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Chapter Summary: Jendayi's apparently gone bananas, and we see just how much so. Wherever Jamila is, something is happening to her too. RoLo should be anticipated, as well as slight Pietro/Jamila, and Kurt/Jendayi.
Chapter 4-She's Bonkers
Previously.
Scott rushed into the room. "Jendayi's gone crazy!"
Ororo gaped at the redheaded teen for a moment. "What?"
"No time to explain. Follow me!" Scott led Logan and Ororo to outside Jendayi's room, where the professor and a small group of students were sitting/standing.
"Charles? What's going on?"
"She's heated the doorknob to the point where none can touch it, and she's in there, throwing things and I think she's hurt herself," Xavier said.
Logan's claws emerged. "Everyone outta the way," He growled, slicing off the doorknob and bursting into the room. Jendayi the panther growled at him and leapt, claws outstretched. Logan batted her away, and she sliced her foreleg on a piece of metal. She slipped momentarily in the blood before regaining her balance and charging again at her father. "I'm sorry Jendayi."
Jendayi's claws left four diagonal slashes on her father's face. He hurled her into the wall, where she connected with a sickening 'thud'. She shook her huge head to clear it, and leaped at Logan again. She was actually in midair when he reacted by hurling her away from him, into the marble balcony. Jendayi's head struck the balcony, and she passed out. As she slipped into unconsciousness, her features flattened, and her body shrunk until she was back in human form. A long slice from the inside of her wrist to her elbow was still pouring blood. Without a word, Logan picked the unconscious girl up, and carried her down to the infirmary, with Hank behind him.
"Logan, get Jean Grey, and then, we'll need room to work," Hank said in a business-like manner. Logan complied, and then went into the kitchen, where Ororo was sitting. She jumped up as Logan entered.
"Before you can jump me, I dunno anything. Hank just kicked me out the room."
Ororo sighed and sat back down. Nearly three hours passed in silence, and then Henry came into the kitchen, heading straight to the coffee machine. Ororo jumped up expectantly.
"She suffered a slice to the wrist that extended from elbow to wrist that bled heavily, as well as numerous other cuts and bruises. But..."
"But what?" Ororo breathed.
"When she hit her head on the marble balcony, the resulting head trauma put her into a coma," Hank said slowly.
There was perfect silence, save for Ororo's heavy breathing as she tried to keep her composure. Logan pulled out a cigar and lit it before asking Hank a question. "How long do you think she'll be in it?"
"A few weeks at the least, a few years at the most. Comas are fickle things. For now, all we can do is monitor her closely, and hope for the best. You may sit with her Ororo, if you wish."
Ororo nodded, and followed Hank out of the kitchen. Kurt teleported in front of the refrigerator. "Is there any vord, Mr. Logan?"
"Yeah. Kurt, I don't know how to tell you this...but, Jendayi's in a coma. Hank doesn't know when she'll snap out of it."
Kurt just stared, unblinking. Then, with a BAMF he teleported away. Logan heaved a huge sigh of cigar smoke.
In the Acolytes hideout, Jamila was minding her own business, drying dishes, when the pain hit her. An overwhelming throbbing in her body hit the poor girl so badly she screamed. Pietro rushed in. "Jamila, what the hell's going on?"
"Ah don't know," She mumbled through gritted teeth. Pietro walked to her side, and placed his arm around her shoulders.
"Should I go get your mom?"
"Please." Pietro rushed out of the room, and was back shortly, Leilani in tow. Leilani knelt by Jamila's side, concern very evident in her voice.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
"Ah don't know, but she's hurt." Jamila's eyes were squeezed tightly closed.
"Who's hurt?"
"Jendayi, who do you think? Ah have to go find her." The pain began to ebb away, and Jamila opened her eyes cautiously. "Who are you? Pietro, Ah thought you were going to get mah mom?"
"She is your mom, Jamila," Pietro said. He and Leilani exchanged surprised looks.
"She's not mah mom. Ororo Munroe's mah mother, remember? Ah've never seen her in mah life." Jamila got up and left.
"We have to remodify her memories," Leilani said with her usual toneless voice.
"If we can find her," Pietro mumbled. He left the room.
Jamila walked downstairs, where Remy was eating a sandwich and watching TV. She walked up to him. "Ah need you to take me to New York. Ah don't know what Ah'm doing here, or why, but Jendayi's sick, and she needs me. Just take me to the airport, and Ah can handle the rest."
"What? How did you get your memories back?" Remy said in surprise.
"What do you mean? Never mind, you can tell me on the way." Jamila grabbed his hand, and dragged him to his motorcycle. Remy handed the girl a helmet, and they sped off.
"Magneto is gonna kill Remy for dis," He muttered.
"Why don't you stay at the Institute?" Jamila suggested.
"They're too goody-goody for me."
"Then don't have a side at all. Do what you want."
"That ain't gon put food on de table, chérie."
"Maybe not, but it's better than nothin."
Remy pulled up to the airport in record time. Jamila tore into the airport, and located a bank of payphones. She dialed the number to the Institute, while Remy watched.
"Hello Jamila,"
"Professor, Ah need you to get me a ticket to New York, NOW!!!!" Jamila cried.
"Just go up to the ticket desk. Everything will be fine." Mystified, Jamila hung up the phone, and walked up to the ticket desk. The woman smiled at her.
"Hello, Miss Kerry. Here's your ticket, and your flight leaves in precisely fifteen minutes, so you had better hurry." Jamila took the ticket, and began to run. Remy watched her from the door.
"That's one crazy fille," He muttered before heading off. He saw Sabretooth and Psyche walk into the airport, and shook his head. Instead of going back to the Acolyte's hideout, he took off in the opposite direction.
Jamila had almost made it to the gate when she heard a familiar growl. Turning, she saw Sabretooth, and Colossus advancing on her. Not stopping her run for anything, she froze both of them solidly to the ground and continued running. She thrust her ticket to the ticket collector and ran down the hallway. She made it to on the plane, and settled back for the ride.
Jendayi was laid out on a bed, with lots of tubes and wires attached to her body. Ororo was sitting on the bed, holding her daughter's hand tightly. "One of my daughters gets kidnapped, and the other one is in a coma. Goddess, what did I do to deserve this?" She whispered, smoothing an errant lock of blue from Jendayi's face.
"Ya didn't do anything, Ro. I told ya it ain't ya fault."
"Then why does it feel like it is?"
"Cuz you've got too big a conscience. You know good as I do it ain't yer fault, so quit blamin' yerself." Logan had the good sense to put out his cigar. He pulled up a chair, and sat down. Ororo looked at him with red-rimmed eyes. He sighed. "Cripes Ro, just be there for one of yer daughters at least."
Xavier rolled into the room. "Ororo, Logan, Jamila is on her way,"
"WHAT?!!!" Ororo never screamed, but her voice did raise quite a bit.
"Apparently, the shock of what happened to Jendayi brought her back to her senses, and she got a plane ticket, and she's on her way as we speak." Xavier patted Ororo's hand and left. A smile spread across Ororo's face.
"She'll be here soon. Maybe her presence will help Jendayi." Ororo turned her gaze back to her comatose daughter. She murmured something in her native tongue. The words Logan couldn't translate, but he echoed their meaning in his head.
Just hold on, Jen, Jamila's on her way.
Across the country in a plane, Jamila had her eyes closed. "Just hold on, Jen, I'm coming." She whispered.
Pietro was in Jamila's old room, looking at the empty bed they had shared. At last, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room.
Magneto was toying with a small metal sphere when Sabretooth walked into the room. "I figured she'd get away." Magneto heaved a sigh and got up. "I hoped Psyche's memory block would be more powerful than that." He strode from the room.
In his room, Kurt knelt in front of his dresser, hands clenched around his rosary beads, lips moving silently in heartfelt prayer.
(Eyes of Green; Eyes of Gold)