I'm not owning of this, please don't sue me!

I wrote this story five years ago and it just looked like I never finished it, so, here it is.

Send My Heart In Three Sheets To The Wind.

"And what am I"? She says as her voice deepens and the room feels as though a shadow has descended upon it and I can feel little flickers of electricity on my skeleton, almost as though it's starting to come alive of it's own power.

"Jeannie? What are you doing?" I start to grow worried as I look down at my hands outstretched outside of my own will and my feet raise an inch off the ground. I know I've said the wrong thing and I'm afraid somebody other than myself is going to get some serious hurt. "Don't do this here! The kids!" I try to reason with her, and to my surprise, it works! She comes back to the same Jeannie that I've known and loved and sets me back down gently. I'm so scared, I almost wet myself and she can sense it, much to my tough guy embarrassment.

"I.. I'm sorry Logan!" She apologizes as she puts her hand to her head. "I shouldn't have done that, I don't know what's come over me!"

"I don't know what to think, Jeannie, but frankly I'm a little turned on! I tell her jokingly, trying to lighten the somber mood she's suddenly in. Just as I reach for her and hold her for a second, to let her know everything's all right, I see two little kids standing there and looking up with us with very excited eyes. "What do you two squirts want?" I mockingly growl as Jean laughs at the two wide grins pointed at us.

"Did you find something you wanted?" She asks Jacob and Raychel as she pushes away from me, much to my dismay. Neither child says anything as they both still have that loopy look plastered to their faces, but at least they can walk behind us to the registers. I'm walking a couple feet behind, still unsure of what to think about what she was going to do to me but when I hear her say " You know your face is going to stay that way, and then Batman's going to think you're the Joker and put you in Arkham." I had to crack up.

First Days

"Wake up, Jake." I sleepily yawn as I say the words that make any child older than five cringe. "It's time for school." I notice that his bed is already made and the smell of breakfast wafts through the air. A sure sign that Jean's here, and after that episode in the store, I'm nervous. I'm not one hundred percent keen on her spending time alone with my kid now until I find out what's up, so I make way to the kitchen where both kids are ready and eager to go. Jean is in her work clothes and my tuxedo apron, placing bacon onto plates as she telekinetically pours orange juice.

"Hi Dad!" Both kids say in unison giggling, Ray in her red pigtails and Jake in his favorite shirt. They've been doing that quite a bit this week, but it hasn't got annoying yet. I notice that the T.V. turns on and begins to flicker, something that happens a lot when Jacob gets excited. "You must be happy that school starts today." I say hoping to calm him down so he doesn't break another set. They're getting expensive to replace.

"Naw." He tells me while nonchalantly swinging his feet under the chair. "Jean made blueberry pancakes."

Now I'm excited. I love those things! I hear her sweet voice enter my mind, asking me quietly if we could talk about what happened. I don't want to talk, I just wish it'd never happened. "When the kids are gone, Jeannie. I don't want them hearing this stuff" I think back at her, and she agrees. Raychel's been picking up on private thoughts on occasion, and we don't want her to know anything about what happened to her, or her mother, or lately, me.

"Do you two want me to drive you to school, or ride the bus?" She asks them as they start to eat. She shouldn't even ask, of course any five year old is going to want the bus!

The rest of the meal goes smoothly except Jacob playing a trick on me that he learned from Jubilee. I had my coffee mug in my left hand, and I don't know why I looked, I wasn't even wearing a watch, but he asked me the time and I got a lap full of hot coffee. "Why do I keep falling for that?" I ask myself as thankfully, my healing factor kicks in.

We walk out to the bus stop in that early autumn air, the leaves haven't begun to change, nor has quite all the sting of summer gone, but the changes are floating in the air. The wind keeps changing direction and the birds have started their journey and the Canadian geese honk as they fly in perfect V's.

Jean and I walk side by side, her arms folded neatly across her chest, mine in my pockets. We watch the children about five paces ahead of us talking about everything that they're going to do today. They almost didn't get to go to public school, I wanted them home taught, but Jean thought it important that they learn to interact with other children, normal children, so that they have compassion and understanding for those who may fear and hate them for being normal. I think she was just tired of working at home.

"I'm going into town to present some new ideas to the office." She small talks with me, almost trying to avoid the pressing issue at hand. "Would you like a lift?"

"Much obliged, Jeannie." I say as I tip my old leather hat. Sometimes I think about how much I'd like to see that hat on the top of one of the posts on her bed and Jean blushes as Raychel asks me "Why would you want to do that?" I've no choice but to use the very grown up, " I'll tell you when you're older." Even though I dread that conversation.

"Oh!" She whines back at me. "You always say that! I want to be older now!"

"I'd rather you stayed my little girl." I tell her. Thankfully, the bus comes and the bus driver tells them to say goodbye to Mom and Dad. "By Mom and Dad!" they say as they fearlessly brave the unknown better than most adults I know. "Are they twins?" The bus driver asks us looking at Jean as though she's thinking, "There is no way that lady ever had twins!"

"No." We tell her, "But the story would take all morning." I turn to Jean and I can tell she's worried. Her green eyes are searching my steel gray ones, almost as though the answers to the world lay buried in them "Logan, about the other day..." she starts as she uncrosses her arms, but I stop her. "I just want to forget that day, I want to forget that feeling and I want to just forget what you tried to do to me." I tell her pissed.

"What do you mean, "What I tried to do to you"? She gets defensive. I know I got a fight brewing on my hands.

"You were going to kill me and don't tell me you weren't!" I spit back. "I know that feeling!"

She wipes off her face and looks me dead in the eye. "I admit I got rough with you, but I wasn't going to kill you. If I was, you'd be nothing but a vague recollection right now." I know she's right. I know she could do it, but I want to know why.

"What made you pull a psycho move like that on me? And more to the point, have you ever done that to those kids?" I'm up in her face right now, and she's right back in mine. I'm trying not to pull out my claws and she's trying not to bash me into the nearest tree.

"You arrogant little runt!" She throws at me as an insult "I've never harmed a hair on ether of those children's heads! The nerve of you!" I can feel the heat pulsating off her body. It's driving me almost as insane as she is.

"You uppity little bitch!" I hiss back at her, as I just can't help myself anymore. There was only an inch or so between our shouting mouths and I close that gap. Her moans and protests are muffled as I hold her close, but when I break the kiss, I get a surprise, She kicks me square in the jewels.

"Don't call me a bitch!" She yells at me as she kicks me again. "Oh! Logan! Are you all right?" She genuinely apologizes as she helps me up. "Force of habit!"

"Get away from me!" I cough at her as I recover. Unless you've got anything of interest to say, get away from me now, or I will hurt you."

"Scott might not be dead!" She says as she backs away. She knows she can stop me at almost any time, but I know when I feel a berserker coming on, and the last time, she was lucky to escape with her life and the children. Nothing holds me back, not even that blasted force field of hers.

"What?" I snap back to reality. That worked, I'm not going to kill her yet.

"Raychel described him to a T. She said a man at the park told her that he was her daddy." She says as she places a hand on my shoulder. "I'm not sure what to do about it. She's started to ask questions." I take her hand off me and throw it away. "Don't touch me." I tell her as I start walking towards her car. "I don't suppose you even saw this man?" I ask as she follows me to her car pleading with me to turn around.

"For a moment. But after that, we left and never went back to that park." She tells me as she sits down in the drivers seat and moves a doll from my seat.

"Jean, how can that be? You were there when he died." I remember it too well, that day might well be the reason why Jean would never date me, would never be with me and has refused my constant proposals.

"I know, Logan. I know that if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here, Raychel wouldn't ether." She breathes out a sigh as she starts the car. "I know how much I owe you, but Scott was my husband and you killed him. I can't seem to get over that. But Logan, what if that was him? " She pauses. "What if he expects to come back?"

"It was him, or you Jeannie. I chose you." She knows all of this. Funny thing is, we never talked about what happened. Scott was being controlled. Not by anything evil, but by medication and telepathic means. After he was taken over by Apocalypse, he was never the same. He was violent, distant and very abusive. After a few months of treatment, he seemed to get better, even like he was, a complete prick. So, his treatments were reduced and he went home, but then, the hallucinations started and he had beaten Jean up badly more than once. After all that Apocalypse did to him, and his treatments, her telepathy didn't work on him. Anyone else, yes, but her frequency was void, something with his brain waves mimicking too closely hers.

She must have been going to leave him, because he beat and raped her to the point where she was just a bloody heap on the boathouse floor. I was going to go fishing on the river when I heard her pleading for him to stop, and I heard his optic blast fire and her scream in pain, so I dropped my tackle box, rod and reel and ran to see what was wrong. There he was, completely still, with his face so distorted, I almost couldn't tell that that was Scott, rather than En Saba Nur. He was standing above her with nothing on but his boxers and glasses ready to fire the finishing blow and I reacted. This time, Scott was also a bloody heap on the floor.

Three weeks later, Jean found out she was pregnant. She never would let anyone really get close to her, or touch her after Scott died, which is more than likely why I got kicked in the sack, and why I got roughed up in the store, she's afraid of loving me. She's afraid of what I can do, what she's seen me do. I think she's also afraid of what she could do to me.

"Why were you going to tell what happened to Raychel?" She asks me. I suppose she doesn't want old wounds opened again, frightened that her child would be taken away from her if anyone else knew what she'd become, or what she did.

"I wasn't. I'd never do anything to you or your daughter. I know you feel that she's all you have in this world, but you have us too. Me and Jacob, you've got to know that!" I hope she knows that after five plus years of being puked on, fixing scraped knees and getting up at all hours of the night getting water, changing sheets and being the one to walk the dog she gave him four years ago. Not to mention that every year, Jacob has given her a mother's day gift. This year he gave her a turtle he found in the yard and named it Hank.

"I know that, Logan, but I can't ever risk going through that again. I won't do it if only for Ray's sake." Jean's resolve is strong on this, and I know how she can be. If I had to go through what she went through, I'd hate men too; I just don't understand why she thinks Scott was so great.

"That's why you should do this again! You're already his Mom, Ray already calls me her Dad! Let's just make it official! I tell her. I've told her for years, and I'd give up too if those kids of ours didn't keep it up, and if every little thing about her didn't drive me absolutely mad. The thing is, I think I've got an effect on her too. I can smell it on her every time our hands accidentally touch, every time our skin slightly grazes each other's when we move past one another, and most definitely as we kissed back there. I'm almost sure she came. And I'm almost sure she broke something on me when she kneed me.

"Logan, I've told you at least a hundred times, I'm not interested. Where do you want to be dropped off at?" She's growing exasperated at me, but I know she secretly enjoys the attention. Her daughter told me so over our weekly tea party. She also asked me why her mommy likes to see me without my shirt on.

"Harry's pub. Someone there owes me three grand." I tell her. "I want to take Jake and Ray out to that place they like, the one with the big rat, if it's alright with you."

"If you can handle both of them." She tells me as we pull into Salem, her first stop before she heads to the big city. "I'll pick you up in a few hours, then we'll get the kids." She's being short with me, as she always is when I bring up family. Her parents even call Jake their adopted grandson, what the hell is her problem?

"Don't bother, my scoots up here." I sneak another kiss, just a quick one before I run like hell. She'll be blushing all day and I'll be smelling her on my clothes too. She drives off to do her thing and I see something that makes me stop dead in my tracks.

Scott was glaring dead ahead at me.

"What the hell?" I curse as I run across that street. "I killed you!"

"I know." He sneers at me. "But thankfully, someone I know had a replica body ready for me."

"After what you did, Bub, She ain't going back with you!" I say in a whispered snarl. "From what I'm smelling off you, you ain't even Scott anymore, you can't even be human."

"No. I'm not." He tells me simply. "I'm something better, and as for Jean, take her, I don't care. I just want my daughter, and if I get more out of this, fine. Jean's nothing but breeding cattle any ways."

I blink my eyes and look around but he's gone. I almost feel like I was talking to myself. All I do know is that that was not Scott, at least not as I knew him, that was just something wearing his form.

I gotta go and get my scoot and three grand, then I need to save my family.