Author's note: Sorry that it took me a while to update this one. I've been busy with babysitting the 2 year old granchild of my friend here (God, can this child keep someone busy...) and had a writer's block. I just came up with this chapter. Thanks to Descena for her suggestions!!!

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Reparing what's lost

A few days had passed and Logan awoke one morning just to find something sitting on his lap and staring at him. "Jeez, kid!" he cursed and glared at Julian, who had obviously chosen that his father's hip was the best place to spend the morning on. While the man still tried to find out how the child had made it from the small bed next to his larger one to his own, it knocked on the door. "Perfect...," Logan grunted and shoved the child off of him. His mood got even worse when Ororo chose to just enter without asking for his agreement first. 'Can ya just wait?!" he snapped and pulled the sheets over his nude form.

"Do you even know how late it is?" she asked incredulously and went over to the window to pull the curtains aside. "It's almost 3 p.m. and Julian hasn't had anything to eat up to now. What kind of father are you, Logan?!"

"A tired one," he grunted and rolled his eyes. "If you're so smart and knew about it, then why didn't ya come to get him, eh?"

With a loud groan the woman stopped next to the bed and gave him a look that spoke volumes. "Because..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he waved off in annoyance. "Coz he's my kid and my responsibility and it was my own stupidity that I'm stuck with that thing. Got it!" Still tired he rolled onto his belly and buried his face in the pillow.

"Would you get up?!" Ororo asked louder and pulled on the sheets. Surprised that his father quickly grabbed them, Julian crawled to the end of the bed and decided this place was way better to watch the two adults. "Get up, Logan!" she said more demandingly and pulled harder.

"Ya don't wanna do that," Logan warned and held the sheets as close as possible.

Not knowing what he meant, Ororo gave him a confused look. "Why?" she asked. "Because the Big Bad Wolverine comes to eat me then? As long as you get up..." She stopped when he pointed to something on the ground and lowered her eyes just to blush. "Oh...," she made when she noticed that his clothes, and this meant all of them, laid on the floor next to the bed. "Anyway...," she went on and tilted her head a bit but he growled and quickly pulled the sheets closer. "Your son needs food! See you later!" Ororo walked over to the door and stopped again. "Did you know by the way that I can also summon rain within the mansion?"

"So?!" Logan asked while sitting up and cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Just a thought...," she smiled evilly and turned. Her eyes flashed white for less than a second and Logan yelped, just to jump out of bed and rub his butt next.

"Bitch!" he called after her and glared daggers at the closed door. He gave the small black hole in his sheets a growl and wished he could throw the tiny lightning bolt back at her. He would make sure that she was electrocuted. "What are ya lookin' at?!" he snapped at the boy on the bed and threw the sheets aside to walk over to the shower. Now his morning had been ruined and nothing could repair it again. He was grumpy, angry and not in any mood to care for the small boy, who quickly got up and stumbled over to the door that was shut into his face. Leaning into it, Julian used his hands to slam them against the wood. Since he didn't get any reaction to it he did what he was best in and began to cry as loud as he could. While he did it he let himself fall to the ground and looked at the door through a blurred vision. Nevertheless, it took a while before the door opened again and an even more grumpy Logan came out with a towel around his hip and another one drying his hair. "Done?" he asked the boy on the ground and walked past him to get dressed. While he had one eyebrow cocked and glared at the crying boy in the ground who threw a real tantrum by now, he picked up his jeans and shirt and pulled both things on. Not caring that his hair was a mess than ever, he walked over to Julian next and just picked him up. Logan had to close his eyes nearly on the whole way to the kitchen. The siren next to his sensitive ears didn't only hurt his eyes, it annoyed him even more. "Think I might get lucky on Ebay?" he asked his son when he entered the kitchen.

"Lucky for what?" Ororo asked him knowingly and ignored that the man rolled his eyes. Of course he had to run into the whole staff at once. "You are not going to sell him on Ebay, Logan! Don't even dare!"

"I doubt someone would buy that thing," he grunted and put Julian to the ground, ignoring the fact that the boy was still crying. Before he had even the chance to pour himself some coffee, something clung to his leg and held it in a strong grip. "What?!" he asked annoyed and looked down.

"Be nice!" Ororo warned him. "He wants you to pick him up."

"But I don't," Logan snapped and moved over to the coffee machine with the boy attached to his leg.

"See?" he heard the woman saying. "That's what I meant!"

"Logan...," Hank said next and heard the man heaving a deep breath. Logan knew he was in for another lecture that he couldn't care less about. "I don't have to tell you that a child needs the love of his parent, do I?"

"Love?!" Ororo laughed and shook her head before she gave at Logan again. "He would be capable of selling him!"

"Yeah, I would!" Logan agreed. "Wanna have him?"

Before Ororo could reply she saw how his eyes switched to the door and turned around. Jean had entered and gave all of them a brief look. "Hey," the woman smiled at her. "I already thought you'd stay in bed."

"No," the redhead said and gave Julian a look before she met Logan's gaze.

This one could tell what she was thinking and put his cup aside to pull the boy up. "Satisfied?" he asked him and thought his small copy would strangle him when he wrapped his tiny arms around is neck to sniff into his chest. "You are such a cry baby..."

"He's not even 2 years old, Logan!" Ororo snapped and walked around the counter to grabn something he couldn't see. "I've something for you by the way!"

"A way to sell him?" he asked and earned another look.

"No, something useful!" she gave back and handed him something in a plastic bag.

Heaving a deep breath, Logan used his free hand to get out of the bag whatever was in it. As soon as he had seen and read the front page, he cocked an eyebrow at the woman. "How to become a good daddy - A guide to fatherhood?!" he read and gave her a look as if the woman was out of her mind. Of course Jubilee and her gang giggled while Hank hid his amused smile behind his coffee mug, Ororo crossed her arms and looked at him completely serious and Jean stared at the ground an bit her lip. "You're kiddin', right?"

"No, I'm not!' the weather goddess said and took the bag from him. "And don't even dare to throw the book away, Logan! I warn you!" she added and moved over to the door.

"Why?" he asked her sarcastically and dropped the book onto the counter. "Will my butt be hit by one of your tiny lightnin' bolts again, then?" He chuckled and shook his head. "I ain't gonna read this crap!"

"You will read it!" she gave back and looked into his face that told her he was full in his arrogant mode again. "And don't give me that look, mister! This is your baby and you will take care of it! And now move over to the fridge and make him something to eat. He must be starving by now!" Even angrier than before she turned and left the kitchen. The others could swear that the temperatures on the outside had dropped significantly.

"Jean...," Hank said to change the subject and the woman looked up while Logan had begun to rummage in the fridge. "Allyson called and asked if you want to make another appointment with her."

"No," the redhead replied and looked away again.

"She is sorry for how things have turned out the last time," Moira told her. "She would like to try it again."

"I said no!" Jean said more demandingly and turned to walk out of the kitchen.

"Can he eat this crap?" Logan asked and held up something that seemed to be undefinable for the others.

"You can't give him that!" Moira cried. "His food is on the left."

"Those tiny cupt-hings?" he asked and grabbed one just to cock an eyebrow at it. "That's enough?!"

Sighing, Hank shook his head and buried it into his hands while the girls giggled again. "God, Logan... Read this book...," he said and watched how the man opened one of the small pots. He waited a while and exactly what he had thought happened. "You have to heat it!" he said and earned a glare. "God, Logan... What have you given the boy in the past days?"

Shrugging, the man dropped the pot in the microwave and waited. "Things that I've found in the fridge... Why?"

Exchanging a look with Hank, Moira turned back to Logan. "What kind of things?"

"I don't know," the man grunted annoyed. "Stuff that had been there..."

"Stuff like Jubilee's candy?!" Hank asked knowingly and let out a groan when the man shrugged. "Do you want to poison him?!"

"Why? Would that work?!" Logan asked and looked to and fro between the two fuming doctors. Thankfully, the microwave stopped and he could get the food out of it. "Gotta go," he said quickly and made his way out of the kitchen before someone else could stop him.

While Logan was on his way to his room again Jean walked through the corridors of the first floor and heard a phone ringing somewhere. Not caring about it she heard a girl answering it and was surprised to see that Amber looked around a corner. "Ms. Grey?" she asked and made the redhead look up in surprise. "It's for you."

"For me?" Jean asked and received a nod, before the girl handed her the receiver and ran down the corridor to her friends again. Feeling how her heart began to beat strongly, the redhead asked herself if this Allyson woman would ever give up. She didn't want to talk to her and thought she had made this clear. Nervously, she raised the receiver and looked at the ground. "Yes...?" she asked carefully and suddenly began to feel cold. "Hello?"

"Hey, baby," a voice replied that was definitely not Allyson's and Jean's eyes widened in shock. "Thought I wouldn't find ya, did ya?"

While her heart had begun to race Jean was heaving deep breaths and turned around in a fit of panic. "H...how did you find me?" she asked in a shaky voice and suddenly felt being watched. The fear of him being close by had kicked in again and she only wanted to run.

Richard gave a low laugh. "I told ya, ya not gonna leave me, bitch!" he hissed in a threatening voice. "I"ll get ya, baby. And then..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Jean had thrown the receiver away and stared at it in shock. She felt once more how fear began to take over and control her. She knew that it couldn't have been that easy. He would get her, he always had. Not knowing what else she could do, she began to run...

So, I hope this chapter was okay. Please let me know!!