEED HELP NOW!!" Wolverine bellowed at the top of his lungs as he burst through the doors.

Scott jerked away from Rogue and they both stared in shock. Ororo was lying limp in Logan's arms, her body clearly bruised and battered.

Logan laid Ororo gently onto the bed at the far end of the infirmary and Hank rushed over. Jeremy noticed his mother and slid down his godfather's back. Rogue immediately ran towards her son, embracing him tightly. She pulled him back and examined him all over in case anything might have harmed him too.

"Are ya okay, baby boy?" She asked worriedly.

"Oui, Momma. But Aunty Stormy isn't." The little boy responded.

"Heavens… what is going on around here?" Rogue mumbled as she lifted her three and half year old son up. She walked towards Ororo with Scott not far behind.

"What's wrong with her? Hank! What's wrong with her? Is she going to fine?" Logan asked impatiently.

"Logan, I do not know yet. If you would just give me some peace, I may find out sooner rather than later." Hank ordered and immediately, the Wolverine zipped his lips.

"Where'd you find her?" Rogue asked, her eyes wide with shock at the damage that had been done to her dear friend.

"In the forest, Momma." Jeremy provided the answer.

"Who did this?" Scott asked.

"Sabretooth." Logan growled and within a second, he bolted out of the room.

Rogue turned her head back to Scott and said, "Ah'll watch Storm. It's okay. Ya go back to your family."

Scott nodded in agreement before returning to his place.

Then a soft cry broke through the tense silent room. Hank gave a look to Rogue and she returned a knowing smile. She looked her son in his green-on-black eyes and said, "C'mon sugah, it's time t'feed the baby now."

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The day had been extremely long. The whole mansion had known by now and everyone was doing what they could to help. Betsy was down in the medical lab along with the Professor – both trying to assist Hank the best they could. Bobby was attempting to make dinner and so, Warren was on the phone ordering for take-out – both knowing that nobody in the household had an appetite. Kurt was busy praying. Emma, Jubilee, Kitty and Piotr had taken all the students on a field trip to the cinema. Wolverine had yet to return.

Rogue had finally pulled herself away from the medical lab, her unusually obedient and quiet son following her. "Momma, will everybody be okay?" He asked, the first words that he had spoken in hours.

"Yes, sugah. They will be." She replied soundly though she wasn't sure at all.

"Especially de bebe?" He queried further.

"Especially the baby." Rogue said which was an outright lie for she knew the one most likely not to survive was the weak baby girl. The thought of something so small and precious not surviving brought tears to her eyes. She enraptured her son in a tight embrace and silently thanked her lucky stars that he was here with her. Jeremy simply hugged his mother back because he knew that was the only thing to do.

When she pulled away, she wiped the tears away and feigned a smile. "Okay, why don't ya go see what Uncle Bobby's cooking while Momma makes a phone call?"

"D'accord, Momma. J'remy be right back." Her son assured her before he ran off to the kitchen.

Rogue walked towards the phone in the living room. She picked it up and dialed without hesitation.

"Allo?"

"Remy…" Rogue choked out.

"Chere? What's wrong?" Remy asked worriedly.

"Ah need ya home."

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