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Repairing what's lost

Ignoring the dirty and rundown corridors that Ororo walked down, she stopped in front of a door. She reached out to knock and waited. "Who is this?" she heard someone asking behind it.

"It's me, Jean," she replied and began to frown when the door was only opened a bit.

"I've no time," she heard the redhead saying.

"Why? It's weekend," Ororo said and furrowed her brows even more since her friend had her hair mostly hanging in her face. Something she never did. Knowing her friend's boyfriend, a strange feeling began to spread within her. "Did something happen?"

"No," Jean replied and was about to close the door again when Ororo pushed it open, just to let out a shocked gasp next.

"What did he do to you?" she asked her friend in disbelief and looked at the visible bruises in her opposite's face.

"Nothing," Jean replied and looked away while she wrapped her arms around herself. "It was my fault…"

"Bullshit!" Ororo said louder when her anger took over. "Jean, let me in!" she added but the redhead had quickly shut the door into her face. "Jean!" she said aloud and ran a hand through her face. Not knowing what else to do, she returned to the outside where Hank was still waiting in the car.

He of course noticed her look. "Is something wrong?" he asked her worriedly and looked at the woman from aside who was biting her lip hard and glared at the street. "'Ro?" After listening to her he instantly called the police and they waited for them to arrive. Together they went upstairs and both mutants watched how the two policemen knocked on the door and ordered Jean to let them in. It took a few more minutes before they heard her doing so and as soon as they were inside of the apartment, Ororo looked at her friend more closely. She was only able to stare at the woman in shock and couldn't stop tears from gathering in her eyes. "Jean…"

"Ma'am," one of the police officers asked after taking a look around the apartment. "Did your boyfriend do this?"

Seeing how the redhead shook her head and stared at the ground, Ororo's jaw dropped. "That's bullshit!" she said aloud and ignored that the woman startled. "Pack your things and come with us, Jean," she begged her.

"I want you to go," the woman replied and Hank exchanged a look with Ororo. "I'm fine…"

"That's not true, Jean," he said and reached out to touch her shoulder but the woman backed off. "Please tell the police the truth and come with us!" he begged her as the door suddenly opened and a man entered.

"What the hell's goin' on here?" he asked and looked at each of them, as one of the policemen stepped forward.

"Nothing," Jean said and stared at the ground, while Ororo could only stare at her in shock.

"Sir, you're suspected of having abused her," the police officer told him and watched how the man walked over to the redhead laughing and pulled her close. Having watched Jean very closely, Ororo and Hank noticed the fear the woman was in.

"I can't help it," he waved off. "She's just too stupid to walk down the stairs, ya know. It's the second time she's fallen down…"

The police officer switched his eyes to Jean, who only nodded weakly. He exchanged a look with his partner and nodded at the others, before they turned around to leave. "Jean!" Ororo begged, but before she or Hank could do anything, the redhead's boyfriend had stepped forward.

"Leave my rooms," he growled and gave the woman a push, before he slammed the door shut into her faces and locked it. As soon as he had turned around he'd grabbed Jean roughly and pulled her close. "Did ya call'em?" he hissed.

"No…," Jean whispered and shook her head for emphasis.

"But ya let'em in," he replied and watched how she backed off crying.

"Because I had to," Jean sobbed.

Still holding onto her wrist, he twisted it until he heard her uttering a whimper. "I hope fer ya that ya didn't tell'em anythin'," he said in a threatening low voice.

"I swear I didn't," she replied and was pushed out of his way in the next second.

"I want ya t'wait fer me in the bedroom, understood?" he hissed and walked over to the kitchen to get a bottle of vodka out of the fridge.

Wiping her tears away and quivering Jean followed him slowly and stopped at the door. "Please don't do it," she begged him barely audible and saw how he turned his head to glare at her. "It still hurts…"

"So?" he asked back and shut the door of the fridge to take a sip of the bottle.

She began to knead her hands nervously and tried to find a way out of the situation. "I really don't want it…"

He only shrugged. "But I do."

"You just…," Jean began and looked down. "You hurt me pretty bad…" She backed off a bit when he came closer and stopped in front of her. His hand grabbed her bruised chin roughly to turn her head from one side to the other, while his eyes checked on her bruises uninterestedly. The whole time though he did it she avoided his eyes.

"Well," he finally said and let go of her face. "Then ya know what t'do, right?" Only nodding, Jean sank down on her knees and began to work on his belt.

X

In the meanwhile, Ororo walked next to the officers towards their car. The sky had turned into a dark grey, a sign that she was beyond angry. "What are you doing?" she asked them aloud and watched how they opened the doors to their car.

"We can't do anything here," one of them replied and sat down in the seat.

"Are you crazy?" she asked enraged. "You've seen what that bastard has done to her!" Seeing how they only shrugged and drove away, her eyes became white and lighting became visible in the sky.

"They are right," Hank said with a loud sigh and put a hand on her shoulder. "They can't do anything when Jean denies it. As long as she refuses to say the truth they can't arrest him."

"She's not saying the truth because she's scared to death!" she yelled at him in anger. "And those two bastards have seen it!"

"I know," he said soothingly. "We should ask Charles for advice."

Fighting back her tears, Ororo looked up at one of the many windows. "I don't understand why she's not fighting back…," she said in barely more than a whisper.

"Because she's too afraid," Hank replied and led her over to the car to drive back home.

Upstairs in the building, Jean still knelt on the ground and stared at it, while he closed his belt and gave her a scornful look. "Clean up," he told her and grabbed his bottle. "Ya look disgustin'," he added and left.

X

At the mansion, Ororo and Hank parked the car and instantly headed for the Professor's office. "Come in," they heard him saying after knocking and went inside, just to stop dead in the tracks.

"You're back?" she asked in disbelief and looked at the man, who sat in front of the desk and looked the same as always.

"So it seems," Logan shrugged and heard her letting out a relieved sigh before she came over to hug him.

"It's so good to see you," Ororo whispered and squeezed him even tighter, which made him cock an eyebrow at the Professor. He wasn't used to people freaking out and being happy to see him. Usually it was the opposite…

"Did I miss somethin' of importance in the last two years?" he asked and was even more confused when she let go of him and had tears in her eyes. Ororo nodded and turned to the Professor to tell him everything. Having listened to it, too, Logan furrowed his brows. "What about Scooter?" he asked and looked to and fro between them.

"Just one word," the weather goddess said in a disgusted voice. "Emma Frost."

"That's actually been two, but never mind," he replied. "And Jeannie did what?"

"She denied the abuse," Hank said and looked up when Logan jumped out of the chair he had sat in.

"And ya left her there with this fucker?" he asked them furiously.

"We can't do anything, Logan," Hank replied and shook his head. "Jean denies it!"

"Where does she live?" his opposite demanded to know and put his hands to his hips.

"Patience!" the Professor intervened.

"No!" Logan disagreed. "We've to get her outta that hellhole!"

Looking at him for a while, Charles exchanged a look with Ororo. "You might think about it differently when you get to know about something…"

"What?" the feral mutant asked and cocked an eyebrow.

"Charles…," Ororo tried to intervene but the bald man shook his head.

"Logan has a right to know the truth, Ororo," he explained in his casual calm voice.

"Which truth?" this one asked and looked to and fro between them again. "What the hell are ya talkin' about?"

Sighing, Ororo ran a hand through her face. "Scott didn't really left Jean because of that Frost bitch," she explained and crossed her arms.

"But?"

"He found out about the night you and Jean spent together," she finished and looked into his eyes, but there was no reaction to it. He didn't even seem to be surprised that she and the two men knew.

"And he left her because of a one night stand?!" he asked nonchalantly.

"No," the Professor replied and looked at the weather goddess. "Would you please?" he asked and she nodded before she left the room.

"What's that about now?" Logan asked them since he couldn't follow them at all.

"Just wait and see," Hank replied and watched how the man crossed his arms and sighed. It took a while, during which the men remained in silence, before the door opened again and the woman returned.

"Who's that?" Logan asked with furrowed brows and nodded at the boy in her arms.

"Jean's son," the Professor explained and leant back in his wheelchair. "Julian."

Logan took a sniff and narrowed his eyes. "How old is that kid?" he grunted without taking his eyes of the boy.

"15 months," Ororo replied and heard him uttering a short laugh first, before he walked over to the window just to turn around with a low growl next.

"Why hasn't she told me?" Logan demanded to know and tried to keep his anger at bay.

"Because you left," she said.

"And why didn't she try to find me?" he hissed. "She's a fuckin' telepath!"

"Probably because she thought you wouldn't care," Hank shrugged and received a glare from the man.

Logan only nodded and walked over to the door. "Then I don't care about her either," he growled and slammed the door shut behind him.

Actually the boy was supposed to be named James, but I just changed it.

Preview: Can Ororo talk Logan into going to Jean? And if, how will both react to each other?