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Post by Wither on Nov 29, 2005 16:44:44 GMT -5
Grumbling to himself about his sight being gone, he obviously was started to get better, slowly yet surely. His mind raced with how it could be…. But it was his listening skills that stopped his mind from running around willy nilly. He listened to Jean and Logan talking about something he couldn’t really catch, all he could feel was it was hurting her.
Cloudy eyes rolled as he slowly forced his aching body up. He watched as two cloudy figured adults talked and walked into the hallway. By now he was alone, save for the comafied Jamie and sleeping Cess, in this room. He couldn’t stand it, he needed to find this woman and he needed to find X… then, then he needed to find and get everything together.
Growling as he forced his aching body to swing his legs off the metal bed, he heaved a sigh and headed towards the door. At first he stumbled, catching himself on the curtains, but his right hand which still had no glove on it, ate right through and bam he was on the floor. Thank god it didn’t make a lot of noise. However, he didn’t have the strength to pull himself up yet, so he started to crawl as if he was a soldier. Damn he needed more strength.
After a few moments he finally made it into the hallway, slipping past Jean and Logan before slowly forcing his body up and walking, his gloved hand upon the wall following it till he was close to some sort of door. Wishing his eyesight was better, his gloved palm found its way to the metal of the doorframe and he tried to listen to what was going on in there,
“Man…” he forced the whisper to come from his sore throat, “I’m never taking seeing for granted again…” Then he perked up and listened to the hallway now… someone was coming.
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Dr. Jean Grey
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Nov 29, 2005 18:06:45 GMT -5
“Kevin, I’m giving you something to relax. You’re muscles want to tighten to put your body into atrophy. I’m trying to counteract that. It’s very mild, but I don’t want you to get alarmed if it happened to make you a little drowsy. You’ve been though quite an ordeal. To be honest I hadn’t expected you to be awake for several more hours.” Jean thumbed the meds into plastic IV tubing, then she walked to join Logan turning back to add, “I’ll be right back, just try and get some rest. I’ve left you a glass of water. Small sips.”
She had softened. Fatigue was setting in, but at least for the time being, her patients were stable and she had a few minutes to deal with a problem of a different flavor. A hand came up to Wolverine’s mouth, silencing his question as her head shook. “No, not here...” she eyed back toward the open-door of the lab. Walking the few feet toward the basement’s heated pool and gym, Jean escorted him inside and then shut the door. A hand ran over her face as she tried to figure out how exactly to go about telling Logan what she was suspecting.
Lips parted to speak and then immediately shut as she broke eye contact. “Wow… this is a lot harder than I thought. Alright.” She sighed, looking back. “I don’t know quite how to warm you up to this, but that boy in there. Jamie Hudson… the one that used your blood like it was a part of him? Well it was. At least I think it was. I still want to run some more tests, but from what I’ve seen so far. You and Jamie share some pretty specific genomes.”
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Nov 29, 2005 22:14:08 GMT -5
Logan knew better than to rush Jean when she was taking care of something. Head moved to the side and popped his neck. He could tell there was movement from inside the room as he looked over his shoulder. Jean was talking to Kevin then looking over Jamie once more before she made her way out into the hall. Wolverine’s form shifted as he pushed away from the glass window towards Jean as she met him there. A brow arched, she still had that look in here eyes. Mouth opened to question when she stopped him.
The doctor looked tired, it had been a long day for all of them. The kids especially. Logan could handle things like that better than most he knew. At times he was a machine. But now wasn’t one of those times, even he’d softened some. Trying to keep things in control, students from being hurt, killed, and kidnapped. Dealing with the return of X, trying to help her like Charles had for him. “No, not here…” “All right…” Logan simply followed as they walked further into the hallways of the undergrounds of the mansion. A place that only X-Men really knew. It had been a life for them, a home. He knew it backwards and forwards with his eyes closed. Being back it felt the same, yet different.
What ever Jean had to say she was having trouble finding the words. It made him wonder what it was really about. Eyes broke contact with him as she looked down trying speak. “Wow…this is a lot harder than I though. Alright.” “Jeanie, you can talk to me…” Internally he’d winced and held back what he wanted to say. That it was no harder than her telling him Scott Summers was the type of man you brought home to mom, not him. That’s she’d choosing him. Weight shifted on booted feet as he listened to her. Trying to make sense of what she was saying. “I don’t know quite how to warm you up to this, but that boy in there. Jamie Hudson… the one that used your blood like it was a part of him? Well it was. At least I think it was. I still want to run some more tests, but from what I’ve seen so far. You and Jamie share some pretty specific genomes.” “So you’re saying some kid has blood like mine? Maybe it’s part of his mutation able to change blood into his own. I didn’t read the kids file before it happened. It all just happened Jean.” There was a weird feeling though when he heard the name Hudson, something about it was trying to sink deep into his psyche. As for blood he only knew one other person who shared similar blood with him, and that was X-23. Could they have made another one? But the boy didn't have adamantium claws like X.
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Post by X on Nov 30, 2005 12:34:30 GMT -5
She heard the foot steps of those behind her. Outside the door, or well in the hall way. Her ears were not deaf to it either. She could hear words being exchanged, but unfortunatly she couldn't make them out. When her head turned to glare towards the door, she thought she saw movement, but figured it to be just her mind playing tricks. She didn't care if they knew she was in here anyways.
Slowly she glared back towards the unmoving webbings. Tilting her head a bit she stared at the creature that was well trapped inside and not coming out. "Coward..." she spat towards the woman. " I hope you hear me. You attack a boy with venom that stops him dead. He has no chance to fight. You try to control him, to use him for whatever sick game you have...You are nothing but a cowardly monster. " She could feel her anger rising, her skin boiling beneath her. Her eyes were changing, she knew they were, the amber yellow pair narrowing just slightly. " You tried to take him away from me. Like everyone else, you tried to take the one thing I have left away, I won't let you do you understand.." her voice was growing low and angry. " I will tear you apart before you get to him again. Limb from limb, slowly. I've killed plenty, but you I will actually truely make suffer." It was odd to hear her like this, she never really voiced herself or cares before now.
Suddenly from out of no where, there was a noise outside the door. All her senses shifted and she turned to look towards it, waiting someone to come in. But the scent of the person outside it had escaped within and she knew that smell. With every sniff it registered quickly. But there was something else as well, movements, foot steps against the floor. Someone else was making their way along the hallway. She didn't want him to get into trouble. So quickly, the door suddenly slide open and she grabbed the blind and weakened Kevin into the room. She was gentle in her manners and when the doors shut she let him slide down against the wall or just stand there if he could. " She is in here Kevin." came X's voice finally. " Are you feeling better?"
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Dr. Jean Grey
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Nov 30, 2005 13:35:24 GMT -5
“No it wasn’t his mutation. In fact, what I have on record about his parents states that neither one of them possesses an X-Factor. And that his onset happened very late. Apparently his mother continued her late husband’s work for the Ministry of Defense, after relocating herself and Jamie back to Alberta. From what little was detailed by Heather the Alpha Flight suit taps into geothermal energies, allowing the wearing to fly. So we weren’t even sure if Jamie really was a mutant until just recently. The possibility that his unique mutation had come about from the accident, considering the exclusivity of the suit’s capabilities, was still a viable option until his blood was tested.” She paused at this point realizing she’d been pacing and nervously rambling on and on rather then really getting to the point of the matter.
All the while Jean explained it was clear that she was doing her best to be unemotional. Compartmentalize her feelings and just face him as a doctor, a teammate… not a woman who has an unresolved attitude toward him. His expression was similar to that night near William Stryker’s Alkali Lake facility; the day she’d told Logan that she wouldn’t betray Scott. The closer Jean got to telling him the truth, the raw unvarnished truth, the harder her heart beat, the smaller her breaths became. It was all there, waiting on the verge of spilling over, but still she continued with a bit of a smaller voice.
She sat down on one of the weight benches, running her hands though her loose and now completely mismanaged hair. “I had only assumed that his mutation was a wild streak, it happens… but the way he reacted to your blood. Healing factor – it’s like a fingerprint; often similar, but each variation a distinctive stand-alone, except for certain cases…” Green eyes finally made a connection with Wolverine’s. It was incredulous. Still after all she’d explained, it was an effort to put the truth out in such black and white terms. “…between father and son.”
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Post by Wither on Nov 30, 2005 14:43:03 GMT -5
He could hear the footsteps getting closer. Who was out there? Was it another one... who was coming for him. Now in his delusioned mind, people were coming for him, to explain the dangers of him being here. He couldn't go anywhere else, he couldn't go back to the shop-it was not what he truly wanted to do. His hand was about to pound on the door begging for a way in... before it slid open.
He felt delicate hands pull him in and lean him against the wall. The shadowy figure that he saw made him smile. "X..." he said softly before sliding down the wall, his black shirt lifting with the traction on the wall. Man he hated being this weak.
"She's in here Kevin..." he heard her small voice say, but he could tell she had just calmed down. "Are you feeling better?"
His head cocked to the side as he looked up to the shorter girl. "X... why are you in here?" He wouldn't answer her questions, he wanted her safe, and did not want her here, by HER. Eyes narrowed slightly, as much as they could. "This is my fight not yours... I'm better now, you don't have to protect me... I'll get her." Slowly he forced himself to his feet and tried to shake the tiredness from the medication Dr. Grey gave him away.
Taking off the latex glove his eyes searched around the room until he found her... until he found the damn coccoon which she tried to put him in. There was a problem though... glass, a much of it, seperated the two from the coccoon.
Eyes filled with rage, and adreniline pumping, his sight slowly became clearer... and he sneered, a look which X had never seen on his face. Kevin flexed his hands, she wouldn't stay in that coccoon for long.
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Nov 30, 2005 15:05:13 GMT -5
A brow quirked as Logan listened to Jean. When he questioned she went into explanation of the boys file. That neither of his parents had carried the X-Factor. But Logan knew not every mutant came from mutant parents. He could feel his heart jump as Jean continued on, talking about something from his past. Something he never spoke of. Canada, Alpha Flight and Heather. That Jamie could have been affected by the suit, but with his blood tested it proved he was a mutant. A born mutant. Logan swallowed as he stared to Jean. The expression on his face was hard to read.
Muscles in his jaw tightened as he stood unmoving as Jean spoke of her findings, of her ideas. His mind was going over every word she said. The sound of it, the inflections. He was studying here trying to see the truth she was speaking in levels. But could it have really been something from his past. Heather Hudson. Her husband did die, and he’d been in Canada with them years ago. Mind was working on digging up his past, a past he tried to keep hidden away. “What was her husbands name?” Eyes looked to Jean as she sat on the bench running her hands through her hair. Logan swallowed once more and turned slightly.
He didn’t know as much as Doctor Gray when it came to the science of things or how mutations worked. He just knew his was a different case. And that he’d always believed his claws were added during the Weapon X experiment, they were actually part of his bone structure. His healing factor was what kept him alive through everything. X-23 came to being with the help of his blood. In a way she was like an estranged daughter. By this time Wolverine was only half listening to what she was saying about mutation being like a fingerprint. Mind was still trying to unravel the puzzle as she finished. “...Between father and son.” “Test it against X-23's blood. Jean, I don’t know that boy...”
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Post by Rogue on Nov 30, 2005 15:10:54 GMT -5
Pain… yes… this is what pain feels like. She had never known the sadistic pleasure of pain until now. Heartache is not real physical pain… but this newest sensation, is pure unaltered pain. It makes her feel human… or at least as close to it as she will ever get. Even when she had been stripped of her powers on occasion, even when she had been stabbed or beaten during one of those times it hadn’t felt like this. Yes, this was pain.
She wanted to scream each time he came for her, to rape her of her life, but she didn’t, to scream would be music to his ears and she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of it. She’d rather die than make that grotesque face split into a haunting grin of domination over her. She still had that fight in her and it didn’t matter how much longer than the last time he clung to her, she would still hold on to her fight, she needed it to survive. Plus that fight made her who she is today, a Rogue.
Bound, chained and left to be alone in darkness with who knows what, she would sit idly on the floor, her clothing torn and caked in dirt. Her skin pale, her veins deathly visible beneath the thin layer. Around her now dull green eyes, thick black rings suggesting she hadn’t slept in years, but in truth weeks. Blood had left a trail from her nostrils to her blue tinted lips, each time he touched her now, that trail was redefined and became thicker and more red. And her arms were black and blue from the needle that was driven into them each time he sedated her.
Occasionally he would bring her something to drink, possibly water… but she wasn’t sure, but she did know one thing she wanted to sleep, but sleep would never come. What ever he had done to her had stopped most of her normal functions. In fact everything that entered her mouth was expelled soon afterwards, and this was becoming more and more evident in her once well shaped body now becoming close to anorexic thin. And now, every few minutes or so her body would tremble violently as cold shocks took her under as if she was drowning in the ocean.
Even the various psyches still trapped inside her mind were dying and pleading for her to make the torture stop… but she could do nothing. She would shed no tears, in fact she gave little signs of life except her slow, barely noticeable breathing. But those few psyches still left…. The strong ones, the ones she held on to long too were becoming restless. Making her head ache more and more with each passing second, “ Stopit… please… stopit… no more… ah… can’t…” Inside her head they were beginning to riot and she was growing closer to that edge between sanity and the lack of it. In fact she was dangerously teetering on it and close to falling into it’s depths.
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Dr. Jean Grey
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Nov 30, 2005 19:39:38 GMT -5
“His father? James... James Hudson. File says he died in an explosion.” Jean could sympathize with what Wolverine was going though. It was hard to hear that due to his amnesia he might have child, or in fact a few children that he didn’t remember, or didn’t know about. She wanted to reach out and touch his mind but all she had now was instinct, body language, and hard facts. No longer could she unravel what truths needed to come out of the archives of the mind to confirm the science. Hands wrung together and her voice shook with the emotional floodgate that finally showed.
“X-23? She has nothing to do with this! Logan That boy in there wasn’t made in some lab, he wasn’t sent here from some evil nefarious corporation hell bent on world domination. He was sent here by in his eyes, his only remaining parent now if I’m wrong about this I’m sorry, but if there’s a chance…” Jean looked both saddened and fired up at all of this; one because the truth of it hurt her as much as it hurt Logan. It hurt her to know that someone else was mother to his son; and two, because Logan was so quick to deny it. “…But you came here looking for answers. Claiming you couldn’t remember your past. Is it really that hard to imagine that you simply don’t remember where you were or who you might have slept with sixteen years ago?”
She stood up not wanting to let things escalate. When she shouted she felt a rush, and it scared her. Being back here was bringing up old demons, and old wounds that had never really healed. It was easier now, not to let her emotions control her gifts. Now all Jean had to worry about was the telekinetic bursts, and they usually only hit when she was sleeping. “I will run a full genetic workup…again but Logan. Remember who built Cerebro.”
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Jamie Hudson
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Nov 30, 2005 19:42:02 GMT -5
Jamie sighed, at least Kevin was back where he belonged. Now if only he could do the same thing. There were weird feelings from the red headed doctor, when he’d passed through her. Sure he was curious but he didn’t know what kind of damage he could cause by going through someone as a ghost. Did it affect them like it did him? It was different he was sure, but he still didn’t know why his mutation was like that at all. Could his mother’s suit have effected him, he wasn’t really sure. But it had to do something with the fact he’d died for the latent mutant abilities to wake. Jamie looked over towards the two adults speaking before they left. The doctor had treated Kevin, Cess was asleep and X was on the move.
Jamie followed. It was a lot easier for him passing through objects, walls, doors. Then he stopped they were in some sort of room, looking through thick glass at the cocoon. That spider gal. Kevin had a look of anger on his face and Jamie moved. “Woah…calm down eh. You’re not better…” Then he sighed, they couldn’t hear him anymore. But he could hear them. But there was something else growing in the darkness. The astral plane echoed with a cry of pain and agony. It was a woman’s voice. There were times when it was like she was trying to cross over but couldn’t.
He didn’t know who she was, but he could almost see her. Amber hair with white streaks. He ran cold as he saw the figure of the dark man once again. He didn’t know how things worked. How far away people really where, but when they came close to death, at least while he was here, James could see them. Form moved to try and find her, the woman with the white streaks in her hair. But he stopped, someone stopped him. There was a woman holding him on the shoulder. Jamie turned to see the face of the woman in the white coat. “No, Stay with them.” “Who are you? Why did I start seeing you after I passed through X?” “I’m someone from her past…my name is Sarah. I’m sorry I can’t tell you more…” The woman faded away and Jamie looked back towards X, swallowing as fingers flexed extending out to touch her.
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Nov 30, 2005 20:27:52 GMT -5
Logan studied Jean’s face long and hard. He’d become still, quite, serious. Hands had closed at his sides, the words she spoke dug up things from his past. This he remembered yes, but tried to forget. But they hit home all to hard with his name. James Hudson. It had been so many years ago. He’d run away, torn and broken, angry, never thinking he would have fallen into the hands of mutant sympathizers. It has been in Canada, the Hudsons took him in. Let him heal, regain his strength. At one time he’d fought besides James. But Heather, she’d been so tender…he was still recovering. That night was a mistake. He left and never went back.
“No, but she shares my blood…just test it…” Logan shifted and his eyes shot up towards Jean as she spoke about X-23. Logan couldn’t remember every instant of his past. There were large dark spots where he knew nothing at all. But he remembered the Hudsons. “Is it really that hard to imagine that you simple don’t remember where you were or who you might have slept with sixteen years ago?” “Like you’ve never made a mistake!” Wolverine turned away pressing his hands against the wall as his head hung. It was one of the memories he could first think of. After he’d become Weapon X. Eyes closed as he saw the memories flash. Husky voice held a hint of a growl.
“It’s the first memory I have…I attacked them Jean. I wanted to kill them. Anyone for what had been done to me. James…and Heather. They helped me…and I… This isn’t about the boy anymore is it.” Wolverine turned around his hands hanging down besides him as he looked towards Jean. Both of them were getting on edge. It was nearing the middle of the night. There was just too much unresolved between them. The things she made him feel. Even in times like this. Nostrils flared slightly as he exhaled. “I may not remember things about my past…but I’d remember if someone told me I had a son. If he even is…the kid had a father Jean…”
There was much more underlying that what was on the surface. Between them. Jean and Him. Logan moved backwards a step before turning around exiting the room the way they’d come. First it had been X-23. And now a son he never knew he had. What was worse was the almost hurt expression in Jean’s eyes. And another realization. If he’d stepped in sooner, stopped X and Penn from fighting that boy wouldn’t be lying in the medical bay. This conversation wouldn’t have happened like this. Perhaps even ever. Logan moved down the hallway, when he picked up a scent. Laura and the boy Kevin. Wolverine moved and pulled open the door into the observation area, trying to hide the roughness in his voice as he saw the kids. “You shouldn’t be here. Doc Gray will have a hay-day if she sees you up before you’re ready and healed. X take him back…” Jaw muscles clenched for a moment as he shifted the moved away. Besides a cigar and a beer, which he knew neither of them were in the mansion he needed a release. The Danger Room was the only other place he could think off. Some welcome back this had turned out to be.
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Post by Wither on Nov 30, 2005 21:36:53 GMT -5
Kevin growled under his breath as he heard the door open. However, he felt something else here... something different and familiar. Eyes looked around, faded and confused, he thought he saw two people... one looked like Jamie-but Jamie wasn't on this plane... no he's still in his own place, but who was that woman?
Ears strained before his head completely turned to the growl-ish voice of Wolverine. “You shouldn’t be here. Doc Gray will have a hay-day if she sees you up before you’re ready and healed. X take him back…” Then he left.
Kevin's head shook and he began to pound on the windows, harder and harder. Some sizzling happened here and there, but out side of that, the walls and the glass wouldn't budge. He hated how Xavier had this whole place rigged for mutants with all different sorts of powers. "I'm not going anywhere, don't even try to take me X... I won't go easily." That was all he said before glaring towards his friend and then the door Wolverine left through.
"Plus, I need to know why... why she chose me."
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Post by X on Nov 30, 2005 22:10:17 GMT -5
X was not really taken aback by the look on Kevin's face. He was angry, enraged and X didn't blame him. Certain times its proper to hate the world or hate people, thus was X's life so she didn't make a fuss when someone else felt that way. Why they wanted answers they might never get. She watched him bang on the glass and the wall, trying to get past. If only this Xavier man who built the place was a bit more compassionate about things like this, maybe Kevin would get his revenge, X sure wanted her own.
Suddenly came Kevin's questions, and she figured she could answer well the best she was going to.Her silence was unerving at first as she turned her gaze onto the woman. Her hand placing itself upon the glass. "She tried to take you away from me. She's just like everyone else..But I'm not going to let her Kevin." her voice grew slowly deeper and she turned her eyes towards Kevin. Who she could tell was still very weak. " You're not better..and she is my enemy too."
She continued watching the way Kevin acted. That was until suddenly that odd feeling in the room came again. X turned her head this way and that with a sudden narrowing of her eyes. She didn't feel like her and Kevin were alone. Before X could speak of it though, Weapon X came barging through the doorway. X turned her eyes to him as he told her to take Kevin back and suddenly her form turned. Eyes flashing red as she spoke so angry sounding towards him, so defiant. "No. Kevin need's this. You don't understand." she was always this way when told what to do now a days, so rebellious, so against everyone. Especially when she didn't agree with what they said, and she didn't agree here. "I won't Kevin. Not until this is done. You need to let him through Logan." X was staring at the back of the man as he exited the room.
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Nov 30, 2005 23:41:15 GMT -5
“Like you’ve never made a mistake!” “I can think of a few,” she shot back wincing just afterward as she knew how hard that was going to sting. Either way he interpreted it, Jean regretted something between them. Either it was her leaving, or it was that she’d allowed herself to get lost in the moment with him. But it didn’t matter. Either way he took it, her words cut deep. For a lingering moment Jean didn’t breathe. The tension between them was almost scary. “It’s the first memory I have…I attacked them Jean. I wanted to kill them. Anyone for what had been done to me. James…and Heather. They helped me…and I… This isn’t about the boy anymore is it.”
Jean ached to tell him the truth. Reveal that yes; she was hiding behind all of this (at least to some degree) with an ulterior motive. She hated that he was so good at tearing down the wall that she put up. But this time there wasn’t Scott to hide behind. Bruce lived his own life in Gotham, and who was she kidding, it was far from picking out china patterns and a bachelor party. He had a busy work schedule, sometimes perhaps even as busy as Cyclops. There were times when she wondered if she’d walked from one absent partnered relationship and into another as sort of fatalist move. Unavailable men, it seemed to be her biggest weakness. Either they weren’t there for the long run, or they were too concerned with work.
Lips parted, she let out a nervous breath and watched with hollow eyes as he left. His words echoed in her mind as she walked out. Riding alone in the elevator, Jean felt the guilt press down on her shoulders. Maybe it was a mistake coming back here. Too much was hitting her at once, and seeing Wolverine, finding out all that she had, it was too much to take in. After entering the main foyer Jean’s brow furrowed with confusion at the lack of suitcases in the room. She guessed that one of the students had taken them into her room, and after opening the door, she saw that her hypothesis was right.
The place looked bigger than she last remembered it. Most of the paintings were the same, the furniture set. The walls were freshly painted, and the curtains were different, but all in all it wasn’t all that unfamiliar. After a quick rummage though the smaller of the two cases Jean came up with a toiletry bag and something to sleep in. The shower was fast, fingers worked soap into her hair and rinsed the stink of blood and grim from her skin. Toweling off the redheaded mutant dressed in the soft oversized flannel shirt and mismatched pants. But even in her casual, ‘I don’t’ give a damn what I look like’ attire Jean was still the cute girl next door. Soft socks padded back out of the room so she could do one last check on Jamie.
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Dec 1, 2005 2:47:18 GMT -5
The door was closing, as he was leaving the kids expecting them to listen. But they were teenagers. And X was just as stubborn as he was. Sometimes even more so. There was so much on his mind. Jean. James and Heather Hudson. The boy lying in a coma…his son. He loved Heather, maybe in part it was the ‘Florence Nightingale’ case. She’d taken care of him. But Logan knew that she loved her husband more. Maybe it was why she never told him about the boy. Never tried to say anything. Out of love. But his mood wasn’t improving and things with Jean were left unspoken, as they always were. He heard X-23 shouting. Form stopped and cowboy boots carried him back into the room the door closing behind him.
“What? What don’t I understand. The need for revenge! To feel justified in some way. Know the answers to why. Answers don’t always come. That ain’t how life works kid. And I know plenty about revenge, wanting to know the answers.” He knew it better then most could. Form stood still as he looked X straight in the face. Logan held scars just like everyone else. Tonight was just proof of that. With everything, especially Jean. Above anyone else she would always be the one. His form moved forwards looking at both Kevin and X. “I’ve been around longer than both of you put together. Do you honestly think I don’t understand, Laura? Rage, hate, anger.”
Weapon X stopped once again looking to the observation room. Towards the cocoon that was in the secure holding area. It was still bound tightly, he didn’t know if the woman inside was trying to heal or just protect herself. If he wanted to he could have killed her, he could have let X do it. But he wasn’t about to now. Lips scowled slightly as he looked back. “We all carry ghosts.” Weight shifted as he looked towards the medical room. Then eyes scanned up the hall as he saw Jean returning. Once more his attentions were brought back to the students. “I ain’t letting anyone in there. Not tonight. That’s final. Now after you’re feeling better and my mood improves, I’ll think about it. Tonight I’m the teacher, not you’re friend and you can hate me all you like for it… to bed. If you want to stay with Kevin I’m sure Doctor Gray can fix you up a bed, seems she’s going into check on Jamie on last time. ” For a moment he paused watching them. Oh yes, Logan know how they felt. It was ways held felt plenty of times before. However he was ready to stand his ground. He understood…he felt the same way when Remy fell. Felt it towards Stryker. Breath exhaled as arms folded across his chest.
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