Author's note: Includes flashbacks which play 9 months after Changes and fill a part of the gap between Changes and the Sequel.
Changes Sequel – I. Darkness Part 8
As arranged, Scott had gotten the X-Men together and was now sitting in front of the desk. Next to him sat Ororo, while Kurt, Hank and Mystique occupied the sofa at the wall to the right. Charles had his hands folded in front of his mouth, the arms resting on the armrest and was obviously deeply in thoughts. The room was illuminated by the sun beams which made their way through the few trees in front of the window. They waited for him to start, to tell them his theory on why their friend behaved strangely. Letting his hands sink on to the desk, the Professor looked at them finally.
"I think that the feral side of Logan gives him a hard time. Somehow Wolverine can gain control over him and I think that's why he acts so strangely," he said and watched how Ororo gave Hank a short look. "I noticed that his behavior when Scott brought him to me before, came pretty close to when we first met him."
She shook her head in confusion. "But why? Logan was in perfect control for years… There were no signs that something was wrong with him before he left. He was calmer, but that was because he had to go…"
Charles thought about it briefly before he turned to Scot. "You said you found him in some kind of wood?"
"Yeah, not far from where we've found the wreckage of the Blackbird," Scott replied and folded his arms. "Kurt and I were packing our stuff when we heard Hank calling for help. We ran into the wood and saw Logan, claws extracted standing in front of him."
"But he wasn't really feral. Not even aggressive," Hank added and bent forward thinking. "He seemed to be more confused and it took a bit before he recognized us…"
"He only behaved strangely to be more precisely," Scott said.
Charles nodded. "There was nothing suspicious about the wood?"
Mystique shook her head. "I analyzed everything that was sent over. The pictures haven't shown anything."
Hank, Kurt and Scott briefly exchanged glances. "No…," Kurt replied, too. "It was a normal wood."
"Charles…, what's your theory on this? I mean, if it is really Wolverine and not Logan…," Ororo said and Scott nodded, knowing what she wanted to say.
"…then we need to lock him up and quickly! You know what he's capable of."
"But I still don't get it. How can a single wood cause such a drastic change in his behavior?" she added and had to frown, since she got rather more confused than her questions were answered.
Hank nodded in agreement. "Good question!"
Charles leant back, one arm rested on the armrest the other was at his cheek. "You already gave the answer, Ororo."
"I did?"
He nodded whereas the others could only frown. "Logan was in perfect control for four years now. He never let Wolverine come to the surface during a fight, not even in the Dangerroom."
"But he still strolled around in the wood…," Hank disagreed with the theory. To him it didn't make any sense.
"No…," Ororo shook her head. "I've watched him once. He only walked through it. In the past, he'd allowed his berserker to run free in it."
Charles nodded. "And that's the point! I think by suppressing Wolverine for so long, Logan had caused a drastic change."
"You think he forgot how to tame him?" Mystique asked and crossed her arms.
"No, I think it might be possible that he lost consciousness after the plane crashed. Since his healing factor had to work on the damage, which probably was quiet a lot, Wolverine had enough time to gain control over Logan. And with a wood nearby…"
"…was it the perfect opportunity for him to make Logan step aside," Ororo finished his sentence nodding.
Charles nodded. "Precisely!"
Hank still shook his head. "But Logan is able to fight him. He can gain control again whenever he wants to…"
"I think the problem is that Logan never let Wolverine take over in the past four years. And you have to think about Logan and Wolverine as the same dual personality like Jean and Dark Phoenix. Wolverine exists next to Logan. His needs are completely different from Logan's. And by suppressing these primal urges for such a long time, he probably gave Wolverine enough power and anger to do the same to him now."
Scott thought about it briefly and lowered his head. "So that means we have Wolverine on day-release?"
Mystique shook her head. "His eyes are normal…"
"If it was Wolverine, I doubt we would still be breathing," Charles explained and looked down briefly. "No, I think Logan tries to hold him back… It doesn't always work as we've seen and has a great impact on his behavior and personality, but…"
"So currently it is neither Logan nor Wolverine?" Kurt asked in confusion and looked to and fro the others, hoping that someone of them would help him out. But most of his friends could only shrug. Not knowing what to believe.
"Still we have to do something about it!" Ororo said after a while.
"Can't you work with him on gaining full control again?" Hank wanted to know and looked at Charles, but this one shook his head.
"I doubt he'll let me…," he replied and fixed his eyes on the table. "He made perfectly clear that I should stay out of his head."
"Maybe Jean can," Scott suggested. "At least he let's her close."
The Professor nodded. "She needs to try. We can't risk unleashing Wolverine completely. We don't know what happens if Logan looses control completely and I want you to try everything not to make him mad!" He especially looked at Scott warningly. "No one of you has ever met the real Wolverine. And believe me, you won't!"
Later the day, after Ororo had talked to Jean and explained the while situation to her, the red head entered the small apartment and found Logan lying on the bed dozing. "We need to talk," she said calmly and closed the door behind her.
"No, we don't," he grunted as a reply without opening his eyes.
Sighing, Jean sat down on the edge of the bed, clearly worried. "Logan…," she said in a despaired, still calm voice and looked at him. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothin'…"
Shaking her head she bent forward a bit. "What's happened to you on that mission? You're behaving so strangely…"
Opening his eyes, he gave her a glare and got up a bit. "Do I?!"
Remembering Ororo's warning not to make him mad Jean broke eye contact and lowered her voice a bit. "If I wasn't able to see that it is you, I wouldn't even recognize you…," she said barely audible and took his hand in hers. "Please talk to me, honey…"
Growling, Logan pulled his away. "I don't want to talk. I want to have time for myself, damn it!"
Backing off a bit, she shook her head in confusion. "Then why are you here?" Jean asked him and wrapped her arms around her body. "You usually go into the wood to be alone."
"Didn't feel like it," he grunted with a short snort, before he gave her a look again. "So why don't you go and do again whatever you have done before, huh?"
Looking down briefly, while her heart contracted for a moment, her eyes caught something which made her frown. "Where're your engagement and wedding ring?" she asked.
"Must have lost'em," he replied coolly and made clear that he wanted to be alone.
Offended, Jean looked to the ground. "We only want to help you…," was everything she said and walked over to the door, not daring to push him further.
"And tell the kids to leave me alone, too," Logan added and laid down with closed eyes again. "I don't wanna see anyone…"
Laughing in joy, TJ clung tighter to her mother; feeling the wind playing with her short black hair, while the breeze cooled her skin. "Higher!"
Smiling at her daughter, Storm held her closer and rose a bit more into the air, looping the loop which made the child even more excited. Laughing with her, the grown up rose higher, seeing her husband waving at them from the roof, while she suddenly saw Jean coming out of the back door. Noticing the rather sad look on her friend's face, Ororo flew over to Kurt. Hearing the loud protest of TJ, she handed her over to him. "Sorry, honey, but Jean needs me right now, okay?" Kissing the girl's forehead, she flew down and landed on the ground.
"Is Aunt Jeannie sad?" TJ asked her father and looked at him curiously with her yellow eyes.
Kurt smiled at her and stroked over her head. "Your mom will cheer her up. Don't worry, Mäuschen." Holding her tight, he disappeared with her.
"Jean?" Ororo called and ran over to her. "Hey, wait!" Grabbing her by the shoulder, she finally managed to make the red head stop. "Gosh, where have you been?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Jean said apologetically and turned around. "I was lost in thoughts as it seems…" Embarrassed, she ran a hand through her hair and looked away.
Sensing that something was wrong, Ororo laid a hand on her shoulder. "You talked with him, hm?"
Jean bit her lip and nodded. "If you can call it talking…"
"Hey, don't make such a face," Ororo tried to cheer her up. "Don't forget what Charles said… This isn't really Logan…"
"I know," her opposite replied. "But…" Sighing, Jean shook her head. "I just don't know how to deal with it. The whole time through I wanted to have him back so badly. And now that I have he…" She fixed her eyes to the ground, feeling how a single tear ran down her cheek. "How am I supposed to help him if he doesn't let me?" she asked her best friend despaired.
Seeing it, Ororo bit her lip and embraced her tightly. "You'll see, everything will turn out all right." She pulled a strand out of her opposite's face. "You know that as soon as he's his old self again, he'll make up for everything he's done to you…"
Smiling slightly, Jean looked towards the pond. "I only wonder how long it will take…"
Leading her over to the pond, both women sat down. Ororo looked into the sky smiling. "Remember when you were pregnant with Rachel? The hard time you've given him since you were so sensitive?"
Jean had to giggle and watched the small waves in the pond. "I'm still sorry for that…"
Jean laid in bed awake, 8 month pregnant with her Logan's third child, while he was deeply asleep. Looking at him briefly, while one hand rested on her belly, she heard her stomach rumbling. Hearing how he turned around in sleep, now facing her while he held the pillow tight, she nudged him slightly. "Logan?" Seeing that he didn't react a bit, Jean sighed and nudged him a bit harder. "Logan?" she asked again. "Honey, wake up…" Logan snorted briefly and pulled face, while his right hand grabbed the sheet roughly and pulled it more over his head. Still he was still fast asleep.
Sighing, Jean sat up a bit, still holding her belly. She would get up herself and walk down to the kitchen… Still she remembered his warning not to get up on her own. He would slice her into pieces if she did. Heaving a deep sigh, she nudged him hard this time. "Logan!" Jean said aloud and nearly fell off the bed when he sat up rapidly and looked at her shocked.
"W…What?" he asked confused and clearly had trouble to understand where he was and what was happening. While his heart still raced, he stared at her frightened. "Is the baby coming?"
"What?" Jean asked confused and shook her head. "No…"
Worriedly, Logan bent forward a bi. "Are you sure? Is something wrong?" He demanded to know panicky. "You sure it's not coming?"
"Logan, stop it! I'm fine!" Jean replied stressed and narrowed her eyes briefly.
"Sure?"
"Hell, yes! I'm only hungry…"
Groaning in frustration, Logan let himself fall backwards, while his hands rested on his face. "Jesus and I thought it was an emergency…," he sighed and tried to calm his nerves again.
"Well, it kinda is…," she said calmly and watched him closely. Almost feeling sorry for the shock she'd obviously just given him. "I'm really hungry."
Logan gave her an odd look. "Jean…it's 3:30 at night," he said calmly in disbelief. "Can't you just wait 4 more hours till breakfast?"
Hurt, she looked at him, while she ignored the begging expression on his face. "I'm now hungry, Logan…," she complained and pouted. "And you told me not to dare and get up on my own… Do I have to remind you that this," she pointed at her belly "is mainly your fault?"
"Darlin'… I'm damn tired because I ran for you all day… Can't you just wait at least…let's say three hours?" Logan asked her in despair, feeling drunk because of the sudden interruption of his sleep. He immediately regretted having said it when he saw her pulling a face. Groaning in frustration, since he knew what was coming, he closed his eyes. "I bet it's gonna be a girl as sensitive as you are this time…," he mumbled and Jean's head instantly shot up.
"So it's my fault now?" she asked him crying.
"What?" Logan said in confusion and sat up. "No! Gosh, Jeannie, please not again!"
Sniffing, her hands grabbed the blanket hard. "You don't like me anymore…"
"I never said that, girl! You know that this ain't true!"
"I only asked you to get something to eat from the kitchen and you yell at me," she went on complaining, while he started at her shocked.
"Yell?" Logan shrieked and got on his knees on the bed, looking at her in shock. "I ain't yelling!"
"See?" Jean said sobbing. "Just now!"
Running a hand through his face groaning, he raised a hand and closed his eyes briefly. "Just tell me what you want, okay? I'll get it, darlin', but please…," he folded his hands begging. "Please stop crying, will ya?"
Biting her lip, Jean thought about it briefly. "Mhm…strawberry ice cream with…maple syrup and a marshmallow," she finally said and looked his blank face.
"What?!" Logan replied disgusted and looked at her in disbelief.
"What?! Are you now complaining about what I'd like to e…," she began but he cut her off.
"No, no!" he quickly said and jumped off the bed, while he raised his hands and backed off after he'd seen the tears again. "I'll get it, okay? Be right back!"
On the next morning, Logan helped Jean on a stool in the kitchen where the others were already gathered and eating. Greeting each other briefly, he turned towards his wife. "So, what do you wanna eat?" he asked her since it was his turn for months now to serve her. And this included breakfast, lunch and dinner, while he took also care of the household after it had become too hard for her. The most time through he was only growling at the others, who had clearly a good time in teasing the' Wolverine the despaired house-husband'. If he thought about it that it would be still at least one more month before his third child was born…
Thinking for a while, Jean watched him standing at the fridge waiting. "Omelets with ham and eggs…"
"'Kay," Logan replied and opened the fridge, amazed that her wish was something normal…After getting everything he needed from the fridge, he walked over to the stove when Jean turned around.
"Could you give me the muesli?" she asked him and his movements froze.
"I thought you wanted…," he began, ignoring the amused looks of the others. Especially the wide grin on Scooterboy's face.
"Yeah, but it takes some time until you've made them…," she said innocently and heard him taking a deep breath, before he handed her the muesli. "And a yoghurt!"
Logan couldn't help but shaking his head when he opened the fridge again. "No wonder that even my clothes don't fit anymore…," he mumbled to himself calmly, but she heard it.
"So I'm fat?" Jean asked him angrily. Logan cocked an eyebrow at her. Hormones and pregnant women were a miracle to him… "That's what you think, hm?" she asked him offended and bit her lip. "That I'm a stupid fat cow…"
"Did I say that?" he asked her and looked at the others of whom only few were still smirking. "Who of you pushed the bitchy-button, eh?" Hearing it, Jean pulled a face and he groaned. "Jean, please! Not again!" he said frustrated and ran a hand through his face.
"Just admit it, Logan!"
"Admit what?"
Turning away from him, she shook her head sobbing. "You're a bastard…"
Groaning aloud, Logan turned to make the breakfast for her. By now he couldn't help it anymore. He was pissed. Taming one beast was hard, taming two beasts for months suddenly became too much for him… "Fine, I'm a bastard…," he said calmly, but through clenched teeth and threw the shell of the egg angrily into the trash bin. "I'm a bastard because I'm getting up for my wife at night to get her something to eat, take over her work, endure her fucking moods for months now, but yeah…go ahead! Call me a bastard!"
Sighing she looked up and ran a hand trough her face. "I'm sorry… I know I'm behaving like a bitch…"
He put a plate down in front of her, still looking pissed. "Yeah, you do!"
Seeing her pouting once more, he can only shake his head. Watching her getting up and saying something about toilet, he waited until she was gone, before he leant against the counter sighing; resting his face in his left hand.
"I can understand you know," Hank said all of a sudden. "You've my sympathy, Logan!"
Cocking an eyebrow, Logan slowly turned towards the mutant. "Oh, really?" he said cynically.
"Well, what do you think? That being pregnant is easy for us?" Ororo asked aloud and clearly pissed off. Both men looked at her with an odd expression after they exchanged glances, while Scott quickly took his plate and left the kitchen. "Oh, don't give me that look! You've no idea what it means to gain so much weight, have those moods, back pain and vomit your stomach out nearly every morning…" Angrily, she looked at them while holding her round belly. "The only thing you do is have fun for a few minutes and we have to deal with the consequences afterwards! And those last longer than the fun you had!"
"Fun?" Logan asked her not minder pissed and cocked an eyebrow. "What's fun about being the target of a moody woman, eh?"
"Who's fault is it that she's moody, huh?" Ororo gave back and crossed her arms.
Hank buried his face in his hands sighing. "Now she starts, too…"
"Oh, shut up, Hank!"
"'Ro…it's okay. Just calm down, will ya?" Logan asked her stressed and folded his arms before he looked at Hank who had nudged him slightly.
"Well, at least Kurt isn't as off color as you…"
"What is that supposed to mean?!" the woman asked him since she had understood every single word. Logan shook his head sighing and walked over to the fridge. Pulling a hidden beer out of the farthest corner, he began to search for his hidden cigars behind it. "A beer and cigar for breakfast?" she asked him disgusted and looked as if she would run to the toilet any minute. Her face didn't change, when he walked past her with a snore.
"I thought you quit?" Hank asked him in surprise and watched him opening the backdoor.
"Just have been given a reason to start again!" Logan grunted and closed the door behind him.
"See?" Ororo said. "And it was over with bitchy-me and you as soon as the girl's were born… I'm sure he'll be fine again when he's finally gotten over the crash. Even if he'd never admit it, I'm sure it has a great impact on him…"
Jean nodded. "And that he refuses to talk about it doesn't make it better…"
"You know men," Ororo shrugged. "Showing emotions is an absolute no-go for them."
Smirking, the red head nudged her. "Come on! As if Kurt never shows emotions…"
Grinning, while she nodded playfully, her opposite raised a hand. "Look who's talking! Who has lost the bet that Logan wouldn't freak out during the birth, huh?"
Jean wobbled her head. "He didn't freak out, 'Ro!"
"Nah, he first nearly dropped of the stool and was pale as a ghost when he held his daughter in his arms," her friend teased her.
It's February 14th 8:15 a.m. Kurt, Peter and Logan were already in the kitchen making breakfast for their wives, or rather Peter for his girlfriend. It didn't take long and Scott, Hank and Bobby entered. Seeing what was going on in the room, they stopped at the door; groaning playfully.
"Oh, no…," Hank said. "Don't tell me we have to eat here."
"Nope, you're allowed to eat here," Logan replied without looking up from the pan.
Entering slowly, Scott took a look around. "Shall I get Jubes that she makes a picture of the three of you?"
"Picture?" Someone suddenly shrieked in the corridor and they could hear how quick footsteps made their way to the kitchen. "Here I am!"
Sighing, Peter briefly looked up from his work. "Oh no. Jubes…"
"What?" the young woman complained. "Wolvie making breakfast in a room decorated with roses… I call that something!" Grinning, she looked at the man who stood at the stove.
"Yeah, whatever," Logan grunted taking care of the pancakes.
Not listening to the others, Kurt laid down a rose on each Jean's, Ororo's and Kitty's plate, while Peter lit up candles. Bobby couldn't help but smirk and sat down on a stool at the end of the table. Scott and Hank followed him, while Jubilee stood next to Logan smirking.
"What? No heart shaped pancakes?" she mocked him. "I'm disappointed, Wolvie! Really!"
"Just shut up and sit down. Ya won't get and of these anyway," he shot back with a slight growl.
"What? You're cooking and we have to make our own breakfast?" Hank playfully asked shocked and Bobby laughed slightly.
Scott could only shake his head and purred coffee into his cup. "Every year the same…"
"Well, at least their wives get something to eat, huh?" Bobby said teasingly and folded his arms.
Hank nodded. "Yeah, we don't need food. Let us starve to death! A great leader you are, my friend!"
Nudging her friend, Jubilee pouted. "You're mean!" she complained. "You're cute wife gets self-made pancakes from the mighty Wolverine and I'm starving!"
Logan put the pancakes on each of the three plates while he gave her a teasing smirk. "First of all, my wife eats for two and second…," he put the pan down on the stove. "…get yourself a husband who cooks for you. Oh right, I forgot. You're just too annoying to be a wife!"
While the others giggled, she pulled a face. "That was mean!"
"No, it was the truth!" he replied smirking and folded his arms in front of his chest; leaning against the fridge.
"Well, and I bet she has only married ya because of ya sexy body," Jubilee shot back imitating his position, ignoring the stares of the other because of her bluntness. "Because you ain't nice, Wolvie!"
Logan, still smirked and bent forward while cocking an eyebrow at her. "I'm only nice to girls who deserve it, so…not you!"
Ororo and Kitty entered the kitchen sleepily. Smiling like a simpleton at his wife, who held their new born daughter in her arms, Kurt walked over and kissed both tenderly. "Morning!" she said and smiled back, while he stroked TJ's cheek carefully.
"Morning. How did you sleep?"
"Surprisingly well. You got up when she cried, didn't you?" she asked him and he nodded briefly, before she kissed him once more thankfully. Laying a hand on her back, he led her over to her stool, while Peter still kissed Kitty completely lost in thoughts. Logan only remained in his position at the fridge smirking.
"All those lovebirds around here…," Scott said and shook his head.
"Yeah, and we're supposed to eat here," Jubilee added and took her seat.
"Well, you can still leave!" she heard Logan saying and stuck out her tongue at him.
"Forget it!" she shot back. "And besides, I'm nice and men would love to marry me!"
Chuckling, Logan nodded playfully. "Yeah…"
"Scott would, right?" she said and looked at the man who was about to sip on his coffee hopefully.
His movements immediately froze. "Ehm…no…," Scott replied and heard Logan chuckle again.
"But Bobby would!"
"Eh…honestly…no," the young man said and saw her glaring at him. Swallowing he felt cold sweat on his forehead. "I mean marrying now. Not you!" he quickly tried to save the situation.
Seeing the rose, after they had finally let go of each other, Kitty kissed Peter again. "That's so sweet! Thank you!"
"You're welcome," he said smiling and kissed her neck tenderly.
"Gosh… And now he'll start…," Scott groaned and nodded towards Logan who had already turned his attention to the door. They knew he had already heard and smelled something they hadn't.
"Well, at least you can learn from him…," Jubilee mocked playfully and sipped on her cocoa. "Only thing he's good for, right, Wolvie?" But he didn't even react and had only eyes for Jean, who just slowly entered the kitchen in his clothes. One hand rested on her back, while the other was on her belly. Jean smiled at them, before Logan pulled her close and kissed her tenderly.
"Happy Valentine's Day, darlin'" She smiled at him, while he stroked her belly lovingly. "How are the two of ya doin'?"
"Good. But it becomes pretty exhaustive by now," she replied and he led her to her stool; helping her to sit down on it. "Can't wait to walk like a normal human being again."
Logan chuckled and kissed her again before e sat down next to her.
"Well, our husband's did a good job, girls, what do you think?" Ororo asked smiling while she looked over their decorated part of the table.
"Perfect!" Kitty agreed and smiled at Peter, whereas Jean turned the red rose in her hand smiling happily.
When Ororo took a piece of the pancakes in her mouth, she stopped chewing all of a sudden and frowned. "Who made these?" she asked and looked from one man to the next.
"Ha! Not so perfect, huh?" Jubilee cheered looking at Scott and Hank who grinned.
"Logan cooked," Kurt replied without looking up from his daughter, who was born one week ago. Giving her loving looks, he placed another kiss on her forehead.
"They taste awesome," Ororo said and gave Logan a surprised look.
Bending forward a bit, Jubilee nodded towards the red head. "Well, Jean obviously doesn't think so…"
Logan instantly began to frown and looked at his wife worriedly. "Something wrong with the cakes?" Jean shook her head and grimaced in pain. "Darlin'," he said frightened and his heart immediately kicked into high gear. "What's wrong?" He felt her taking his hand and squeezing it tightly, while she breathed out through gritted teeth.
By now also the others were looking at her in shock, while Wolverine wanted to come to the surface in fear of his mate. Logan saw that she was in heavy pain and instantly remembered how she'd collapsed back then when she had been pregnant with the twins. "Is something wrong with the cub?"
Jean nodded and looked at him with pain mirrored on her face. "I think it wants to taste the pancakes on its own…," she said and squeezed his hands again.
"What?!" Logan asked in confusion, not able to think straight in his current state.
Ororo sighed and shook her head. "Men… The baby's coming, Logan!" she told him bluntly and the shock on his face became even stronger.
"Now?!" he asked her and nearly dropped of his stool.
Getting up, Hank moved towards the door quickly. "What are you waiting for, boy? Bring her to the infirmary. I'll wake Moira!"
Hours later…
Sitting behind her to support his wife, Logan gritted his teeth, when she nearly mashed his hands again. Right after coming into the room and sitting down on the bed, Jean had grabbed his hands and was squeezing them so tightly by now, that he was thankful to have his adamantium skeleton and healing factor. Watching how Moira was sitting in front of them, he desperately tried to stay calm for hours now. By now Wolverine was roaring and fighting so hard against him in fear for his mate that he was shaking from time to time. As if this wasn't enough, Logan felt her stress and pain through their mental link as if he was experiencing both himself.
Patting Jean's knee encouragingly, Moira gave Logan a quick glance, seeing how he was shaking again. "Come on, Jean," she said and switched to the red head who had briefly sat up a bit heavily breathing. "You're doing fine!"
Jean panted and grimaced in pain, before she rested against Logan's chest again with flushed cheeks. Looking to the side, he took a cloth and cooled her sweaty face with it gently. Watching her grimacing once more, he held her hands again quickly. Seeing how Moira checked before she nodded, he knew he would feel even worse within the next minutes. "Okay, next time I want you to push," the woman said and looked at the red head.
Biting her lips hard, Jean felt how Logan began to stroke her cheeks. Still, she was close to start crying. By now she was going through it for almost over 18 hours… When another labor pain hit her, Moira helped her up. "Come on, push, Jean!"
With a more than tensed face Logan felt how she grabbed his hands painfully firm. It really drove him crazy to see her suffering so much. Panting, Jean felt back against him and began to sob.
"Again next time, okay?" Moira said.
"I can't…," the red head cried and closed her eyes while she loosened the grip on Logan's hand a bit.
"Of course you can. You're doing fine," Moira assured her and heard Jean groaning again. Pushing once more, while she gritted her teeth and had her eyes closed tightly, Jean squeezed Logan's hand even firmer that before. "God, I swear Logan, you're not going to touch me ever again," she hissed through clenched teeth and heard him chuckle slightly despite his own inner turmoil.
"You're not keeping to it anyway, darlin'," he replied and heard her panting again before she pushed once more. Hearing her groaning in pain, he closed his eyes briefly; suffering with her.
"Go on, go on!" Moira said.
Heaving loud deep breaths, she closed her eyes and rested her head against his shoulder again, while he cooled her flushed face and wiped away her tears. "You're doin' fine, darlin'," Logan said softly and stroked through her face gently, when another labor pain hit her.
"Yeah, go on, girl. Come on! I can already see the head!" their opposite encouraged her, whereas Logan had to swallow hard because of her loud painful groans.
During the pregnancy, which had been completely different than the first, she'd given him a hard time, too, because she was so sensitive. Only one wrong look or word of him was enough to make her cry. And her desires during it had been strange, too, especially when it came to eating. Still, he couldn't forget what had happened to her during the first one, had been overprotective because he was afraid that it would happen again. Not to forget their fights because of his behavior… He was still afraid that something would happen to her.
Hearing a sudden loud painful cry from her, he awoke out of his trance. Ignoring the raging Wolverine, who wanted to ram his claws into something or somebody, within him, he felt how Jean fell back against him heavily panting, while she sobbed aloud. Hearing another shrill cry, he looked up and watched Moira smiling at them, before she laid a small, crying being on Jean's chest.
"Oh God…," the red head sobbed, while she gently stroked over the wet and bloody skin.
"A girl! Congrats!" Moira said and watched them happily.
Logan took a deep breath and ran a hand through his sweaty face, when the dark haired woman suddenly handed a scissor to him. "Come on, daddy. Cut through it!" Looking up, he finally realized what she wanted him to do. Taking the instrument into his hand, he cut through the clamped umbilical cord.
Jean still cried while she kept on stroking the baby gently, who finally calmed down and was tucked into a warm blanket by Moira. Logan sat down behind his wife again and buried his face on her neck briefly to take another deep breath. Looking up, he fixed his gaze on his daughter once more, but still rested his head on Jean's shoulder. Kissing her neck and shoulder, he wrapped his arms gently around her, noticing that the red head was already half asleep. Still, she noticed that he was crying…
"You alright?" Logan asked her softly and she nodded weakly.
"Yeah, only tired…," moving a bit she tried to find a more comfortable position against his chest.
"Then lay down," he replied calmly and wanted to get up.
"No… I'm fine like this," Jean mumbled and closed her eyes, while he leant back a bit. Watching his newborn girl lovingly, he bent forward and stroked her cheek gently. Hearing how Moira came over to check on mother and child, he gave her a worried look. "Is she fine?"
"She's pretty exhausted," she replied with a look on Jean who was fast asleep.
He snorted. "No wonder…"
Raising her head, Moira looked at him concerned. "What about you?" she asked calmly. "Wolverine gave you a tough time, huh?"
"Yeah…"
Bending down, she checked on the girl smiling. "The two of you really have a knack for making beautiful babies, you know that?" Logan chuckled and ran a hand through his tired face. "I mean look at your twins and the little girl here now. I'm sure they'll be pretty good looking later…"
"Well, we're their parents, ain't we?" he teased her playfully and made her smile even wider.
Turning around, Moira briefly looked at the wall clock. "We've 2:35 a.m. now. It'll take at least two hours before the birth is completely over," she said and looked at him. "Why don't you take the cutie here, give her a bath and dress her properly? I stay with Jean and do the check up when you're back."
Logan nodded and got slowly up. Supporting Jean with his arms, he laid her down gently. Still she grimaced asleep.
Walking towards the west wing, he noticed the light in the kitchen. Frowning, he looked into it briefly and saw that Ororo looked up from her cup. "Oh my God!" Quickly, she got up, while Hank, Kurt, Scott, Charles, Bobby, Kitty, Peter and Jubilee turned their heads towards him.
"You're all still awake?" Logan asked them surprised, while Ororo looked at the baby smiling.
"What do you think? That we can sleep?" Scott replied stressed. By now, also Bobby, Kitty and Jubilee had come over and looked at the sleeping baby in Logan's arm.
"What is it? Girl, boy…or both again?" Hank asked and winked at his friend.
"Girl," Logan answered smiling proudly and gave his baby a loving look.
"Congrats!" Scott said and put his cup down. "How is Jean?"
"She's fine. She's sleeping."
"No wonder after so many hours," Charles stated and was also looking at the baby smiling. "Congrats again, Logan. As beautiful as the others."
"Thanks."
Tilting her head a bit, Jubilee made a face thinking. "Well, this one here definitely doesn't look like you, Wolvie…," she noticed and tried to find any similarity to him.
Kitty nodded. "Right… At least not now with all the stuff on her skin…"
Chuckling, Logan moved towards the door. "I was about to bath her. Be right back!"
Jubilee watched him leave and waited until she heard how the door to the staircase which led to the Grey's apartment was closed, before she turned around grinning. "See?! I told ya he'd cry!"
Ororo hugged her husband tightly. "Have you seen how cute she is?"
Scott looked at her smirking. "Watch it, Kurt! If she already begins like that you'll be a father again soon!"
"Ey! I never said that!" the woman protested and heard the others laughing.
Upstairs, Logan cautiously opened the door to the apartment. Seeing that Rogue was fast asleep on the sofa, since she was watching over the twins and Isa, he carefully closed it behind him again and stepped closer. Smiling slightly, he got the blanket from the ground, which had fallen down, and spread it over her body again. Afterwards, he walked over to the bathroom, closed the door behind him and began to fill a small bathtub with warm water, while he looked at his daughter lovingly. Putting the small blanket away, Logan bent forward a bit and carefully began to bath the newborn baby. Feeling the unfamiliar liquid on her skin, the girl pulled a face first, but didn't start crying as he thought. Gently, he cleaned the light hair and face, as suddenly the door opened behind him.
"Oh, it's you. I thought one of the kids was up," Rogue said and frowned sleepily since she couldn't figure what he was doing. All of a sudden a wide smile was visible on her face. "The baby?!" she asked excited and came closer.
Nodding towards three shelves, Logan briefly looked at her. "Could you give me a towel?"
Grabbing one, he carefully laid the baby into her arms, before he turned around to take care of the tub. Rogue smiled down at the baby and tucked her into the towel. "Gosh what a cutie," she went into raptures and stroked the girl's cheek tenderly with her gloved hand. "Another girl to make grumpy daddy show his mushy side, huh? And finally one that doesn't look like you." She grinned at Logan who had cocked an eyebrow at her. Shaking his head, he shoved her over to the bedroom. Rogue laid the girl onto the changing table and stepped aside to watch him beginning to dry and dress the girl properly.
"How's Jean? Is she alright?"
"Yeah, only pretty exhausted," he replied and laid the towel aside.
Leaning against the wardrobe, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at the girl. "What's her name?"
He only shrugged. "Dunno…"
"Oh, come on; Logan! Not again!" Rogue cried playfully and had to grin. "The two of you think about everything but not the most important thing…"
"Well, it's for Jeannie to pick a name this time," he apologized jokingly. Still, it was true…
Rogue only shook her head and bent over the girl. "Daddy will give ya nicknames anyway, no matter what mommy says, sweetheart."
Watching her, Logan only shook his head before he took his girl into his arms and wrapped a small blanket over her. By now, he had to admit proudly, was he even better than Jean in dressing the kids. At least he was the faster one of both parents and didn't stand in front of the kid's wardrobe thinking what his kids could wear today. He just grabbed something out of it and that's it. "What's the matter with girls and babies anyway, eh? You see one and you're practically brainwashed," he asked the young woman frowning.
Rogue gave a short laugh and raised her index finger smirking. "Look who's talking! Jean enters a room and you're in a coma. Same goes for you and your kids."
"Yeah, because they're my kids! But I ain't running to every baby and get over excited."
She nodded and crossed her arms. "That's because you're a man! You don't understand that!"
Logan only shrugged sighing. "Whatever!" He walked over to the living room again. "Did the kids behave?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Jack only asked once where you are. At least that's what I think he wanted from me. But Lily and Isa are sleeping through so far."
He smirked by the mentioning of his son. He himself had sometimes a hard time to understand what the kids wanted from him, since they still learned to speak. "Good. I go down again."
"Okay." Watching how he walked over to the door, she was about to sit down on the sofa again when he stopped.
"You don't have to sleep on the sofa, kid! Use our bed, okay?" He said softly and gave her one of his rare smiles, before he was gone and walked down the stairs again. Stopping at the kitchen to get something to drink for himself, he paused at the door. "Do you guys have a bed?" he asked his friends who were still gathered in the kitchen and looked at him.
"Well, we wanted to look at the young lady again. What do you think?" Hank replied smiling.
Logan shook his head and got a coke from the fridge. When he turned around, all women had surrounded him and looked at the baby excited. Sighing, he handed his baby to Ororo. "You have five minute!" Watching the women closely, he sat down on a stool next to Hank, who patted him on the left shoulder.
"So, what does it feel like to be a daddy again, huh?"
Logan cocked an eyebrow at him before he gave the excited group of women a look. "Stressed!"
Hank gave a short laugh and smirked. "Already?"
"Well, then let's wait what he feels like after getting sleep for less than 2 hours every night… Right, Logan?" Scott asked him grinning.
"Don't even mention it!" Logan grunted and sipped on his coke. He took large gulps to calm his still stressed nerves again, while he kept his eyes on the women. Yeah, he was overprotective again…
"I'm not mistaken that the cutie here still hasn't got a name, right?" Ororo asked him and met his gaze.
"Yep!"
"Well, hurry up!" Hank said and bent forward a bit. "Why don't you already make a list?"
"For what?" Logan asked frowning and cocked a questioning eyebrow at him since his friend was smirking.
"If the two of you go on like that…you need some names, you know…" Putting the empty bottle down, Logan shook his head and got up to throw it away. "What no?" he heard his friend asking.
"Well, he probably meant no second mini-Wolverine," Scott suggested shrugging. "Huh, Logan?" He turned to his fellow X-Men who watched how Ororo handed the girl over to him again.
"What? Don't tell me the two of you have already set a limit…," Hank said in a serious voice which told Logan that he really meant it. "I mean, she loves kids, he loves kids and we have plenty of room here… And come on, Jean is turning 33 this year only and you are still young, too." He noticed the looks the other gave him. "Well,…you look young, I mean…" Logan shook his head again and tucked his baby into the light blue blanket a bit more.
"Yeah, and soon it's Xavier's school for gifted Wolverines…," Scott added.
"No, honestly, Logan. Did you discuss it already?" Hank wanted to know and frowned a bit.
"It's up to her not me…," Logan replied calmly and stroked his girl's cheeks lovingly when she yawned.
Ororo nudged him slightly and smiled. "Well, but you know that you have to make a contribution to this process, right?"
For that she received a look from him. "What I mean is that it's up to Jean. If she wants three, it'll be three. If she wants fours, it'll be four and if something happens accidentally, then it happens…," Logan made himself clear. "She has to give birth in the end…"
Hank nodded impressed. "I call that a statement," he said when Logan walked over to the door.
"If she's already awake again, greet her and say we said congrats, will you?" Ororo quickly said before he was gone.
"Yeah… Thanks!" Logan replied and left the room, just to walk over to the elevator to head down to the infirmary again. Reaching it, Moira already waited for him to reappear.
"It tool you quiet some time," she immediately said after the door had closed behind him.
"Well, I have met some overexcited chicks on my way," he replied shrugging and she smiled.
"I see."
Looking over to the bed, his look became worried. "How is she?"
"She's fine. She is only dozing, so you can talk to her," Moira said and held out her arms. "Give me the girl. I'll do the check up."
Logan handed her the baby and walked over to Jean. Pulling a strand out of her face, he carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, when she opened her eyes tiredly. "Hey, darlin'. How're ya doin'?"
She smiled softly at him and he laid down a bit next to her. "Fine…"
"The others wanted me to say hi and congrats…"
"They're still awake?" she asked surprised and he nodded.
"Yeah. They waited for the news," he replied calmly.
"Hm," she made sleepily and he placed a kiss on her cheek.
"Sleep a bit more…," Logan suggested and caressed her neck with his thumb, but she shook her head and opened her eyes a bit again.
"No… Moira said I still have to feed her."
"She's doin' the check up fist. It'll probably take some time," Logan told her and rested his head on his left arm while he looked into her eyes deeply; stroking her cheeks.
"Then keep me awake somehow," Jean said tiredly and smiled when he chuckled and kissed her tenderly.
"Already got a name, darlin?" he asked and took her right hand into his.
"I thought about Rachel Anne," she replied and watched how he began to think.
"Ray?" Logan immediately said and nodded. "Fine with me…"
Grinning, she could only shake her head. "You always have a nickname ready, hm?"
He shrugged playfully and kissed her again. "Yeah," he replied smirking when the door opened and Moira came back.
"Everything's fine with her," she told both parents and Jean sat up a bit; resting against Logan who had moved a bit closer to support her. Smiling, Jean took the girl into her arms and stroked over her head gently. "Do you finally have a name?" the woman asked them curiously. "Or is it just 'Baby'?" she added jokingly. "I need one for the birth certificate."
"Rachel Anne," the red head replied and kissed her daughter tenderly, while Logan had wrapped an arm around his wife's waist.
Moira smiled and turned towards him. "And daddy's nickname for his girl, hm? He already has one, hasn't he? Otherwise I'm pretty disappointed, mister!"
"Ray," Logan said simply and kissed Jeans neck, before he rested his head on her shoulder to have a better look on their baby.
"I knew it! Thank God you don't have one for me…," Moira said and paused all of a sudden. "Or do you?" she asked frightened. When he smirked, she turned to Jean. "Does he?!"
"We ain't gonna tell ya," Logan said and winked at her.
Sighing, the woman put her hands to her hips. "As long as it's nothing mean or anyone starts calling me like that…," she replied and gave him a reprimanded look jokingly. "Before you came here no one had one and et voilá, Mr. Wolverine steps into the school and there they are. How many does Jean have by now?"
"I think 5 or 6 by now…," Jean replied smirking and met Logan's eyes briefly. "At least the ones I know!"
Moira nodded playfully and bent forward while she gave him a speculative look. "Does he have some, too, by the way? Except…Wolvie," she said grinning, while Logan pulled a face as if he had been hit.
"I'd bet he has some, Jean replied and looked at him again.
"Yeah, and I can proudly say for once that I can't remember," he gave back grunting, whereas Moira giggled.
"I'll find out one day! And then it's payday, Logan," she said and turned her attention to Jean. "So, now let me show you how to feed her…"
Remembering it, Jean became very thoughtful. "I wonder if he would do this now, too…"
"Cooking breakfast for you?" Ororo asked her. "I think he would. He still loves you, Jean. Don't you ever forget that! It's not his fault either that he's in asshole-mode again… He just need some time."
"I think you're right," the red head replied smiling slightly.
Nodding and squeezing her hand encouragingly, Ororo got up and both women walked back towards the mansion.
Two weeks later from that day, nothing had changed much. Jean tried her best not to push Logan any further, while her children kept on asking her why their father behaved so strangely. She had tried her best to explain it to them somehow. Still, she couldn't wait for the day when normality would finally set in again…
To give him more time for himself, she had begun to work in the infirmary again while the twins had classes and Kurt or Ororo took care of Rachel and TJ. After the girls had been born, they had discussed a way which would make it possible for the parents to go on with teaching, but taking care of the kids at the same time. They had come to the agreement that Logan or Jean took care of them while Ororo and Kurt gave classes and vice versa. This way had worked so far, until the accident had happened. Not knowing how Wolverine would react in a stressed situation with a child that wasn't his, Jean had made the suggestion that she would care for TJ and Rachel alone when Ororo and her husband hadn't had the time.
Now, Jean was down in the infirmary and stood at her desk while she was searching through some files. For months she wanted to put them into a new order, since the new additions to the school and the old students who had finished school already had caused her system of order to not work anymore. Now she was making piled with old and new files, hoping that this would work better than before. Hearing how the double door opened all of a sudden, Jean turned around briefly. Surprised to see that it was Logan. "Hey…," she said smiling at him and turned to her work again, while he stopped right behind her; hands buried in his pockets.
Tilting his head, he scanned her from head to toe with a cocked eyebrow and indefinable expression in his eyes.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were resting?" Jean asked to break the uncomfortable silence. Still she knew that he could smell her nervousness and hear her racing heart. Neither did she know what he was up to lately, nor what he wanted from her right now… Suddenly, she gasped aloud, when he grabbed her hip all of a sudden. Hearing his low growl, she felt frightened first since he pressed her against the desk from behind. About to turn around somehow, to have a look at his eyes, Jean sucked in air through gritted teeth, when he bit into her neck softly, just to ran his hands over her legs; pushing up her black skirt by doing so. Closing her eyes while her heart was hammering in her chest now, Jean began to pant by the feeling of his hands stroking over her inner thighs.
"I've work to do…, she sighed in a whisper and felt how he bent forward to lean against her.
Holding her steady, while his hand was working on his jeans, Logan licked her neck growling. "Yeah, me, too…," he replied huskily and made her shiver…
Afterwards, Jean straightened her clothes again and turned around; cheeks flushed and eyes still foggy, when she watched how he worked on his jeans and closed his belt again. Jean immediately began to frown when he just turned around without looking at her and was about to walk to the door. "Logan? What…," she asked him and stepped forward, but he just kept on walking.
"See ya later…;" was everything he said before the double door closed behind him; leaving her with a shocked expression on her face.
In the meanwhile, Emma was walking down the corridor on her way to the outside. The weather was beautiful on that day and even if her skin was pale and didn't really changed for the better even if she laid in the sun for hours, she had decided to go to the pool to swim. Turning around a deserted corner, she passed some of the classrooms smirking. She didn't feel pity for the teacher of the school who couldn't enjoy the weather due to their duties. For her it was their own fault. Teaching was something she definitely wouldn't do. She couldn't even stand children… Feeling eyes on her all of a sudden, Emma turned her head to see Mystique, who walked down the corridor in the opposite direction; meeting her on mid way. Both women gave each other only a hatred look, before the blonde woman turned her attention to the front again. Nearly reaching the elevator, she didn't pay attention to the door which began to open and landed on the ground in the next second.
"Damn it, can't you keep your eyes open, you idiot?" she cursed and looked up. Instantly, her icy blue eyes changed. "Oh, it's you," she purred and scanned the man in front of her from head to toe. "Mind to help me up?" Reaching out a hand, Logan grabbed it firmly and pulled her close with an easy movement of his arm. Using her chance, Emma lowered her gaze a bit and smiled seductively while she accidentally rubbed her hip against his. "Thanks…"
Looking at her closely, Logan smirked and slowly let go of her. "Where're ya going?"
"What do you think?" she asked and turned a bit to give him a better look at her white and very low cut bikini. Noticing how his eyes scanned every detail, she bit her lip smiling. "Like what you see?" Emma asked him innocently and stepped closer again. "I could still need someone who puts crème on my back, you know," she added and put her hands on his chest while she locked eyes with him.
"Only your back?" Logan asked her in return smirking and made her lick her lips smiling speculatively.
Standing on tiptoe, she supported herself with one hand on his chest, while the other was on his shoulder. "Maybe more…," she whispered into his ear in a very low voice and leant her head back a bit to stop only inches from his. Looking into his eyes first and then at his lips, Emma bent slowly forward, as
"Logan!" Mystique's voice echoed down the corridor and the blonde woman stepped back with a pissed look on her face, while he had narrowed his eyes and watched how the blue woman came closer. "I need you in the library for a second," the red haired woman said and gave him a warning look, whereas Emma only smirked about it.
"See ya," she purred and walked down the corridor again; closely watched by Logan who buried his hands in his pockets.
"What do you want me to do in the library?" he asked Mystique and turned his head towards her.
"Nothing," she only said and turned around to make her way to her classroom.
Sitting on her friends bed crying, Jean had pulled her legs close while Ororo sat right next to her. "He never did this before…"
"Surprising you like that?! I doubt it!" her opposite said and stroked over her back soothingly.
"No…," Jean sobbed and gave her a look. "Surprising me, doing it and leaving without even looking at me…" She shook her head sighing. "He never did this before. I always came first to him… I feel so used… As if I was just a good screw to get over a boredom or something like that."
Bending forward a bit, Ororo gave her a look. "Jean! He would never think of you like that! You know that!"
"Then why did he do it? Why?!"
Her friend shrugged. "Well…maybe it wasn't Logan but the real Wolverine?"
"No, his eyes were normal when he entered…," Jean replied and rested her chin on her hands still crying.
"Maybe partly?"
"It was Logan! And not even Wolverine would treat me like that…," the red head said and ran a hand through her face in despair. "What's wrong with him lately? I don't get it…"
Ororo looked down on the ground, still with her hand on Jean's back. "Maybe he's still…disturbed about what happened to them. He wanted to know it and tried too hard to remember it… You heard what Charles said." Her eyes switched to her friend. "But Jean…, I doubt that Logan just used you! He wouldn't do that! Just try to talk to him…"
Thinking about it, Jean finally nodded. "Okay…"
Ororo smiled and pulled her close. "You'll see. Everything will be fine again and if you tell him how you feel, he'll probably feel very sorry. If not, I'll kick his butt personally, okay?"
Even if she didn't feel like it, Jean had to laugh slightly. "Yeah…"
Hours later, she entered the bedroom in a white nightgown, while he already lay in bed. Lying down on her side of it, she switched the lights of and turned to him. "Can we talk?" she asked him carefully.
"About what?" he grunted.
"What was that before?"
Logan sighed aloud. "What was what?!"
"In the infirmary," Jean replied and began to play with the sheet nervously. Keeping him from becoming mad was harder than she thought. His way of talking already told her that he was annoyed.
He gave her a look from aside. "Do I have to explain IT?"
This time it was her turn to sigh. "You know what I mean," she gave back, turned the light on again and sat up looking at him. "Do you know how I felt after you just left?"
"No, but I guess you gonna tell me anyway…," he grunted and ran a hand through his hair.
"I felt used, Logan!" Jean told him and almost felt how new tear came up. Still she tried her best not to start crying. This time she was too proud… "As if you were just looking for something to get over your boredom, has found it and threw it away afterwards…"
Narrowing his eyes while he kept them on her, Logan's muscles tensed briefly. "So you wanted another round or what?" he replied chilly with a low growl echoing in his voice.
She shook her head and pulled her legs close. "No. But the slightest sign that I still mean something to you," she replied and felt how the tears began to flow. "You behaved like a caveman…" Shaking his head in annoyance, Logan heaved a deep breath and turned around to look at her completely. "And don't even think that looking at me like that will change anything right now…" He only gave her a look and fixed his eyes on hers. Reaching out, he touched her belly. "This won't change anything, too," Jean said angrily and watched him bending forward to sit up, too, while his hand was still on her belly. While she could only glare at him in anger, which masked her pain, he lowered his gaze and let his hand wander over her upper body.
"So, you want me to show what you mean to me?" he asked her in a low, husky voice and immediately she had to shiver. Still, Jean didn't say a word and only looked at him. Logan tilted his head and bit into he neck softly, knowing that this would cause her to react to him and he was right. Gasping, she touched his chest and pushed him away a bit.
"Forget it!" Jean warned him and shook her head. He had an impact on her, he always had. But she was determined not to give in to him this time.
Logan only looked at her with a strange expression in his eyes and made her shiver again after she noticed it. "You wanted me to show ya, don't ya?" he asked her in the same low voice. Before she could react, he had grabbed her neck and pulled her head close. Still, she managed to tense her muscles and bent her head back before he could touch her lips. "You hurt me…," Jean told him and let him see her pain through her eyes. "I really felt like some cheap slut."
Logan snorted and cocked an eyebrow at her, before he pulled her quickly close; kissing her deeply and roughly.
First resisting to it, Jean finally gave in and wrapped her arms around his neck. Feeling how his hand stroked up her leg, she let herself fall backwards onto the bed and took him with her…
A few hours later, Logan walked down to the kitchen late at night since he couldn't find any sleep. Running a hand through his messed up hair, he tucked on his black boxers briefly, not caring that his chest was bare. If someone had a problem with it, that one could gladly piss off and leave him alone. At least that was the way he thought about it. Reaching the kitchen's door, he saw soft light which obviously was caused by the open fridge. Looking around the corner, Logan immediately smirked and leant against the door-frame smirking. All he could see was a woman who had her head in the fridge. He only thing visible of her were the white tank shirt and short white panties. Still, he knew who it was. "Nice butt…," he commented.
Instantly, Emma looked up angrily, but as soon as she saw him, she smiled. "Can say the same about yours…," she purred and made him smirk even wider while his eyes wandered over her body.
"Really?" he asked and eyed her like a prey. He slowly came closer while she sat down on the counter; watching him stop in front of her knees.
"Sure…," Emma replied with a seductive smile and ate a cherry. She licked her lips when his eyes had finally found their way to her face again. "Like what you see?"
"Can I have one?" he asked her instead and nodded towards the plate with the fruits. Turning towards it, she grabbed a cherry from it, before she pushed the plate behind her.
"You can try to get the last one," Emma said in a low lascivious sounding voice and put it into her mouth before she licked her lips again. Smiling at him, she bent forward, locking eyes with his. Logan watched her closely and tilted his head a bit without breaking eye contact. Without a warning he grabbed her neck quickly and pulled her close; tongue kissing her roughly, before he let go of her chewing.
"Satisfied?" she asked him after he swallowed the fruit, but he shook his head.
"No, not really…"
Grinning, she wrapped her legs around his waist and forced him to come closer. "What about your cute little wife?" she purred and he shrugged.
"What about her?" Logan asked and grabbed another fruit from the plate behind her.
"Well, you're here, flirting with me…and she's probably upstairs…all alone…," Emma said in a singing voice and locked eyes with him again.
"And?"
"You told me to keep my hands away from you, remember?" she purred and pulled him even closer with her long legs.
Logan smirked and rested his hands next to her thighs. "Yeah, because she was listening in," he replied and tilted his head once more.
Emma nodded playfully. "Oh, I see." Bending forward, her hands began to caress his chest, whereas Logan only looked down on her; still scanning every curve of her with his eyes. Finally, she bit her lip smirking. "Told you I'll always get what I want…"
He shrugged. "Can live with that…"
Giggling, she rested her hands on his small hip and pulled him closer to whisper in his ear. "You're married, remember?"
"Ain't her lapdog," Logan grunted. "And besides, being married doesn't mean I can't have fun, ya know."
She bit her lower lip while her eyes sparkled. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
He smirked and wobbled his head. "Read my mind…"
Concentrating on his thoughts, Emma suddenly began to grin. Getting of the counter, her left hand began to stroke down his back until she reached his butt while she walked past him. Stopping at the door once more, she gave him one last seductive smile. "See ya later then...," Emma purred and left, while Logan only smirked, before he walked over to the fridge…
Since he couldn't find any sleep till the next morning, Logan had walked down to the gym after breakfast to work out. After spending a few hours in the training room, he now stood in the shower in the teachers changing stall. Steaming hot water poured down his sore muscles and he tilted his head back, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the liquid. Suddenly, a hand touched his back. Turning around smirking, since he already knew who it was, his hazel eyes met icy blue ones.
"I must say again," Emma said and scanned him from head to toe. "I'm more than impressed…" He still smirked at her while his eyes wandered over her nude form. She stepped into the shower completely with a lascivious smile on her lips. Putting both hands on his chest, while her eyes were locked on his, she let one wander down; smiling seductively.
Logan only breathed in sharply when her hand reached his center. "Very impressed, indeed," she purred in a low voice and heard him growling. Grabbing her roughly, he pulled her into a deep kiss, just to push her against the wall in the next second…
Okay, I know I wanted to post sooner, but college kept me busy and I had problems with that chapter here. What can I say? This chapter consists completely (except the scene with Emma/Logan/Mystique in the hall) of scenes I have written before I even finished Changes. The scenes with Logan and Emma were even the first ones I had pre-written for the Sequel. So you guys see: It's all planned. ; ) Yeah, I know you probably hate me now, but remember what I said: You always have to read between the lines!!! That's why I added the flashbacks, which I actually wanted to use much later. So you can compare how I write. ; ) There're may be some changes in style… Just a thought! LOL Thanks again for all the reviews! I know this chapter deals a lot with Logan and Jean, but it's necessary for the upcoming chapters. I will also deal more with the other characters after this one here, so don't worry!! I never expected this chapter to become that long again. I just realize it. I didn't even think I could finish it today, since I came back home very late from college, had to go shopping for food and now it is 8:30 p.m. here. Well, hope you still review after reading this one here. ; ) It will make sense, I promise!!! See ya!!!