Chapter Four

"If I ever get the chance to chop his damned head off, no doubt I will," Logan growled. Jean had just finished telling Logan about her night, tough she left out the last part of the evening.

"He didn't do anything to me," Jean pointed out, sipping her coffee. Logan growled.

"That's not the point. The point is, they can access you easily. Your bedroom window Jeannie! Well, not anymore." He stuck his hand out. "Nice to meet ya, I'm Logan, you're new roommate."

Jean stared at him over her coffee sup. "You're kidding, right?"

"Don't you wish," Logan shrugged, biting into the bagel Jean had prepared for him. Jean could swear that cocky idiot was smug, happy even.

"Why would anyone send Deadpool after me?" Jean wondered aloud, resting her shin in her hand. "I'm just your run of the mill telekinetic telepath. My powers aren't even that strong."

"If I had to guess, it would probably be something a bit bigger than that, Jeannie," Logan said, opening the paper.

"Maybe they want to test and see if that's really your natural hair color, Jean," Bobby joked, coming into the kitchen and getting some cereal. "That's worth sneaking in to your room and grabbin' ya, right?"

Jean twisted her fingers slightly, and Bobby's cereal box fell out of his hands, spilling Lucky Charms all over the floor. "Better pick those up," Jean said dryly.

"Ah man! You're always after me Lucky Charms."

Logan snorted, and Emma walked into the room, her stiletto's clacking against the marble floor. Today she actually wore pants, but they were skin tight white leather, and she wore a white jacket laced with what was most likely some poor endangered animal.

"Morning, Ms. Frost!" Bobby said, excitedly. "Can I get you anything? Coffee, cereal?"

"Some Earle Grey Tea would be lovely," Emma said with a charming smile.

Bobby nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, sure!"

Jean was pretty sure Bobby had no clue what grey tea was, nonetheless how to make it. She rolled her eyes and snatched the paper from Logan, who rolled his eyes. "Wasn't reading it anyways."

Jean grinned, setting it down.

"Ready for our first night as roommates, roomie?"

"Logan."

"Yeah?"

"Your hand is on my thigh again."

"Oh, sorry."

"Logan?"

"Yeah-huh?"

"Now your hands on my ass again."

"So it is, Jeannie. So it is."

Jean rolled her eyes and rolled over. "Honestly!" She said. "What is your problem this evening?"

"I'm in bed with a beautiful woman!" He exclaimed.

"A beautiful married woman," Jeannie corrected.

"A beautiful married woman who doesn't want to kiss me?"

"Logan . . . "

"Come on, Jeannie. One kiss?"

Jean giggled and kissed his cheek in the dark.

"You can do better than that."

A small peck on the lips.

"Guess you're not a good kisser no more, huh?"

A full out kiss. Jean rolled over on top of him, kissing him harder. Logan gripped her to him, playing with her hair.

Jean pulled away. "Now lets go to sleep," she panted.

"Better idea," Logan said, pulling her back. "Lets not."

At lunch the next day, there was a beeping, and Jean and Bobby looked at a black box on a counter top in the kitchen, where they were making lunch. A moment later, Hank, Logan, Emma and Warren entered, brows furrowed.

"Parker to Xaiver, Parker to Xavier, rampaging robot on the south side of Manhattan. Back up requested, repeat, back up requested."

Jean stood and pushed a button on the box. "Grey to Parker, who's the bust?"

"Looks like Mad Thinker, can't be sure. Don't exactly have the best view. Requesting immediate back up."

"Request granted, give us twenty minutes," Jean confirmed. She turned back to the others. "Warren, Bobby, and Hank, suit up. Hank and Logan, take the van. Warren, get to Peter by air first hand. Bobby, you come with me."

"What about me?" Emma demanded, folding her arms across her chest.

Jean rolled her eyes. "You go with Hank and Logan then. Lets go, guys!"

Bobby and Jean jumped into Scott's BMW and took off down the road. "We'll park a few blocks away," Jean told Bobby. "And that way we can get a side view. Angel can get a bird's eye view, and Emma, Wolverine, and Beast can meet up with Spider-Man."

Bobby gave a nod and Jean pulled to a stop. People were running and screaming, and Bobby and Jean took off running through the streets. Bobby iced up, creating winding paths around buildings and creating ice bridges into the air. The robot was big, bigger than a sentinel even, and they couldn't see who was behind it. Jean jumped down in front of the others just in time to see Spider-Man thrown backwards and sliding to a stop at Jean's feet. She put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow and looked down. "Hi, Peter," she said dryly. "Expecting the Fantastic Four?"

"No," he said, not moving. "I was hoping for the rest of the Avengers."

Jean rolled her eyes and offered him her hand. He took it, and he shook his head clear. "Thanks." He looked back at Logan and Emma. "Who're they?"

"Wolverine and the White Queen," Jean said. "Super-man and a diamond telepath."

"Diamond, eh?" Spider-man looked at Emma. "What're you doing this Friday?"

"Oh, please," she said with an eye roll. She shifted into diamond. "Let the grown up's handle this one," she said with a sarcastic wink at Jean, who ground her teeth. Logan cracked his knuckles.

"Lets get this show on the road."

Spider-Man gave a nod. "Wolverine and I will attack upper body. Beast and Angel take torso. White Queen and Marvel Girl take the feet, and have Iceman ready for some major ass-whooping."

They all nodded. Wolverine and Spider-Man took jumps for the top. Jean motioned to Hank and Warren, gesturing for the torso. Jean and Emma looked at each other and nodded. "Lets make some scrap metal."

They went for the feet. Emma tore through the robot with her diamond hard surface, and Jean telekinetically was taking the robot apart. They saw the head roll off, sparks flying, and the whole things tipped over. Bobby jumped up and iced the whole thing over. "Mission complete!" He whopped.

"Marvelous Iceman-ship!" Emma exclaimed, kissing Bobby's cheek. Bobby stumbled back a few feet, placing his hand on his cheek.

"Wait!" Spider-man said. "I – There's another one! Harlem!" He turned. "Smaller. I'll only need half of you. Angel, Beast, Bobby?" They gave a nod.

"We'll meet you back at the mansion," Jean waved as she, Logan, and Emma crammed into the BMW. "How was your first mission as X-Men?" Jean asked.

"I could get used to the beating stuff up," Logan said with a wink.

Emma frowned at her nails. "I think I chipped a nail."

Jean snorted, and they drove in silence to the X-Mansions. As Jean and Emma started walking for the house, Logan grabbed their arms. "Somethings not right," he said. There was a scream from inside.

"Oh God," Jean whispered. "Storm!" She ran for the house, Emma close at her heels. She threw open the door. "Storm!" She screamed, looking around frantically.

"Jean."

Jean turned and gasped. Ororo lay on the floor, blood pooling around her. "Storm?" She whispered, leaning down next to her.

Ororo lifted her hand. "Get . . . out . . ." Jean gasped, turning, but something hit her head.