Disclaimer: Once again, I have no permission to use the X-Men, please don't
sue me. Jacob is my creation though, feel free to give him life. I have no rights to Blue's Clues, ither.
That Which You Cannot See.
"Happy first birthday, Jacob!" Logan exclaimed. It has been a difficult year,
a rewarding year, a year to learn. Logan has learned to change diapers, make formula,
hear his son's first words, and witness personal downfalls.
"What would you like for yer birthday, Squirt?" The loving father asked as he
tussled Jacob's black, unruly hair.
From where an uninvited observer sits, the young boy's answer is barely auditable.
This burly man, whom the stench of death is as sweet as a candy factory
has a thing or two against this small family. His name, Victor, means triumpent,
winner, but if anything, this man loses. He lost his humanity, a long time ago,
he lost his son, Graydon, to a vengeful woman, and gain to a bullet in the whole
mutant propaganda scheme. If anything, Victor only wanted a family, and he refuses
to let his sworn enemy claim all he cannot have. Why should a man
he hates so much, be so happy. Victor killed the boy's mother, and he did
so with the greatest joy. Now he wants the boy, he wants him dead, rotting
maggot infested soil, and he wants Logan to have to watch as his son caves away into
dust.
"Babies don't come from Daddy's tummy, I don't think I can do that one, Jaykee."
The boy's father laughed. "How about a ninja man?"
"I wike the blue!" Jacob expressed fondly. "Chocolate cake?" He asked.
Like all one year olds, Jacob loves chocolate, and anything to drink, is milk,
even if it's pop. Logan often wonders where he got that preferance from,
and even comes to wish he knew Jacobs mother better, if only to see her in the
child the two forged from a one night stand. It hurts to know that has to be
explained one day.
"Can I pway wif Raychel, Daddy?" Jacob questions. "I wike her."
"As a matter o fact, Sprout, I think she's here now with her mommy." Logan said
as he pointed to the two young red heads bounding down the path to the cabin,
presents in tow. Raychel, just now learning the fine art of motor skills was more
walking shakily, than bounding, and true to her roots, refused her mothers constant
attemps to assist.
"Happy birthday, half pint!" Jean exclaimed as she hugged the small boy.
"Raychel has a present for you!"
"I picked it myself!" Raychel exclaimed proudly. "Open it!"
"A puppy!" He shreiked with joy as the dog licked his face. "Daddy!"
"I see! What'r ya going to name him?" Logan asked.
"I want to name him Wolvie!" He exclaimed.
"You speak very well for a one year old!" Jean noted.
The rest of the conversation goes on casualy, to the veiwer, these four look
like a family, and the occasional long looks between Jean and Logan, do not go
unnoticed.
"Well! I got me a new plan!" Sabertooth grinned, his teeth glistning,
and his face showing the lines of cruel intentions. He is surprised Logan, nor security
hasn't noticed him yet, which leads him to belive that this is the one day
holiday for all the systems, to check, repair and boost. "Perfect!" He thinks
as he leaves to case the boat house, he had an idea. As for Logan not noticing,
he was up high, and upwind, all is good.
"Jacob, Why don't we go see uncle Chuck?" Logan asked. "I'm sure he'd love to see you."
"Beast?" Jacob half asked, half demanded.
"Yes, maybe he'll be there." Logans replied. "Lets go, Rug Rat!" He teased as
the four headed to the sprawling mansion.
"Tomorrow,"Jean began. "Remy and Jono are going out, If you'd like Jacob to spend
the night, you can go out with them."
"Much obliged Jeannie!" He said as Jacob and Raychel began to show weary
from walking. "Ain't had much time fer me ta kick it lately."
"Jacob, What else would you like for your birthday?" Jean questioned.
"You might not want to ask that!" Logan whispered.
"Why?" She said puzzled.
"You'll see." Logan replied.
"I want a baby!" Jacob announced proudly. "You can have babies!
Daddy said so!"
"Oh?" She said with an eyebrow raised.
"He's curious, like me." Logan defended himself. "He wanted to know
why you had balls in yer shirt! Honest! I nearly died laughing!"
"You have baby?" Jacob asked, looking up solefully.
"Ask Storm." Jean smiled.
"Evil!" Logan grinned.
"K." Jacob answered and dropped the subject.
"Thats quite a son you're raising!" Jean whispered.
"We are raising, Jeannie. We." Logan whispered back.
"Logan.. I really don't feel like getting into that right now. Lets just
enjoy Jacob's birthday." Jean sighed.
"Momma!" Raychel called out. "What Unca Logan saying?"
"How much you've grown, sweety." Her mother replied. "Oh look! We're here!"
The door opens, almost by majick as both adults have full arms, and to a child,
it is majick, but to the two adults, it is just the use of a power used millions of times.
"Jubwee! Fireworks!" Jacob cries out as he toddles across the floor to her.
"Ok.. just for the birthday boy!" Jubilee gives in as produced a biotechnic show from her
fingertips.
The children giggle at the show. Jubilee, herself is nearly seventeen now, but she
still laughs herself.
"Lets go see what Beast is up to? Shall we?" Jubilee exclaimed as she took the two children
with her.
"She'll be a great mom one day." Jean noted.
"Yea.. no doubt." Logan said. "She had great foster parents here."
"She always saw you as her father, or an older brother." Jean chit chated as she drew
out the box of party favours from a closet. "You know, with all the talk about
Jacob's birthday, Raychel forgot today was hers too! Isn't that strange?"
She bantered. "She though the doll house we gave her was for being good!"
"Didn't you tell her Happy Birthday?" Logan asked, trying to keep the mood light.
"Yes, she thought I was practicing for Jake." She returned, trying to keep the mounting
tension to a minimum. "Can you hang this while I blow up the balloons?"
"Yea.. Need the heilium tank?" He replied.
"In a minute, Some of these I want to fill regularly." She said.
As the two worked on decorating, Angelo walked by and in typical
Angelo fashion, smacks his head in an over done gesture and exclaimes
"Just get it over with!!!" And runs down to help Jubilee with the children.
"What was that about?" Jean asked.
"I dunno." Logan replied. Hand me the tape, please."
"Here." She did so absently, as their hands touched, sending blue flame
down their arms. "Hmn.. you shocked me!"
"Just my magnetisim." Logan replied with a grin.
"By the way, the work you did on that doll house was amazing!" Jean conversed.
"Weren't nuthin." Logan said as he tried to shake the effect Jean had on him.
"Logan, I can read your mind..please.." She said as she looked away.
As he was about to speak, Storm arrived with the cakes.
"If I were to believe young Angelo, you two would have been found in a
compromising positon!"She started. "And here you are on opposit sides of the room!
Kids!"
"Oh! Ororo! The cakes are beautiful!" Jean exclaimed, clasping her hands together.
"Good job 'Ro!" Logan said as he placed the candels.
"Beast was the geneous behind these, I merely asked Jacob and Raychel what they wanted
for their birthdays. Why does Jacob think I'm giving him a baby?" She asked.
"Long story, Ro." Logan replied turning red.
"Oh? I would like to hear it." She asked regally.
"Jacob wanted to know why I had balls under my shirt, and Logan had to explain things.
I told him you could do that too." Jean put in.
"Oh.. so long as that is all." Storm replied. "You are doing a beautiful job with the
room, the children should never suspect."
At The Boat House.
Victor lurks, he waits, he knows that his residual thoughts can be picked up by
the telepath, he knows he must not think, just know. Know what it is he's here to do.
The door isn't locked, the woman can defend herself, there is no need for the door to be locked.
"Logan expected me a year to the day. I'm early, he won't know what hit him."
Was what this bohemeth thought before he came here this day. But now he must wait.
If you don't think, she can't find you, but the fact of the matter is, right now,
she's so distracted and confused, she wouldn't know a hundred men surrounding her.
He finds his way in through the basement, the old boat dock, and finds his way through the
house, using a techeque he learned on these grounds, leaving no thought trail. He passes the baby room
and represes the uge to reminise about Graydon, his own lost child.
He passes her bed room too, and also represses the urge to think what could
happen on a pretty little bed like that.
At The Party.
"Daddy! Blue!!!!!" Jacob clapped his hands happily.
"Momma!! My day too!!!" Raychel sqealed with delight.
"Thats right, Pumpkin!" Jean said as she hugged the two.
"So, Jacob, Raychel," Beast started. "What do you want for your birthday?"
"Noooo!" Storm, Jean and Logan yelled as Logan placed his hand to stop
what Jacob said.
"I take it, the repliy isn't apropreat." Beast chortled.
The rest of the party goes on, with only the small incident of a juice spill,
then it was off to bed with the two children.
"Is she asleep?" Logan whispered.
"Yes. They had a busy day." Jean whispered back.
"I'll see you in the morning?" Logan enquired.
"Yes, Jacob needs breakfast, doesn't he?" She said.
"Only your eggs do."Logan smiled shyly. "I swear, sence Jacob
only will eat your cooking, I've gained ten pounds."
"Good. You've done a great job with him." Jean said as the two began walking
down seperate paths to the seperate houses.
"We, Jeannie. We. We are raising them!" Logan stopped her. "Us, Together,
whether you want to admit it or not, in all that matteres, we are a family."
"Logan! The children!" She whispered harshly.
"Talk to me!" Logan pleaded. "Please?"
"Logan, Scott hasn't been dead two years yet! I can't think about these things
right now." She contenued. "I have Raychel to think about."
"And I have Jacob to think about." He said. "Please think about it."
"I.. No. I need to go to sleep, I'll see you in the morning." She said.
"Goodnight, Logan."
"Night Red." He said as he turned towards the cabin.
As she reached the boat house, the events of the day sink in and she is
exausted. "Well, Ray, sweety, I guess it's time for a change and bed!"
She breaths out as she changes her daughter. "There you go! All better!" She
whisperes just as a blow knocks her vision blaque.
"I guess I gocha, firecracker." Victor growls as he licks the blood off his hands.
"Momma?!" Raychel screams as she tries to run from this horrid man
"Not this time, Half Pint!" He howls as he takes the mother and child.
He has a place not far from here, one with the equipment to handle this
special woman.
Later.
"Daddy!! Food!!" Jacob howls. " Hungry!"
"I'm trying Jake!" Logan said as he tries yet another batch of eggs.
"No!" Jacob screams as he bangs the plate against his highchair.
Logan has been trying for hours to get Jacob to eat, something, anything,
but the child remains inconsolable and Logan wonders where Jean is. Even
if she was mad at Logan, she would't make a child go hungry.
"Alright Squirt!" Logan says as he unhooks the tray from the highchair.
"We'll go find Jean and Raychel!"
"Yay!!" Jacob cheers as they leave the huge mess to clean up later.
They walk to the boat house and are there in fiveteen minutes,
just enough time for Jacob to wet himself.
"Something's not right!" Logan thinks to himself. "Saberetooth!"
As the short, but well built man enters the home of his affection,
he is shocked. The house is torn apart, pictures torn off the wall,
in the bedroom, sheets and clothing are everywhere and in Raychel's room, a small
spot of blood catches his eye.
It wasn't vey big, just enough for a wound to gush just a moment, then
stop to a tricle, probably even stop. Fear was in the air, not death,
not sex, just fear. The last year came together, Sabretooth always went on
about a red haired bitch that took his son when he was in the secret services
in Germany. He knows the woman was Mysteque, and the child, the late Graydon Creed,
Sabretooth has hated anyone even vaugly resembling her for nearly fourty years.
Sabretooth hated Logan, for little else than he is.
This is not the first time he had shown tendency towards Jean's non wellbeing.
The fact that Jean has red hair is not the monster's only problem with her.
One phrase works through Victor's mind when he thinks of her, one she said a long time ago,
A time she got the better of him, and beat him to a bloody pulp, for even thinking
to threaten her. "You are a firecracker!" She said as he went through a wall.
"And I am an atom bomb! Coming here didn't solve your problem, Creed."
She contenued as she broke open his lip. "It's the first step to ending it!"
Logan knew from security files that Sabretooth had received that beating, and his
personality won't let anybody win over him, Victor would be victorious,
even if he won by death, default.
The other matter was, Logan loved her. once, Victor had sworn to kill anybody
Logan ever cared about, "I'm gonna start with that uppity frail, Jean." Victor
had claimed.
"So it starts!" Logan thought as Jacob howled to be changed. "I'm trying, Jacob!"
Jacob was changed, thank goodness Jacob still had diapers here. Half his stuff
was here, half Raychel's at the cabin, just like a family, only seperated by groung and
walls. Ones of both the litteral and figurative kind. Jean still loved
her dead husband, and Logan, Logan hasn't been able to forgive himself for what he
allowed to happen to Jacobs mother. Thank heavens Jacob hasn't asked why he
doesn't have one. "Lets go see Uncle Chuck!" Logan exclaimed calmly, so as not
to alarm the perceptive child.
"No! Daddy! Raychel!" Jacob cried as he batted his fathers hand.
"We gotta go see Chuck to get Raychel, Sqirt!" Logan said as he picked up the wiggling
child.
Jacob screamed the entire way as Logan stuggled with him.
"Salutations! Beast heralded. "What brings you this way, so early with your
bouncing ball of lungs?"
"Find Jubilee to watch Jacob. We have a problem!" Logan said as he handed Jacob to Beast.
"Somebody knew our systems were down for repair yesterday!"
"Oh? I see. I'll be right back!" Beast sullened.
Elsewhere..About Three Miles.
Jean Grey comes through her haze as she realises her name's being called
and she can't sence a thing with her powers.. nothing. Blank.
"Jeannie.. Jeannie, wake up Red." A low, growling canadian voice hisses.
She is bound from the ceiling, Arms above her head, knees sagged to the floor,
intense headache, but she sees, and hears.
"Momma!" Raychel sobs. "Help! Momma!!!"
Sabretooth has her daughter, in his arms, holding her head.
"Don't hurt her! Monster!" Jean yells as she attemps to help her daughter.
"What was that you said to me?" Sabertooth spat back at her. "You are a firecracker."
He repeated as he twisted Raychels neck with a resounding hollowe crack
"And I an an atom bomb!"
"My daughter! No!" Jean cried the heartwrenching sounds no mother should face. "No!"
"Thats right bitch! She's dead!" Sabretooth yelled as he threw the child's
body down and advanced towards Jean. "And you are too!"
"You might not want to come closer, Victor!" Jean said as her voice darkened.
"Why, you can't stop me, cunt rag." Victor laughed.
"No, But Phoenix can!" she screached as her powers melted the inhibitors
and fried Creed. First his skin blistered and peeled away, then so went his muscles
as his bones fell to ash.
She crouched at her falled daughter and rebuilt her neck, cell by cell
as the small amount of life left in Raychel flaired and sputtered back to life.
"Momma?" She said wearly before returning to sleep.
sue me. Jacob is my creation though, feel free to give him life. I have no rights to Blue's Clues, ither.
That Which You Cannot See.
"Happy first birthday, Jacob!" Logan exclaimed. It has been a difficult year,
a rewarding year, a year to learn. Logan has learned to change diapers, make formula,
hear his son's first words, and witness personal downfalls.
"What would you like for yer birthday, Squirt?" The loving father asked as he
tussled Jacob's black, unruly hair.
From where an uninvited observer sits, the young boy's answer is barely auditable.
This burly man, whom the stench of death is as sweet as a candy factory
has a thing or two against this small family. His name, Victor, means triumpent,
winner, but if anything, this man loses. He lost his humanity, a long time ago,
he lost his son, Graydon, to a vengeful woman, and gain to a bullet in the whole
mutant propaganda scheme. If anything, Victor only wanted a family, and he refuses
to let his sworn enemy claim all he cannot have. Why should a man
he hates so much, be so happy. Victor killed the boy's mother, and he did
so with the greatest joy. Now he wants the boy, he wants him dead, rotting
maggot infested soil, and he wants Logan to have to watch as his son caves away into
dust.
"Babies don't come from Daddy's tummy, I don't think I can do that one, Jaykee."
The boy's father laughed. "How about a ninja man?"
"I wike the blue!" Jacob expressed fondly. "Chocolate cake?" He asked.
Like all one year olds, Jacob loves chocolate, and anything to drink, is milk,
even if it's pop. Logan often wonders where he got that preferance from,
and even comes to wish he knew Jacobs mother better, if only to see her in the
child the two forged from a one night stand. It hurts to know that has to be
explained one day.
"Can I pway wif Raychel, Daddy?" Jacob questions. "I wike her."
"As a matter o fact, Sprout, I think she's here now with her mommy." Logan said
as he pointed to the two young red heads bounding down the path to the cabin,
presents in tow. Raychel, just now learning the fine art of motor skills was more
walking shakily, than bounding, and true to her roots, refused her mothers constant
attemps to assist.
"Happy birthday, half pint!" Jean exclaimed as she hugged the small boy.
"Raychel has a present for you!"
"I picked it myself!" Raychel exclaimed proudly. "Open it!"
"A puppy!" He shreiked with joy as the dog licked his face. "Daddy!"
"I see! What'r ya going to name him?" Logan asked.
"I want to name him Wolvie!" He exclaimed.
"You speak very well for a one year old!" Jean noted.
The rest of the conversation goes on casualy, to the veiwer, these four look
like a family, and the occasional long looks between Jean and Logan, do not go
unnoticed.
"Well! I got me a new plan!" Sabertooth grinned, his teeth glistning,
and his face showing the lines of cruel intentions. He is surprised Logan, nor security
hasn't noticed him yet, which leads him to belive that this is the one day
holiday for all the systems, to check, repair and boost. "Perfect!" He thinks
as he leaves to case the boat house, he had an idea. As for Logan not noticing,
he was up high, and upwind, all is good.
"Jacob, Why don't we go see uncle Chuck?" Logan asked. "I'm sure he'd love to see you."
"Beast?" Jacob half asked, half demanded.
"Yes, maybe he'll be there." Logans replied. "Lets go, Rug Rat!" He teased as
the four headed to the sprawling mansion.
"Tomorrow,"Jean began. "Remy and Jono are going out, If you'd like Jacob to spend
the night, you can go out with them."
"Much obliged Jeannie!" He said as Jacob and Raychel began to show weary
from walking. "Ain't had much time fer me ta kick it lately."
"Jacob, What else would you like for your birthday?" Jean questioned.
"You might not want to ask that!" Logan whispered.
"Why?" She said puzzled.
"You'll see." Logan replied.
"I want a baby!" Jacob announced proudly. "You can have babies!
Daddy said so!"
"Oh?" She said with an eyebrow raised.
"He's curious, like me." Logan defended himself. "He wanted to know
why you had balls in yer shirt! Honest! I nearly died laughing!"
"You have baby?" Jacob asked, looking up solefully.
"Ask Storm." Jean smiled.
"Evil!" Logan grinned.
"K." Jacob answered and dropped the subject.
"Thats quite a son you're raising!" Jean whispered.
"We are raising, Jeannie. We." Logan whispered back.
"Logan.. I really don't feel like getting into that right now. Lets just
enjoy Jacob's birthday." Jean sighed.
"Momma!" Raychel called out. "What Unca Logan saying?"
"How much you've grown, sweety." Her mother replied. "Oh look! We're here!"
The door opens, almost by majick as both adults have full arms, and to a child,
it is majick, but to the two adults, it is just the use of a power used millions of times.
"Jubwee! Fireworks!" Jacob cries out as he toddles across the floor to her.
"Ok.. just for the birthday boy!" Jubilee gives in as produced a biotechnic show from her
fingertips.
The children giggle at the show. Jubilee, herself is nearly seventeen now, but she
still laughs herself.
"Lets go see what Beast is up to? Shall we?" Jubilee exclaimed as she took the two children
with her.
"She'll be a great mom one day." Jean noted.
"Yea.. no doubt." Logan said. "She had great foster parents here."
"She always saw you as her father, or an older brother." Jean chit chated as she drew
out the box of party favours from a closet. "You know, with all the talk about
Jacob's birthday, Raychel forgot today was hers too! Isn't that strange?"
She bantered. "She though the doll house we gave her was for being good!"
"Didn't you tell her Happy Birthday?" Logan asked, trying to keep the mood light.
"Yes, she thought I was practicing for Jake." She returned, trying to keep the mounting
tension to a minimum. "Can you hang this while I blow up the balloons?"
"Yea.. Need the heilium tank?" He replied.
"In a minute, Some of these I want to fill regularly." She said.
As the two worked on decorating, Angelo walked by and in typical
Angelo fashion, smacks his head in an over done gesture and exclaimes
"Just get it over with!!!" And runs down to help Jubilee with the children.
"What was that about?" Jean asked.
"I dunno." Logan replied. Hand me the tape, please."
"Here." She did so absently, as their hands touched, sending blue flame
down their arms. "Hmn.. you shocked me!"
"Just my magnetisim." Logan replied with a grin.
"By the way, the work you did on that doll house was amazing!" Jean conversed.
"Weren't nuthin." Logan said as he tried to shake the effect Jean had on him.
"Logan, I can read your mind..please.." She said as she looked away.
As he was about to speak, Storm arrived with the cakes.
"If I were to believe young Angelo, you two would have been found in a
compromising positon!"She started. "And here you are on opposit sides of the room!
Kids!"
"Oh! Ororo! The cakes are beautiful!" Jean exclaimed, clasping her hands together.
"Good job 'Ro!" Logan said as he placed the candels.
"Beast was the geneous behind these, I merely asked Jacob and Raychel what they wanted
for their birthdays. Why does Jacob think I'm giving him a baby?" She asked.
"Long story, Ro." Logan replied turning red.
"Oh? I would like to hear it." She asked regally.
"Jacob wanted to know why I had balls under my shirt, and Logan had to explain things.
I told him you could do that too." Jean put in.
"Oh.. so long as that is all." Storm replied. "You are doing a beautiful job with the
room, the children should never suspect."
At The Boat House.
Victor lurks, he waits, he knows that his residual thoughts can be picked up by
the telepath, he knows he must not think, just know. Know what it is he's here to do.
The door isn't locked, the woman can defend herself, there is no need for the door to be locked.
"Logan expected me a year to the day. I'm early, he won't know what hit him."
Was what this bohemeth thought before he came here this day. But now he must wait.
If you don't think, she can't find you, but the fact of the matter is, right now,
she's so distracted and confused, she wouldn't know a hundred men surrounding her.
He finds his way in through the basement, the old boat dock, and finds his way through the
house, using a techeque he learned on these grounds, leaving no thought trail. He passes the baby room
and represes the uge to reminise about Graydon, his own lost child.
He passes her bed room too, and also represses the urge to think what could
happen on a pretty little bed like that.
At The Party.
"Daddy! Blue!!!!!" Jacob clapped his hands happily.
"Momma!! My day too!!!" Raychel sqealed with delight.
"Thats right, Pumpkin!" Jean said as she hugged the two.
"So, Jacob, Raychel," Beast started. "What do you want for your birthday?"
"Noooo!" Storm, Jean and Logan yelled as Logan placed his hand to stop
what Jacob said.
"I take it, the repliy isn't apropreat." Beast chortled.
The rest of the party goes on, with only the small incident of a juice spill,
then it was off to bed with the two children.
"Is she asleep?" Logan whispered.
"Yes. They had a busy day." Jean whispered back.
"I'll see you in the morning?" Logan enquired.
"Yes, Jacob needs breakfast, doesn't he?" She said.
"Only your eggs do."Logan smiled shyly. "I swear, sence Jacob
only will eat your cooking, I've gained ten pounds."
"Good. You've done a great job with him." Jean said as the two began walking
down seperate paths to the seperate houses.
"We, Jeannie. We. We are raising them!" Logan stopped her. "Us, Together,
whether you want to admit it or not, in all that matteres, we are a family."
"Logan! The children!" She whispered harshly.
"Talk to me!" Logan pleaded. "Please?"
"Logan, Scott hasn't been dead two years yet! I can't think about these things
right now." She contenued. "I have Raychel to think about."
"And I have Jacob to think about." He said. "Please think about it."
"I.. No. I need to go to sleep, I'll see you in the morning." She said.
"Goodnight, Logan."
"Night Red." He said as he turned towards the cabin.
As she reached the boat house, the events of the day sink in and she is
exausted. "Well, Ray, sweety, I guess it's time for a change and bed!"
She breaths out as she changes her daughter. "There you go! All better!" She
whisperes just as a blow knocks her vision blaque.
"I guess I gocha, firecracker." Victor growls as he licks the blood off his hands.
"Momma?!" Raychel screams as she tries to run from this horrid man
"Not this time, Half Pint!" He howls as he takes the mother and child.
He has a place not far from here, one with the equipment to handle this
special woman.
Later.
"Daddy!! Food!!" Jacob howls. " Hungry!"
"I'm trying Jake!" Logan said as he tries yet another batch of eggs.
"No!" Jacob screams as he bangs the plate against his highchair.
Logan has been trying for hours to get Jacob to eat, something, anything,
but the child remains inconsolable and Logan wonders where Jean is. Even
if she was mad at Logan, she would't make a child go hungry.
"Alright Squirt!" Logan says as he unhooks the tray from the highchair.
"We'll go find Jean and Raychel!"
"Yay!!" Jacob cheers as they leave the huge mess to clean up later.
They walk to the boat house and are there in fiveteen minutes,
just enough time for Jacob to wet himself.
"Something's not right!" Logan thinks to himself. "Saberetooth!"
As the short, but well built man enters the home of his affection,
he is shocked. The house is torn apart, pictures torn off the wall,
in the bedroom, sheets and clothing are everywhere and in Raychel's room, a small
spot of blood catches his eye.
It wasn't vey big, just enough for a wound to gush just a moment, then
stop to a tricle, probably even stop. Fear was in the air, not death,
not sex, just fear. The last year came together, Sabretooth always went on
about a red haired bitch that took his son when he was in the secret services
in Germany. He knows the woman was Mysteque, and the child, the late Graydon Creed,
Sabretooth has hated anyone even vaugly resembling her for nearly fourty years.
Sabretooth hated Logan, for little else than he is.
This is not the first time he had shown tendency towards Jean's non wellbeing.
The fact that Jean has red hair is not the monster's only problem with her.
One phrase works through Victor's mind when he thinks of her, one she said a long time ago,
A time she got the better of him, and beat him to a bloody pulp, for even thinking
to threaten her. "You are a firecracker!" She said as he went through a wall.
"And I am an atom bomb! Coming here didn't solve your problem, Creed."
She contenued as she broke open his lip. "It's the first step to ending it!"
Logan knew from security files that Sabretooth had received that beating, and his
personality won't let anybody win over him, Victor would be victorious,
even if he won by death, default.
The other matter was, Logan loved her. once, Victor had sworn to kill anybody
Logan ever cared about, "I'm gonna start with that uppity frail, Jean." Victor
had claimed.
"So it starts!" Logan thought as Jacob howled to be changed. "I'm trying, Jacob!"
Jacob was changed, thank goodness Jacob still had diapers here. Half his stuff
was here, half Raychel's at the cabin, just like a family, only seperated by groung and
walls. Ones of both the litteral and figurative kind. Jean still loved
her dead husband, and Logan, Logan hasn't been able to forgive himself for what he
allowed to happen to Jacobs mother. Thank heavens Jacob hasn't asked why he
doesn't have one. "Lets go see Uncle Chuck!" Logan exclaimed calmly, so as not
to alarm the perceptive child.
"No! Daddy! Raychel!" Jacob cried as he batted his fathers hand.
"We gotta go see Chuck to get Raychel, Sqirt!" Logan said as he picked up the wiggling
child.
Jacob screamed the entire way as Logan stuggled with him.
"Salutations! Beast heralded. "What brings you this way, so early with your
bouncing ball of lungs?"
"Find Jubilee to watch Jacob. We have a problem!" Logan said as he handed Jacob to Beast.
"Somebody knew our systems were down for repair yesterday!"
"Oh? I see. I'll be right back!" Beast sullened.
Elsewhere..About Three Miles.
Jean Grey comes through her haze as she realises her name's being called
and she can't sence a thing with her powers.. nothing. Blank.
"Jeannie.. Jeannie, wake up Red." A low, growling canadian voice hisses.
She is bound from the ceiling, Arms above her head, knees sagged to the floor,
intense headache, but she sees, and hears.
"Momma!" Raychel sobs. "Help! Momma!!!"
Sabretooth has her daughter, in his arms, holding her head.
"Don't hurt her! Monster!" Jean yells as she attemps to help her daughter.
"What was that you said to me?" Sabertooth spat back at her. "You are a firecracker."
He repeated as he twisted Raychels neck with a resounding hollowe crack
"And I an an atom bomb!"
"My daughter! No!" Jean cried the heartwrenching sounds no mother should face. "No!"
"Thats right bitch! She's dead!" Sabretooth yelled as he threw the child's
body down and advanced towards Jean. "And you are too!"
"You might not want to come closer, Victor!" Jean said as her voice darkened.
"Why, you can't stop me, cunt rag." Victor laughed.
"No, But Phoenix can!" she screached as her powers melted the inhibitors
and fried Creed. First his skin blistered and peeled away, then so went his muscles
as his bones fell to ash.
She crouched at her falled daughter and rebuilt her neck, cell by cell
as the small amount of life left in Raychel flaired and sputtered back to life.
"Momma?" She said wearly before returning to sleep.