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Repairing what's lost

While she sat in the infirmary and waited Jean stared at her hands and kneaded them nervously. She couldn't help but feel scared about her surroundings. She knew she didn't belong here and that she had to leave. "I'm sorry that it took so long," Hank suddenly said and made her startle. The redhead looked at the woman next to the furry mutant and furrowed her brows. "I think you remember Doctor Moira McTaggart, Jean? She is a friend of the Professor from Muir Island," he explained and the brunette smiled a bit, while Jean eyed her insecurely. "Charles thinks that it will be better for you if a woman takes care of you from now on. Is that okay for you?" he asked and waited for a reply, but all he got was a weak nod. "Good. She's informed about your condition and knows how to proceed. I'll leave the two of you alone then." With that he turned around and disappeared through the huge door.

"You don't need to be scared, Jean," Moira said soothingly since she'd noticed how uncomfortable the redhead obviously was. She went over to the table and picked up the chart. "Let's see…," she mumbled and came closer. "You have the cast for almost two weeks by now. Is it still okay?"

"Yeah," Jean replied barely audible and rubbed her arm unconsciously.

"What about your concussion? Do you still have strong headaches?" Moira asked her next but the woman shook her head. "Well, that's good." She put the chart away and pulled a tray closer, which Jean noticed. "Look… Hank already did a blood test, but we need another one to make sure that you're healthy, okay?" she explained carefully. "I'll pull up the sleeve on your left arm now." Moira reached carefully out and was surprised of how calm the redhead was while she drew blood. "Are you in pain? Does anything else hurt?" she asked her after pulling the sleeve down again.

"No," Jean replied and rubbed her arm again while she kept her eyes on the ground.

"Still, I'd like to examine you again. We have to make sure that your wounds heal correctly," Moira told her and pulled some monitors closer. "Would you lie down please?" she asked and sat down on the stool next to the bed.

"D…do we have to… I mean….," she heard Jean mumbling and gave her an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry," she said and shook her head. "I know how hard this must be for you, but I have to do this… I promise I'll make it quick, okay?" Only nodding, Jean lay carefully down and heaved a deep breath. "Okay, then let's see," Moira said and switched the scanner on.

"Hey, where's Jean?" Ororo asked Hank when she ran into him on her way to her classes. "I thought she was with you?"

"Charles suggested that it would be better for her if she had a female doctor," he explained and walked next to her down the corridor. "And I must say he's right. Jean is so afraid of being touched by anyone, especially me. She can't even deal with being in the same room with me."

"So…who's with her?" she asked again and furrowed her brows.

"Moira. She arrived about two hours ago."

"Oh, that's a surprise," Ororo nodded. "Well, I have to go. I hope the students will behave and not go on my nerves like Mr. Incorrigible."

Laughing, Hank cleared his throat. "What did Logan do this time, hm?"

"Better ask…," she replied and stopped at a door. "…did he manage by now to set the boy on fire or did he drown him or whatever. He's being Mr. Impossible again."

"He has to get used to being a father all of a sudden, 'Ro," Hank said. "Just give him time. Have fun teaching, I'll see you at dinner."

"Whatever," Ororo sighed and entered the classroom. She only hoped that the boy was still alive…

Upstairs Julian sat in the bathtub and played with a sponge, while Logan knelt next to it and rested his arms on the edge. He watched how the boy kept on slamming the sponge into the water and asked himself what was so funny about it. While he tried to solve the question, Julian laughed in joy and suddenly held the sponge up to him. Only cocking an eyebrow at him Logan reluctantly took it and began to clean the boy's back with it, while this one now used his hands to make a mess out of his father's bathroom floor. "I should really drown ya…," this one mumbled and put the sponge away before he took a towel. "C'mon, get up. Time for annoyin' kids to go to bed," he grunted and waited for his son to obey, but all the boy did was protesting aloud and shaking his head. "'kay," Logan shrugged and pulled him out of the water before he began to towel him dry. Of course this made Julian cry and Logan's ears felt like exploding again. "If there'll ever be a mutant kid with an on and of button, I'll replace you for it," he cursed and began to fight with a new diaper next. Minutes and many tears later, Julian was in bed and finally sleeping, while Logan felt exhausted like ever. A look at the watch told him that he had missed dinner thanks to that little siren and now he only felt like climbing into his bed and staying there for the rest of the year. He went over to the drawer and got fresh clothing out of it, before he went into the bathroom next, where he nearly slipped due to the wet floor, and took a long and hot shower; praying that the child would spend the next days with sleeping and not going on his nerves.

After being forced to tidy up the bathroom and cleaning the floor again, Logan returned to his bedroom and froze on the spot. From the door he watched how Jean sat on his bed, had her legs pulled close and stared at the sleeping boy, who now had his personal bed next to his father's, thanks to Ororo. Since the woman didn't seem to notice him, Logan switched off the lights to the bathroom and came a bit closer. "Hey…," he said calmly, but still she startled and stared at him with widened eyes. He came slowly closer and noticed that she was backing off. "Ya don't need t'be afraid," Logan tried to soothe her and was glad that she didn't run off, but remained on the bed until he sat down on the edge of it. "Does Storm know you're here?" he asked and she shook her head. "Ya should tell her, otherwise she'll be worried…" Jean only nodded and didn't look up. Not knowing what to say or do, Logan first kept on looking at the woman next to him before he reached out to get her attention. Seeing it, Jean nearly jumped and stared at him frightened. "Jean, I'd never hurt ya, ya know that, right?" he asked her in a calm voice and met her gaze when she looked up. He could tell that she was clearly scared of him. "Ya know that, don't ya?" he asked again and, after finally receiving a nod, held out his hand to her. "Take it…" After a moment she did it and Logan gave her a weak smile while he stroked over her palm carefully. "Does your wrist still hurt?" he asked and Jean looked down after he had nodded at her cast. She shook her head. "What about your ribs?"

"Not really," she said barely audible and began to chew on her lip.

"C'mon, you're in pain, Jean…," Logan replied since he knew better. "I can see that."

"It's only a bruise…," she mumbled and looked away.

"Can I see it?" he asked her after a moment. Hearing it, Jean stared at him with widened eyes and he noticed the panic in them. "I can help ya…"

"How?" she asked him skeptically and furrowed her brows.

"The Furball said my healing factor was in my salvia, too," he explained. "I can heal it if ya want." Logan noticed her insecure and mistrustful look and sighed. "I ain't gonna hurt ya or touch ya, Jean. I only don't want ya to be in so much pain, that's all," he assured her. He waited for a reaction from her since he could tell that she was thinking about it. "Okay?" he asked after a while. Still looking at him insecurely, Jean finally gave a weak nod. "Then lie down and pull the shirt up on the side where the bruise is," Logan said and noticed that she backed off a bit. "I promise I ain't gonna do anythin' t'ya, Jean. I'll heal your wound and that's all."

The redhead looked away insecurely and bit her lower lip hard. Her heart was beating strongly against her chest in nervousness and fear. She wanted to believe that he wouldn't hurt her, but she couldn't. Nevertheless, she was also too well aware of the strong pain her still broken ribs radiated. Finally, she lay down and pulled the shirt up a bit, while she heaved very deep breaths to control her emotions.

Looking at the large bruise that nearly covered her whole left side, he felt the strong urge to gut the man that was responsible for it coming up again. "Ya can't tell me that this doesn't hurt," Logan told her and gave her a brief look. "It looks pretty bad…" He stroked carefully over it and felt her muscles tense under his touch, while she breathed hard. "Ya don't need to be afraid, Jean," he tried to soothe her and changed his position to have a better access on her. "I'll start now, okay?" While he bent down to take care of her wound, Jean grabbed the sheets hard in a strong fit of panic. Trying to control it somehow, she couldn't stop herself from beginning to quake with fear and soon even began to cry silently. When Logan was done and had sit back down on the edge of the bed, he looked at her sympathetically and pulled her shirt down again. "Try t'sit up," he said in a gentle voice and watched her doing so. "Better?" he asked and Jean nodded weakly before she ran a hand through her wet face. "Do ya want me t'bring ya back to Storm?" Logan asked next but she shook her head and pulled her legs close again. "Why not?"

"She gave me pills…," the redhead mumbled and wrapped her arms around her legs to protect herself.

"Yeah, so that ya can sleep," Logan told her and tried to read her body language, which told him that she was more than done for today. Not knowing what to do with her, he gave the sleeping Julian a brief look. "Do ya wanna sleep here then?" he asked and noticed the look she gave him. "Ya can have the bed, I'll sleep on the ground," he offered, but she looked still unsure of it. "C'mon, ya look tired like hell. Ya really need t'rest." Logan grabbed a pillow and a blanket and laid both things on the ground, before he got up to rummage in his drawer. He pulled a shirt and one of his sweatpants out of it. "Here, pull that on. I go and let Storm know that you're here, okay?"

"Yeah," Jean nodded and watched how he laid the clothing onto the bed and left the room afterwards. Taking her time to get changed in the bathroom, she avoided looking into the mirror. Too many things were going on in her head that it was hard for her to form an idea. When she returned to the bedroom, she saw that he had just changed the sheets for her and was about to lie down on the ground. She kept a distance to him while she returned to the bed and pulled her legs close after trying to get comfortable.

"Do ya need anythin'?" Logan asked and tucked her in, but she shook her head and pulled her legs even closer. "'kay. Then try t'sleep and wake me if ya ain't feelin' well, okay?" he added and tried to make himself comfortable on the hard ground after switching off the lights. "Night."

At night Logan was awoken by unfamiliar noises. First thinking it was Julian, he switched on the lights just to see that it was in fact Jean, who had a nightmare and was begging and fighting in her sleep. He got quickly up and sat down on the bed. Beginning to shake her, he said her names several times and hoped she would wake up. "Jean!" he said once more and shook her harder when she opened her eyes with a shriek. Thinking that he was her enemy she began to fight against him physically.

"No, let me go!" she said while crying aloud and Logan had trouble to get her arms under control.

Finally he managed to pull her against his chest and held her close. "It's okay," he said soothingly, while she still tried to free herself. "You're safe, Jeannie. It's okay…" As he began to rock her slowly back and forth, she began to sob into his chest in despair. "You're safe…," he whispered again and went on until she had finally calmed down. He soon noticed that she had fallen asleep again. Not knowing what else to do, Logan leant back against the head of the bed and kept on stroking over her back sleepily, until he, too, fell asleep again.