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I write Julian after the two year old daughter of a friend of mine. I have to babysit her sometimes and the girl is just too cute. So, the way Julian behaves is actually the way the girl behaves here. And NO is her favorite word. She says it to everything. LOL

Repairing what's lost

"Hey," Ororo said after she'd opened the door and was surprised to see Jean standing in front of it.

"Is it too late?" the redhead asked insecurely.

"No, no," her friend waved off and made room for her. "Come in." Waiting for her to do so, Ororo closed the door behind Jean again and looked at her more closely. "Did you cry?" Beckoning her to sit down next to her on the bed, she waited for a reply.

"I talked to Logan…," Jean admitted in hardly more than a whisper and saw that Ororo nodded. "I… I don't know if I can believe him, you know?"

"Why? What did he say?"

"He said…," the redhead began and kneaded her hands nervously. "Well, he tried to convince me by saying that he didn't just leave. He said he's left me a message that he had to go and wanted me to come with him… But there was no message from him… I…I don't know if I can trust him in this…" She looked at her friend in despair.

"I can't follow you, Jean," Ororo replied. "What exactly did Logan tell you?" Shifting her position on the bed a bit, she listened to what Jean told her until the woman was done. "So,…if he said the truth… Where is the letter?" she asked.

"That's the point. When I'd come back into my room that night," Jean said. "There was no letter…"

"Hm…," the weather goddess made and crossed her arms to think hard. "What if Scott had found the letter first?"

The redhead shook her head. "He was asleep when I came in and he'd been asleep before I'd left… I think Logan only wants to make me believe it…"

Looking at her for a moment, Ororo shook her head. "No, I don't think so…"

"Why?"

"If he was interested in sex only, Jean, he wouldn't have cared for you that much," she said. "He knows that even if the two of you were a couple again, you wouldn't sleep with him so soon because of what happened to you. I doubt that this is what he wants. He's always cared for you and never lied to you before." She thought about everything again and shook her head. "Think about it. What would you've done if you'd found the letter?"

Jean sighed and shook her head. "I don't know…"

"Would you've gone with Logan?" Ororo asked once more and watched her friend attentively. "Jean, you've been devastated when he'd been gone on the next morning. It had taken me almost a week to find out what was wrong with you. And come on,… Scott and you haven't been that happy back then for quiet a while."
"I know…," Jean whispered and ran a hand through her hair.

"I mean… I'm still quiet pissed at him for just leaving," her friend admitted. "But I was more than happy to see that he came back to the right time. I knew that if someone could help you then it was him…" She reached out to take her friend's hand. "The two of you have always been so close. I doubt he would be that reckless and lie to you." Suddenly smiling, she jumped up. "Look at that," Ororo said and began to rummage in her drawer before she grabbed something and came back. "He's a bad liar anyway."

""When did you make that?" Jean asked and looked at the picture.

"About three hours ago," her friend smiled. "Julian has managed to keep his daddy pretty busy, don't you think?" Noticing the weak smile on the redhead's lips and watching how she stroked over the picture lightly, Ororo touched her shoulder. "You want to believe him, don't you?" she asked and made Jean look up with it. Seeing her nod, she gave her one back. "Well, the let's find out…"

"Could you open the door, please?" Waiting for a reaction the woman finally groaned and got up herself to walk over to the white front door. "You…what a great surprise…"

"Emma," Ororo nodded, showing how much she didn't like her either. "I rather call that a surprise," she added and nodded at the woman's belly. "Scott didn't tell us…"

"So?" Emma asked. "What do you want?"

"I need to talk to Scott."

"Do you?" she purred and turned to walk back into the living room. "Hon?" she called aloud and crossed her arms, while she watched in disgust how Ororo closed the door behind her. "God…," she cursed and walked over to the stairs. "Scott?!"

"What?" he asked annoyed and finally descended the stairs. "What's all that yelling?" Looking at her, he only saw how she nodded at the door behind her and walked away. Not knowing what to make out of it, he rolled his eyes behind his glasses and buried his hands in his pockets, before he walked over to the living room. "What are you doing here?" he asked in surprise.

Ororo, with her arms crossed and who had looked at the picture on a desk, turned around. "She's pregnant?" she asked back and saw him shrugging before he came closer. "You didn't tell us. When's she due?"

"October 15th," he replied and stopped next to her.

"That's in less than two months!" she said shocked. "Why didn't you tell us?!"

"Why should I?" Scott shrugged. "Who send you, the Professor?"

"No," Ororo replied rather sourly. "I'm here to ask you something and I need an honest answer from you."

"Shoot," he said and sat down on the sofa. He watched how she walked around the table and stopped right opposite of him.

"Did you find a letter from Logan saying that he wants her to come with him?" she asked without talking around the bush.

"No," Scott replied and held her gaze.

"You did, am I right?" Ororo asked and narrowed her eyes. "It's important, Scott!"

"Why?" he asked and got up to walk over to the window. "Is Logan back and refuses to take care of his child?"

Hearing the bitter undertone of his, she followed his movements. "No, Logan does take care of Julian."

"Julian, huh?" he said with a weak chuckle. "So the animal has decided to come back? After two years?"

"Scott," she groaned and sighed. "I know that you are still pissed, but I need to know what happened to that letter!"

"Pissed?" Scott asked and turned around. "I am not pissed, Storm! Would you be pissed if the woman you love sleeps with the man you hate the most and a few months later you figure out that her baby is not yours? Do you honestly think I am just pissed?!"

"Okay, I got it!" she gave back and held both hands up. "Jean made a mistake, Logan made one, too, it can't be changed anymore. But I need to know…"

"What do you want with that letter?" he asked annoyed. "If Logan doesn't want her anymore, then that's not my problem, is it?"

Feeling how her anger overwhelmed her, Ororo made few and quick steps and was suddenly standing right in front of him; her eyes glowing in fury. "You have no idea what Jean had to endure in the past months!" she hissed.

"And I don't care," Scott replied just to cross his arms next. "I told her I won't forgive her…"

"It's NOT about you, Scott! Believe it or not!" she nearly yelled. "Jean has been sexually and physically abused by her former boyfriend for months! He has done the most horrible things to her, so give her the chance to allow that at least Logan CAN take care of her!"

Staring at her for a moment to understand what she had just told him, he shook his head. "She's been what?!" he asked.

"Did…you find the letter that Logan has left for her on her pillow two years ago?" Ororo asked once more and very slowly.

"No, no, no!" Logan quickly sat and grabbed the lighter from Julian's hands. "Don't touch that!" he said warningly and put the object on top of his drawer. "Are ya not tired by now?" he asked him and heaved a deep breath.

"No!" Julian cried and ran quickly over to the other side of the room.

"No…?" his father asked in disbelief. "Kid, you've been up for what? Nearly 10 hours in a row? Ya must be tired."

"Noo!" the boy said louder and shook his head.

"Unbelievable…," Logan sighed and rubbed the back of his head, just to cock an eyebrow at his son next. This one ran back over to him and grabbed his finger; beginning to pull him into the direction of the door.

"Food," Julian said and pulled as hard as he could. "Giv'me food."

"Again?" Logan asked and allowed the boy to pull him towards the door. "Jeez… You're a glutton, kid! No doubt in that!" Reaching out he opened the door and was surprised to see that Jean had just been about to knock on it. "Hey…"

"Hi," she said rather nervously and pulled some strands behind her ear. "Can…can we talk?"

"Ehm…," he replied with a look at the still pulling boy.

"Food!" Julian cried and looked back at him.

"Can we talk in the kitchen?" Logan asked Jean almost pleadingly. "He wants food. Again!"

"Sure," she shrugged and watched how her son pulled him down the corridor as quickly as possible. Following them, she sat down on one of the stools while Logan began to heat something to eat for the boy.

"Glutton!" he grunted while pulling Julian up and placing him into the highchair. "Would ya believe that he ate a large potion of Oat Meal for breakfast, two pops, two toasts, five cookies and chicken soup in the last ten hours and is hungry again?!" Logan asked when he turned to Jean and crossed his arms to shake his head into the direction of his son. "How can he eat so much?!" he asked. "And he's runnin' around all day and ain't tired at all."

"When did he get up?" Jean asked and watched how he opened the microwave and put the small pot and a spoon in front of Julian, who gave him a happy smile.

"Believe it or not…," Logan grunted and handed her a soda after filling a sippy cup with juice and getting a soda for himself, too. He leant back against the fridge again. "6:30!"

"6:30?!"

"Yep…6:30," he nodded and gulped the soda down. "And since then, he's runnin' around like a maniac…."

Nodding, she gave the boy, who enjoyed his meal and made a mess not only out of his highchair, a look. "You don't have to stand there…," Jean said with a look at Logan. She saw him shrugging and waited for him to sit down next to her.

"So… Ya wanna talk?" Logan asked without looking at her and saw from the corner of her eye that she nodded. "Shoot!"

"Scott has found the letter," she told him in a calm voice and lowered her gaze when he froze in his movements to cock an eyebrow at her. "He was awake when you entered our room…"

"How come ya know all of a sudden?!"

"Ororo visited him after lunch," Jean said and looked up. "Emma's 7 months pregnant." Realizing that his only reaction was to move both eyebrows briefly, she bit her lip. "I'm sorry for not believing you…," she went on and pulled absently on her shirt. "It's just… I even have a hard time trusting Hank or the Professor…"

"I know," Logan replied in understanding. "I just want ya t'know that I didn't just walk out on ya…"

"Mo Juz!" Julian cried and held up his empty sippy cup.

"Unbelievable…" Rolling his eyes, Logan got up and took it from him to refill it again. "So… Cyke's gonna be a daddy, huh?"

"Yeah…," Jean nodded and sounded rather depressed about it. "I mean… I'm happy for him. He always wanted to have children…"

"But?" Logan asked and returned to his stool again with Julian on his lap.

"I don't understand why he didn't tell us," she said and he nodded. "I mean he's mad with me. Not with the others…"

"Well, what do ya want me t'say?" he shrugged. "Satisfied your needs?" he asked, addressing Julian, who put the empty sippy cup onto the table. Suddenly looking up, Logan gave his son a nod. "Go over to mommy."

"What?!" Jean asked and stared at him with widened eyes. "Logan…," she tried to protest as the boy was already placed onto her lap. "But…"

"He's our baby," was all he said and got up to put the dirty dishes away. Turning, he chuckled. "He won't bite ya if ya hug him."

Unsure of what to do, the redhead looked from him to the boy, who stared at her with his big, hazel eyes. When she looked up again, she realized that Logan was gone and felt how her heart skipped another beat. She just looked at Julian, who suddenly yawned and leant forward to rest against her. "You tired?" Jean asked calmly but not without feeling nervous and reached out with a shaky hand to stroke through her son's messy hair. Feeling the softness and how the boy snuggled closer to her, she couldn't stop herself from beginning to sob. She pulled the boy closer and cried into his hair; thinking about the last time she touched him was 2 weeks after he'd been born. "I'm so sorry, baby," Jean sobbed and rested her head on his. "God, I'm so sorry…"

Standing around the corner next to the door and watching her, Logan smirked and waited a few more minutes for the redhead to calm down again. "Wanna put him to bed?" he asked in a soft voice as not to startle her and walked over to her. Reaching out with a smile on his lips, he wiped her tears gently away.

"I thought you were gone," she sniffed and got carefully up with the sleeping boy on her arm.

"Nope," Logan replied and threw the two empty soda bottles away before he led her back upstairs to his room. He opened the door carefully and let out a relief sigh when he saw that the puppy was asleep in front of the bed. "Don't wake him," he warned the redhead and nodded at the dog. "Or the whole mansion'll be awake all night…" He held the door open for Jean, who walked over to the smaller bed and laid her son down. After getting rid of his shoes, she tucked him in and stroked over his head. "I'm so done," Logan yawned and sat down on the bed. "And it's not even 6:30…," he added in disbelief.

"You're not hungry?" Jean asked and sat down on the bed next to him.

"I'm tired…," he grunted and ran both hands through his face.

"Still you need to eat," she replied in barely more than a whisper and made him chuckle. "What?" she asked and furrowed her brows when he sat back up.

"Right," Logan nodded and got up. "Then let's go and eat."

"What about…"

"He'll be sleepin'. Trust me," he smirked and took her hand to lead her out of the room.

After they'd been greeted with a smile from Ororo and had dinner with the others, they both walked back upstairs and stopped in front of his room door again, since hers was on the end of the corridor. "So…," Logan began and picked up on her nervousness. "We're fine then? I mean… Ya know that I didn't just…left, right?"

"Yeah," Jean nodded and gave him a brief look before she bit her lip.

"Would ya stay with me?" he asked and noticed how her head shot up. She clearly looked terrified. "I don't mean that!" he instantly said and raised both hands. "I just…" He shrugged and scratched the back of his head. "Well, I miss sleepin' next t'ya," he admitted and hoped that he hadn't just blushed a bit. She still made him feel like a teenager…

Looking away when she felt that she was blushing, Jean wrapped her arms around herself and tried several times to reply to that. But she didn't know what… "I…I don't know…"

"That's okay," Logan said and gave her a weak smile. "Well… I go t'bed. Night." Turning around, he disappeared behind his door and sighed. He'd really hoped that after they had finally talked and she's acted rather normally around him again… Shrugging the thought of as being stupid, he got rid of his shirt, shoes and pants and let himself fall onto the bed in exhaustion. He only wanted to sleep for at least 12 hours and hoped that the dog and his son would do him that favor. He pulled the sheets up a bit and rolled onto his belly to cuddle up to his pillow. Her light scent was still on his covers and made him smile. Logan was already half in oblivion when he raised his head, thinking that he had clearly heard something. Only shaking his head and blaming his tiredness for it, he closed his eyes again when the bed moved slightly and the sheets were lifted up a bit. Rolling onto his side with a happy smile, Logan opened his arms and pulled Jean closer. "Night," he mumbled into her hair and knew that he would definitely sleep well that night.

To chapters on one day, but of course I won't post them together. ;) I won't be able to type on the weekend, so….you guys have to be patient. Or better had to be. LOL Please review and I hope you guys will be a bit more happier with Jean now. See ya!