I had problems to upload anything, so it took longer.  The upload for documents was down on my site. It didn't work, so I am sorry that Chapter 5 and 6 were announced, but the document wasn't available. Well, here's chapter 6. Enjoy and please review! ;)

Changes Chapter 6

She felt save and comfortable when she woke up. The sun had already risen and few beams touched her face. Slowly, Jean opened her eyes, blinked once or twice before she finally realized where she was. When she tried to move she felt another body laying close next to her and saw an arm gently resting on her hip. Jean sighted and closed her eyes again; smiling for the first time and enjoying the feeling it gave her. She could feel Logan moving a bit behind her and began to wonder how late it already was. When Jean opened her eyes again, she realized that he must have put his watch on his bedside table. Slowly she reached over him, trying to grab his watch. Since she couldn't reach it, she bent over, resting one hand on his chest, while her stomach touched his. Finally, Jean reached she object…

"Already awake?"

She jerked back at the low sound of his voice.

"Sorry!", he said immediately as he noticed it.

"It's okay…I only thought you were still sleeping.", Jean gave back and laid his watch on her side of the bed.

Logan stretched and sat up a bit. "So, how late is it?"

"6:15 a.m.", she answered and laid down again. For her it was too early, especially on a Saturday and because she knew that everyone would be asleep at least until 11:00 a.m.

"Too early!", Logan grunted and laid back down, too. "How's ya shoulder doin'?", he asked after a while.

"Good", Jean answered.

He gave her a quick glance, knowing that she must felt embarrassed because of the events at night. "Look, there's no need for you to feel bad. No one's gotten hurt…"

She snorted. "Easy for you to say…"

"You heard the Professor. We'll talk about it later, so we still have some time to rest."

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "You voluntary go back to sleep? How come?"

He shrugged. "Well, since it's the first time I can sleep without having those nightmares…I'll want to take advantage of it…", Logan teased her.

"You mean of me…", she gave back.

"Whatever!"

She gave him a short smile, before she turned around and allowed him to pull her close again. It didn't take long before they drifted off to sleep again…

On the next morning, everyone sat in the kitchen having breakfast. No one really dared to talk about the last night, especially since the Professor had said that he wanted to talk about it with those who were affected.

Rogue sat next to Bobby eating ham and eggs, while he was talking to Peter about the newest videogames. Ororo sat quietly at the front of the large table, deep lost in thought. Suddenly, everyone stopped talking and looked towards the door as Logan came in, still in the same clothes as he had worn the evening before. He only gave them a short look and grunted a more or less clear "mornin'", before he turned his attention towards the fridge.

"Morning!", Rogue answered and watched him as closely as the others did. "How're ya doing?"

"Good", he said, while taking a tray from the stack.

"Where's Jean?" Ororo finally asked the question everyone was thinking about.

"Upstairs", Logan gave back without taking further notice of her.

"What are you doing!", she asked since he kept on putting food and something to drink on the tray.

Logan turned around, closing the fridge with a short movement of his hip. "What does it look like?", he asked raising one eyebrow, while walking outside the door. "I made breakfast."

"Well at least he eats again…", Bobby smirked and continued with his meal.

"Whatever…" Ororo shook her head and stood up, getting more milk from the fridge. "Great!", she cursed and slammed the door shut.

"What is it?", Rogue asked worried.

"He took the whole milk with him… Now I have to go and get new one!" With that she went out the door, hearing the laughter of the others still at the end of the corridor.

Jean was looking up as she heard the door open. She couldn't believe that she was able to sleep through the rest of the night. She couldn't even remember anything that had happened, had gotten confused as she had seen her wounded shoulder.

"Hey!", she heard Logan saying and watched him closing the door. "You're already awake?"

Jean sat up as he came closer. "Yeah, I just awoke."

"How was your night? Or let's say the rest of it?", he asked and sat down on the edge of his bed, with the tray on his lab.

"Well, besides that I can't really remember anything… I think good… You made breakfast?"

"Yeah, thought you might be hungry."

"Thanks", she smiled vaguely and moved to the side so tat he had more space. Quietly they began to eat, barely looking at the other. After finishing their meal, Logan noticed that Jean's thoughts had drifted off to some other places. Gently he touched her shoulder, asking for her attention. "You want to use the bathroom first?"

She nodded and got up slowly. As she reached the door, she turned around again, giving him a sad look. "I lost t again, didn't I?", she asked quietly as memories began to come back one after the next.

As an answer Logan nodded slowly. She sighted and closed the door behind her. "Do you need anything?", he asked.

"No thanks, I'm fine."

Logan took the empty tray into his hands again and headed back to the kitchen again. He was glad that she ate something, but he was still worried about her mental and physical condition. Even if he was more than happy to have her back, he still didn't know what to think about it. How to act around her…especially, since no one knew why or how it happened. Had it been her powers which brought the Professor and Jean back, or the powers of someone or something else? Slowly he laid the tray down on the table and began to tidy up, hoping that she was fine upstairs.

"Logan?", he heard a well-known voice behind him and turned around. "How was the rest of the night?", Charles asked and came closer.

"Quiet."

The Professor nodded smiling. "How is she doing?"

Logan shrugged and leant against the counter, both hands resting on his hips. "She couldn't remember first what had happened after she woke up the third time."

"But she does now?"

"So it seems."

Charles nodded understanding. "I came here to ask you if you would come into my office in about an hour", he began looking directly into the eyes of his opposite, telling him in that way that it was important. "We have to discuss a few things."

Logan frowned. "I'm not sure she's coming. She's pretty much of a mess."

"Try it, will you?"

"Fine." Logan nodded and left the kitchen to look after Jean again.

When he reached his room again she sat on the bed wearing one of his shirts.

"Sorry, but…"

He waved off smiling. "It's okay. Do you want me to get some of your stuff?"

Jean nodded.

"'Kay, be right back."

A few minutes later, Logan was back holding some of her clothes in his hands, which he had gotten from her old room. He laid them down on his bed and shrugged. "Didn't know what you might have wanted."

She smiled vaguely at him. "Do you want to use the bathroom now?"

Logan thought about the Professor's request and asked himself if he should tell her about it or wait until he had a shower. Finally he nodded, grabbed some new clothes and disappeared into the other room.

When Jean heard water running she got off the bed and started to undress herself. After she had switched clothes she sat down again, holding his shirt tight to her body. While she waited, Jean looked around his room, trying to remember if anything was different since the last time she'd been here. But she couldn't determine anything, except that his room was even more a mess than ever. Without thinking about it she stood up and began to tidy up, hoping that it might help her to forget the pictures in her head for a few minutes.

After she was done she sat down again, still holding his shirt. Just in that moment the bathroom door opened and Logan came back in. Jean just watched him as he put the towel away which he had used before to dry his dark hair.

"You tidied up?", he asked stunned and was for the first time ever embarrassed. He scratched the back of his head. "Thanks…"

"You're welcome…", Jean said still looking at him.

"Jean…", he began, sitting down next to her. "The Professor…"

"…he wants to see me, right?", she asked barely audible.

"Yeah. But if you don't want to…it's okay. You don't have to if you're not ready for it…" Logan looked at her from the side.

She sighted, stroking his shirt and pressing it even more against her body. "I don't know…I mean…", she began, looking down. "It even scares me to death to leave this room…"

He could smell the salty liquid which collected within her eyes. "It's okay", he said calmly. "No one can make you do it."

She looked up at him, now crying heavily. "It's even hard for me to look at you…", she sobbed so hard that he thought she would choke herself to death because of it. "So how am I supposed to look at someone who I killed? Or at the others…?"

Gently, Logan took her into his arms, allowing her to cry on his shoulder again. He noticed that she was still holding his shirt in her hands. "Jean…there's no reason for you to be afraid to look at me. I don't blame you for anything!", he said trying to calm her while stroking her back. "For me it is hard because…" Logan broke off as the memories came back to him.

"Because?", she asked into his shoulder.

"Forget it!"

Jean looked at him. "Tell me, Logan…"

"I will, but not now."

Finally, she nodded. "Would you mind going alone?", she asked.

"As long as you're okay here all alone…"

"Yeah,…I think I will sleep a bit more or read a book…", she looked around, avoiding his gaze.

Logan noticed it. "Hey, if you want me to stay…"

"I'll be fine,…really…", she tried to convince him. "And if anything's wrong…you'll notice it…"

He kept on looking at her for a few more seconds. "'Kay. Be right back!", he said before he left the room.

Jean immediately felt the insecurity and fear taking over her body as soon as the door was shut. She pressed his shirt closer and tried to concentrate on it, hoping to keep the control she had when she knew that he was close by…

Downstairs, Logan entered the Professor's office and saw him sitting behind his desk, while Ororo ad Hank sat in the two chairs in front of it.

"Hello Logan", the Professor greeted him and advised him to sit down on a third chair. Suspiciously, Logan watched the other two mutants who watched him closely.

"Where's she?", Hank asked him just as he had sat down.

"Not comin'", was all Logan answered. "And I would like to finish this here quickly", he added looking at Charles.

"Afraid that she might freak out again?", Storm asked.

"Ororo!", Charles warned, since he could sense the anger coming up in the man before him.

"You saw what she did! She attacked us twice!", Storm defended herself. "And she also attacked you!", she quickly said to Logan before he could say anything.

"I know. I've been there remember?", he shot back.

"I think she's a risk. Her powers are absolutely instable. She only needs to freak out once completely and she could kill us all!"

The Professor sighted. "I appreciate your opinion, Ororo…"

"Our!", Hank interrupted. "She has a point here. You didn't see everything she's capable of! You should have seen her on Alcatraz." He looked directly into Charles eyes. "The Phoenix is a cold-blood killer. She killed mutants and humans back then, so what gives us the certainty that this won't happen again?"

"It's Jean we're talking about here!", Logan said raising his voice and bending forward. "If those damn soldiers hadn't attacked her, she wouldn't have freaked out!"

"And what makes you so sure of it?"

Logan jumped up. "Because I saw it!"

Hank did the same, staring warningly at his opposite. "You saw it or you wanted to see it?"

Logan clenched his fist, stepping one step forward and feeling his blood starting to boil. "Why don't you…"

"Enough!", the Professor said loudly, causing them to stop immediately. "There's no need of arguing like this here." Both men stepped back, not breaking eye contact.

"We can't risk the students being hurt", Ororo said calmly. "And even you should see, Logan that she is a risk as long as she isn't able to control her powers!"

Logan put his hands on his hips, looking down at her. "And what do you want to do, he? Throw her out and tell her not to come back until she's the same as before?" He shook his head and raised a hand. "That won't happen, Storm! She will never be the same again Never! Do you get that?"

"No reason for you to yell at me!", she gave back angrily. "It doesn't change the facts! If she was here, she could have said something by herself."

"Damn it, Storm! She's terrified! She's afraid of you, of herself…she remembers everything, so use your head just for a second if possible, and think about how she's feeling! How would you feel if you knew you did those things?"

"Well, I didn't and I don't have the power to…", she hissed, folding her arms before her breast as he interrupted her again.

"And you're calling yourself her friend!"

"Jean was my friend!", Storm gave back completely furious and jumped up. "And I don't know who she is now! Neither do you Logan!"

He drew himself up to his full height, appearing even more threatening. "It's her. And it was her before down in the garden before you attacked her and made her furious."

Storm was just about to answer as the Professor intervened. "That's not leading anywhere if we go on like this!", he said calmly, hoping that his calm voice would have an effect on the mutants before him. He knew how dangerous Logan could become if he got pissed off, but also that Storm knew how to fight. He looked alternately from Storm and Hank to Logan and back again. He couldn't understand when it happened, but he could see the giant gap between the X-Men. He sighted. "No one's leaving or going to be thrown out the school. It's still her home…"

"Yeah?", Logan asked ironically and frowned. "Hasn't much of a home right now, don't ya think?"

"Calm down, boy!", Hank said stressed.

"Stop calling me boy, fur ball!", he shot back angrily.

"Would you stop it!", Charles hissed closing his eyes for a brief moment. "We have to talk to Jean…otherwise no decision will be made upon her, is that clear?"

"Whatever, you know my opinion", Storm answered. "As long as she endangers the students I'm against her being here."

Logan snorted with his hands still on his hips, head shaking.

"What!", she asked angrily.

"Remind me of it!"

"Of what?"

Logan stepped closer looking her directly into the eyes. "That if you ever need help I won't help you and if you ever freak out, as you call it, I'll gladly kill you!"

Hank stepped between the two of them collaring Logan. "That's enough!"

"Take your hands off me!", Logan hissed angrily.

"Enough!", Charles said loudly, sensing that Logan was on the edge of his patience.

Logan pushed Hank roughly aside, giving him a threatening look before he stepped back to the door.

"You didn't mean it…", he heard Storm asking calmly.

He turned around, looking at her with cold eyes. "I always mean what I say, you should know that by now."

"Is that how you treat your friends?", she asked in disbelief and very angry.

"No!", he said. "That's the way you treat your friends, 'Ro. They become a problem, okay, we get rid off them. At least that's how you treat Jean."

"And the animal is different…?", Hank hissed.

"The animal, pal, stays to his friends no matter what!"

"Even if they become a threat?"

"Especially then!"

Hank nodded. "Strange, because you were the one who killed her…"

Logan's eyes darkened and the Professor thought he would immediately kill Hank. "Because she begged me to do it…"

"Really? Isn't she begging again?"

"What the hell do you know?", Logan yelled.

Charles shook his head. It couldn't be that 4 months could have changes everything so much… "I suggest you stay with her until she feels better", he finally said to Logan. "We can discuss things then."

"And what if…"

"Storm", he waved off. "He stays with her until she settled things with herself." He watched Logan suddenly turning his head towards the door, paying no longer attention to them.

Storm sighted. "As long as the last night doesn't happen again,…the students were scared to death…"

"So is she…", Logan hissed, still looking at the door. "You've no idea how much she's suffering."

"Do you?", Hank asked.

"In contrast to you I know it. You're not there for her if she needs help, if she has nightmares or is sitting shaking all over in an edge of the room. She's even scared to leave it alone…", he turned towards the door again. "Especially the two of you should know what it feels like to be regarded as a threat by one's own family." He opened the door, but before he left he turned around again. "Besides, she was at the door as you talked about her…"

Storms eyes widened and she stepped forward, wanted to say something, but Logan was already gone…