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Repairing what's lost

Back at the mansion Jean sat on one of the beds of the infirmary, while Logan leant against one of the walls and watched her closely. Ororo was gone to get Hank and he now waited for one of them to show up again. While doing so Logan took his time to look at the redhead more closely who sat motionless on the bed and stared at the ground. It was too easy for him to pick up on her nervousness and fear. She practically overwhelmed him with it. Since he hated uncomfortable silences he decided to say something. "Die he hit ya again?" he asked after noticing a bruise that hadn't been there when he'd seen her the last time.

"It's been my fault," she replied barely audible and began to knead her hands nervously.

Logan shook his head and sighed. "Bullshit!" he said and crossed his arms. "What are ya gonna say next, eh? That ya deserved it? That you've fallen down the stairs?!" He shook his head and snorted. "Do ya really believe the shit you're sayin'?"

"It really was my fault," Jean said once more and turned away from him. "I should have listened to Richard…"

Having enough of what she was saying, Logan went over and grabbed her roughly. Ignoring her pleas not to hurt her, he dragged her over to a mirror and nodded at it. "Look into it," he demanded and forced her to do so when she refused to do it. With his hand holding her face steady he looked into it, too. "Look at yourself and say again that it was your fault," he said in anger and noticed that she was biting her bruised lip. "No woman deserves to be beaten up like this, Jean!" He let go of her. "I still don't get why you've not come with me when ya had the chance!"

She suddenly looked up and he noticed the panic in her eyes. "I've to go back…," Logan heard her mumbling and cocked an eyebrow. "He'll be already mad at me…"

Shaking his head he made Jean look at him. "You ain't gonna go back to that bastard!" he told her in a stern voice. "You'll stay here at the mansion where you're safe." He turned his head when the door opened and Hank and Ororo entered. The first looked at Jean in shock since he, too, noticed that she looked even worse than the last time he'd seen her.

"Would the two of you please wait on the outside?" he asked Logan and Ororo, who nodded and left the room together.

On the corridor he leant back against the wall while she sighed and crossed her arms. "Did she say anything?" she asked him and met his gaze.

"Only that it's her fault and that she wants to go back," he grunted and narrowed his eyes in anger. He still couldn't believe it. And as he could tell neither could Ororo, since the woman was shaking her head. "She should sleep in your room," he suggested. "In that way ya can make sure that she doesn't run away."

She nodded. "I'll go and change the sheets then. Could you watch over him as long as I'm gone?"

Bending forward a bit Logan gave a snort. He'd been too occupied with Jean that he had not noticed the boy, who sat on the ground right behind Ororo. "Why's he not in bed?" he asked her.

"He was crying so I had to take him with me," she explained and turned around to leave.

After watching her leave Logan looked down on the boy skeptically. This one looked around while he held a plush wolf close to his chest. Not knowing what he could possibly do with the boy, Logan sat down on the ground since he also didn't intend to stand the whole time through while he waited. When he heard movement next to him Julian turned his head and gave the man a curious look with his hazel eyes, while this one cocked an eyebrow at him in return. The boy kept on looking at him and finally went over to hold his wolf out to Logan.

"What am I supposed to do with it?" this one asked him and earned a confused look from Julian. Sighing, he finally took the toy. "Satisfied?" he asked him slightly annoyed and looked at the wolf. "Does he have a name?" Logan asked the boy after a moment and received a look only again. "Never mind…," he waved of and leant his head back against the wall before he stretched out one of his legs. Having watched him, Julian stumbled over to him and grabbed his wolf just to sit down between the man's legs. "What are ya doin'?!" Logan asked him and cocked an eyebrow. Julian looked at him with big eyes and yawned loudly, just to lean against the man's leg next. "Hey!" Logan said and tried to push him away but had to realize that the boy was already asleep. He let out a growl and rolled his eyes. He wanted to be anywhere but here with that kid.

Many minutes later, Logan still glared at the sleeping boy and had his arms crossed, when the door opened and Hank came out of the infirmary. Logan noticed the stern look of the man and tried to get up but couldn't thanks to Julian. "What's wrong?" he finally asked from his position on the ground and Hank gave him a look. "Did ya find out anythin'?"

"Anything?" the blue man replied cynically with a snort. "She has so many injuries… Bruises, sprained Bones, cuts… I don't even know where to start." Logan shook his head and heaved a deep breath. He could honestly say that he wasn't surprised. "I also have to do a surgery," Hank went on after checking his chart. "She must have broken her wrist once and obviously she hadn't seen a doctor, so the bones knitted back together wrong. I have to fix that."

Logan nodded. "Anythin' else?"

He heard Hank sighing and watched how he crossed his arms and shook his head. Obviously unsure of what to say. Finally he nodded. "Her boyfriend has obviously raped her several times," he said and noticed Logan's dark glare. "Those wounds will heal but…" He shook his head. "I'm very worried about her mental condition. I'll do the surgery now and stay with her for tonight. She really shouldn't be alone in her condition."

Nodding Logan sighed and nodded at the boy. "Where does he usually sleep at?"

"He's your boy," Hank replied. "So he should actually stay in your room, Logan."

"Where?!" Logan asked once more.

"In Ro's room," the other man finally replied and watched how Logan pulled Julian up and left.

Upstairs this one knocked on Ororo's room door and waited for her to open it. She did so and blushed when she saw that it was him, since she was wearing a silky, short, light-silver nightgown only. "I…I thought it was Jean," she said and hid a bit behind the door.

"The Furball has t'do a surgery on her wrist. He's stayin' with her for the night," he told her and received a nod as an answer. "He told me the kid sleeps in your room."

"Yes, but," she began and couldn't help but think that him holding his sleeping son looked actually more than cute. "Well I pulled a second mattress onto the floor so that Jean could have my bed. I had to push Julian's bed aside." Ororo noticed his warning glare. "Logan he's your son."

"And?" this one asked.

"It's actually up to you to care for the boy," she gave back and crossed her arms. "You're the father."

"I don't know what t'do with this kid," Logan replied in a grunt. "I don't want it."

"How can you say such things about your own baby?" Ororo asked him in utter disbelief. She received a short shrug and when she noticed that he wanted to hand the boy over to her, she shook her head.

"'Ro, I'll stab him if I've a nightmare, is it that what ya want?" Logan asked and made her roll her eyes.

"You could at least try to care for him," she snapped and took Julian from him.

"No thanks," Logan replied and turned around to head for his own room.

Preview: Logan spends the night next to Jean and has to deal with someone in the end, he doesn't want to deal with.