A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first part. This is all I have written for the moment so I'm gonna try and get some more done and hope you like this.
Oh, and please bare in mind I don't have a beta, so all lameness is completely my bad. :) Enjoy.
2.
Logan lounged on the couch the TV on but he wasn't really watching it, more using it as an excuse to be left alone.
He was healing slowly at the minute but he knew that was because he'd lost a lot of blood already. Having his throat ripped out hadn't helped that much. He hadn't been able to speak when he arrived back at the mansion still, which meant he just did what he wanted without having to explain his actions. So for now, he was left alone. They let him heal his way, but it wasn't easy.
His body needed to replace the blood he'd lost first before it did any of the other wounds. He'd heal faster if he could get some food but with his throat still healing that was impossible. Even his mauled arm was still a bloody mess, just covered from sight by one of Xavier's sweatshirts he kept on the lower levels for the X-Men's training sessions.
His eyes felt heavy but he didn't want to sleep here where just anyone could see him, yet the idea of struggling up to his room the way he felt wasn't appealing either. But he knew the healing would take longer if he insisted on fighting the sleep. His body needed to shut down anything it could to speed up the process, get him back to a level where he was able to defend himself again.
But there was something else. Something he tried to ignore.
Some strange feeling moving through him, fighting against him. He'd never felt anything like it before and he didn't like the feeling at all. He wanted it out of him, but he didn't know how or what to do to get it out.
He closed his eyes. Sleep.
Maybe if he just let go for a little while, when he woke again, it'd all be a lot better.
"It's so unfair!"
"Tough!" Scott Summers replied to the teenagers pouting in front of him.
"Why can't you, like, more him to his room?" Jubilee asked.
"Yeah, that's what we want to do, move an injured Wolverine around. Because obviously, he'd take kindly to that."
Jubilee looked at Kitty, who just shrugged. "C'mon, lets go to the mall instead." Kitty suggested.
Jean approached Scott, passing by the two unhappy teenage girls. "Not happy?"
"I kinda see their point, I mean, of all the places to pass out, it's a little awkward." Scott said.
"I'm gonna go and see how he's doing." Jean said, stepping inside the room, her hand running across Scott's stomach as she passed by.
They'd done the best to make the room comfortable for Logan as a temporary place for him to heal. They'd hung some curtains up over the large windows and any other entrances to the room besides the door she'd just entered through was locked from the inside, to keep it quiet and most importantly, to keep the students safe.
Jean knelt down beside the couch where Logan was sprawled. His whole body was gleaming with sweat and when she gently touched his skin, it was hot and clammy. She carefully pulled back the collar to get a better look at his neck and saw it seemed to have healed perfectly, just a slight discolouration of the skin, and checking his arm, she found it the same. She frowned.
He seemed to be healing his wounds fine so she couldn't understand where his fever came from and why his body hadn't healed that yet.
"Scott?" She called gently.
He peered in from outside the room towards her.
"We need to move him."
"What? Isn't that a little dangerous?"
"We just need to be careful. He can't stay here. I want him in the med-lab."
Scott nodded. "Hank should be here within the hour. Can it wait until then? I'd feel better if he were on hand as well to help."
Jean was looking carefully at her patient. "Yeah, it can wait. Just for an hour though. If Hank's any later, I think we should move him anyway."
"He's that bad?" Scott asked, stepping into the room a little futher.
"I just can't understand this fever, Scott. he shouldn't be reacting like this. his bodies healed the wounds, yet he's still sick. That's not right."
Scott found himself mirroring Jean's concerned expression. "I'll see if the Professor can find out where Hank is. The sooner he gets here the better."
Jean nodded absently. "Oh, Scott, on the way back will you bring a damp washcloth and some cold water?"
Scott nodded as he left Jean alone to do the best she could.
Scott made his way towards the Professor's office when he heard someone call his name. He stopped and looked around until he saw Rogue rushing down the stairs towards him, determind to catch him.
He already knew what she wanted before she had to say a word. It may have been the most she'd talked to him since she'd been here, asking how Logan was. The problem was Scott hated giving bad news and that was all he could give her.
Her face had nothing but hope and innocence that she'd managed to hold onto despite all she'd been through in her life. But she seemed to know that this wasn't be good news as soon as Scott looked at her.
"How's Logan?" She asked, her Southern accent thick with worry.
He hesitated, not sure how to give her the news. "Well, Jean said his wounds have healed, but she's a little concerned that he's not awake yet."
Scott noticed Bobby coming down behind Marie, and standing with her as she processed what she'd been told about Logan. "Is there anything we can do?"
"We don't even know what to do right now," Scott admitted. "Although Jean asked me to take her a washcloth and some cool water. If you wanna take that to her, I'm sure she'd appreciate it."
"Oh, yeah sure, c'mon Bobby." Rogue said, grabbing the boys hand in her own gloved hand.
Logan's eyes snapped open as he glanced at his surroundings. It took him a few seconds to realise he was at the mansion and he could smell Jean close by.
"Jean?"
"You're awake," she said, as she came into his line of sight.
"What happened?"
"Don't worry about what happened, you should be more concerned with what's going to happen."
"What?"
"We want to know what makes you so unique, Wolverine. We want to know all about you."
"Jean, you can't be serious." He tried to sit up but she used her powers to push him back down again.
"I'm very serious."
Jean put her hand against Logan's head as he thrashed around on the couch. He felt like he was burning up beneath her touch and she reached out to the professor to find out where Hank was. He inturn reassured her he would find out and afterwards, he'd come and check on her and Logan himself.
A knock at the door made Jean look away from Logan. "Hank?" She called, optimistically.
"It's Marie."
Not who Jean wanted in here right now. When she saw the handle start to turn, she used her telekenisis to stop the girl being able to enter the room. "I'll be right there." She called. She plastered a smile on her face as she opened the door, sure that she probably looked stressed as she felt.
"Scott said to bring some water by and that maybe we could see Logan?"
"I'm sorry, now's not a good time."
Marie felt her cheeks redden a little as anger took over for a moment. "I haven't been able to see him in days. What's going on?"
"Hopefully we'll know more when Hank gets here."
"Who the hell's Hank?"
"He's a doctor and a mutant. He should be able to help."
Rogue looked at Bobby frustrated. A knock at the main door prevented anything from being said.
Jean looked to the pair with a pleading look. "Can you get that? And if it's Hank, send him straight down to the room."
"Come on," Bobby encouraged.
Bobby lead the way as Marie hung back a little, clearly unhappy about being dismissed by Jean. Bobby opened the door, as Marie hung back a little but she quickly took note of who was at the door when she heard Bobby gasp in surprise. Marie took a step back as she saw Magneto and Mystique stood there.
"What do you want?" Bobby asked, positive he didn't sound at all confident in the face of the man.
"Don't worry, I've not come for you, or your girlfriend." Magneto said, smiling in Marie's direction.
She looked suitably annoyed by his presence and kept her distance but refused to move away from the position she stood in.
"Eric?" Charles Xavier said, as he approached the door. "What are you doing here?"
Eric held his hands up slightly, in a mocking surrender pose. "I'm not here for trouble, Charles. See?" And with that he took off the helmet that protected him from Xavier's powers. Invited to do so, Charles searched Eric's mind for any trouble but found none. "We have a problem. One I think you may have already encountered."