Author's note: The previous chapter was corrected by me. Sorry for the mistakes!! Thanks for all the nice reviews: ) Hope you like this one here, too. Enjoy! Includes flashbacks of Chapter 2 and 6!!! CORRECTED VERSION (Nov 17th)!
Changes Sequel – I. Darkness Part 13
On the next morning after the incidents in the garden, Logan sat opposite Hank and Ororo in the kitchen and stirred his coffee lost in thoughts, while his eyes gave Scott, who sat as far away from him as possible, more than deadly looks. It was more than obvious to the other two X-Men that they would do well to do everything to keep both men away from each other. Otherwise it would probably turn out very ugly if the situation got heated up too much. Clearing his throat, Hank looked at Logan again; looking for words that would probably distract him from making plans how to kill Scott the best way. "How're you doing, boy?" he asked him carefully and watched how it was now him who received an odd look.
"What do you think?" Logan grunted as a reply and sipped on his coffee that was by now nearly cold.
"Besides this…," Ororo said calmly and held his gaze. "Do you know what happened to you after the crash? Have you seen the kids already? You have to explain it to them…"
Sighing, Logan ran a hand through his hair. It was definitely too many questions at once and didn't help him at all to get rid off his skull breaking headache. It was rather the opposite. "'Ro…please!" he said stressed and gave her an annoyed glance.
"I just mean…," she said and blushed a bit when her opposite's hazel eyes suddenly darkened and he glared at the door. Frowning, she and Hank followed his eyes and saw that it was Jean, who gave her husband an insecure and guilty look. It was obvious that she felt intimidated and didn't know what she should do right now. Nevertheless, she came slowly closer and took the seat next to him. It didn't take long and Logan jumped off his stool growling, just to leave the kitchen immediately.
"Logan…," Ororo said pleadingly, but he was already gone. Hearing how he slammed the door shut to the West Wing, she and Jean both winced a bit. The redhead ran a hand through her face sighing, before she buried both in her hair, not noticing that Hank and the weather witch exchanged worried glances. "Did he say anything at all to you yesterday?" Ororo tried carefully and met her friend's gaze when she looked up. Seeing how the redhead shook her head, her eyes saddened.
"No…," Jean replied barely audible and looked at the counter with empty eyes. "He didn't even sleep in our bed…"
Snorting, Hank put the newspaper down and took his glasses off. "Are you surprised?" he asked her bluntly and felt how Ororo nudged his side painfully.
"Hank!" she warned him angrily, but he shook his head.
"Honestly! I can understand him!" he went on; ignoring his white haired friend completely. "He was used by someone and brainwashed, two of his teammates he was responsible for got killed, then he gets his memory back just to get to know that an intimidator took his place here and hurt his family," he listed and held Jean's gaze. "And if that wasn't enough, the tip of the iceberg follows and his wife had a thing with her ex. So what do you expect him to do, hm?"
"Do you think I'm not sorry?" Jean gave back aloud and felt how the anger made her blood boil. "Do you think it was easy for me with this bastard?"
"I'm not saying this, Jean! But you can't expect that he behaves as if nothing happened…," he tried to soothe her. "Who knows what they did to him…"
"I'm not doing this, damn it!" she shot back and glared at him.
"Good!" Hank replied and began to look at his newspaper again. "Just give him time to arrive back home completely. And then the two of you sit down and talk. Logan isn't stupid, girl. He will understand that the things that happened to you affected you." Sighing, she only nodded and left without eating anything. She absolutely couldn't, even if she wanted. As soon as she was gone, Hank laid the newspaper away again and shot a deadly look at Scott. "You're aware that you probably destroyed their marriage, right?"
Giving him a surprised look, Scott slowly put his cup down and raised a hand. "Hold on a second! There are always two to it, okay?"
"You've seen that she wasn't well! So how could you allow her to drink so much alcohol if she practically never drinks some? You should have intervened, Scott! And I'm sure that you weren't drunk!"
Scott gave a derisive laugh and jumped off his stool angrily. "Oh, so I took advantage of her?!" he asked angrily and glared at his teammate.
"Guys, stop it!" Ororo intervened and looked to and fro between them, but Hank held her back and shook his head.
"No! It's time someone says it!" he told her and switched his attention to the angry man again. "I think so, yes! I know that you still have strong feelings for her, Scott. And I also know that you never drink more than two or three beer. So you weren't drunk!" he said and watched how his opposite crossed his arms and tensed his muscles dangerously. "You thought you could win her back, didn't you? With this bastard-wannabe-of-Logan behaving like an asshole? Tell me if I'm mistaken!" Scott only shook his head snorting and stormed out of the room.
"Gosh, Hank!" Ororo shrieked and slammed her hands on the counter. "Do you have to make the whole situation even worse? Isn't it enough that Logan isn't talking to Jean?"
"'Ro, the kids aren't stupid! They'll notice that something's wrong between their parents, so the sooner they start talking, the better."
"But you're only achieving the opposite with it!" she replied and shook her head. "And you know Logan! He's stubborn like a brick wall if he's pissed. Especially if he has a reason for it. And how can you accuse Scott of having slept with Jean on purpose?"
Getting up, he swallowed the last bits of his coffee before he gave her a look. "Scott was never drunk in his life before, Ororo! You know him. He wouldn't have felt well on the day after if it was the case. You saw him… He was practically happy!"
"That doesn't proof anything, Hank!" she replied sighing.
"Maybe… But I still think that he took advantage of her," he said and left the kitchen, leaving Ororo, who could only shake her head frustrated.
Logan stood on his balcony in the meanwhile and smoked for the first time in three years a cigar again. From afar he watched his children at the pool and how Bobby, Kitty and Kurt played with them happily. By doing so, he tried to think about any possible way to explain the whole situation to them. He definitely wouldn't accept that they didn't get to know the truth about the doppelganger and just let them believe their father was nice again. He would explain it to them somehow as soon as he found the right words. It filled him with an incredible rage and fury to think about what they'd been through. First being told that he was dead, just to endure someone who looked like him but wasn't him. Narrowing his eyes all of a sudden when he caught a scent and heard footsteps approaching, he didn't turn around.
"Logan…," Jean said carefully and barely audible, while she stopped at the door. "Can we talk?" Seeing that he didn't even think about turning around, she watched how he still leant over the railing while he sucked on his cigar. "Please let me explain it…," she added despaired and came slowly closer. Very slowly, he put out the cigar while his eyes began to darken by the sound of her approaching. "Logan, I love you… You know that…"
He gave a short derisive laugh and a snort, before he shook his head and threw the rest of the cigar away. Turning around to leave, Jean quickly grabbed his arms and made him look at her. Crying in despair, she gave him a pleading look. "Please, I was drunk. You know that this would have never happened if I had all my senses together…" When she looked into his cold and merciless black eyes, she knew immediately that she'd destroyed his trust. "Tell me what you want me to do!" the redhead asked her opposite pleadingly and lowered her head. "Please…talk to me…"
Logan only gave her a glare and pushed her roughly out of his way before he walked towards the front door. Hearing Jean crying while she tried to stop him panicky, he opened the door after he grabbed his leather jacket and nearly bumped into Ororo.
"Hey…," this one said shocked and watched him walking past her in surprise.
"Logan, please wait!" Jean called after him. Seeing that her friend was crying heavily, Ororo watched the redhead gliding down to the floor next to the door on the inside. Closing it, she kneeled down next to her and touched her shoulder gently.
"Hey…what happened?" Ororo asked her softly and raised her friend's head.
"I tried to talk to him…," Jean sobbed and supported her head with one hand, while the arm rested on her left knee.
Nodding in understanding, the weather witch sat down next to her. "Did he say anything?"
The redhead pulled a face and shook her head before she buried her face on her arms. "I destroyed the best thing I ever had…," she sobbed crying and made Ororo giving her a shocked look.
"Don't say that!"
"You've seen him, haven't you?" Jean asked her, her voice thick with tears. "If he looks at me, I'm only waiting for him to stab me. He hates me…"
Shaking her head, her friend stroked over her hair gently. "You have to give him time, Jean! He just came back for real yesterday… He has to assimilate everything that has happened to him first."
"I know…," Jean replied and ran a hand through her hair while she still held her head. "It's just… I wanted him back so badly. And he has no idea what I've been through… Thinking that he's dead, then his doppelganger, then he stands in front of me and tried to kill me because he was brainwashed…" She sighed heavily. "How can I make this clear to him if he doesn't give me the chance to? How?"
"Just let him calm down a bit… And you know that he's listening, even if he ignores you," Ororo replied and wiped away her friend's tears. "And Logan could never hate you. He's offended or disappointed, but he could never hate you, Jean!"
Taking her opposite's hands into hers all of a sudden Jean gave her a begging look. "Could you try and explain it to him? Just tell him what I'd to endure…"
"Jean…"
"I know that it doesn't excuse that I cheated…but…," the redhead went on and shook her head. "I just want him to understand it…to know it…"
Seeing the despair in her friend's eyes, Ororo finally nodded. "I'll try… But I can't promise anything! You know how stubborn he is…"
On his way to the garage, Logan searched for his keys in his pockets; not paying attention to where he was actually going. Bumping into someone, he looked up growling in anger and suddenly felt even more pissed than before. This person was definitely the last one he wanted to see now. "Hey," Emma purred and smiled at him; obviously very happy to see him. Looking down the corridors, she checked that no one was close by. "Good that I see you. I wanted to ask if we could meet again later?"
"Why would I meet you?" Logan grunted and kept on looking for the keys. He always put them into his pockets, so where the hell were they now?
Hearing her giggle, she stepped closer and stroked down his chest; not noticing the look he gave her. "To continue the fun we had the last time?" Shrieking, when he suddenly pushed her roughly away, Emma looked at him completely shocked when he began to growl at her menacingly.
"You're the last one I'd have fun with," Logan spat and glared at her full of hatred.
Frowning and surprised, she tried to read his mind, but noticed soon that it was impossible. Crossing her arms, she tilted her head a bit and cocked an eyebrow self assured. "It was you who quiet enjoyed yourself a lot the last time…," she gave back. "Don't tell me you go back to that girly bitch of yours?" Shrieking in shock, she was about to scream for help, when Logan leapt at her all of a sudden and pinned her roughly against the wall.
Furiously, he bared his teeth growling and felt his claws cutting through his skin a bit. "Call her again like that and you're dead, got that?" he hissed in a low voice and made her shiver. "And news to ya, baby. It wasn't me you'd fun with, but an imposter sent by our enemies!" Letting go of her, he didn't care that she fell to the ground. Quivering in fear, Emma held back a sob when tears ran down her cheeks. She was more than afraid of him, especially by looking into his cold eyes. "And last warning!" Logan added through gritted teeth while he turned around to leave. "Touch me again and you'll never touch anything again!" Pulling her legs close, she couldn't help but stare at him when he left.
Pausing like this for a while, she finally got up slowly and ran a hand through her face before she gave the spot where Logan had stood before a spiteful look. "You think a lot of yourself, you bastard!" she hissed and made her way to Charles' office. Before she opened the door, a thought came to her mind and she smiled. Looking at her clothes, she did short work on them first…
The Professor, who was gathered in the room with Scott, Ororo and Hank looked up when the door was opened, just to gasp in the next minute. "What happened to you?" he asked the picture of misery who had just entered and also the others were staring at her shocked.
"Nothing…," Emma stuttered crying and handed him a CD. "I only wanted to tell you that I'm done with my work. Cerebro is updated and repaired again…" Smiling wryly, she turned around again when Scott stopped her.
"Who did this to you?" he asked her worriedly and looked down at her completely unable to think straight.
Emma waved off and wrapped her arms around her body. "It's nothing…really…"
"Emma," Charles said sternly and moved around the table with a dark look on his face. "I want to know exactly what happened to you!"
A few hours later after Logan had taken off he parked his bike in the garage again. Even if driving around a bit hadn't helped much, he knew at least what he would tell his children. And he was dying to see them again. Putting off his helmet, he placed it back into one of the shelves as he suddenly caught three scents behind him. Cocking an eyebrow at his three teammates, he slowly began to open his leather jacket while eyeing them suspiciously. "Okay, what is it now?" he asked when Hank, Scott and Peter came closer. Before he could react, they had grabbed him in a very firm grip, which made it impossible for him to move an inch. Not knowing what was wrong all of a sudden, they dragged him away and he realized once more that he didn't suck as a teacher as much as he thought. The grip they held him in was something he'd taught them and they did a very good job in making him immobile. "Damn it, what's wrong?" he barked and struggled to get free, while the berserker in him got furious.
"Logan, I warn you!" Hank hissed angrily and strengthened his grip on a point on Logan's shoulder, which made the mutant underneath him hiss in pain. Yeah, he really taught them well… "Don't try anything stupid, or you'll regret it!"
"We'll see who regrets something later, Furball!" Logan growled and tensed his muscles, when they reached Charles' office. Scott pushed the door open and they entered.
Looking around, Logan quickly took notice of who was in the room, until his eyes stopped at Emma. And he saw her cold smirk. Instantly, his blood began to boil in rage. Feeling how the others let go of him, he used his chance to push Scott against the wall; hearing a loud painful hiss when this one hit his wounded shoulder again.
"Logan," Charles said in a very dangerous voice and gave him a cold look. He held his arms folded in front of his mouth, while his arms rested on the armrest of his wheelchair. Never a good sign…not at all…
"What is this shit here about?" Logan immediately barked furiously and slapped Peter's hand away when this one wanted to grab him again. "Don't even think about touching me, bub!" he hissed and glared at him warningly.
Shaking his head, the Professor narrowed his eyes. "What has gotten into you, can you tell me that? What were you thinking?" he asked his X-Man aloud.
"I'm rather interested in what YOU are thinking?" this one replied and stepped forward, but was immediately grabbed by Hank and Peter again. "Damn it, let go of me!"
"Please, can I go?" Emma cried and gave everyone a scared look.
Laying a hand on her shoulder, Ororo pulled her close. "He won't touch you, I promise!"
Cocking an eyebrow when he saw it, Logan couldn't help but chuckle. "What did you tell them, huh?" he asked her through clenched teeth and looked at her more closely. He scanned her from head to toe and noticed that her clothes were torn, while she had bruises on her wrists, lip and head. "What happened to you, can you tell me that?"
"Don't fool us, you asshole!" Scott roared and grabbed his collar furiously. "You tried to rape her, so stop acting as if you don't know what's going on!"
Looking at him with a complete blank expression, Logan's eyes switched to Emma and back again. "I.did.what?" he asked in disbelief and was hit by his opposite in the next second, when the door opened behind them and Jean entered.
"What's going on here?" she asked, since she'd heard the voices down the corridor. Seeing how Logan was kept immobile, her heart instantly began to race. The first thing she thought was that he wasn't his old self again and that she had to go through everything once more. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Hank asked her through gritted teeth. "Look at Emma and then guess!"
Doing so, the redhead's eyes grew wide before she stared at Logan. "What did you do?" she asked him in a whisper and looked at Scott when he gave her a look.
"He attacked her and tried to rape her," he told her bluntly and made Jean frown.
"I didn't do anything, you fucking idiot!" Logan roared and the two X-Men clearly had trouble to control him. Feeling how Hank hit a nerve on his back again, his legs got numb and he landed on the ground with them holding him there. "Damn it, if you're not letting me go within the next second, you'll regret it!" he barked and his eyes began to darken.
"Logan, I really can't believe it!" Charles said and glared at him. "I really don't understand this. I asked you yesterday if you where normal again and believed you… How can you attack a woman like that?" Shaking his head, he turned to the still shocked Jean. "I want you to take your daughters and son and move into another room before he hurts them, too! I'm not allowing that he stays here, nor that the children will ever get close to him again, do you hear me?"
Feeling his heart racing in his chest, Logan stared at him. "You're not taking my kids away from me, Chuck!"
"It's exactly what we'll do," Scott replied and looked down on him.
"Fine," Logan hissed and let Wolverine take over a bit more. "You just passed the death sentence on you, bub!"
Jean, who had looked at him the whole time through, suddenly began to shake her head. "He wouldn't do something like that!" she said aloud and looked at the others.
"Jean, I know it's another shock for you, but…," Charles began but she cut him off.
"No! Logan would never attack a woman like that!" she said again and heard him roaring when he got angrier. "Let go off him!" she yelled at Hank and Peter in anger, but they didn't react. "I said let him go!"
"Jean, listen!" Scott tried but stopped when he saw that her eyes were shining like fire. "Look at Emma and then start thinking!"
"Logan didn't do it!" she hissed and pushed Hank and Peter off him. "Don't tell me you believe her more than him? Who do you know longer?"
Sighing, Ororo let go of Emma and stepped closer. "She told us every detail, Jean. How do you know that he's not fooling us again?"
Chuckling darkly, Logan crossed his arms. "Right… I am the bad guy here and want to kill ya all. Got that!" Growling at Hank and Peter when they came closer again, he extracted his claws. "Last warning!" he hissed and switched his eyes to Emma. "What did you tell them, huh?"
"The truth!" she said barely audible and backed off. "How could you do this to me? I trusted you!" Beginning to cry, Jean suddenly narrowed her eyes.
"Logan, I want you to pack your things and leave! And don't even dare to return," Charles said sternly and met the glaring gaze of his opposite. "I don't want to see you here ever again!"
Snorting, Logan retracted his claws and was about to turn, when Jean grabbed his arm. "If you throw him out, I will go, too, Charles! And not only me, also the children," she shot back angrily. Noticing that Scott wanted to say something, she silenced him with a wave of her hand. "Logan didn't do it!" Suddenly her head shot up when she saw a glow in Emma's eyes. "What are you doing?" she hissed all of a sudden and let go of her husband's arm, while he also stared at the woman behind Charles.
"Nothing! Did he already messed you up enough to make you imagine things?" Emma purred and narrowed her eyes while she obviously concentrated.
Gritting her teeth furiously, Jean's body began to glow fiery and she pushed the woman against the wall. "Stay out of my head!" she hissed and slammed her against the ceiling angrily. Hitting her head hard, Emma fell unconscious to the ground and a loud groaning suddenly echoed through the room.
"What happened"?" Ororo asked in confusion and looked around, but also the others gave her confused looks. Noticing the pissed look Logan gave them, they had to frown.
"You just accused Logan of raping Emma and told him to never come back," Jean explained and eyed the woman on the ground in hate.
"What?" Hank asked shocked and still held his head. Looking at Logan, who avoided his gaze, he shook his head. "No…"
"She manipulated you by controlling your minds," the redhead said and snorted. "I told you that I don't want her to be here. I told you she's the enemy!"
"Jean…I'm sorry, but…," Ororo apologized and still couldn't believe her ears. "God, Logan, I'm so sorry! But the last thing I remember was her entering and then…nothing…"
"You know that we would never believe something like that!" Hank added and gave his friend a pleading look. "You have to believe us!"
Snorting, Logan shook his head. "He would!" he said and nodded at Scott.
"Logan…," that one began, but was cut of by him.
"Save your breath!"
"Logan, please forgive us!" Charles began and still couldn't believe that he let himself being controlled by someone else. "I'm so sorry, but I don't even remember what I said…"
"That you would take my kids away from me and that I wouldn't see them again," Logan said hissing and still had trouble to control himself. "And I said that you just passed the death sentence on you, bub!"
Shaking his head, Charles ran a hand over his forehead. "I would never do this! Logan, I know you are not capable of hurting others voluntarily. So please…"
Waving off, Logan cracked his neck to get rid of the stiffness Hank's attack had him left with. "Just one thing, Furball!" he said and coked an eyebrow at his teammate. "Next time you tell me in class that ya don't get how to do the immobile grips correctly…I'll ram my claws into you personally, got that?"
"Sorry if we hurt you," this one apologized and Logan could tell that he really felt like that.
"Whatever." Turning around he nodded towards Emma. "I don't want to see this manipulative bitch around here anymore or I'll forget that she's a woman!" he hissed and Charles nodded.
"She won't stay here, Logan. That's for sure!" he assured him and turned to Jean. "And I should have listened to you back then. I'm sorry!"
Only nodding, Jean looked at Logan insecurely, but saw that he only gave her a glare. "Logan…," she began but he opened the door.
"Don't even think that helping me changes anything!" he only said and left, leaving her biting her lip hard.
A few hours later, Logan knocked on the door to the twins' room and opened it; finding his three children on the ground playing with their stuffed animals. Looking at their father, they immediately stopped and waited. "Hey…," he said softly and entered before he closed the door behind him. "What are ya guys doin'?" Kneeling down next to them, he watched them closely.
"Playing a game," Rachel replied calmly and held her favorite toy close.
"Right…," he nodded and suddenly didn't know what he actually wanted to say.
"Were we too loud?" Lily suddenly asked barely audible and gave him an insecure look, which made him frown immediately.
"No, what makes ya think that?" Logan asked her in confusion and noticed that she was plucking at her wolf.
"Well, last week you were angry with us because you said we were too loud…," Jack replied and avoided his gaze.
Looking pissed, Logan nodded again. Finally, he sat down on the ground cross-legged and looked at them for a moment. "Stop playin' for a second and sit down here, will ya?" Obeying, they sat down next to him, while he thought about a possible way to begin. "Look… Some thinks have been completely strange lately, right?"
"You mean you have," his son replied but didn't look up.
"Yeah," his father said and sighed. "But you know…the guy who'd been here in the past weeks wasn't me…" Noticing that his kids began to frown, he knew it would even be harder than he thought. "He looked like me, sounded like me, but it wasn't me…"
"What do you mean, daddy?" Rachel asked him confused and pulled her toy close.
"You know that there are bad guys out there, right?" Logan asked them calmly and they nodded. "And those guys sent someone who looked like me. Who was supposed to make you believe it was me…"
"Like a shapeshifter?" his youngest asked him and he nodded, surprised about how fast she already thought.
"Yeah…"
"But where were you then?" Lily asked him and finally met her father's gaze.
"With the bad guys," Logan replied truthfully, knowing that it would confuse them even more. Being someone who never talked around the bush, he really had trouble for the first time to be completely honest.
"And why?" Jack demanded to know and narrowed his eyes a bit. Watching his father think and hearing him sigh, he hoped that it wasn't what he was thinking right now.
Running a hand through his hair, Logan looked on the ground briefly. "Well, let's say the bad guys wanted to use me to hurt the good guys. But the important thing is…," he quickly added and looked at them again. "…the guy that was here wasn't me, all right?" His eyes switched to each one of his children. "You know that I love you more than anything else and could never treat ya badly…"
Jack shrugged while he had his arms crossed and looked at his sisters. "Told ya so!" Hearing it, Logan had to frown, when Lily suddenly plucked at her wolf nervously once more.
"Was there a silver man?" she asked him barely audible.
Frowning first before he recalled that Apocalypse was in fact silver, he nodded slowly. "Yeah," he replied and tilted his head a bit to have a look on her. "What's with him, pumkin'?"
Looking up, she bit her lip a bit. "I told mommy that he hurt you," she replied calmly and looked away again. "Did he?"
Knowing that he had to lie know, Logan shook his head. "Not really, darlin'. I'm fine."
"Good…"
Smiling at her softly, he opened his arms. "Come here!"
Sitting down on her father's lap, the girl wrapped her arms around him firmly while he kissed her on the cheek and pulled her close. "I didn't like him. He was mean to mommy…," Lily said and cuddled up to him.
"And us!" Jack added looking at his father.
"What did he do?" this one demanded to know darkly and already felt his blood beginning to boil in hate. After Rachel had also sat down on his lap, Jack joined his sisters, too.
"He made mommy cry," Rachel said calmly and grabbed her father's shirt firmly.
"And he didn't help Ray when this idiot attacked her," Jack added angrily.
"Who attacked you, Ray?" Logan asked his youngest and saw the tears in her eyes.
"Keith," Lily replied and looked up.
"Who's that?"
"New student," his son said and shrugged. "And an asshole!" Knowing that he wasn't allowed to talk like that, he couldn't help it. To his surprise, his father didn't gave him a sermon.
"And what did he do?" Logan asked, not caring about the a-word for a moment and looked to and fro between them; feeling how Rachel clung tighter to him.
"He said Ray was adopted or found in a trash bin, cause she doesn't look like Lil' and me."
Narrowing his eyes in anger, Logan pulled Rachel closer when she began to sob. After a while he made her look at him. "It's not true, darlin', okay?," he said lovingly and wiped her tears away gently, despite his wish to destroy something. Or better someone with the name Keith. "You're our baby and nothin' can change that. So don't listen to what others tell ya."
"I know…," the girl sniffed and clung to him again.
Nudging his father softly, Jack gave him a lop-sided smirk. "I already kicked his butt, dad!"
Smirking back, while he cocked an eyebrow in amusement, Logan nodded. "Good!"
Moving a bit, Lily hugged him tightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I missed you, daddy."
"Not only you did," Jack added and clung to him, too. "That idiot couldn't even help me with my hair…"
Chuckling, Logan pulled them close, when Rachel kissed him, too. "I missed you, too…," she said calmly and smiled slightly.
"That guy was no fun!" his son added and made his father nod playfully.
"Oh, so I'm fun, eh?" he asked and began to tickle them, while they began to laugh aloud. Fighting with each other playfully, the kids tried to pin him to the ground together when the door opened all of a sudden. Turning their heads, they saw that it was Jean. When the redhead met Logan's cold glare, she immediately looked down. "Dinner's ready. Come down, will ya?" she said calmly and smiled at her children briefly; being glad that obviously everything was fine between them and their father again.
After she left, Logan sat up and nodded to the door. "Come on, let's go!"
"Do you carry us?" Rachel asked him and watched him getting up completely while he cocked an eyebrow at her playfully.
"All of you?"
"Yeah!" the girl cheered and held up her arms.
"Me on the back!" Jack immediately said and jumped up.
Sighing, Logan kneeled down so that his son could climb on his shoulders, before he pulled Lily and Rachel up into his arms. Walking to the door, he smirked at them. "Geez, you kids are heavy!" he joked and they giggled. "What did they give you? Chocolate milk only?"
Since it was Sunday evening, the dinner took place in the huge dining room on the lower level. Reaching it, Logan noticed that nearly all heads turned towards him when he entered. Letting go of his daughters first after he brought them over to their stools, he slowly got down to his knees, so that Jack could jump off, too. Afterwards, he sat down on his stool; ignoring Jean and turning instantly to Ororo. "Who's Keith?" he asked her in a low voice and watched her putting her glass down.
"They told you, didn't they?" the woman replied sighing, knowing that this would mean trouble for the boy. "It's the blonde boy next to Luke on table three." Watching him turning towards it, she looked at him closely. "Charles already punished him for being so cruel…"
"Don't care, 'Ro! No one messes with my kids, ya know that!" Logan grunted. "What's his first subject tomorrow?"
"Math…," Jean replied barely audible, since Ororo had to think about it for a while. Not looking at her, Logan slowly began to eat, when the weather witch next to him raised her voice again.
"So, you talked to the kids?"
"Yeah," he nodded and sipped on his beer; knowing that it was obviously his friend's doing to apologize to him again. Usually he was not allowed to drink beer in front of the younger students. Smirking, he cocked a knowing eyebrow at her. "Thanks!"
Smiling briefly, she nodded. "What did you tell them?"
He shrugged. "The truth. What else?"
"And they understood it?" she asked him in disbelief, while he gave her a look.
"They ain't dumb, 'Ro!" Logan grunted.
"Yeah, I know. But… It's a miracle to me that they understand something some of us still can't…"
"What's so difficult to understand it?" he asked her in return. "I was replaced by an idiot, he fucked up, I killed him, end of story!"
Ororo couldn't help but smile slightly. "I doubt you explained it like that to your kids, Logan…" Only smirking, he continued to eat.
Afterwards, he leant against the wall on the outside, arms crossed and looked at every student very closely that left the dining room. Seeing a blonde boy, he grabbed him quickly and shoved him aside.
"W…what?" Keith stuttered and his eyes grew wide when he realized who was standing in front of him.
Glaring at the boy, Logan narrowed his eyes. "So, you're the bastard who thinks he's the king here, huh?" he hissed and felt the boy beginning to quiver. "Listen to me closely, bub! You'll go to Ray and apologize to her, got that? And if I ever hear that you bully her, the twins or any other kid of this school ever again, you gonna pay for it! Understood?" Nodding quickly, Keith was close to start crying. "And tomorrow you can forget about math. You'll meet me at 8 a.m. on time at the pond and do some work in the garden until I tell you ya can go, got that?"
"Y…yeah…," Keith stuttered and bit his lip.
"And now piss off!" Logan hissed and watched amused how the boy nearly fell to the ground since he wanted to run quicker than his feet could actually carry him. Noticing Bobby, who came closer, he crossed his arms. "What's wrong, kid?"
"Can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure."
Looking down the corridor, Bobby gave him a sign to follow him a bit. Reaching a corner, he made sure again that both of them were alone. "You know about the agreement I made with Rogue, right?"
"That she brings Isa Friday's and you bring her back Sunday's," Logan nodded. "What about it?"
Running a hand through his short blonde hair, Bobby's face became tensed. "She obviously forgets about it. She didn't bring her every Friday and last time I met her in the park, she even refused to let me spent time with my daughter. I mean, she's also my kid for God's sake and I've a right to see her. It already sucks that she has her during the whole week and I can only see Isa on the weekend and lately not even every damn weekend."
Nodding, Logan understood what he meant. "So, what do you want me to do?" he asked bluntly, knowing that Bobby definitely wanted him to do more than only listening.
"Can you talk with Rogue?" the young man asked him pleadingly.
"It's a thing between the two of you, kid."
"I know, but she doesn't even listen to me or even talks to me," Bobby replied.
"Because she caught you and Jubes?" Logan asked him and noticed the slight blush and change of heartbeat in his opposite.
"It's not what everyone thinks!" his opposite said, but Logan knew better. His senses never lied. "It's just… Isa's your Godchild and Rogue and you are very close. So she'll listen to you. Please, Logan, talk to her, will ya?"
Sighing, the adult ran a hand through his hair and didn't say anything for a while, while Bobby gave him pleading looks in puppy-dog-eyes-mode. "'Kay."
"Thanks!" the young man said happily and smiled. "It's really good to have you back, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah, stop buttering me up, bub!" Logan waved off and buried his hands in his pockets, when Ororo approached. "And what do you want now?" he asked her stressed.
"Charles wants to see you and the adult X-Men in the Conference Room," she said confused. "Is something wrong?"
"Nope," Logan grunted. "Now, or can it wait until the kids are in bed?"
"Well, we can go downstairs already and I tell him that you'll be there in a minute," she replied and watched him nodding before he left.
Upstairs, Logan waited until Jean had already left, before he entered the twins' rooms; stopping at Lily's bed to cock an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"
"I want to sleep here, tonight," Ray replied and gave him a pleading look.
Knowing that his kids were up to no good if they slept together in one room, Logan sighed. "If I hear the tiniest noise, you're back in your bed, got that?" She nodded. "Good."
"Do you read a bedtime story, daddy?" Lily asked him and knew exactly which look she had to give him to make him go soft.
"You're a manipulative thing," he smirked at her and she only grinned at him. "Fine, which book did we stop with?" he asked and stopped at the shelves opposite him. Searching through them, he finally took a blue book out of it and held it up. "Peter Pan, right?" he asked them and they nodded, while they already took their casual positions to listen to him. Sitting down cross-legged on the ground, Logan searched through the pages until he'd found what he was looking for.
"But with voices!" Jack demanded and pulled his wolf closer while he waited for him to start. "And the ticking of the crocodile!"
"Didn't mommy already read something?" he asked his kids suspiciously.
"Can I say the word with s, daddy?" the boy asked and saw how his dad cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Go ahead!"
Smirking, the boy bent forward a bit so that only his father could hear it. "Mommy sucks in making voices!"
Chuckling, the adult nodded. "'Kay," Logan said smirking and cleared his throat before he began to read aloud…
After he'd made sure that his kids were really sleeping, Logan walked down to the still half destroyed basement. Looking at the mess he'd caused here, he began to guess how long it would probably take until everything was repaired again. The shining blue-greyish walls were either black or half burned now, while the ceiling looked as if it would crash down any minute. But he new that some powers held everything together, so he didn't had to worry that the whole mansion would collapse one night. With his hands buried in his pockets, he gave in the code on the small panel next to the Conference Room and waited for the door to open. Inside, he saw that nearly everyone was gathered in it. The Professor as always on the head of the large table with the big screen behind him. On his right sat Scott, Mystique, Ororo, Kurt and Hank, while on the left were Jean, Bobby, Jubilee, Kitty and Peter. Walking past them, he took the last empty seat on the left right next to Charles. "So, what is it?" Logan asked him and leant back a bit, while Charles gave him a brooding look.
"Logan, since the past two months have been very…disturbing and since we also don't know what really happened," he began and made a pause to fold his hands. "I wanted to ask you if you would allow me to read your mind."
Cocking an eyebrow at him, Logan snorted. "Now you want to read my mind and when I asked you to do it, you refused… Strange, huh?"
"Logan, he…," Scott began but was immediately cut off.
"Shut up!" his opposite growled at him in hate. "You're the last voice I want to hear in this room, dickhead!" Raising his hand in defiance, Scot snorted. "So, you want to read my mind. And why's everyone here? Wanna give them a bedtime story?"
"This blonde bitch has added a function to Cerebro," Mystique replied calmly and knew from the way Logan looked at her that he didn't mind her to explain it to him. "With this addition, Charles can read minds and project what he sees in it to a computer. This one visualizes it and sends it to the screen here." She pointed behind the Professor to the big screen.
Thinking about it, Logan had to admit that he didn't like it at all to be read like a book in which everyone could turn the pages. Therefore, he crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow at his team. "So, where's the popcorn?" he grunted rather pissed.
"Logan, I know it's not easy for you," Charles tried to soothe him; feeling the stress the mutant radiated even if he stayed cool from the outer appearance. "But we really have to know what happened. Jean told me that she was too weak to fight Apocalypse, so we have to know our enemy."
"She wasn't too weak," Logan corrected him and shook his head, while the redhead next to him frowned.
"But you've seen it," she said and received a glare. "I couldn't fight him…"
Turning back to the Professor, he still shook his head. "If she thought about it, she'd notice that her powers were blocked by the cloak I wore. The fact that she was still able to summon her powers shows that she's stronger than him," he explained, while Jean bit her lip and looked down since she'd noticed his undertone. "At least she was stronger in that fight and would have beaten him. But I don't know how strong he's for real…"
"What do you mean?" Hank asked him. "
"As far as I know he hasn't his full power. The thing she fought against was only an astral form."
"Logan, what were you doing in the basement at all?" the Professor asked him frowning.
Shrugging, Logan tried to remember the order he was given. "He wanted to get me something," he replied and thought hard. "A file…"
"Cerebra file?" Hank asked him quickly and exchanged a short glance with Charles.
"Yeah," Logan nodded and noticed the weird looks. "What about it?"
"The file lists known mutants," the Professor explained and had his eyes fixed on the glass table. "Including their strength, weaknesses, affiliation… Everything." Cocking an eyebrow at him, Logan narrowed his eyes a bit. "Did you get the file, Logan?"
"No, since I've never heard of it before, don't know if it's a computer, simple file, disc, whatsoever…" Hearing the relieved gasps, he became even more suspicious. "So what?"
"If Apocalypse had gotten his hand on it, he would have been able to locate the strongest mutants of the planet," Hank said and shook his head. "That would have been a disaster for us…"
"And why did you place bombs everywhere?" Ororo asked him frowning.
"Don't ask me," Logan grunted and had to brood. "So, you wanna read my mind," he said after a while and gave the Professor a look. "Then two things, bub! First, the kids go out, second, I'll kick your butt if I get a headache or nightmares again, got that?"
Nodding, Charles looked at the younger mutants. "Would you leave, please?"
"But why?" Jubilee asked angrily. "We are also part of the team…"
Bending forward, Logan gave her a warning look. "Because I say so."
"So, what?" the young woman replied pouting. "We have a right to know, too!"
"And I've the right to give ya orders," he growled back and narrowed his eyes. "There's the door. Get out!" Groaning the younger X-Men left and returned to the upper levels; listening to Jubilees complaints about a mean Wolvie.
"Follow me," Charles said and moved towards the door. Looking rather pissed off, Logan sighed annoyed and got up; following him to Cerebro. Waiting for the door to scan the Professor's eyes, he was surprised that it still worked after he'd nearly blown it up. Inside, he was asked to either lie down or sit down without moving. Cocking and eyebrow at him, Logan looked around and complaint about not even being offered a pillow, when he laid down, with his arms crossed behind his head. Looking up when Charles put the helmet on, he felt his heart beginning to kick into high gear. "Did anyone test this shit so far?" he asked and watched his opposite turning around.
"No," Charles replied and noticed the raised eyebrow twitching a bit. "You're save Logan. Nothing will happen to you."
"You know what can happen if I'm locked into a room and freak out, right?" the X-Man said warningly and saw him nodding.
"I know. We've seen what you did to the cell." Activating the machine, Charles began to concentrate. "Just relax…"
"Easy for ya to say, bub!" Logan snorted and closed his eyes. It didn't take long and the round room began to change. Instead of glowing red or white as usual, it began to glow into a dark blue when the machine connected with Charles' mind. This one concentrated on what he saw in Logan's mind. Pushed pieces of memories and pictures aside until he'd found what he was looking for. With a tensed look on his face, he sat unmoving in his wheelchair and concentrated as hard as necessary on the images he saw; feeling that the berserker in Logan fought back. "You have to relax, Logan…," he said once more, but this time mentally and tried to lull the man into sleep. Noticing that it was useless, since Wolverine refused to let him in, he forced the man into sleep and was finally able to get a hold on the memory he wanted to see. Activating the new machine, he felt the screen in the Conference Room turning on and connected Logan's mind with his and Cerebro.
Attentively, the X-Men stared at the screen; Jean more tensed and frightened than the others. She was afraid of what she'd see. Seeing the first images of the memory, her eyes grew wide and she jumped up gasping in shock, while the others looked at her in confusion.
"What's wrong?" Ororo asked her worriedly, since the redhead covered her mouth with her hand. "Jean?"
"It's…it's what I dreamed at night," Jean replied shaking and had trouble breathing when tears came up again by recalling the nightmare she'd back then. "It's exactly what I dreamed at night…"
"You dreamed about the crash?" Scott asked her surprised.
"Not only I did…," she said barely audible and sat down very slowly. "Lily, too."
"Hold on a second," he said a bit louder. "Your kids already display some power and we don't know?"
"Charles knows," Jean gave back and gave him a look. "They are not a threat, Scott, so stop giving me that look!"
"Does Logan know?" he asked her instead and crossed his arms.
"No…," she replied in a whisper and looked at the screen again; seeing from Logan's perspective, how Sunfire turned around to look at him…
Meeting the eyes of Sunfire, who looked at him scared to death, Logan closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, his hazel eyes widened in shock. Frowning, Sunfire turned his head again and screamed; covering his face with his arms. Hearing his comrade's screams, Logan closed his eyes tightly…
"Damn…there was the sound," Scott said and cursed. "Why did he close his eyes…"
"Maybe, because he thought he was dying?" Ororo nearly yelled at him when she walked around the table to comfort Jean.
Working on a computer that made single pictures of the memory, Mystique frowned. "There were two mutants," she suddenly said and looked at the screen again which was still black. "One had grabbed Logan, the other had thrown another mutant into the jet. They disappeared shortly before the jet crashed…"
"The third body we found," Hank said to Kurt and this one nodded.
"So we know where this one came from," the blue mutant replied and looked at the screen again. The screen was still completely black, but they suddenly noticed that heavy pants could be heard. Suddenly, it lightened up a bit…
Panting heavily, Logan stared at a door that was opened. He had to close his eyes since the light was so bright that it blinded him. He felt frightened, absolutely scared to death since he couldn't figure out what was going on. He had no clue if he was dead and had landed in hell or was in some kind of twilight world and everything he'd done was coming back to him now…His heart tore his chest apart, while he felt cold sweat on his forehead when he heard loud, heavy steps coming closer. Staring at the spot, it didn't take long and silver metal came into view. Staring at it, completely unable to move and tell his claws to extract, Logan's eyes saw how a large silver hand reached out for him, while shining yellow eyes glared down on him. Panting, he did the first thing he could think of and began to growl menacingly. Suddenly the cold glowing eyes changed and appeared joyful to him. Not knowing what to think of it, he frowned when the thing in front of him gave a sign. Feeling hands making a rough grab, a loud frightened scream soon filled the room…
Beginning to shake while tears ran down her face, Jean looked away, pulled her legs close and buried her face in her hands. Seeing how the redhead suffered by seeing the memory, Ororo laid a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to look at it…," she said softly but Jean shook her head and heaved a deep, irregular breath. Biting her lip, the weather witch nodded and let go of her shoulder again, to take her hand into hers.
Opening his eyes again, Logan gasped when he directly looked into the ugliest face he'd ever seen. He couldn't tell what this thing in front of him was. He looked too human to be a machine, but less human to really count as one. Gritting his teeth, while he was firmly tied to a cold metallic table, he began to growl again. "Who are you?" he hissed and saw the thing smiling.
"We meet at last Wolverine!" the thing said and its yellow eyes glowed again. "I'm your master, Apocalypse."
"Yeah, what else are ya dreaming of, bub?" Logan snorted scornful and glared at him. "What the fuck is this shit about?"
"You'll be my servant," Apocalypse replied and raised his metallic arms in the air. "I'll make you the leader of my horseman, Wolverine. You'll be the first to serve under me and help me to get what's mine."
Cocking an eyebrow, Logan gave him an arrogant look. "And what's it gonna be?" he asked cynically. "A pony farm?"
Giving a low chuckle, the huge mutant crossed his arms in front of his mighty chest. "You'll be my servant, Wolverine. And there's nothing you can do against it!" Giving a sign, the table began to move and forced Logan into a straight position. "I'll unleash your true nature and make you even more powerful than your enemies ever imagined. And then you'll join me in the glory days of a new world."
"Sorry, bub," Logan replied despite his inner alarm screaming at him to run. "Don't have a thing for guys, ya know…"
Glaring at him, Apocalypse face came closer. "Let's begin, shall we?" he snarled and grabbed the head of his opposite in a very firm grip. Screaming in pain, Logan tensed his muscles violently, while he thought his skull was torn apart. Watching it joyfully, Apocalypse only smiled devilishly. "You'll rise as Death, the most powerful of my Horseman and you'll bring sorrow and destruction to the world. You'll help me to get back what's legally mine and do whatever I command you to do. Will you serve me?" he asked and narrowed his eyes, when he heard a painful hiss that was clearly a "no". Tightening his grip, his snarl became louder. "I ask you again, will you obey my commands?" Once more, Logan barely managed to reply with a "no", just to feel the unbearable pain rushing through his whole body and his voice failing him while he screamed his lungs out in pain. Desperately he tried to fight the blackness that was about to swallow him and held on to the memories his adversary was forcing away from him. Hearing his heartbeat, which was more than only out of control, roaring in his ears, he was forced to look at his enemy who's eyes glowed even stronger than before; were blinding him and pulling him more into blackness. "I ask you once more," Apocalypse hissed in a low snarl. "Are you Death, my loyal servant, leader of my Horseman who will do anything his master's command him to do?" Tightening the grip, which had easily smashed a normal head minutes ago, he forced his darkness into the mutant and felt satisfied how he became weaker. Noticing how the body in front of him became numb, he grinned darkly, when the eyes of his opposite became pitch-black. "That's good, give in to your master!" Letting go of him, Logan's head dropped forward and his muscles weren't tensed anymore. Even his breathing and heartbeat were even now. "Do you hear me, Death?" Apocalypse demanded to know and the mutant in front of him raised his head.
"Yes…"
"Yes, what?" he asked and his eyes glowed again.
"Yes, master…"
Breaking his concentration briefly, Charles looked at Logan, who was sweating heavily, while his muscles were tensed. Hearing the heavy pants, the Professor knew he couldn't go on like this forever. Still he had to know one more thing. Therefore, he reached out to Logan's mind and tried to put him back into a calm sleep. Waiting until he was relaxed again, Charles began anew…
Watching Apocalypse pace in front of him, Death waited for his order. In the past weeks he had spent time with attacking and killing the mutants his master wanted to see dead. Had traveled the world to look for things his master had wanted and now he was told that the next order would be very special. Finally his master came to a halt and looked down on him.
"It's time to work a bit more on my plans," he said and crossed his arms, while his eyes were full of hatred. "I want you to break into a mansion in Westchester, New York. You'll go down to the basement and look for a file, which is called Cerebra File. Understood?"
"Yes master," Death nodded.
"Afterwards, you destroy it," his opposite went on. "I don't care if you kill them all. Just kill everyone who gets into your way."
"As you wish," Death bowed and pulled the cloak over his face, when Apocalypse raised his voice again.
"And if you see this treacherous Morph," his master spat and slammed his fist against a wall which shook dangerously. "Kill him for disobeying my orders and staying behind. I ordered him to come back immediately and he disobeyed me. And you know what happens to those who don't follow my orders, right?"
"Yes, master," Death replied and nodded.
"Good, then do your work and return to me as soon as it's done!"
"What's that?" Hank asked and looked at the screen which had turned off. "Why did it stop?"
"Because Logan has enough," Charles replied when he entered the room all of a sudden.
"How is he?" Jean asked barely audible and looked at him with a tearstained face.
"He's resting for now," the Professor soothed her and looked at the others. "And I think we should do the same now. I first have to let this news sink in. Mystique?"
"Yes?" the woman asked and closed her laptop.
"Logan told me before he went upstairs that Apocalypse ordered him to find seals. As far as I remember there was a document somewhere in the Cerebra files about seals, but I don't remember the context. Would you do the research on it?"
"Of course," she said nodding and got up to start with her work immediately.
"And now let's go to bed, it had been a long day," the Professor said softly and noticed how confused and stressed the others were. "We will talk about this tomorrow. But since we need Logan for it, we should do the same as he does now and get some rest."
"But he's really normal again, right?" Kurt asked him worriedly. "I mean…it's the Logan who had left here, isn't he?"
"From what I can tell yes, even if this clearly bothers him a lot," Charles nodded. "But he's not dangerous anymore if that is what you wanted to ask."
Nodding, Kurt got up and joined the others when they left together.
Upstairs, Ororo stopped at the door to the West Wing and gave Jean a worried look. "You'll be alright, right?" she asked her and the redhead nodded. "If something happens, wake us, okay?" Smiling at her briefly, she left with the others and Jean made her way upstairs; opening the door carefully. Seeing him sleeping on the sofa, she walked over to the bedroom and got a blanket from there. After spreading it over his body, she kneeled down next to Logan and stroked over his cheek gently. Sitting there for a while, she wiped away new tears when she recalled how much he'd suffered and how badly he was used by their new adversary. Kissing him tenderly, she stroked his cheek once more. "I love you…," Jean whispered before she turned around and entered the bedroom; not noticing that she was closely watched by him…
Laying awake for hours and being unable to sleep, Logan had already tried a lot. He'd smoked a cigar on the balcony, had strolled around the complete mansion, had trained for a few minutes and got bored very soon…and now he was lying on the sofa again and stared at the bedroom door. He heard her. Loud and clearly. And it was obvious to him, not only because he caught the strong odor of fear, that she had a terrible nightmare. First trying to ignore it, he couldn't do it anymore. Snorting, Logan finally got up and closed the bedroom door behind him. Carefully he sat down next to her on the edge of the bed, switched the light on and watched her. She was sweating heavily while she moved a lot in bed as if she was fighting against someone. Seeing the tears on her face, he could tell that it was really bad… Hearing her pleas to let her go, Logan knew what she was dreaming about. Touching her shoulder, he began to shake her, but she didn't react first. Shaking her heavier, Jean suddenly sat up with a frightened shriek and was about to slap him, when he grabbed her wrists firmly. Since she was wearing a shirt only and wasn't covered by the sheets, he could clearly see the visible bruises on her arms, abdomen and legs. And it made him furious to see it.
Panting, the redhead looked around in complete confusion, while her heart was hammering in her chest. Looking at him, she began to pull a face and sobbed heavily. Once more she'd dreamed how the imposter had forced himself on her, how he'd just pinned her to the bed and took from her what he'd wanted without caring that he was hurting her badly. Heaving deep, irregular breaths, Jean took notice that Logan had gotten up and was about to leave again. Quickly, she grabbed his hand crying. "Please, Logan, don't go…," she sobbed frightened and gave him a pleading look. "Please…" Meeting his gaze, while tears kept on running down her cheeks, she still sobbed heavily and quivered. Feeling how he pulled his hand away from her and walked over to the door, Jean shook her head and cried into her pillow. "Please, don't leave me alone…" Hearing how the door was closed by him, she had to cry even louder in despair. She needed him so badly right now. Knowing that the nightmare of a man still haunted her dreams at night, even now that Logan was back, scared her to death. Shrieking, when the bedside next to her began to move, Jean nearly fell over the edge when she turned around panting. Realizing that it was only Logan who had gotten his pillow from the sofa, she laid a hand on her chest to calm her racing heart. Being aware of his still distant eyes, she laid down again and switched the lights off mentally after he'd laid down, too. Not knowing what to think of it, Jean turned around onto her right side and closed her eyes. Feeling his hand touching her belly when he pulled her close, she shed a single tear again. She knew he didn't do it because they were fine again. He only did it to help her to find some sleep. Running a hand through her face, she heaved a deep breath. "Thank you," Jean whispered before she fell into a dreamless sleep again…
That was it for now. I wrote the whole afternoon and evening on it. I started around 2 p.m. and now it is 9 p.m. but well…I couldn't stop. LOL Hope you liked this chapter. Thanks again to all reviewers. : ) You guys are great!!! I cancelled a scene between Ororo and Logan where she tries to make Jean's situation clear to him. Instead I came up with the idea of Emma manipulating the others, but well, I wanted to get rid off her. All other scenes where pre-written again. Except the talk between Logan and Kyle, Bobby and Logan and the whole scene in the Conference room and Cerebro, plus the memories. Well, please review and hope to see you next time again! See ya!!!