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Repairing what's lost

When the first sunbeams fell into the room and touched her face Jean heaved a deep breath and blinked against the light. After running a hand through her face and hair she gave the watch a brief look and sighed. Even if she had slept through and actually felt relaxed, she still wanted to stay in bed for at least a few more hours. Next to her she could hear that Logan was breathing evenly and figured that he was still in a deep slumber. She turned around in his light grip and met two hazel eyes that stared at her curiously. Frowning, Jean sat up a bit. "Let daddy sleep, baby," she mumbled sleepily and pushed her hair back.

"Food," Julian cried and moved on Logan's hip.

Hearing a protesting grunt and watching how the man next to her began to move, the redhead waited a moment before she pulled the boy up and put him back to the ground. "Wait a minute," she told him in a hushed voice and got up to look for something that she could pull over her nightgown.

"Nooo," Julian cried and began to pull a face since he felt misunderstood. "Food!"

"In a minute!" Jean replied and prayed that he wouldn't start crying. As fast as Logan had fallen asleep on the evening before, she could tell that he had been more than done and tired. Finally beginning to rummage in his drawer, she pulled out one of his shirt and pants to pull them over. "Come on, I'll give you food," she said after getting dressed and walked over to the door where she held out a hand to Julian.

"No!" the boy said and went back over to his father.

Not knowing what was wrong all of a sudden, Jean only sighed and went over to pull him up, but Julian began to protest aloud. "Hush!" she made quickly and heard Logan grunting in his sleep again. As fast as she could, she walked back over to the door with the crying boy on her arm and left the room to make her way down to the kitchen.

"Jeez, what's wrong with him?" Hank asked and looked up from his newspaper when she entered the kitchen.

"Don't ask me," Jean replied and placed Julian into his highchair before she began to make something to eat for him.

"Hey, what's wrong, sweety?" Ororo cooed after entering the room and stroked over the boy's messy dark hair. "Not a happy camper today, huh?"

"He'll wake up Logan," the redhead complained and gave the door a worried look. She grabbed the sippy cup and small bowl and placed both in front of her son, who began to scream even louder. "You wanted food…," she sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

"No food!" Julian cried and reached out to Ororo.

"I think he has to get used to you first," Hank said with a look at Jean. "Don't worry, he will."

"Well, he wasn't that way with Logan," Ororo mumbled and pulled the sobbing boy up. "Maybe he's hurt or in pain?"

"No!" Julian cried and turned his head away from the redhead that looked at him like a picture of misery.

"Wanna go to mommy?" the weather goddess asked him but he shook his head.

"No mommy," he sobbed into her neck and grabbed her shirt with a tight grip. "Daddy!"

"Daddy's still sleeping," Jean tried to explain. "You'll wake him up…" Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she sat down on the other side of the counter where Hank was reading his newspaper again.

"Here, eat your food," Ororo told Julian after putting him back into the highchair. "And we have to be silent, okay? Daddy's sleeping."

"Sleepin'," he replied and made her nod.

When she turned back and saw the look on Jean's face, she gave her a small smile. "He'll get used to you," she said and received a weak nod. "Have you slept in Logan's room? I knocked at your door around 8:30 yesterday."

"Yes, I did," Jean mumbled and began to eat her breakfast.

Nodding, Ororo sat down next to her when Hank apologized himself and left the room. "So…," she began and took one of the toasts from the pile in front of her, before she gave Julian, who finally ate, a look. "…the two of you are an item now?"

"No…"

"No?" she asked in surprise and noticed that the redhead had her eyes fixed on the cup in her hand. "Why did you sleep in his room then? I thought he had really wanted you to come with him…"

"And he did," Jean sighed and turned her head away. "He's asked me to stay with him…"

Nodding again, Ororo just looked at her for a while. "What now? I mean…" She shrugged and met her friend's gaze when she looked at her. "Well…"

"I don't know," the redhead said after guessing what the woman was about to say.

"Well…if you ask me…," the weather goddess cooed and got up to pour herself a new cup of coffee. "…he does you good. I mean you trust him, otherwise you wouldn't voluntarily sleep next to him. And Hank and I agreed on one thing when Logan had dragged you to the outside while we sat at the pool. It looked cute."

"What?" Jean asked and furrowed her brows.

"The three of you," Ororo replied with a nod at Julian, who know sucked on his sippy cup and watched them. "Almost like a family… Well, I've got to get ready for my classes." Flashing her a smile she left the room and left Jean with her son alone. "Mo juz!" Julian demanded and held up his sippy cup.

"Hold on," Jean sighed and got up to refill the cup. After she'd done it, she sat down next to him and watched the boy. Before, she hadn't paid too much attention to the look of her son and began to scan him from aside. Even if no one had told Logan about the boy being his son, she knew the man would have to be completely dumb to not realize it. The hair and the eyes were too much like his father's and she couldn't help but stroke through the messy hair with a weak smile. "You done?" she asked since the cup was empty and received a nod. Getting off of her stool again, she pulled the boy out of his highchair and down to the ground. As soon as he stood, Julian ran away. "Stay here!" Jean said and went after him just to stop at the next corner.

"Good morning, Jean," the Professor smiled at her while the boy sat laughing on his lap and played with his tie. "How are you doing?"

"Good," she replied barely audible and wrapped her arms around herself. Up to now she had done her best to avoid him. She knew that he wanted to talk to her about her powers.

"That's good to hear," he smiled and watched her attentively. "How are your powers lately? Have they gotten any better or do you still have problems with them?" Realizing that all he would get from her was a shrug, he wheeled closer. "I'd really like to talk to you about it. You know what fear can do to the mind, Jean. And Logan just told me yesterday that he can still smell a strong fear on you," Charles went on and made Jean bite her lower lip while she kept her eyes fixed on the ground. "We need to work on that. You need to learn how to access your powers again, even if you feel like being unable to do so. If you want I can ask Logan to join the meeting." Feeling that she became more and more stressed he wheeled past her. "Think about it."

"Yeah," Jean nodded and watched him leaving.

He could truly say he was in heaven. Holding onto the pillow next to him for dear life without even realizing that it was one, Logan's senses still picked up on Jean's scent that lingered on his bed and he sighed satisfied. Snuggling even more up to it, he heaved a deep breath and somehow his mind told him that something wasn't quiet right. Somehow someone called him in his pleasant dream and he began to frown.

"Logan," Jean tried once more and shook him harder. "Come on, wake up!"

"Why…?" he grunted drowsily into the pillow and curled up before burying his face into it.

"You have to get up!" the redhead said and gave him another push.

Growling he opened his eyes a bit and looked directly at the watch next to him. "It's 7 for God's sake!" Logan grunted and turned to give her a glare. "Why do I've to get up at fuckin' 7 a.m.?!"

"Because it's 7 p.m.!" Jean corrected him and watched how he began to cock an eyebrow at her. "You're sleeping for nearly 24 hours. You need to eat and drink…"

Looking from her at the watch and back at her, he gave her a skeptical look. "7 p.m.?!" he asked rather amused. "You're kiddin', right?"

Sighing, the redhead got up. "No, I'm not!" she said and walked over to his drawer. "Come on, take a shower and come downstairs to eat something." Watching how he got slowly up and walked rather clumsily over to her, she handed him a fresh shirt, boxers and sweatpants. Feeling how his hand touched hers, she blushed and withdrew quickly; feeling how her heart began to pound strongly while he stared at her. "I… I've to go down and…," Jean stuttered and pointed at the door. Looking at him and becoming aware of his intense gaze, she swallowed hard and blushed even more when he made a step forward. "I…"

"Sorry," Logan said and broke eye contact before he made a step back. Scolding himself for nearly doing something stupid, he gave her a very brief look. "I go and shower…," he quickly said and disappeared behind the door; leaving Jean still flushed and staring at the bathroom door in his bedroom. After he'd locked the door behind him, Logan leant against it and closed his eyes. Being happy was one thing for him, but getting frustrated about something he couldn't have was pure torture. Deciding that only a very cold shower would help, he stepped into it after undressing himself…

Okay, that was the last chapter from the US. It's 2:45 a.m. here now and we leave at 12 p.m. I actually wanted to update Changes, but since we've been in DC for a couple of days and I wasn't able to type there, I couldn't make it. : ( But I have already some scenes pre-written, including half of a flashback to Changes Original. Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter. I couldn't come up with anything better because I'm getting too tired to type. I actually wanted to finish Changes this night and stay awake, but I need to sleep. So, please review and I hope everything goes well. I still hate flying. : ( Thanks to the reviewers and please review this one here, too!!! See ya!