Hellcat's Journey

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Notes: Whew! Anybody that has me on his or her author alert can probably tell I have fallen in love with Doc Ock from Spider-Man. But I decided it was about time I stopped torturing you guys and update. Besides, the chapters in that story are getting harder and harder to write. So, I'm taking a little break. Thank you Victoria Wolf, Osso, Dark Angel 4523, Ariei, Dazzler420, and New Girl for all reviewing and liking this story for whatever reason.

Chapter 12

Jean stared down at the young girl that was strapped onto the medical table. She was so young, and so sweet looking. She looked nothing like what she had imagined when Scott had described her vicious attack on Rogue.

Shaking her head in amazement Jean proceeded to check the teenager's temperature even though she could tell the effort was pointless. The mutant's healing was almost identical to that of Logan's or the girl's own father. Well, identical besides the fact it was slower due to her young and still fragile age.

Speaking of Logan, Jean glanced over at the rough looking man leaning against the wall. He was staring intently at the teen with a look of a wolf sizing up a wounded doe. She had to fight down a cringe at the thought. Logan was a lot of things but he wouldn't hurt this little girl would he? He had been the one to bring her in. But, he had come in saying, "This kid don't smell right, red. Smells like that Magneto lackey and blood."

With what he had said, the girls characteristics, and what she had heard from Scott earlier, it didn't take very much intelligence for her to put that together into a conclusion.

But how could the child of Sabertooth be so small and petite? The man himself was a giant mass of muscle and extremely tall to boot. But this girl couldn't be much taller than 5'1" or 5'2". Plus she was just very compact. Child must have inherited her size and shape from her mother.

"You said she was unconscious when you found her?"

Wolverine didn't take his eyes off the girl even at Jean's question. His eyes remained stationed on the child as if waiting for her to jump up and attack.

"Yeah, she was sprawled across the floor. Some statue was broken into pieces around her and I figured at first she'd gotten jumped or somethin."

Jean looked up from her patient to the older feral's face. Logan glowed and then frowned.

"I didn't hurt her Jeanie. But hell knows I would like to now that I know what she is."

Jean froze at those last few words and completely turned to the man a look of stunned horror on her face. It took the feral twenty seconds to realize he had sounded exactly like any human bigot referring to a mutant.

"I meant 'who.' I didn't mean it like that. Jean, don't look at me like that. Come on, red! She's already hurt Marie! Why are you looking at me like that? The little punk is bad news, I can tell already."

Jean's face didn't change. She slowly looked from the man's angry and almost desperate face down to the still out cold girl. She didn't know why the child had attacked Rogue. But she did know that even a wild animal wouldn't attack with out being provoked in some way or form.

"Logan, I think you should go do something else. I need to make sure this little girl is all right."

Logan made a strangely wet sounding growl in the back of his throat. And began to leave, but before exiting through the sliding door he turned and looked at her very seriously.

"That ain't a little girl, red. I can tell. I'm not sure what she is, but a little girl sure as hell ain't it."

End of Chapter

Okay, took me a week to get that done. OO; I probably won't update again for a while. I still have to update some of my other stories too. But thanks for reading and please review!!

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