Still so not owning this, not even stock, please don't sue. And the Pickle thing, Jennifer actually ate a full plate of one time. Filler for next chapter.

Daughters

"I still have her pretty sedated, Dr. Reyes." Beast tells his mocha-skinned companion. "However, I do think that she wouldn't mind me letting you see this." He says as he pulls back the sheets to reveal Rachel Grey's well-toned stomach.

"Three puncture marks grouped on the lower right quadrant of the abdomen, two inches diagonal of the umbilici, indicative of a lateral oophoretomy, no evidence of salpingectomy." She replies as she examines the area. "Does she still have her uterus?"

"Yes, That has been left intact. There is also evidence of a recent failed pregnancy" Beast sighs, rubbing a piece of fur out of his eye.. "Why would someone take an ovary, but not the uterus and not the fallopian tube attached?"

"Think, Man!" Cecilia yells at him annoyed. "Have you been down here too long?"

"I suppose I have, Dr. Reyes." He smiles back at her. He has been exhausting himself over his missing teammates, but as they've started to be returned, he's been killing himself over fining out what it is they've endured. "Near as I can surmise, harvesting eggs would take too long, this way, he can grow them in an artificial environment as needed, But as to why he left her with the left one completely functional, I don't know."

"He may be evil but he's still a man." Cecilia levels with Beast.

"And?" He queries. "What does that have to do with this? Cecilia, I'm too tired to put this puzzle together, I'd swear my blood is pure coffee by now, I've not slept in three days and now I get the feeling you are insulting men."

"You know your blood is not coffee, Henry." She teases him. "But a man wants the best of both worlds."

"Ahh! And to him, that would mean her reproducing naturally, and having a supply of her genetic stock on constant hand!" Beast suddenly perked up. "Brilliant, Doctor!" He kisses her out of pure joy as he bounds out the room.

"I'm glad you've thought of it." She calls after him a little dazed. "Has anybody told Scott or Logan of her return?"

"I sent word with Rogue and Kitty three hours ago!" He yells back as he barrels down the hall.. "They've been waiting outside!"

"This whole time!" She shouts, as she's unsure whether to follow him or let them in.

"Yes!" She hears just as a faint echo as even his shadow disappears down the turn at the end of the corridor.

"Is she O.K?" A gruff voice asks as she opens the door.

"She's fine, but she's sedated to keep her from flipping out and turning our insides to mush with her abilities." Cecilia tells Logan, putting up a hand to stop him from running down the hall. "Scott, how much of what was done to your daughter do you remember?" She inquires turning to the quiet man standing next to Logan. He's had a haunted look to him for the month that he's been back, almost never saying a word, refusing to touch or be touched, just acting like a child scared of being beaten again. His hair has began growing back, he's still pitifully thin and gaunt, and there is much he hasn't told that needs to be said. "You need to start telling us what was done to you."

He just looks at her, with tears running in two small streams from under his glasses and looks away, trying to maintain his composure. He doesn't want to remember what happened, nor the things he was forced to do. He doesn't want to remember that cold, hard table where Sinister removed parts of his manhood, and he doesn't want to remember the screaming, the pleading and all that blood.

"Scott, why would he remove her ovary and your testicle?" Cecilia presses. She had to know. Is this some sick and twisted genetic game of Sinister?

"He removed a testicle?" Wolverine snorted, trying to add levity to the situation.

Scott just stares him down. "At least I didn't willingly cheat on my wife." He coldly retorts back. "I'm going to go see my daughter."

"Not so fast there, mister!" She stops him. "Who was the father of the baby she miscarried? I know you can tell me. And there is a lot of weight behind that word "willingly."

"Sinister had said he had a sample of his." He discloses, pointing to Logan. "Other than that, I don't know, so don't ask me again."

"Wait! How?" Logan pleads. "And what about Jean?"

"You had sex with Jean that day, that's how." Scott informs him. "And just forget about Jean. After Sinister gets through with her, you won't want her back." He starts to walk back towards Rachel's room. "Hello, Storm." He calls out as Orroro walks in the room.

"Morning, 'Ro. You came to see Rachel?" Logan asks her as Cecilia runs down the hall asking Scott a myriad of questions.

"Yes, and to tell you that there is a note left with your name on it. Gambit somehow got one out." She tells him in hushed secrecy.

"What? How?" He's startled.

"Remy is a man of means." Storm simply tells him. "Aren't you going to read it?"

"In a minute, this is a little much for me." He breathes deeply. "Just between you and me, without Bobby around, how is everything? How are you?"

"Nothing further from this room? I am miserable." She relays to him. "I am so ashamed of what we have done to this whole family." She starts to sob as Logan holds her. "Thank you, Logan." She calms down after awhile. "I needed to cry. Bobby doesn't understand everything I am going through right now."

"I'd hate to think what he's going through right now, but we'll get through this, we'll be all right." He hugs her as close as he can with her growing belly getting in the way. "Is there anything I can get you?"

"Now that you ask, I would not mind some pickles, whipped cream and mint ice cream." She laughs away her tears.

"Sure thing, 'Ro. The limp or the crispy kind?" He asks her.

"The crispy kind, with the green ice cream " She says in that regal voice of hers. "Read the letter and quit stalling."

"O.K, O.K." He starts to read.

"Dear Homme,

I hope this letter finds you and finds you well. I do not have the time I would like to say everything, just I am sorry. Jean is alive, barely, but she is growing heavy with child. My child. Just know that I had no choice and that this deed was done as a way to let Rachel and Scott go. It was the best that I could do to get some of us home.

The Cajun.

"I'd better get this to Beast, And Scott's got some explaining to do." Logan growls as he goes down that long hall.

"I shall go check in with Rachel." Storm calls as she walks towards the glow from Rachel's room as it spills into the hallway.

More later. With my son in traction for the next few weeks, I'm a stretched out bugger. My sons actually live with my in-laws, but as to why is a long and complicated story that has nothing to do with me. I was at work when this all happened. So, Never get married, unless it's to an orphan because in-laws are the bane of any married person. You laugh now, but you'll remember my ranting the first, and thousandth time your Mother –in-law reminds you that you aren't good enough to have married her baby, and when you take a shovel to her head.

Moral of the ranting: Marry a ho. That way, Ma-in-law hasn't got anything to say.