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Repairing what's lost

After knocking on Logan's room door Ororo heard a curt "What?!" and just went inside. She found him lying on the bed and could easily tell that the man was fuming. Nevertheless, she went over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "What do ya want?" he grunted and kept on glaring at the ceiling.

"Logan, she needs our help…," Ororo said calmly.

"Oh yeah?" he asked her cynically. "Well, she didn't need to tell me that I've a kid, did she?"

After running a hand through her face she sighed. "There was too much going on at that time, Logan," she tried to explain but he only gave her a snort. "Scott first thought that it was his baby but figured out, months after you had left, that it couldn't be his. He practically left Jean before she gave birth."

"She could have tried to find me," Logan snapped in anger. "If Scooter hadn't found out, she would have kept it a secret."

Ororo sighed. "Logan, you can't really want that this bastard kills her one day," she tried it again, but once more he only snorted. "You haven't seen her or what he's done to her. You wouldn't recognize her anymore. Jean's not the woman she's been before…" He shrugged and she looked away. Remaining silent for a while both looked into opposite directions, until Ororo turned her head again. "Do you want to see your boy?" she asked.

"No," Logan grunted and still refused to look at her.

"Logan, he's your son," she said in disbelief and stared at him with widened eyes.

"Why's he here and not with his mother?" he asked her in return.

"Jean suffered from strong depressions after Julian was born," she explained and noticed that he was watching her from aside.

"So she just left him behind?!"

"It was the best way," she said and shook her head. "Jean wanted to get over her depressions and find back to her old self. But somehow she ended up with that bastard and since then she's completely changed.

Logan had stared at the ceiling again; his head resting on his arms. "Was it really that bad?"

Ororo met his gaze and nodded. "I'm really afraid that he will kill her one day…," she said in barely more than a whisper and bit her lower lip. She heard him uttering a sigh before he sat up.

"Where does she live?" Logan asked.

About an hour later he had reached the apartment complex and stared at it disgustedly. He had expected a lot after what Ororo had told him but not this. He was used to a lot, but even he wouldn't be able to live here. He crossed the street and entered the building. With the piece of paper that Ororo had given him, he looked for the correct number and stopped in front of the door. He really couldn't believe that the woman he knew actually lived here. After Logan had put the paper into his back pocket again, he knocked and waited. Even without his senses he would have been able to hear her crying. "Jean?" he asked aloud and knocked again. "Open up!" First, he couldn't hear a thing, but finally the door was slowly opened. Both mutants stared at each other in shock, but because of completely different reasons. While Jean was shocked to see him again, he couldn't believe what he saw. "Let me in…," Logan finally managed to say and she moved aside to make room for him.

Jean watched how he took a look around and shook his head. "What…what are you doing here?" she asked him barely audible and he turned to look at her.

"What are you doin?!" Logan asked back and put both hands to his hips. Looking at her more closely he made a step forward and reached out to brush her hair out of her face, but Jean startled and backed off. "Pack your things and we'll leave."

"No," she replied and shook her head.

Having heard it he cocked an eyebrow at her in disbelief. "You're comin' with me now, Jean," he said in a more demanding voice, but she shook her head. "When have ya looked into the mirror the last time, eh?" he asked her and crossed his arms. "Don't be stupid and come with me."

"Go," Jean said and wrapped her arms around herself.

"Are ya crazy?" he asked her. "Do ya want this bastard to kill ya or somethin'? Think about your kid, damn it!" He noticed the shocked look she gave him but chose to ignore it. "Come with me…," he begged her and held her gaze when Jean looked up. "Jean, do ya even know what ya look like? Ya deserve someone better than that…"

"Like you?" she asked rather chilly and went over to the door to open it. "Leave," the redhead demanded again.

Only shaking his head, Logan walked over to her and gave her a last angry look. "Fine, then let him kill ya," he said and shut the door behind him. On his way down the dirty corridor he saw a tall and dark haired man walking towards him. Both exchanged a glare and went their ways. While Logan went down the dirty stairs, he opened the door to his apartment and locked it behind him.

"Who was this?" he asked Jean and threw his jacket aside.

"Who?" she asked but he had already hit her hard.

"Do ya think I'm stupid?!" he roared and grabbed her roughly, whereas she noticed that he was completely drunk. "So ya think ya can sleep around behind my back, eh?"

"I didn't!" she cried and held onto his arms to stop him from hitting her again, but he threw her to the ground. In despair and fear, Jean tried to protect herself against him when his hands grabbed her once more and he forced her to look at him. "Yer my girl and ya can be lucky that someone as ugly and worthless as ya has a guy at all!" he barked and ignored that she was crying aloud. "Yer a slut! Is that yer way of makin' money?!"

"Stop, please!" Jean begged. "I'm sorry!" she added but he pinned her forcefully to the ground and began to choke her. Feeling how her panic and fear became even stronger, the redhead began to fight against him. "Is that the way a whore like ya thanks me fer lettin' ya live here?!" he barked and let go of her throat, which made her cough heavily, just to grab her shirt and pull her up next. "Did ya already fuck with every man in this building?!"

"No!" she cried and shook her head. "I didn't sleep with him, I swear!" Glaring at her, he pushed her to the ground again. "Bastard," Jean hissed in a hushed voice, but her boyfriend had heard it and grabbed her quickly.

"So ya think yer the boss, hm?" he yelled and caught both hands she'd just wanted to use to fight back. Pinning both over her head to the ground, he held her steady. "I'm gonna teach ya a lesson, bitch!" he hissed and began to open his belt with his free hand. Seeing it, Jean began to panic and fought back; hitting him accidentally with her legs. Even angrier than before, he took a swing and hit her face hard; ignoring that blood ran from her lip and nose.

She began to sob even louder and arched her back in an attempt to get him off her. "Please stop," Jean tried again and gave him a pleading look. "I know it's been my fault… I'm sorry…"

"I don't give a shit!" he roared. "Shut the fuck up, bitch! Yer my girl and ya do as I say and I want ya to shut up!" he added even louder and began to tug at her clothing.

Back at the mansion Logan ran into Ororo, who'd been waiting for him. "Where's Jean?" she asked him surprised and got off of his bed.

"She's thrown me out," he replied and threw his leather jacket into a corner. He noticed how she stared at him in disbelief. "We've to think about another way to get her outta there," he suggested and sat down on his bed, which she did, too.

"Why didn't you just grab her?" she asked.

"Coz she was afraid of me," Logan grunted and ran a hand through his face. "And she was mad at me," he added. "I'll drive back later and wait for her to be alone again. I'll get her then, but I want ya to come with me." He waited for Ororo to nod before he gave her a nod in return. He only hoped that his plan would work…

Preview: Ororo and Logan try to help Jean but witness something horrible.