Chapter 12

„And have you seen how I blocked it?", Jubilee asked euphoric. "And how Bobby used his ice form to walk through the fire? Damn, this was so cool!"

"Yeah, we have, Jubes. Calm down!", Kitty said smirking. "How come that no one seems to be as possessed with the Dangerroom as you are?", she asked jokingly.

Storm shook her head smiling and gave Jean a look. "Well, anyway, I heard you all were doing fine", the red head said drinking some tea. "All of you, of course!", she added.

"Yeah. But still Wolverine is the coolest. Man, I wish I could fight like him!", the girl continued.

"Better don't!", Storm laughed. "One Wolverine is way enough!"

"Hi Logan!", Kitty suddenly said, looking towards the door.

Jean turned around. Immediately her smile froze when she looked into his eyes.

"Would you com outside for a second?", he asked coldly and she knew that something was seriously wrong.

Her heart was racing in her chest as she got up. Rogue gave her a worried look when Jean looked at her for a brief moment. The others had felt silent and watched frowning how Jean left the kitchen.

Outside, she followed Logan to a corner where he turned around and looked at her with a piercing gaze, arms folded in front of his chest. She immediately knew that he was pissed off…

"What's wrong?", Jean asked cautiously sensing his anger within him.

"Do you have to tell me anything?", he asked calmly. Too calmly, as she could tell. By now Jean nearly knew all his facets by now and this undertone made her alarm signals ring very loudly within her. "No…", she said thinking that her heart would explode any minute.

"You sure?", he asked again, raising an already knowing eyebrow.

"Yeah…", she answered insecure.

Logan reached into his rear jeans pocket and pulled out the object he had found in the bathroom, holding it directly in front of her face. "Think again!"

Jean's eyes were fixed on the longish object. "Where did you get it, Logan?", she asked.

"Let's say I had an accident with the garbage can when I stepped out of the shower…", he gave back.

Her mind was working. "It's not mine…"

Logan snorted and shook his head. "Well, whose is it then?", he asked ironically, his eyes still fixed on her. "Is Chuck making pregnancy tests and hides them afterwards in other people's garbage cans?"

"It's really not mine…", Jean said again, trying to get hold of his hand to convince him, but he backed off.

"Jean,…I warn you. Don't make a fool out of me!", he hissed angrily.

"I'm not lying, Logan. It's not mine, really!" Jean didn't know what else to say. Her heart was beating triple rhythms and she was frightened. He had never been pissed off against her, nor had she ever felt scared when he was around; besides the first time she had met him in the lab. But now she felt it…his cold eyes scared her to death. And she wondered if this was Wolverine behind them…

"Whose is it?"

"I can't tell you…"

"Jean…", Logan said warningly.

"Please, Logan, I can't…"

"You can't or you won't?"

Jean sighed and felt the despair growing stronger inside of her. She knew that she was just about to ruin everything… She bit her lip…

"Fine!", he grunted and went past her, not deign to look at her.

Her heart jumped as her fear took over. Instinctively, she grabbed his arm. "Logan, wait!"

He stopped but didn't look at her. Jean closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It's Rogue's…", she finally said barely audible.

"What!", he asked in disbelief and turned around to face her.

"That's why she wanted to see me. So I gave her the test", she explained. "Please, Logan, I promised her not to tell anybody! It's already hard enough for her, now that her powers are back…"

Logan ran a hand through his hair. He still thought she was joking. "You're kidding right?"

"No."

"Jesus…how can this happen…?", he still shook his head.

Jean shrugged. "Well, I think you're the last one whom I need to explain IT too, right?"

Logan gave her a look.

Both stood there in silence for a few minutes, not looking at each other. "I'm sorry…", he finally said, the warmth returning to his eyes.

"It's okay…", Jean gave him a half smile. Still her heart was racing.

"Couldn't they have watched it?", he asked outraged. "There're ways to prevent something like that…"

Jean looked at him emotionless. "Well, we're not preventing something like that either, aren't we?"

Logan turned his head and raised an eyebrow, while she looked down. "Jean?", he asked demanding.

"I'm not pregnant, Logan…", she said while looking at her sceptical looking opposite.

"Are you sure?" She saw the coldness returning to his eyes.

"Well, what if I was?", she shot back angrily. "Things like that happen, Logan! It's in our nature to pass on our genes…"

"Not in mine", he grunted back and she felt a sharp stitch in her chest.

"Good that we discussed it!", Jean said coldly and walked away.

Logan sighed and rolled his eyes. "Jean…", he said more gently, but she didn't react.