Hope this chapter's not too late, here you go, it might not be the best but I'll get to writing the next part of this chapter as soon as I can
It had been a whole week. It felt like a hundred years to Ororo. Being without her mate was something she never thought about, she never wanted to give it any room in her mind, even when it was happening right in front of her. Now that he was gone, it felt like everything was empty, life was no longer alive. The kids would try to keep both hers and each-others spirits up, but there were times when they couldn't bare anything either. The rest of the team tried to give them all the time that they could.
Being a leader, Scott did his best to jive with the new reality that one of their most seasoned and important members was no longer with them. There were many times when neither Ororo nor Jessica, Evan, Kendall, or any of their other kids could go with them on missions, and sometimes none of the others wanted to either, especially Kitty and Rogue.
They'd had a special connection with Logan, and his death had them both very shocked, Rogue and Kitty openly grieved both on their own and with the family, neither of them could really hold their composure very well. They did try to do their best in the training exercises that they had some time after that.
They couldn't always do as good as some of the others, not that anyone was feeling good enough to perform as well as they did before and thankfully Scott, Jean, and the Professor, didn't expect them to as they were all being affected by that as well. However, this made missions very challenging, and the underuse or overuse of powers became a slight issue at times.
Ororo didn't even bother going on those missions for a while, knowing that she still needed time, and if she took that necklace off and released her powers, it would be too much to handle, and God forbid if she was to lose control and accidentally destroy anything unintentionally. The kids did their best to put self-care first as well on this one, but as time went on the need for them with the others was becoming more apparent.
Jessica was down in the kitchen getting some ramen for herself, turning around she saw her youngest brother Ayotunde.
"Jessie." She turned to look at him, he had the look of a confused and curious child.
"Why aren't we with the others?" Jessie wasn't ready for his question, but tried to think of something to satisfy her youngest sibling.
"I don't want to… neither do the others."
"Why not?"
"Our Father's dead Ayo…" She snapped, not being able to settle herself,
"do you really want to do something with the others right now?"
At the sound of the words out of her mouth his face drooped into a frown as tell-tale signs of tears started to show. She didn't like hurting the feelings of others, especially her own family, but… there was nothing else to say, and sadly… it was true.
She watched him as he sprinted away from her and down the hall, she abandoned her ramen to watch him run down the hall, to make sure he wasn't going to go into a high security room or something. He pranced up the stairs, and ran into his parent's room. Getting in there he jumped on the bed and pulled the pillow to himself hugging it tightly.
The dream that he'd had the past night erased the reality that one of his parents was no longer alive. Remembering this, he squeezed his grip on the pillow, as he clenched his eyes shut, gritted his teeth, and cried.
If you asked her Jessica would have said that the ones that were hardest hit with this loss besides her Mother was the littlest ones, like Ayo, and Kendall, but the truth was, though she was the oldest and toughest of the kids, she took more damage than all of them. Jessie was always close to her Mother and had a good relationship with her, but if you asked her Mom she would tell you that that girl was a total Daddy's girl.
From the time that she could crawl she'd follow her Mother all around the house, even attempting the stairs, but when it came to her Dad she'd ride his foot all around even hindering the putting on of shoes at times, which is one reason he got so used to going outside barefoot.
Being that Logan would ride his motorcycle all the time when he was going somewhere alone or just him and Ororo, when Jessie was old enough sometimes he'd find her perched on his bike when she heard he was going out to do something. Most of the time when she was really small he'd smile proudly at her but then get her down and tell her that it was too dangerous for her, or that she was too little, and her Mother would kill him if he let her, she'd pout and throw a fit after this, sometimes chasing him as he rode off.
Some of the best times that she remembered were when she came home from a bad day at school. She'd try to hold in her disappointment and anger, but eventually she'd have to let it out, and occasionally be her own little cumulonimbus cloud walking around.
Ororo would talk her down and they'd have a good processing time, and laugh and cry it out, but for the less successful times when things were too upsetting to talk about Ororo talked to her husband and he had an idea. His solution was a Father daughter sparring session.
"I don't get it." Jessica said a little confused after Logan explained to her,
"You do your best to land as many hits on me as you can." She frowned,
"You want me to hit you?"
"If you can, I'm a moving target so you gotta be quick."
"Ok." She agreed, then leapt at him swinging and kicking, though she was a lot younger than him she had quite a struggle landing any successful blows on him, he was too fast and agile. It was the one time when he let her kick him right in the face when he decided to change the main topic of the session.
"You ok Dad?" she asked as he stayed down for a moment longer than she was used to, he sat up and rubbed his cheek before getting up.
"What happened at school today to get you so riled kid?" she looked down to the floor, not wanting to answer him.
"It was nothing, just someone being a jerk."
"Oh yeah? Why don't you tell me about it."
"not sure I want to, it's just some dumb kid's stupid opinion." He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment,
"Opinions can hurt a lot, they do a lot of damage if you let them." There was silence in between them for a few seconds.
"Ya sure you don't wanna talk about it?"
Jessie thought for a minute then turned back to her Father, they started sparring again, but this time she started peeling the lid of the subject that had angered her. By the time they were finished she had let the lid fly off and gone all but berserk on him, thanks to his healing factor he wasn't even bruised by her blows.
At the end of their session she'd offloaded the stress of events at school into their spar, and had gotten some tears out into his shoulder as well. They did this whenever there was something like that which came up that her Mom couldn't handle.
She was brought out of that memory by the pitter patter of footsteps nearing the room, it was Rogue, Jessie turned back to her noodles and tried to hold back the tears. She went over to the nook by the window sat and started to eat… or tried to anyway.
Her tough show didn't last long, it was only a matter of time before it fell into shambles, but it was strong while it lasted.
Looking at her from this angle it was hard to keep her emotions hidden. That girl looked just like her dad when she was trying to hide her emotions, it made it impossible to really mask anything for the people that really knew her. She didn't know where her siblings were except maybe the youngest one who'd just run into his parents room.
"Hey," Jessie looked up just in time to see the other girl.
"Is it ok if I sit with you?" Rogue asked, she didn't respond, but scooted over slightly to open space for her. The paler girl sat down and started munching her wrap.
"Ya know, I remember the time when you and Evan were tumblin' around in here with the silly string. hm-hm-hm-hm, you were covered in the stuff when Scott and your dad came in here."
She reminisced as she giggled slightly,
"Remember Scott was tryin' to be so responsible and macho that day to show Professor Xavier that he could handle things when he was away."
She got the desired result as the girl sitting to her right chuckled at the memory of her and her brother ruining their teacher's day and then their dad coming in and laughing his ass off at him trying to stop them.
A moment Rogue put her head to the girls shoulder wrapping her arm around her as she shook with sorrow and tears ran down her cheeks. No words passed between them at this time, just silent comfort, the only kind that means anything sometimes.