Author's note: AliasSpyCrazy: Remember that you once wished for a particular scene between Jean and Logan? You'll get it here. I promised you back then to put it into the sequel. I'll send you a PM and let you know what exactly I mean. Otherwise it would be a big spoiler. ; )

Changes Sequel – I. Darkness Part 28

It was a very hot night in August. The warm air that appeared to be too thick and sultry to breathe in made it impossible for some mutants to sleep. The light was still switched on in some rooms, a few students were gathered in the rec-room or kitchen while others sat on the terrace in hope that it was cooler on the outside. Groaning aloud while she chewed her second ice cube, Kitty cooled her neck with another. "Damn… I appreciate Ororo's gift, but… Can't she at least cool the nights down a bit?"

Nodding in agreement, Jubilee shifted her position between Bobby's legs. "I'd even pay her if necessary…"

Stroking through the woman's long black hair absently, Bobby suddenly patted her shoulder. "I'll go back to bed. You coming?"

"No, I'm still not tired." Smiling at her he gave her a kiss. "Night!" she called and smiled when Kitty suddenly wobbled her eyebrows. "What?" Jubilee asked her and hugged her legs to rock slowly back and forth.

"You still owe me a girl-talk, Jubes!" the other woman said. "I'm waiting since January now!" She noticed the blush on her friend's cheeks. "So? What happened after the fireworks, huh?"

"We went upstairs, so what?"

"Ah, come on, Jubes! Don't be such a prude all of a sudden!" Kitty nudged her. "Did you guys do it, yes or no?"

"Well, what do ya wanna hear?" Jubilee said and looked away, while she blushed even more and her heart began to race.

"Okay, I take that as a yes," her opposite smirked. "Did you hear that bird just now? It chirruped details!" she added giggling. "Come on. How did he react? Is he good? You always need a mouth wash when you talk and now you're silent as a rock… I don't want every tiniest detail! Just…well, a bit of it."

Letting out a sigh, Jubilee rested her head on her arms, while she still held her legs close. "Okay…," she finally gave in and watched how her friend shifted her position to listen more carefully. "Well, he asked me if I wanted to go upstairs, so we went upstairs…"

"And?" Kitty asked grinning and watched her thoughtful friend closely when she went on…

Reaching Bobby's room, Jubilee stopped in the middle of the room with her heart in her mouth and heard him closing the door. She startled with a shriek when he placed his hands on hers shoulders. "What's wrong?" Bobby asked her as she stared at him with widened eyes. Worriedly, he touched her cheeks. "You were already so weird before…"

"It's nothing…," Jubilee smiled and pulled a strand out of her face nervously. Seeing how he nodded skeptically, she watched how he came slowly closer.

"The robe looks good on you," he said with a smile and placed his hands on her hip to pull her closer. "You should wear girly stuff like that more often…" Stroking over her cheek he bent down to kiss her tenderly; not noticing that she returned hers rather clumsily. His left hand wandered to the back of her neck and his lips began to caress the side of her neck, while his free hand stroked up her back. Believing that she would drop to the floor any minute in fear, she rested her hands on his chest and closed her eyes when he slowly pushed her backwards to the bed. Her eyes widened as she felt how her robe loosened after he'd pulled the zipper down. Jubilee stared at him in shock when she met his eyes. Bobby stepped back a bit, holding her gaze when his hands stroked up her arms, then down her chest and ribcage; pulling her robe down completely. His blue eyes left her face to explore her exposed upper body until they reached her black panties. He couldn't hide that he liked what he saw. Heaving heavy breaths, Jubilee remained frozen on the spot when he came closer again to kiss her. "You're beautiful," he whispered and felt her shivering under his touch. She startles a bit when her legs bumped against the edge of the bed and caused her to loose her balance. Gasping she fell onto his bed and watched how he got slowly rid of his black shirt. She could hear how the pants followed next when he laid down next to her; supporting his head with his right arm while his left stroked down the curve between her breasts and down her belly. "What's wrong?" Bobby asked her again since he'd noticed how tensed she was.

"Nothing," Jubilee lied and gave him a weak smile.

"Sure?" he asked worriedly and bent over her a bit, but she only nodded. Trying to control her breathing, she pulled him down into a kiss. She felt how he shifted his weight on top of her as he deepened his kiss. When one hand cupped her breast all of a sudden, Jubilee shrieked in surprise and pulled away. "Okay, what is it?" he demanded to know and made her look at him. "If you don't want it then say it…"

"No, it's…," she said despaired and heaved a deep breath. "I…"

"What?" Bobby asked softly and caressed her cheek with his hand gently.

"I…never have…," Jubilee admitted barely audible when her cheeks turned into a deep shade of red and she looked away, feeling embarrassed.

Pausing for a moment to let the news sink in, Bobby smiled at her. "It's okay…," he said and watched how she turned her head again with tears in her eyes. "Hey," he shook his head and stroked over her cheeks. "You could have just said it, Jubes. If you don't want it that's okay…"

"And?" kitty asked. "That can't be all, come on! The two of you seemed too happy on the morning."

Only shrugging, Jubilee got up with a smile on her lips. "Imagine the rest. Good night!"

"Hey, wait!" the other woman called and quickly followed her friend back inside.

Upstairs, also Logan couldn't find any sleep and stared at the ceiling for hours by now. His thoughts kept on drifting off to the mission Nick Fury had sent him on to rescue Captain America out of a more or less strange situation. He'd gotten his orders after they'd reached the Chinese border, had set off to infiltrate the prison in which mutants were held captive, while the other S.H.I.E.L.D agents had set up a ploy to give him enough time. He'd followed his instincts and had found the Cap in a prison underground. It would have been much easier if he hadn't had to carry the mutant and they'd nearly been caught, but he'd made it out of there somehow, just to face his angry and disappointed twins as soon as he'd returned home. As if that hadn't been enough, Scott was on his throat next while also Hank had become suspicious about his past. He couldn't care less. Jean knew about his life and he knew she wouldn't tell them anything as long as he didn't want them to know. Persistent as he was, Scott kept on asking him every time the two men ran into each other and no one was around. Thanks to his senses, Logan did a good job in avoiding the man the best he could.

Sighing, he turned his gaze to the sleeping woman next to him. He couldn't hide that he was becoming more and more nervous the more days past. Up to now there hadn't been any complications during the pregnancy. Thanks to his son's inherited healing factor, which still affected Jean's system, too. He watched how she heaved a deep breath and shifted her position while she laid on her back. Since it were only 5 more weeks to go – at least if Hank was right that she was due around September 10th- he felt how his inner beast gave him a harder time with each day that passed. Frowning, when her face twitched slightly, Logan sensed that she was still awake too. Moving onto her side, he kissed her forehead tenderly, causing her to moan softly and pulled the thin sheet away. He still couldn't understand that she always needed a blanket no matter how hot it was.

"I'm tired, Logan…," Jean mumbled sleepily and sighed.

"I know…," he replied smiling before he pulled her shirt up a bit.

"What are you doing then?" she asked and opened one eye a bit, hardly seeing how he smiled at her in the dark.

Kissing her belly lovingly, Logan stroked over it before he bent forward a bit. "Wanna hear my baby, what else?"

Smiling, she closed her eyes again when he rested his head on her belly. "You only want to sleep on my belly again…," Jean mumbled amused when he chuckled.

"Busted…," Logan smiled and concentrated on what his senses told him. He closed his eyes as she began to stroke through his hair absently. Thinking about the baby and how his children were as excited as he was, he could feel how the baby kicked briefly. Smiling happily, he remembered how this had happened months ago for the first time…

They had entered the kitchen one morning in May after he'd been back from his mission. He'd helped Jean into a stool while their children had taken their casual seats. Logan had prepared a plate for Miloh first before he'd sat down next to his wife and they'd began to talk during breakfast when she had suddenly gasped. "What?" he'd asked worriedly since she was holding her belly and panic had immediately spread within him. He'd frowned when she'd taken his hand and had placed it onto her belly.

"It just kicked…," the redhead had said smiling and had watched him closely. His face had been tensed first as he concentrated hard and her heart had made a jump when his eyes suddenly soften. "Felt it?" she asked and received a warm smile from him.

"Yeah…"

"I wanna feel it, too!" Lily had said and had jumped of her stool together with her siblings to lay her hand on her mother's belly.

"I don't feel anything," Jack had complained while Logan was watching them in amusement.

"Me neither…," Rachel pouted.

"Wait a moment," their father had told them and had exchanged a loving look with his wife.

"Now!" the redheaded girl had suddenly cheered and smiled proudly at her sister.

"Where?" the boy had asked and furrowed his brows since he hadn't felt anything, when suddenly his twin sister had cheered, too.

"There!" Pushing her hand aside frowning, he had groaned in frustration; making his father chuckle.

"The baby's mean!" he had sulked and had received a big grin of his sister.

"Yeah, because it's a girl!" Lily had smirked, but he had shaken his head.

"It's not!"

"Yeah, it is!" Rachel had nodded.

"It's not talking with you because it's a girl," the dark haired girl had giggled.

"It's not!" the boy had protested again. "It talked to daddy, too!"

Seeing how her older brother pouted, Rachel had moved over and reached up to her father. "Yeah, because it's daddy!" she had said when her father had pulled her up and had kissed her cheek. "Right?" she had asked the adult and had wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Right!" Logan had nodded and had seen the disappointment of his son. Just as he'd wanted to say something the boy had suddenly smiled. "Felt it now?"

"Yeah," Jack had said. "So, it's a boy!" he had mocked his sisters and stuck out his tongue.

Chuckling Logan had leant against the counter still with Rachel on his arms, who had leant her head against his shoulder.

"I think it would only be fair if you had another boy," Moira had said and had winked at the boy.

"Right!" this one had nodded and had hugged his father's legs, while this one had smirked.

"We'll see," Logan had said and his eyes switched to the redhead on the stool; knowing that she thought about a particular subject again…

"What can you hear?" Jean asked him all of a sudden.

"Yours and its heartbeat…," he mumbled sleepily.

"So it's really one then?"

Only shrugging, Logan stroked over her belly absently while the monotonous heartbeats slowly helped him to drift finally off to sleep.

"Morning!" a voice softly breathed into his ear while his lips were caressed by a soft touch. Deeply asleep, he registered the loving scent and groaned softly when someone straddled him juts to kiss him again. "Come one, sleepy head," the soft voice said again and he couldn't hide his smile.

"You're back?" he murmured with a voice that was of sleep and she giggled.

"Yes, I am," she replied and shrieked in the next moment when his large hands grabbed her. He'd rolled over and had buried her underneath him so fast that her mind couldn't realize it first. "I thought you're still asleep," she complained and laughed when his hair nuzzled the side of her neck. "That tickles!"

"I know," he snarled playfully and began to kiss her hungrily. "I missed you…," he murmured and held her tight whereas she rested her head on his chest.

"I missed you, too, Hank," Moira smiled and cuddled up to him.

"That week was long," he mumbled and heaved a satisfied sigh before he opened his eyes a bit and suddenly sat up in shock. "Jeez… You said you only wanted to get your things, not your whole lab," he said when he became aware of the many boxes in his room.

Only shrugging smiling, Moira wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Most of it are books and equipments for the lab. So you don't have to worry about your suits, Hank."

Smiling, Hank could only shake his head. "I really was deeply asleep, huh?" he asked her with a smirk. "I didn't hear you carrying the boxes upstairs. You could have woken me. I would have helped you of course."

"I had help," she smiled and got off the bed. "I met Logan on his way to the gym."

Laughing, he nodded. "I don't think he needs another workout then." Getting out of bed, he noticed that Moira had marked the boxes with a pen. "Okay, I'll shower and then we'll start."

Kissing him once more, she held him tight for a moment. "I'm downstairs. The food in the plane was disgusting again and by now my stomach's protests become stronger."

"Okay," he nodded and entered the bathroom while she made her way to the kitchen, being completely happy.

"You're back?" Ororo asked her smiling and got off her stool to hug her friend as good as she could with her baby on her arm. "When did you arrive?"

"Only an hour ago," Moira waved off and smiled at the boy. "How are the two of you, hm?"

"Good," the weather goddess smiled and cradled Tommy in her arms. "So, it's the big day today, huh? You're finally moving in?" Seeing how the other woman nodded while she prepared something to eat, Ororo smiled when the boy yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Someone's tired, hm?" she asked lovingly.

"What I wanted to ask you," Moira suddenly said and made her look up. "Since you added Joshua to his name…is it only Tommy or also TJ?"

Giggling, Ororo shook her head. "We only added Joshua because TJ wanted him to have the same initials. It's only Tommy," she explained and got off her stool again. "I'm sorry, but he needs to sleep. I'll be right back, okay? Do you need help later?"

"I'll let you know. Thanks!" Moira smiled and sipped on her coffee. "Better don't ask Logan, too, if you see him. The poor guy already had to carry 20 boxes upstairs for me."

"Oh," Ororo hid her laugh. "I'll keep that in mind!" Giggling she made her way upstairs to put her son to bed.

While Scott was on the phone with Forge, the Professor used Cerebro. His eyes were closed and even if he seemed to be relaxed, he was tensed. In the past days he'd picked up strange activities in Canada, which began to bother him by now. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get a hold on the mutants who were obviously responsible for it, but he could tell that in the past days more mutants had suddenly completely disappeared than in the past years altogether. When the room began to spread first and he concentrated on the brain activities and special marks that were unique for every mutant on the planet, he soon had to give up again. While Cerebro shut down, Charles put the helmet down and left the room; running directly into Scott, who leant against the wall on the outside.

"Anything?" the man asked, but sighed when his opposite shook his head. "Well, at least Forge had some good news. He finally managed to find out how the uniform works. He already began to produce new uniforms for us and will include the new technology. He said he will give us a call as soon as he's done. The prototype should arrive soon."

"That's good to hear. Nevertheless," the Professor said and moved his wheelchair towards the meeting room. "I don't know why, but I keep on feeling that something is wrong, Scott."

"Maybe we should check it out," Scott suggested while his hands were buried in his pockets. "We could fly up and take a look."

"I located the activities in the Canadian Rocky Mountains. You would need Logan, too, and I don't want to send him away while Jean's 8 months pregnant, Scott." Shaking his head Charles stopped in front of the room. "No, we have to think about something else I'm afraid."

"Charles," the man began and stopped right next to him. "Logan knows the mountains, okay, fine. But we have the technology to keep the activities under surveillance while we're flying the jet. We don't need Logan to lead us through the mountains. Besides the fact that he wouldn't leave anyway and I can understand that."

"You're wrong, Scott," Charles shook his head. "The problem is that the activities I located are deep in the mountains. It's impossible to reach the location by flying." Nodding in understanding, Scott let out a sigh. "I'd like to call in a meeting. Would you come inside, please?"

Doing so, Scott sat down in his casual chair while Charles concentrated on the mutants he liked to come down. Minutes later Bobby, Peter, Kurt, Logan and Jean were gathered in the room, too, and waited for an explanation why it was so important to call in a meeting today. "You might ask yourselves why you're here," Charles began and folded his hands. "I'll make it quick. As you all know I have picked up activities in the Canadian Rocky Mountains. Only few minutes ago more mutants suddenly disappeared and I am convinced that the enemy has something to do with it."

"Send a jet," Logan suggested while he held Jean's hand.

"That's the problem, Logan," the Professor replied and met the man's gaze. "Whatever our enemy is doing, he has found a way to do his activities very deep in the mountains. It is impossible for the jet to pick up the activities out of the air or to land anywhere nearby."

Knowing what the man was up to, Logan shook his head. "If ya want me to leave, forget it, Chuck! I told ya that I ain't leaving Jeannie alone. Sent someone else!"

"I know and there lies the problem," the man replied. "You know the mountains. You told where I could look for any hidden facilities and I followed your advice. That's why I was able to find the location in the end."

Narrowing his eyes, Logan held the man's gaze with a warning look in his own as Jean suddenly squeezed his hand and he turned his head. "I'm fine, Logan," she said mentally, but he shook his head. "Hank did a check up an hour ago. He said everything is normal and that we don't have to worry. You won't be gone for a whole week this time. Only for a day or two."

Ignoring the looks of the others who tried to find out about what the couple was saying mentally, Logan shook his head again. "Forget it!" he said aloud and crossed his arms. "I ain't gonna leave."

Leaning forward a bit, Scott gave him a look. "If you know the mountains so well, we could need your help, Logan. I understand your situation. I probably wouldn't leave either, but we need to find out what they are up to…"

"Right," Peter nodded. "If they plan an attack, we aren't prepared for it." He exchanged a look with Bobby and Kurt, who also nodded.

"Do I have to spell it out?" Logan growled and glared at them. "If you want to leave, leave, but I stay."

"Logan, please," Jean begged him mentally. "Trust me, I know that nothing will happen." She gave him a pleading look. "I appreciate that you want to stay with me, but if they really plan an attack, than we need to know about it. And if you help them we get the information faster than if they get lost on the mountains." When he broke eye contact, the redhead could tell that he was thinking about it. "You know that the jet can take you back within less than 20 minutes if necessary. And Hank and Moira are here, too, in case that something happens…," she went on and laid a hand on his arm. "I don't want to wake up one night with them in our bedroom…"

Logan looked at her closely first before his eyes scanned each face in the room. Despite that his instinct told him something else, he finally nodded. "One day, maximum two," he grunted and saw the grateful smile on Xavier's lips. "And we leave now. The faster we're back the better," he added and got up to get his uniform.

"You really have to tell us how you always manage that," Bobby said to Jean and shook his head before he followed the others to get changed.

"Thank you," Charles said and went with her to the hangar. They waited for the group to change into their uniforms first, before everyone, except Logan, went briefly upstairs to let their girlfriends or wives know about the mission.

"I want to know if something happens," Logan told his wife warningly. "I want a call if it's a headache, back pain or even if ya accidentally drop a glass of water!"

Shaking her head about the last remark and kissed him. "I'll be fine. 'Ro stays with me until you're back."

Logan shook his head. "I want a promise!"

"I promise I will even give you a call if I accidentally drool on your shirt by watching Hugh Jackman on TV," she smiled when he gave a snort and cocked an eyebrow.

"He's a sissy," he growled, knowing how much she loved his movies. He turned when he heard the others approaching. "Don't ya forget it!"

"I won't," she promised and kissed him again. "Be careful!"

"Says a woman who's 8 months pregnant with my kid, eh?" he mocked and kissed her again before he reluctantly went into the hangar.

Standing next to the Professor they watched how the hatch closed and the engines roared to life in the next second. "He's still afraid of flying, isn't he?" Charles asked her concerned since he could feel the stress Logan was in.

"Yes, since the Blackbird crashed he is," Jean nodded and watched hoe the jet disappeared through the hatch in the basketball field. Sighing, she turned and followed him back to the elevator. "I only hope they will be alright…"

"They will. I am sure of it," Charles said encouragingly when the door went shut. "But Jean, since I don't know how long it will take them, I really want you to be careful. I know what Logan will do to us if something happens to you and I'm neither willing to pay for another fridge, nor to wake up one morning staring at his claws first."

Hearing it, Jean couldn't hide her grin. "I'm sorry, Charles. I don't know why Logan hates the fridge so much."

When the door opened on the first floor Charles made his way to his office, followed by Jean. "He destroyed four fridges in two years," the man shook his head.

"I know. But the last one was my fault, I'm sorry."

Smiling she opened the doors to his office telepathically for him. "Thank you. And remember what I said. Please be careful and tell us as soon as you're not feeling well."

"I will," the redhead nodded. "If you'll excuse me. Ororo is waiting for me in the rec-room." Smiling at him, Jean turned and walked towards the room where her best friend was already waiting with a box of DVD's.

"Jeez, where are you, girl?" Ororo complained and shook her head playfully. "Kitty and the others are watching over our kids voluntarily and you let me wait here."

"I'm sorry," Jean apologized and slowly sat down on the sofa. "But you know Logan."

"Yes, I do." Getting up with the box in her hands, the weather goddess kneeled down in front of the DVD player and searched through the DVDs.

"I can't wait…," she heard her friend suddenly sighing and gave her a brief look.

"For what?"

"To sit, sleep, walk and live like a normal human being again…"

Laughing Ororo shook her head. "One more months, huh?"

"Yeah…," Jean nodded and touched her belly. "5 more weeks and then it's sleepless nights again."

"Well, you wanted it that way, girl. Soon you'll have another cutie from your gorgeous husband again," Ororo teased her smiling and had her eyes fixed on the DVDs again. "Hm… Van Helsing?"

Pulling a face, the redhead shook her head and leant forward to grab the glass on the table. "No, I just watched that one with Logan," she replied. "And yeah, I know. I wanted it that way. I'm just…nervous, I think."

Putting the DVD back into the box the other woman went on searching through it. "I bet it's going to be boy. Logan is practically on holidays since you're not going al bitchy on him this time. And I'd bet he's more than nervous, too, even if he doesn't show it. Did I tell you that he didn't even realized yesterday that he was eating tofu instead of real meat?" she asked and hid a grin as she recalled the disgusted look on Logan's face after she'd told him. "Hm… How about Someone like you?"

"Please no…"

"I thought you loved that movie?" Ororo asked surprised and turned around frowning. "Jean…?"

"Call the jet back," Jean said with a shaky voice and stared at the ground in front of her.

"What?" her friend asked and quickly got of the ground just to gasp in shock when she saw the liquid on the ground. "But…you're due in 5 weeks… You told me that the check-up said that everything was fine…," she stuttered and began to pant.

"Was…precisely," Jean hissed and groaned all of a sudden. "Please,….get Logan…," she begged and grabbed the armrest of the sofa hard.

"Get up, come on," Ororo said panicky and helped her friend to her feet while she called the Professor for help. "We have to get you to the basement first…"

After she'd finally managed to bring her crying friend to the infirmary and also the Professor had arrived with a shocked look on his face, Ororo was holding Jean's hand while she became more and more frightened. "What do I have to do?" she asked her helplessly since she had, even if she's two children, no idea what she had to do.

"Get Logan…," Jean repeated panting and closed her eyes tightly. "Damn…"

"But Jean…," Charles said worriedly since he could feel that the whole process happened too fast, but she gave him an angry glare.

"No, I'm not going to do anything until he's here, so get him!" she demanded aloud and breathed in through gritted teeth. Only nodding, Ororo ran off to head for the first phone she could find.

In the meanwhile the jet had reached the Canadian border and was already close to Alberta. Sitting next to Scott on the front, Logan was studying a card from the area and marked locations where hidden facilities could be, as suddenly the communicator began to beep. Cocking an eyebrow when he suddenly felt a weird pressure in his stomach, he put the card aside to answer the phone. Before he was able to say anything at all, he listened to Ororo's panicky voice and turned to Scott in a rush who was watching him with a frown on his forehead. "Turn around!" Logan demanded and slammed the communicator back onto the panel.

"What?" the man next to him asked in confusion.

"I said turn around! Fly back!" Logan yelled at Scott, but the man shook his head, not knowing what had gotten into his team leader all of a sudden.

"Are you crazy?" he asked him when he received a growl. "We are nearly there, I'm not turning around now. What's w…"

Popping his claws on one hand and ignoring how Peter and Kurt quickly got up to intervened, Logan pulled Scott roughly out of the seat. "You'll return in two pieces, bub, if you're not turning around right now!" he hissed with a glare and held the man's gaze.

Still not knowing what was going on, Scott reached out to push an emergency button that led the jet back home on autopilot when he was dropped into his seat again. "Can you tell me what this shit is about?" he yelled at the man angrily when this one grabbed the phone again.

As soon as the jet had landed in the hangar again, Logan ran out of it, ignoring that the hatch wasn't completely opened, and towards the infirmary. In the room, Ororo turned once more to the wall clock panicky, while she still held her friend's hands and heard groaning once more in pain. "He'll be here in a second… I'm sure of it…," she mumbled worriedly as suddenly the door went open and Logan burst into the room; still in his leather uniform. Not caring about it, he got rid of the upper part and slammed it into the next corner before he joined Jean's side.

"Where's the Furball?" he demanded to know and took Jean's sweaty hand into his.

"Charles tried to reach hank and Moira," Ororo told him when he cocked an eyebrow at her. She knew if he got to know the truth he would directly go into a berserker rage.

About to reply something, he felt how Jean pulled on his bared arm. "Help me up," she managed to say through clenched teeth while she groaned in pain again.

"You need to lie down, Jeannie," Logan said but she shook her head.

"No… It hurts too much," she hissed and supported herself against him. "Walk a bit…"

Watching them panicky, Ororo began to walk to the door. "I go and look for Charles!" she told them and left the room.

"Tell the Furball to hurry up!" Logan barked quickly when the woman in his arms cried out again. Slowly walking backwards a bit, his eyes were fixed on the redhead worriedly. His mind refused to believe that this was happening. They still had 5 more weeks to go. He couldn't understand how the child could be premature with an active healing factor… "Can I do anything?" he asked her panicky when she began to heave even deeper breaths.

"Just hold me…," Jean cried just to groan painfully in the next second. "It never hurt so much before…," she sobbed and leant into him as he began to rock her slowly back and forth.

"Lay down again…," Logan demanded after a while and led her back to the bed. "Did you already take something against the pain?"

"No… I was waiting for Hank or Moira," the redhead replied.

Turning her face to the monitor that kept her and the baby's heartbeats under surveillance Jean squeezed his hand tightly when another contraction hit her. "You've got to do it…," she suddenly hissed through gritted teeth when he gave her a look as if she'd just turned into the Easter bunny.

"What?" Logan asked her. "Are you out of your mind?"

Grimacing, she breathed out through clenched teeth. "The contractions are already too close together," Jean cried and groaned again. "And the heartbeat slows down, too…"

Running a hand through his sweaty face and hair as he felt how a panic attack came up, Logan tried hard to suppress the urge to ram his claws into something, or better somebody who was covered in blue fur. "Damn it, where are they?" he cursed and heard how Ororo came back into the room.

"There was an accident on the freeway. They are stuck there," she told them and watched how both her opposite's eyes grew wide. "They won't make it…"

"Then get the damn jet ready and get them," Logan yelled at her in anger and made her step back a bit. "Why ain't they here anyway?" Turning when Jean crashed his hand once more, his eyes took notice of the monitor and suddenly he felt scared to death.

"They won't make it," the redhead sobbed and gave him a pleading look. "You have to do it…"

Kneeling down next to her, Logan gave her a helpless look. "Jean, I can't… I don't know how."

"Be right back," Ororo said quickly. "I tell Scott to get the jet ready!" Heading down the corridor as fast as she could, she kept on calling for her friend aloud.

"Logan, you have to!" Jean cried aloud. "Please! I can't lose it, too…"

Quivering, he got up again and began to pace for a while before he stopped. "How?" he asked panicky and listened carefully to her instructions that she barely managed to give him between her hisses and groans. Following her advices, he did what she wanted him to do and even wondered how she still managed to send him mental pictures additionally. He got up nodding at her. "Looks open… What now?" he asked with his heart in his mouth and watched how she sat up a bit, panting heavily, while her hand grabbed his hard again.

"I push and you tell me when you see the head…," Jean replied and saw how he shook his head in disbelief before he ran a hand through his face.

Watching how she began to push as if her life depended on it, he swore to every higher being that a blue mutant would face the reaper today is something happened to her or his kid. The stress and fear not only she sent through her link, but also he felt deep within him, affected the Wolverine too much by now. His primal part more on the edge to freak out and lose it completely. He couldn't even explain in words how terribly scared he was for her and his child. After what appeared to him as hours, during which her cries had even become more despaired and painful, Logan looked up. "I see the head…," he said in a voice that didn't belong to him, since he didn't even realize anymore what he was doing or how he did it.

Letting go of his hand to grab the edges of the bed hard, Jean began to pant even heavier and closed her eyes firmly in agitation. Groaning aloud while sweat ran down her flushed cheeks, she heard him mumbling. "Don't wanna know what kind of troublemaker that is later…," Logan hissed as she suddenly let out a loud painfully cry. "Woah!" he made and quickly caught the baby while Jean fell backwards crying aloud.

Staring at the bloody baby in his arms in shock, he barely noticed when she spoke to him.

"Please tell me it's alive…," Jean mumbled and covered her face with her hands, still crying.

Only able to nod while he was still completely shocked, he watched how the baby suddenly began to cry aloud. "You need to clamp the cord," she told him panting. "…and then cut it…"

Following the mental picture she sent him, he moved over to lay the crying baby on her belly afterwards. Sobbing aloud and touching the small being with shaking hands, Jean briefly looked up when Logan tucked the baby into two towels. Instinctively she reached up to pull him close and buried her face on his neck crying aloud.

Finally getting over his shock slowly, he pulled her close with one arm and kissed her forehead; not being able to hold his tears back anymore. "Are you alright?" he asked worriedly and was still skeptical when she nodded.

"What about you?" she asked and looked down on the baby that had finally stopped crying.

Only giving a short laugh, he ran a hand through his exhausted face. "If there'll ever be a fifth one, darlin', I'm outta here," Logan said and shook his head as he had to support himself against the bed. "If you wanted to make an emotional and physical wrack outta me, congrats, ya succeeded!"

Smiling at him softly, Jean took his hand into hers. "You did great…"

"Not as great as you," he replied and kissed her when the door suddenly opened.

"Here we are. I am sorry, but…," Hank began and froze on the spot with Moira behind him as he met Logan's dark eyes.

"Too late, Furball," that one hissed angrily and came slowly closer; causing Moira to hid behind Hank's back. "How the fuck could the two of ya leave knowing that she's 8 months pregnant?" Logan nearly yelled at them, but kept his voice as low as possible because of the baby.

"Well, she was due in 5 weeks…," Moira apologized scared. "Everything was fine…"

"And you left, too," Hank added quickly when Logan stopped only inches from his face.

"Yeah, because I thought a doctor was close by, you fucking idiot!"

Quickly moving aside and towards the woman on the bed, Moira looked at her in surprise. "How…? I mean…who helped the two of you?"

"No one," Jean replied simply. "Logan did it."

"What?" Hank asked frowning and looked at the man in front of him who was still glaring at him. "He brought the child to the world?" he added in disbelief.

"Yeah, I did your job, Furball," Logan hissed and joined Jean's side again.

"Are you alright?" the woman asked the redhead concerned. "Are you still in pain?"

"No, but is the baby okay?" Jean asked frightened and handed it over to Moira.

"We'll check on it!" Smiling at the baby she left with Hank and made her way to the lab.

Beckoning her to move a bit, Logan laid down next to her and pulled her close. He didn't have to look at her to realize how scared she was for their baby- "Everything's fine. Don't worry," he tried to soothe her and stroked over her arm, but she pulled a face and clung to him sobbing.

"It was the last time, too," she cried. "And then they came back and said the baby was dead and they were sorry…"

Pulling her closer, he began to stroke up and down her back gently. "You'll see, Jeannie…," Logan said calmly. He kissed her and cupped her face to look at her closely. "I'm damn proud of you, baby," he smiled and kissed her forehead tenderly.

Smiling a bit, Jean cuddled up to him again. "I'm proud of you, too. Four children and you didn't faint once…"

He chuckled and closed his eyes. "Why do ya think I'm lying right now, huh? You absolutely fucked me up, girl…" He heard how the door opened again.

"Strong and healthy boy, who is still in possession of an active healing factor," Hank announced proudly and made Jean sat up a bit.

"What?" she asked confused. "But he was premature…" Holding out her hands when Moira placed the sleeping baby carefully into her arms, the redhead looked at the boy closely.

"He's fine, Jean. Maybe we've just been wrong with the calculation, Hank suggested, but Jean shook her head.

"She did a test, Hank. She wasn't pregnant earlier," Moira told him before she turned to the baby again. "But that's not all!" she said and pointed at the boy's face. "His eyes…" Looking at Logan frightened since she thought something was wrong with her baby's eyes, her husband reached out and carefully opened one lid. Astonished they realized that their son already had eyes as green as his mother's, while his hair was as dark as his father's. "I have never seen a baby with such eyes…," Moira said and bent forward a bit to look at the boy again.

"I'll analyze his blood and check it," Hank told them and was about to leave again when he stopped. "And we are really sorry, Logan. We didn't know that you guys had left. Charles's call just received us a bit too late," he said slightly ashamed, but the other man waved off.

"Yeah, yeah…," Logan grunted when Moira appeared with a paper in her hand.

"That was a pretty quick birth," she noticed amazed and looked at the clock on the wall, noticing that only three hours had passed since the call had received them.

"Yeah, and it was a hard one for her, too," he added growling and gave her a glare again. "Far more painful than with Ray back then."

"Probably because everything happened so fast," she suggested and turned off the monitors. "If you're such a talent, Logan, you could help me with…"

"Forget it!" he growled since he knew what she was up to. "I ain't gonna do that again!"

Smiling in amusement, Moira took a pen to fill out the birth certificate. "What's his name?" she asked and looked at both parents.

Meeting her gaze, Logan left it for his wife to decide and watched how she smiled down on her son again. "Jamie…," she said since she knew that it had to be that name, when he suddenly gave her a frown.

"What?"

The redhead turned her head in confusion. She took notice of his odd look and saw that he was thinking hard. But she knew that she had only told him about her dream, not about their son's name. "I like that name…," she therefore quickly said and switched her gaze to the baby once more. "What's wrong with it?"

Closing his eyes, Logan shook his head briefly while he still tried to recall where he had heard that name before. "Dunoo, but…," he mumbled and shook his head again before he sighed. "…it rings a bell somehow. It sounds so…familiar…"

"Familiar?" Jean asked and gave him a look, but he waved off.

"Probably nothing… Jamie's fine…," Logan smiled, but still thought about it.

"Okay," Moira nodded and wrote the name down. "Do you remember the exact time when he was born?" she asked and looked to and fro between them, but Jean shook her head, since she had better things to do before than looking at the wall clock, while Logan was brooding.

"11…55 p.m.," he suddenly said and saw Jean's surprised face.

"Sure?" Moira asked him.

"Yeah, I had looked at the monitor and the time was displayed there," he nodded, still laying next to Jean, and stroked over his son's hair and face lovingly, when Moira turned her head to the clock first and then to a calendar next.

"Okay, 11:55 p.m. means yesterday," she mumbled and wrote it down. "So the birth date is August 17th…"

"What?" Jean shrieked and stared at her with widened eyes when her heart began to race. "No…" She shook her head and looked at Logan pleadingly. "You must be wrong with the time!"

He shook his head. "No… Jean, please don't start that again…," he pleaded and gave her a look.

"Start what?" Moira asked when the redhead suddenly began to sob aloud. "Jean, what's wrong all of a sudden?"

"It can't be…," Jean mumbled between her sobs and shook her head in denial. "Please, tell you're wrong… Logan, please tell me you're wrong…," she went on under her strong sobs, while Moira gave Logan, who suddenly had a grim look on his face, a concerned look…

Okay, I was busy typing today. Actually there would have been 11 scenes to follow after that one, but since I decided to expand the sequel to 30 chapters, I will end it here. It doesn't matter if it's that cliffie here or the one I actually planned. ;) The next two chapters will have very evil cliffies, too, so…don't plan to kill me. LOL I hope you had fun reading that one here. Any critique is welcome and I also want to thank you again for the nice reviews. I'm glad you liked the last chapter. : ) I won't be at home tomorrow, since I'm going to watch The Prestige (so, you'll see Hugh Jackman of course isn't a sissy to me! LOL He's my favorite actor. drool). But I hope that I can finish the next chapter on Sunday and then College starts on Monday again. : ( Anyway, please review! See ya!!