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Changes Chapter 36

He opened his eyes slowly. Blinking and trying to realize where he was, Logan groaned and closed them quickly again. His head hurt like hell, causing stars to dance in front of his eyes. He figured out that he was lying in a bed, covered with sheets and had several bandages on his body. His healing factor was catching up with its work, making him feel dead drunk and very tired. Logan tried to breathe regularly to ease the pain as he heard a noise right next to him.

"I think he's awake!"

"Furball," Logan grunted calmly and grimaced in pain. "Stop yelling!" He ran a hand through his face and rested it on his eyes.

Hank grinned. "Someone has a bad headache, huh?" he asked a bit calmer, even if he hadn't really spoken loud before. "Good! It's the right punishment for you."

"Try to relax," the Professor, who sat on the other side of the bed, said and bent down. "I'll try to ease it a bit." He closed his eyes while he had his hands on both sides of Logan's head. Soon, the face of the mutant relaxed a bit. "Better?"

"Yeah…" Logan grunted and opened his eyes carefully. It still hurt but it was bearable now. He knew he was in a major healing and by the looks the others gave him he knew they were pretty pissed off. "Did it work?"

Hank shrugged. "Moira gave it to her right after you returned, but we have to wait. Nothing happened so far…" He looked at the mutant angrily. "Do you have any idea how stupid you are!"

"Well, I got it, didn't I?" Logan snapped back and sat up a bit, noticing the angry look of both men even more. "Look, I…"

"We were worried like hell, boy!" Hank said louder, not caring about the headache of his opposite anymore, who had immediately winced as he'd raised his voice. "How could you do that?"

"I told you to be patient, Logan," the Professor said more calmly, but still his voice spoke volumes. "You could have been killed. This was a complete suicide mission…" He gave him a disappointed but very angry look.

"As long as it helps her, I don't care!" Logan shot back and narrowed his eyes.

"You should care!" Hank gave back. "We thought something happened to you, since you were gone for a week. 'Ro had to take care of YOUR children all by herself and Scott had to do YOUR classes. Is it too much to ask for if you could have given us one damn call?" He took a deep breath and sighed in frustration. "We thought you were dead or captured. Do you care so much for your friends and children that you take off at night without leaving even a note?"

Logan's head had shot up into Hank's direction by the mentioning of Jack and Lily. His eyes, despite the fact that he was more than tired, sparkled angrily and darkened. "Why do you think I left, eh?" he asked them angrily. "For them!"

"You could have waited a bit longer," Charles said meeting his gaze.

"How much longer?" his opposite asked in return. "You said it yourself that there was no guarantee that she would wake up. So how much longer do you wanted me to wait? One year? Five years?" Furiously, he followed the Professor's movement as he maneuvered his wheelchair around the bed towards Hank's side. "I don't want her to miss so much!"

Hank sighed. "We know that! But it doesn't change the fact that you left us scared to death here…"

"I didn't say anything because I knew you'd disagree."

"And I'd reasons for it!" Hank gave back angrily and jumped up. "Look what they've done to you, boy! They nearly killed you!" Both men looked at each other with hatred, since they were equally stubborn.

"Logan," Charles said calmly. "I know you did it for your family. But leaving without telling anyone about your whereabouts and forgetting about your responsibilities here… It shouldn't surprise you that we're reacting in this way." He looked at him closely. "You pushed your body so far that you were unconscious for three days. You didn't even start healing until a few hours ago… And what for? For trying something which might not even work…"

"It's worth trying for me!" Logan grunted coldly.

"Did they attack you on your way out?" Hank suddenly asked to change the heating debate into another direction.

"Yeah." His opposite said and cracked his neck. "They caught me while I destroyed the data on it."

"I see," Hank nodded thinking.

"Where have you been anyway?" Charles asked him curiously. "I couldn't locate you through Cerebro."

"Warren's dad." Logan answered and leant his head back on the pillow again, feeling more and more light headed. "This crazy scientist of his… I wonder if he knows about all the stuff he does."

"Why?" the blue mutant asked frowning and bent forward, sensing that it wouldn't take long until his friend would fall asleep again.

"He does some strange stuff in his lab. He also has some mutants down there, hidden in rooms. Those damn soldiers were ordered to capture me."

"Told you so! If they find out about abilities…" Hank said in his best lecturer tone but was cut off by him.

"Yeah, yeah…save it!" Logan waved off and closed his eyes again.

The blue mutant smirked. At least he could tell that Logan felt bad about making them worry so much. Still, he wanted to make him feel worse. "How did you escape? We'd to shower you three times and buried your clothes because you smelled so…nice." He gave the Professor a short look. Even he had to smile for a brief moment.

Logan looked at them with a cocked eyebrow. He knew what they were up to. "Sewer."

"Yeah, that's what we thought," Hank nodded. "Well, if some parts of you are still itching, then we've missed some bullets in your skin."

"Furball," Logan said warningly. "I'm sorry, okay?"

Hank smirked. "I hope so! Because next time when you feel like taking off again, I'll chase you down personally and make sure you're not healing so fast!"

"There'll be no next time," Logan said sleepily and winced as he moved a bit. Gritting his teeth he lay stock-still and waited for the pain to ease.

"Good to hear that," the Professor said. "You should sleep a bit more until you're completely recovered." He moved towards the door. "And don't expect too many hearty welcomes tomorrow!"

"Especially not from 'Ro!" Hank said warningly. "She's so pissed off at you. Flowers won't do, my friend."

"I'll keep that it mind." Logan watched them leave. "Thanks", he added calmly.

The two men turned around one last time and nodded with a half smile, before they closed the door behind them.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face again. He knew about Storm's mood even if the others hadn't told him about. The first thing he'd noticed after he'd woken up was the thunderstorm on the outside. Logan's hand stretched out to turn the light off again. Closing his eyes tiredly, he went back to sleep.

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On the next day and after another shower, Logan walked down the corridor towards her room. His nose told him that she was inside. He prepared himself for any scenario and recalled Hank's warning words again. Carefully, Logan opened the door and went inside. He found her at the window, looking at the still raging thunderstorm on the outside, which suddenly appeared to get even worse. Storm knew immediately it was him. She didn't turn around or even looked at his mirage in the window. Her heart raced in her chest because of the anger she felt for him. Logan had already taken notice of the drastic weather change. He knew it was because of him… Unsure what he could say he stepped closer. His hands buried into his jeans pockets, he thought about some words for her. "'Ro…" Logan began, but she walked past him an out of the room without even looking at him.

He sighed, knowing that this would become harder than he'd thought. Still, Hank had warned him…and he'd face the consequences of his actions now. Slowly, he walked towards the door again and down the corridor. Hoping that at least one thing went right today, he pushed the button of the elevator and headed down to the basement.

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"What an honor!" Scott looked towards the door as it opened and Logan entered. Arms crossed in front of his chest, he looked at him angrily.

"Save it!" his opposite grunted and looked through the window. Everything was still the same…nothing had changed.

"I suppose you haven't met 'Ro already? Otherwise I doubt you'd be able to stand."

Logan sighed in annoyance. "I met her, bub!"

Scott smirked while he still leant against the wall; watching him piercingly. "And? Did she give you a good kick in the butt? Otherwise, I'd like to do it!"

"Wanna see ya trying it!" Logan gave back and met his eyes. "I already said I'm sorry, what more do you want me to do?"

"I want you to think about your friends and family the next time, Logan!" the other man said and glanced shortly at Jean. "We were worried. You scared especially Rogue and 'Ro to death. Bobby was afraid that Rogue might have a miscarriage because she kept on crying since we haven't heard anything of you." Logan sighed and broke eye contact. "You have more responsibilities than only Jean." Scott took a deep breath to calm himself again. "You know," he began without looking at his opposite, but noticing that he watched him. "One word would have been enough!"

Logan wrinkled his brows. He had no idea what that guy was talking about. "One word and what?"

"I would have helped you!" Scott said more calmly meeting his eyes again.

The other man smirked and gave a derisive laugh. "Yeah, sure! Especially because we're such close buddies…"

"I wouldn't have done it for you, Logan!" he heard him continue. "I would have done it for Jean. You're not the only one who cares for her. Don't forget that!" He noticed the slight trace of anger and jealousy in his opposite's eyes. "It makes me sick to see her like that…" he shook his head while he supported himself against the window; his eyes resting on Jean. "I only hope your thing will do."

Logan's eyes switched towards his lover. Caressing her gently with his eyes, he hoped the same. "Catch this!" he suddenly heard Scott say and saw him throwing something at him. With a cocked eyebrow he looked at the small black box. "What the…?"

"I wanted to give her it after I took the Professor to Magneto's cell," Scott explained bitterly and buried his hands into his pockets. "Well, you know the rest of the story, don't ya?" He met Logan's confused eyes. "If she hadn't died back then…" he broke off.

"And now you want me to do what exactly with it," his opposite asked him confused.

Scott turned around, ready to leave. "You'll know when you open it, Logan. I've no use for it anymore…so make sure you use it! Or I'll take my chances with her again!" With that the door closed behind him and he was gone. Still not sure what his favorite archenemy meant with all the talking, Logan opened the small black box and immediately his heart kicked into high gear…

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Since he left the basement after Moira told him that it was useless to wait, Logan wandered around the mansion. Aware that a thunderstorm still raged on the outside, he didn't dare to start one of his beloved strolls at night; he had to stay inside like a dog bound to its kennel. Sighing in frustration, he noticed that he'd reached the kitchen again. Even if the mansion looked huge from the outside, to him it was a tiny cage tonight. Still, he could use a beer…

"Hey!" Logan greeted Bobby who was sitting on one stool and ate ice cream again. He wondered how this boy could eat so much of this stuff without looking like Blob by now.

"Hi", the boy said and swallowed another spoon. "No beer left! Storm threw it away."

Rolling his eyes, Logan closed the fridge again. "Great!" He went over to the cupboard and took a soda out of it. Immediately, Bobby held out his hand. Smirking, the grown up handed the warm bottle over, just to see it returned to him ice cold. "Thanks!" He sat down on a stool opposite to him. "Heard you got thrown out of class."

"Yeah…" the boy nodded and lowered his head. He knew that Logan would start with it. "I'm sorry about it. But Scott's talking…"

"I know. It's pretty annoying," Logan waved off. "Still you shouldn't have done it. It only gets you into trouble."

Bobby looked up. "Well, you told me to speak up if I disagree with something. And besides…I thought you were right." Logan cocked an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to go on. "I mean, I would have done the same for Marie…if I could."

His opposite smirked. "Thanks, but still you got yourself into a lot of trouble."

Bobby shrugged and swallowed another spoon. "Already written the essay. So I don't care."

"What was the subject?" Logan asked, trying to cheer him up a bit. "Why I shouldn't annoy one eyed teachers? Answer's easy. Because he cries all night."

The boy smirked and shook his head in amusement. "Something like that."

Logan took a sip from his bottle, feeling the ice-cold liquid running down his throat. "How's Rogue?"

"Good. She was pretty scared after you'd left, but she's fine now."

"Sorry for that!" Logan excused and turned the bottle in his hand lost in thoughts. He knew he had caused a lot of damage; still he had to do it. He couldn't wait any longer…

Suddenly his nose caught a well-known smell and he turned his head, meeting blue eyes, which stared back at him in anger. Storm snorted and left. "Excuse me," Logan said quickly, before he put his bottle down and followed her.

He ran down the corridor after her and grabbed her arm. "Wait!"

Storm's eyes shined white for a brief moment. Furiously, she pushed him away and turned around again. Gritting his teeth, Logan took hold of her again. Noticing that he was standing right next to the room he used to sleep in, while the kids were upstairs with her, he opened the door and pushed her inside. Before he was able to close the door again, she already was on her way outside. "'Ro wait!" Logan said aloud and grabbed her arm once more. Immediately, he felt her hand hitting his cheek hard.

"Let me go!" she hissed and her eyes were white again, causing a lightning bolt to lighten up the room briefly. Pulling while trying to push him away, Storm tried to get rid off him.

"Listen to me," he began more calmly, but still holding her arms in a firm grip.

"Let me go!" she yelled at him and all of a sudden hell broke lose on the outside. A loud kraboom echoed through the whole mansion, causing the windows to vibrate violently. Furiously, she fought against and yelled at him, while Logan tried to calm her. As she began to hit him again, he took, after several futile tries, hold of her hands and pinned her to the wall. "Damn it, 'Ro, stop it!" he cursed and looked at her angrily. "Yell at me as long as you want, but stop hitting me!" Heavily breathing in anger, her eyes were fixed on him. Telling him how mad she was with him, how much she wanted to hurt him in return for the pain she'd to endure because of him. He saw the anger, disappointment, and pain mirrored in her eyes and didn't know what to do about it. "I'm sorry…"

"I don't give a shit, Logan!" Storm hissed through gritted teeth. "You're a fucking asshole!" Again she fought against him with all her strength, but his grip was too firm. "You're hurting me, damn it!" she yelled at him and drove the weather even crazier if still possible. He only waited for the windows to shatter…

"Well, I would let you go if you stopped acting like that!" Logan shot back and loosened his grip on her. Immediately, she gave him a slap round the face again and pushed him away. Growling, he watched her how she walked over to the window heavily breathing in rage. He, too, fought against Wolverine; desperately trying to keep him in his cage. He knew what would happen if he got out… Slowly and after taking a very deep breath, he came closer. Keeping a distance between them, he stopped behind her. Storm had wrapped her arms around her body. Every muscle was tensed and she still breathed heavily. Not knowing what to do without making her even angrier, Logan waited for her to calm.

"Do you even care?" she suddenly asked through gritted teeth. Swallowing hard she tried to get rid off the thick lump in her throat. She wouldn't start crying. Definitely not…

"About what?" he asked in return, unsure what exactly she meant.

"That people care about you? That they worry about you?" She answered his question.

"'f course I do," he said and buried his hands in his pockets.

Ororo nodded slowly. "Of course you do," she repeated sarcastically and bit her lip while her heart nearly broke her chest. "Of course you do!" she suddenly yelled at him after turning around. "If you cared you wouldn't have left your children or us! You don't care, Logan. You're still the bastard who only thinks about himself, who doesn't care that people are scared to death that you might be already dead!" Tears were running down her cheek, while her eyes mirrored her hate. She hated him for what he'd done… "I was wrong about you," she sobbed and raised a hand. "You're the fucking asshole I thought you were when I first met you. You didn't change one bit!"

"Come off it!" he yelled back and made her wince for a brief moment. "I left for Jean!"

She shook her head. "You left your children alone! You're a damn egoist, nothing more!"

With his hands on his hips he snorted scornful. "You think that eh?" he asked her in return while his eyes darkened. "I did it for my children. Not for me! And I wouldn't have left if they'd not been in good hands!"

"Do you really believe that?" Storm shot back aloud. "I didn't take care of them for you! I took care of them because someone had to. Otherwise they'd be dead by now!" Again she shouted at him. Furiously, she grabbed his collar and made him look at her. "It was your damn job, Logan! Not mine! You're their father; it's your responsibility, NOT mine!"

"I know that, damn it!" he hissed and tried to get rid off her. "But do you think I want Jean to wake up one day and the kids are already grown ups? Or that I want my kids to watch their mother dying?" He looked into her eyes, showing her how angry he was inside, while she was still crying and sobbing.

"And do you think I want to look down on your dead body again? Do you know what it felt like back then!" she yelled in despair while her heart was racing unstoppable. She shook him. "Do you know that you looked exactly the same when you stood in the kitchen before you collapsed? That I thought you were dead?" Heavily sobbing now she bent her head and looked down; her hands still holding his collar.

"I know what it feels like," Logan gave back through gritted teeth. "Jean died in my arms, remember?"

Ororo shook her head and took deep breaths. "Especially then you should care a bit more! Because there are people here who care a lot for you!" She looked up into his eyes, while tears were still running down her cheeks. The whole pain she'd to endure was mirrored in them now. Against her will, she got lost in his hazel pools, which stared back at her in sympathy.

"I'm sorry, 'Ro. But I had to do it," Logan said calmly and wiped away her tears gently. When she sobbed again, he took her into his arms and tried to calm her. Storm rested her head against his chest and stared at the wall. Her heart was still beating strongly, while her emotions were running wild. She couldn't tell him how much he'd scared her. How worried she was that she might never see him again. In fact she wasn't angry with him because he'd left and she'd to take care of his children. Her fear was far stronger in its origin. She could never endure it again to see him dying, to lose him without being able to help him. And in the moment he'd collapsed in the kitchen she thought it. She'd believed due to his many injuries and all the blood that he was dying. While Hank and Scott had kneeled down next to him, she had only been able to sit on her chair, shaking all over in fear and stare down on his torn body…she'd really believed she'd lost him again. Again she sobbed hard and clung to his shirt, while Logan kept on stroking her back and hair.

"I'm sorry," he assured her calmly again, not knowing how much he really meant to her. Not knowing how much it hurt her to know that there would never be more than this friendly gesture; that he belonged to someone else.

Slowly, Ororo looked up and met his eyes again. Logan still held her close, but had stopped stroking her back. "Don't do it again," she whispered pleadingly.

"I won't," he answered and shook his head. Seeing that tears were still running down her cheeks, he raised a hand and wiped them away again. He only noticed a shadow when she moved as she suddenly pulled him into a deep kiss. Unable to react first, he felt her soft lips caressing his for a moment, before she pulled away again. He noticed the sadness within her eyes, but didn't say anything. He was too surprised by her actions. Gently, she stroked his cheeks. "I'm sorry," Storm suddenly said before she turned around and left him even more confused than before.

Standing on the same spot for quite some time, Logan shook his head sighing. He really had a knack for causing trouble… Turning his head toward the windows he noticed that rain had set in. At least the thunderstorm had stopped, he thought and closed the curtains. Sitting down on his bed he stared at the door brooding. Things could only become even more complicated… Sighing again, he laid down on his bed and hoped he would find sleep this night…

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The door opened slowly and someone entered Logan's dark room. The light was turned on and immediately the intruder froze. The eyes fixed on the bed, the person came slowly closer and stopped right in front of it. The person, who was lying in bed suddenly awoke with a start and looked up, blinking in confusion against the bright light. Soon, realization and shock were mirrored on the face.

"Oh my God," Storm shrieked and jumped up. Her chin dropped when she looked at her opposite in shock. "Jean…" she gasped and covered her hand with her mouth, while tears were gathering in her eyes. "My God, Jean…" she embraced her friend tightly and began to sob heavily, while Jean didn't show any emotion. Storm let go. With her hands on her friend's shoulder she looked at her. She couldn't believe that she was really standing in front of her. "I…I can't believe it…" she said happily. "God, he will be so happy!"

"Will he?" Jean asked her coldly and caused her opposite to step back in confusion.

"Of course," Ororo said. "What makes you think he wouldn't…?" Suddenly, it hit her. "Oh, you don't think that…"

"What else should I think if you're lying in his bed?" Jean asked her sarcastically. Her blood was boiling despite her confusion and sorrow.

"Jean, I was watching over them," Storm explained calmly. "I must have fallen asleep." Storm looked down her opposite's body. "Look at you," she gasped in shock. "How is that possible?"

Jean shrugged while her eyes saddened. "How long was I gone?"

"Almost four and a half weeks," Storm answered. "It must be his healing factor, but…"

The red head furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?"

Her opposite looked up again. "Logan took off and let his healing factor be extracted. It saved you, but still…"

"You mean," Jean began and cut her off again, feeling completely confused now, "that I got a healing factor now?"

"Temporary, I think that's why your body looks the same as before your pregnancy," Storm said and noticed that Jean winced. "So that's why Logan always looks the same." She'd always wondered how he could eat and drink so much without gaining weight even if he didn't train regularly.

"Where's he?" she heard her suddenly ask barely audible. Something was wrong with her; Ororo sensed it.

"Downstairs. He sleeps in the room at the end of the corridor next to the elevators. He can't hear them there. Otherwise he'd never sleep." Watching her friend worriedly she asked herself why Jean looked so confused and hurt. As if she was in deep pain. Jean nodded slowly and turned around. "Jean?" Storm said aloud and made her look at her again. "It's so good to have you back. He was so scared and missed you so much…"

With one last empty look at her opposite, Jean left the room before Ororo could have the chance to ask her what was bothering her so much.

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Carefully, she opened the door downstairs and slipped into the nearly completely dark room. Her heart began to beat triple rhythms as she saw him lying on the bed. She could tell that he was deeply asleep. Slowly, she walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were fixed on him. It appeared to her as if she hadn't seen him in years. After she'd woken up, she was confused… Her body was thin again while she felt strong, but also empty. She remembered all the blood, knew as a doctor what it meant. She only hoped he could forgive her… Slowly, Jean reached out and touched him. She didn't even dare to imagine what he'd been through because of her again. Lost in thought, she gently stroked his cheek. She could tell that she'd missed him…

All of a sudden, Logan sat up alarmed and blinked. His eyes needed some time to adjust to the dark room. He knew someone was sitting right next to him. He had grabbed the hand of his unwanted visitor harshly, when he'd woken up. It was clearly female… He sniffed and immediately his heart rate kicked even more into high gear as he recognized the smell. Afraid that he was dreaming, he reached out and turned on the light. He was even more shocked when he really stared into these beautiful green eyes, which he'd missed so much. Unable to move or even react, he just sat in the bed and looked at her, while he loosened the grip on her hand.

"Hey…" she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. Quickly, she was pulled down and suddenly sat on his lap, while he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Jean felt his breath on her neck when he buried his face on her shoulder, clinging to her as if he was drowning. She pulled him even closer; feeling his muscles tense under her touch, as she suddenly seemed to switch bodies, when their mental link kicked in again. His emotions, thoughts and memories of the past weeks floated into her and overwhelmed her completely. She felt his despair, his fear and sorrow, the sadness and happiness he felt now… Tears were running down her cheeks as Jean caught the memory of the loneliness he'd felt even if the others were around him. She couldn't believe how much he'd missed her, how much he'd longed for her… Jean felt her shoulder and neck getting wet when she realized that he was crying as much as she was. It broke her heart that she made him suffer so much again. "I'm sorry," she only whispered and buried her face in his neck.

He didn't say a word or even move. The only thing he did was holding her tight and feeling the weight lifted off his shoulder and heart when he finally felt complete again… He heard her desperate sobs, felt her body shake violently, while she begged him to forgive her. Confused he took her head into his hands and met her eyes. "Forgive what?" Logan asked her softly and stroked her cheeks. She looked so miserable, so afraid and hurt. He wondered what she meant, why he should forgive her…

"That I've lost them," she cried heavily and buried her head into his shoulder again, while she clung to him.

"Lost whom, Jeannie?" he asked her softly and pulled the picture of misery close.

"Our babies…" she said between several sobs and cried even louder.

"Hell, Jean, no!" Logan took her head into his hands again, while he shook his heavily. "No!"

Complete confusion was mirrored in her face. Through wet and red eyes she looked at him. Her memories couldn't be wrong. There had been blood, lots of blood. And pain. She remembered especially the pain well. She was convinced she'd a miscarriage. "But," she began barely audibly while his hands caressed her back. "…the blood…"

"No!" he shook his head again. "The twins are fine. Hank and Moira did a surgery in the last second."

"But there's no scar and my body…" Jean said despaired getting more and more confused.

He smiled at her. "Because of the healing factor. I…"

"Yeah, 'Ro told me." She could still feel the shock after seeing her in his bed.

"You saw her?" Logan asked knowing what she must have thought. "Look, she helped me with the kids. Nothing more." Pushing the kiss in the back of his head, he gently stroked her cheek.

She placed a loving kiss on his lips, before she rested her head against his. She couldn't tell him how relieved but confused she felt at the same time. "I know."

"But you thought it first?" he teased her, knowing that she must have been jealous.

"Yeah." Jean smiled feeling caught.

Logan moved a bit, shifting her into another position. He looked at her, noticed every part of her, memorized it and wished this moment would last forever. He couldn't express how happy he was to have her back…that it really worked or how happy he was to hear her voice again, to be able to look at her again. "Wanna see them?" He lifted her up while he got of the bed. Jean shrieked in surprise and felt his lips on hers, before he took her hand in his and led her out of the room.

Logan advised her to stay calm after they'd reached his old room door. Cautiously, he opened it, seeing Ororo lying in the bed sleeping. He led Jean towards the second room door, which Hank and Peter put into the wall and stood open. He closed it behind them again. The small lamp on the bedside table was just enough to lighten up the room a bit. Insecure, Jean still stood at the door. "Come here!" Logan said barely audible and nodded towards the two cradles. She couldn't remember if she'd ever been so nervous in her life before. Her heart raced and her throat felt completely dry. Looking into his eyes, she came slowly closer until she stopped right next to him. Nervously, Jean lowered her gaze. She immediately held her breath and smiled softly as she looked at the two tiny babies who were sleeping. Logan gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rested his head on her left shoulder, while he also looked down. "Lily and Jack," he said and pulled her even closer. "You fine with it?"

She nodded, while she suppressed a sob. Her hands resting on his arms, she leant back. She couldn't tell him how relieved and happy she felt. Before, she was concerned that she'd lost them. She'd felt so empty, was afraid that it would destroy their relationship. Smiling, Jean silently let her tears flow. She still couldn't believe that these tiny beings were her babies…their babies. She wondered what she'd missed in the past weeks…

"You alright?" Logan whispered and caressed her neck.

Jean nodded. "I just can't believe," she began and turned around in his grip; looking into his loving eyes. "That they are really ours."

Logan shrugged playfully. "If you see how much they can eat, you'll be pretty soon convinced."

She smiled, before she turned around and gently stroked over their cheeks. With a last loving look, Jean looked at him again. "Let's go back to bed." He nodded and pulled her back into his arms.

Back in the room downstairs, Logan closed the door behind him and turned around. Surprised, he looked at her after she's kissed him passionately and pulled him close. Her caressing sent chills down his body. After all this time without her, his body reacted even faster to her touching than before. "Jean…" he said between several kisses. Finally, he took hold of her hands and pushed her gently away.

Confused, she looked at him. "What's wrong?"

He laid a hand on her cheek. "Take it easy, okay?" Logan said calmly. "You just woke up and have been through hell…"

Offended, she lowered her gaze. As a doctor she'd heard that some men reacted that way after their partner gave birth. But she'd never thought he would reject her. "You didn't want me because…"

"Hell, no!" Logan cut her off and shook his head. He didn't even know how she could even think that. Pulling her close again, he kissed her softly. "I want you more than anything, Jeannie. You know that. It's just," he pulled a strand out of her face. "We can wait." It cost him all his strength to withstand her. He wanted her so badly, longed with every fiber of his body for her. It had been too long without her… Within less than a second, she pulled him down again, showing him that she wanted it as badly as he did. That she didn't want to wait. Teasing him with her mouth, while her hands were all over his body, she pressed her hips against his. Sucking in the air through gritted teeth, he had no longer to be convinced. Quickly, Logan turned around and pushed her against the door. He smelled her arousal; knew that she was as excited as he was. The sight of her alone was enough to give him one…

Jean closed her eyes in excitement as he caressed the soft skin on her neck with his lips and tongue. Her hands entwined in his dark hair she pulled him closer, tilting her head to give him better access. Logan nibbled on her neck, traced his way down to her shoulders. She leant against the door and stroked his hair while her heart was beating strongly in her chest. He pulled her shirt over her head just to leave more love bites on her pale skin. His hands gently stroked her back and ribs, making her shiver all over. Already heated, she leant her head back again and rested it against the door, just to be pulled into another deep kiss by him in the next second. Jean laid one hand on his neck and pulled him close. Nibbling and sucking on his lower lips, she teased him until a passionate moan left his throat. She felt his heart beating as strongly against his chest as hers did and soon she realized that he, too, was good in teasing. His tongue caressed hers, fought with it while his hand touched and stroked her breasts barely noticeable. Impatiently, she pulled his tank shirt over his head and began to leave love bites on her own. Sharply, Logan sucked in new air and closed his eyes panting, while he felt her tongue and lips on his neck. Slowly, and not stopping the teasing and caressing, they tumbled over to the bed, leaving the rest of their clothes on the ground.

Logan kissed his way down to her belly. Feeling her muscled tense as his hands went deeper. Still, he didn't touch her center, which made her sigh in frustration. Smirking, he worked his way up again, intentionally only touching her most sensitive parts. Stroking her, teasing her, watching her burn with desire, while he heard her contentedly groans, made him ache even more for her. Jean pulled him down for another passionate kiss, before she rolled him over. On top now, she lasciviously smirked down on him, telling him with one look only that it was her turn now. He knew instantly, that he would suffer…

Her hand wandered up and down his sensitive spots while her lips placed kisses everywhere. He immediately moaned softly, when her hands came closer to his center. Still, he knew that she would seek revenge. She came close enough to make him arch up, touched him until his muscles tensed and he thought he couldn't be more aroused, but not daring to do what he wanted so badly. With a seductive smile she looked down on him again. Slowly, she began to move her hips, rubbing against him, while watching pleasurable as he bit his lips and closed his eyes. Now he knew what real suffering meant…

Suddenly, she stopped and he watched her in surprise. With a cocked eyebrow he looked into her heated face. Her eyes shined with desire and lust. Smirking and telling him straight ahead that her part was not over, she bent down. Logan grabbed the sheets hard, while groaning contentedly. Panting, he threw his head back and closed his eyes again, as her tongue touched his very center and most sensitive part. Slowly, she licked her way downwards, leaving him even harder than he already was before, but stopped when he arched up and his muscles tensed again. "Vixen," Logan cursed heavily breathing and earned a seductive smile from her. Quickly, he had grabbed her and rolled over; pinning her hands over her head to the mattress. After a deep passionate kiss, he looked at her smirking. Licking and caressing her neck and breast, while she moved her hip against his, one hand stroked its way down. Touching and teasing her around her very centre. Immediately, she arched up against him as he reached his target. Chuckling, he mentally sent a warning my turn into her direction. Jean looked at him with a questioning look, since he still held her hand captive over her head with one hand. Moaning, she arched up against him again and buried herself into the mattress, when he'd found her wet opening. "Jeez, Logan…" she panted and threw her head back in pleasure again as he switched from stroking to pulling two fingers in and out slowly; feeling her moisture. Sucking on her lip made her moaning even louder and she hoped no one could hear her. He knew she wasn't far from exploding as she began to meet his movements. Hearing her groan in frustration, he drew his hand back again and bent down for another kiss. She'd still her eyes closed, was heated up to her maximum and shivered in passion, as he intertwined his hands with hers, placing each next to her blushed head. "Look at me," Logan said hoarsely and she obeyed. In both eyes laid so much love, passion and longing that their hearts even gained speed. Both saw how much the other wanted the partner; how far they'd pushed the other already. Shortly after their eyes had met, he buried himself deep within her, causing her to cry in passion. Arching up against him once more, Jean threw her heads back as her feelings overwhelmed her. She already was too close…

"No," Logan said panting, trying to keep his control. "Look at me!" Tightening the grip on his hands, which still pinned her to the mattress, she met his eyes again. Slowly, he began to move, gave her time to adjust to him again. As soon as he felt her legs on his back and her meeting him, he began to speed up; grounding him against her small form. Hearing her panting and moaning in passion, seeing her sweating and blushed face and feeling her tightness and wetness, while he kept his hazel eyes on her green ones, Logan realized more than ever how much he'd missed her. How much he loved and longed for her. Once more he gave her everything. Mixed his emotions and thoughts with hers, while she gave him hers. Both got completely overwhelmed from it; thinking that they'd to die of a heart attack as it gained speed and nearly broke their chests.

Feeling her muscles contracting around him, Logan tightened his grip on her hands once more, while thrusting harder. Both looked at each other and nearly had to scream, as the release finally came and caused their world to blacken for a brief moment. Heavily breathing, he buried his head on her neck, while she threw it back against the mattress shaking allover. Desperately trying to calm their racing hearts, they began to shiver as the aftershocks set in. "Softie," Jean teased him and pulled him closer with her arms and legs as she noticed that he was crying, realizing that she did the same again.

Logan looked up and stroked her face gently. She saw his pain and relief within his hazel pools. "I missed you so much," he admitted barely audible and made her smile sadly. Pulling him down for another loving kiss, she buried his head in her shoulder again and he pulled her slim body closer.

"I love you…" Jean only said, stroking his back gently.

Realizing that they were still joined, Logan closed his eyes and his thoughts immediately drifted off to the small black box Scott had given to him earlier. His heart began to race again and he realized that he wanted it… Even if he'd never imagined it before, he wanted it. He realized that it was the only thing he still wished for. After all those years alone out there, without a home, going from place to place without any memory, he'd finally found a home. A home he loved. After using woman for one night only, he'd found a partner who loved him, who accepted and understood both sides of him…and who'd given him the greatest honor possible…his children. He was convinced that he really wanted it. He wanted her to be his and wanted to be hers in return…

Slowly, Logan raised his head and met her eyes. Noticing the change within his, Jean began to worry. "What's wrong?" she asked concerned and touched his cheek gently.

Logan looked down for a brief moment, thinking about his thoughts again, while his heart nearly broke his chest by now. Swallowing hard, he met her eyes briefly. "Be my wife," was all he said, before he looked into her shocked face again.

Sorry that it took a bit longer, but I had a really hard time to write this chapter. I had the beginning with Hank, Charles and Logan and the ending with Jean and Logan, but I couldn't come up with anything for the middle part. I wanted Storm and Logan to have a rather small fight, but everything I wrote didn't really fit it. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the nice reviews again: ) It's the longest chapter so far. 21 pages. : ) Oh, and please be kind, it was the first love scene I've ever written. ; )