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Pick Your
Poison - Chapter Nine
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Title: Pick
Your Poison
Author: Terri
E-mail: xgrrl26@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17,
for some Logan and Marie lovin' ;)
Disclaimer:
I don't own any of them. Poo.
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Hut - all
others, please ask :)
Feedback:
Please? With some scotch tape on top? (Um,
I'm out and
I have presents to wrap. It would come in
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Good, bad, and ugly welcome, but I'll warn
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Summary:
Sequel to chapter eight. We listen in on
plenty of
conversations........
Comments:
This one turned out just a little longer
than the
average PYP despite the three-way tie ;) No,
I'm not that
lazy, why do you ask ;)
------------------------------------------------------- Hank knocked
softly on Marie's bedroom door. He hoped
that she
would at least open the door so that he could
let her see
how sorry he was, but he would understand
if she didn't.
Sometimes when she got frightened by
things, or
just upset, she wouldn't let anyone but
Logan near
her. If need be, Hank thought, I can
apologize
through the door. The key is not to upset
her further.
Much to his
relief, the door swung open a few moments
after his
knock, revealing a puffy-eyed Marie. "I
came to offer
my most humble apologies for my slip-up.
Logan instructed
me to use 'Rogue' in any
interactions
with the x-men, but - but I was thrown
off track
a little by the upsetting news regarding Dr.
Grey and
I forgot. I am very sorry to have caused you
distress,
Marie."
Marie pinched
her eyebrows together and scrunched her
nose up in
concentration. Then, deciding something,
she waved
Hank inside and gestured for him to sit on
the bed.
Hank did so, waiting for whatever it was
that Marie
wanted to communicate with him. She paced
back and
forth in front of him a few times, then came
to a halt
directly opposite him. What she did next,
he never
would've predicted.
"Thank you."
Hank sat
there dumbfounded for a moment before an
irrepressible
smile began to spread across his face.
"You're very
welcome. May I ask what for?" He was
fighting
the urge to leap up and hug her within an
inch of her
life. This was wonderful progress - but
he knew he
couldn't scare her or make too big a deal
of her talking.
After all, that was the advice he had
given Logan
and expected him to follow. It just
wouldn't
do for the doctor to disregard his own
orders. Besides,
he noticed that Marie looked
distinctly
nervous at having spoken, and was now
fidgeting
quite a bit. He waited for her answer,
knowing that
even if it wasn't a spoken one, she'd
give it to
him.
"Helping
me." It came out in a weak whisper, and
Marie took
several steps back away from Hank as she
said it,
but she said it. Hank's smile grew wider
still.
"It is truly
my pleasure. I do not think I have ever
had such
a resilient and determined patient as you. I
am so very
glad that you spoke with me. Very glad."
Marie nodded
and smiled a little in return, but she
maintained
her distance. "I should also be thanking
you, you
and Logan, for giving me an opportunity to
live here,
with you and the children, and to practice
my craft.
Not many people, even mutants, would have
taken a chance
on a doctor with my, ah, unique
appearance,
much less take him in to their home. I am
very grateful
for the chance to live here and work
with you
and the children." Marie shrugged a little,
and Hank
took it for the 'you're welcome' that was
intended.
"I, ah, meant to also tell you that Logan
will be in
momentarily. He is watching to make sure
your friends
have gone." Marie frowned at that, and
Hank hastily
added, "I am very sorry for my slip-up
with them,
very sorry. It will not happen again, but
I suppose
the cat is out of the bag, as it were."
Marie shook
her head a little, and crossed the room
back over
to Hank, sitting herself down beside him and
hugging him
carefully. Hank knew that was her way of
telling him
all was forgiven, and he gave her a gentle
squeeze in
return. "You know," he began, "you have a
very pleasant
speaking voice. And I see that you have
retained
just a bit of your southern accent. Logan
informed
me that you are from Mississippi, correct?"
He felt her
nod against his shoulder. "Most melodious
to the ear."
That got a small giggle from her. "I am
glad you
are feeling better, Marie." She squeezed him
tighter and
he thought he heard a barely-whispered 'me
too' before
Logan entered the room.
For a split-second,
Hank felt very much like prey.
Logan's eyes
narrowed on him immediately and his
entire body
tensed, as though he were about to pounce
on Hank.
In the next breath, though, he straightened
and gave
out a little cough. "Everythin' OK here?"
His voice
held a distinctly unhappy and somewhat
suspicious
tone. Hank would've understood why if it
had been
anyone but him involved in this scenario -
Logan was
not a man who took well to finding his lover
in the arms
of another on their conjugal bed no matter
how innocent
the actual circumstances - but surely,
Hank thought
he mustn't be considered a threat. After
all, just
look at him. No one would be attracted to
him in that
kind of way.
"Fine," Hank
replied, easing away from Marie. "We
were just..talking."
"Talkin'?"
Logan asked. Marie nodded
enthusiastically
as she crossed the room to embrace
Logan. He
took a tentative sniff at her before
folding his
arms around her. "Well, good for you,
darlin'.
Good for you." Logan looked genuinely
pleased at
that.
"I shall
be going," Hank said, finally able to move
from the
bed. "I will be in the lab should you need
me." He gingerly
brushed past Logan and Marie and
through the
open door. Before disappearing to his lab
once again,
he turned and gave Marie a mischievous
look. "Nice
talking with you, Marie." She gave him
an impish
grin back, before Logan shut the door behind
them.
"Hey," Logan
purred, still holding on to Marie,
"you're a
regular talkin' machine now, aintcha?"
Marie blushed
and smiled. "I'm glad you got to
talkin' with
Hank."
"Safe."
"Yeah. He's
safe to talk to. Him and me and all the
kids are,
honey. Whenever you wanna. Whenever you
wanna try
that out, you just go ahead." He ran his
hands over
her back and hips as he walked her over to
the bed.
Seeing Hank with her had set off some inner
alarm, some
animal response to his mate being close to
another male.
Of all the people in Marie's life,
Logan thought,
Hank was the one he could see her
falling for.
She trusted him, and he had healed her
in ways Logan
couldn't. Logan knew Marie loved him
very much,
and that nothing had happened, but he still
felt that
primal need to reassert his claim on her.
"They're
gone?"
Her whispered
question brought Logan out of his
thoughts.
"Yeah. And they'll stay gone if they know
what's good
for 'em. I'm sorry, Marie. I'm sorry
they acted
like such assholes."
"Stupid."
"Yes, they
were." Logan had finally reached the bed,
and he sat
down on it, pulling Marie into his lap.
She shook
her head. "Me."
"Whaddya
talkin' about? You didn't do anythin'
stupid."
She frowned and buried her head in his
shoulder.
"You can talk to me, darlin'. It's safe.
I gotcha
and nobody's gonna hurt ya, not as long as
I'm alive."
He waited, letting her choose her own
time and
words. He had a feeling she would speak to
him now.
"Thought
it would be different. Just - just like
before. Seems
stupid to me now."
"I still
don't understand, darlin'. What seems
stupid?"
He kissed her head for encouragement. She
was talking
a lot now, and he wanted to keep that up.
"Thinking
it could be the same. I'm not the same.
They don't
understand. Won't ever be that way again,
not now."
Logan didn't quite know what to say to
that. They
sat in silence until Marie pulled back
from Logan
a bit to look him in the eyes. "I'd still
be there.
They'd still be - be coming to visit me
once in a
while but not - not helping. I'd still
beoff. You
saved me."
"I know,"
he whispered back. Marie's eyes had turned
soft, and
she looked very beautiful to him just then.
"I love you.
I couldn't let ya stay there and hurt
like that.
I'm just sorry I didn't come back sooner.
Marie, I
swear I woulda if I'd known, I swear I - "
She silenced
him with a gloved finger to his lips. "I
know." She
began touching his face, much like she had
in their
earlier days, before they were lovers, when
she wanted
some simple affection from him. "Love
you," she
sighed, enjoying her survey of his features.
"Just you."
Logan startled
at that, but, catching the knowing look
in her eye,
soon settled. He took very good care of
her, but
she did the same for him, only in less
obvious ways.
Hell, he thought, she can probably
read me like
a book by now. And she probably knows
what's on
my mind at the moment.
"Do you wanna
be together tonight?" He only rarely
asked for
that - he usually was very scrupulous about
letting her
initiate anything between them. There
were times,
though, that he needed her, needed to make
sure she
knew she was his, needed to make her feel his
love for
her, and to feel hers for him. Tonight, for
many reasons,
was one of those times.
"Yes." Logan
smiled at her spoken answer. A flash of
a fantasy
about her screaming out his name in bed at
the top of
her lungs passed through his mind. "Love
you."
He bent to
nuzzle at her neck, protected by her hair.
"Need you,
Marie. A lot. Wanna be with you, all the
time." He
felt her gently nod, careful not to
interrupt
his ministrations. "I couldn't be without
ya. Never
again." He parted from her and lay her
back on the
bed. Leaning over her, he tenderly
stroked her
stomach as her gloved hands once again
found their
way to his face.
"Logan."
"I love it
that you talk a little now, baby. I
'specially
like hearin' my name roll off your lips and
hearin' you
say you love me. I - I know it's still
kinda hard
for ya and I don't wanna push, but, darlin'
I could take
as much of that as you can stand to give
me." His
lopsided smile let her know he was only
half-joking.
His hand drifted up to caress her
breasts,
causing a hint of arousal to begin spicing
her scent.
"Love you,"
she murmured a little unsteadily, as her
back arched
beneath his touch. He loved this - loved
watching
the reactions he produced in her, loved
watching
her complete trust in him, loved watching the
pleasure
wash over her and carry her away in bliss.
If he was
honest with himself, he'd even say he needed
it. "More"
"Whatever
you want, Marie. I'm gonna take care of you
and give
you whatever you want, darlin'." His
caresses
became more insistent, and her legs splayed
apart a little.
She let out a whimper when she felt
his hands
begin to undo her jeans. She had tights on
beneath,
as usual, and that allowed him to take off
his own pants.
"Wanna - wanna see you," he panted, as
his gloved
fingers slid beneath the hem of her
sweater,
rucking it up and over her breasts as she
wiggled to
help him. When his efforts revealed a
sheer, lacy
bra, he quickly and deftly freed Marie of
that too,
then sat back a little to look at her.
They did
it this way often - with her bottom half
covered in
the tights and his top half well- covered
by his thermal
shirt. Now, Marie almost never became
worried about
her skin or self- conscious when they
were both
covered in this way. He wanted that, wanted
her very
relaxed. "You're so damn beautiful,
darlin'."
That always got a blush out of her and this
time was
no different. Her tiny, gloved hands reached
out to find
his waist and pull him to her. She felt
him press
his hips to hers, and felt how ready he was.
Lately, she'd
been trying to be sure he was pleased,
satisfied
when they were together. At first, she'd
felt so starved
for affection, for touch, and so
desperate
for comfort that she never paid attention to
Logan's needs,
his feelings. Now, she tried not to
get so lost
in her own emotions that she neglected
his. As she
felt his fingers caress her intimately,
she began
to caress him in turn. He grunted in
pleasure,
and she knew she was on the right track.
"Marie...."
he moaned, as she increased her pace.
"Now?" she
asked, large brown eyes gazing into his
hooded hazel
ones. Logan nodded, and reached for
their nightstand
drawer, and a condom. He drew a
scarf out
as well - he wanted to kiss her, taste her
as they made
love. Marie took the condom from him,
opening it
and gently rolling it onto him. He brought
one hand
up to caress her hair as she did, then
swooped down
for a kiss. She kissed back with
abandon,
not letting the necessary barrier temper her
enthusiasm.
"Now," she
repeated and this time it wasn't a
question.
She helped guide him inside her, and he
entered with
one strong thrust and several soft moans.
The first
few times, she'd had trouble accommodating
him, and
he'd had to go very slow. Now she was used
to him, and
she was glad of that. He was already
thrusting
quite rapidly. "Logan......."
"Oh, darlin',
yes, yes." That triggered Marie's
arousal,
and she began moving with him. "That's it,
baby, yes!"
"Logan,"
she moaned again. All of a sudden, there
were so many
words she wanted to get out, so many
things she
wanted to tell him - that he shouldn't hold
back, that
she wanted to please him, that she was
bursting
with love for him. But somehow the words
wouldn't
come, only his name. "Logan!"
"Grrrrr!"
His sweat was starting to moisten his
shirt, and
he was keeping up an impossibly fast pace,
hitting her
in all the right spots in the process.
She could
feel him dancing on the edge of control, so
close to
letting go, but she knew he was always
careful with
her, especially here. Just once, she
wanted him
not to be careful. Just once, she wanted
him to think
about his own satisfaction, not hers.
Just once,
she wanted this magical thing between them
to be all
about him and not about her at all.
"Logan, more!"
He wound one hand in her hair,
tangling
it and pulling. The other hand jumped to her
breast, cupping
it in a firm grip. "Yes!"
"Unnnhh!"
He was baring his teeth and barely in
control now.
He knew it, and he fought against letting
go, but the
supple feel of Marie's body beneath him
combined
with her vocal encouragements were wrenching
the ability
to stay in control from his grasp.
"Marie!"
It was half-plea,
half-warning, but Marie seemed to
take it as
neither. She grabbed his buttocks firmly
with both
hands, pulling him more deeply into her.
"Logan!"
It was a growl that issued from her lips, a
growl that
contained his name. That was the last of
his control.
"Unnh! Marie!"
His already firm grasp on her body
became almost
painful and his thrusts became erratic,
no longer
in any identifiable rhythm. Marie was
beginning
to lose control as well, but she had enough
of her senses
still operable to say his name again
before she
found her own release.
"Logan, yes!"
"GRRR!" He
felt her contract and spasm around him,
then felt
a gush of wetness follow. "Unnnnhhh!
Marie!" He
used his grip to pin her to the bed as he
lost himself
in his final passionate throes. "GRRRR!"
With a final
strong, deep thrust, he came, drenching
her with
fluid. He heard her sigh in contentment and
he began
to come back to himself a little.
When he realized
how hard he was pulling on her hair
and that
he may have bruised her breast, he let go of
her like
she was a hot coal. "Logan?" she panted.
"Sorry. Sorry."
He rolled off of her, leaving her
body, and
averting his eyes from hers.
"Logan?"
Marie was beginning to be a little scared
now - he'd
never turned away from her like that. Had
she done
something wrong?
"Sorry, darlin'.
I gotta - " He rose from the bed and
headed toward
the bathroom door, but then stopped
himself.
He couldn't just leave her - that might
upset her.
But he couldn't quite face her at the
moment, either.
"I, uh - " He heard a soft whimper
from the
direction of the bed, and he chanced a peek
at her only
to see her frowning deeply, almost in
tears, and
wrapping herself up in the covers. His
worst fears
were realized - he'd lost it, scared her.
"God, baby,
I'm - I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
Marie pulled
the blanket over her head so that only
here eyes
were peeking out. Logan's heart sank at the
thought that
she was trying to hide again, only this
time from
him. He pulled his pants back on and sat on
the bed with
her, but as far from her as possible.
"Please -
please don't be scared. I didn't mean to
hurt ya,
Marie. Please."
Her eyes
changed at that, and her brows drew together
in confusion.
"No."
"It won't
ever happen again, I swear it to you, I - "
"No," Marie
said, this time more firmly and peeking
her head
out of the blankets. "I - I did it wrong."
"No, no,
you did it just right, baby. You didn't do
anything
wrong."
"Mad," she
sputtered. "You're mad."
"At myself,
Marie. That - that I got a little outta
control."
"No," she
repeated. "Wanted to. For you. Wanted it
to be for
you." Logan was struck speechless at that.
"Did I do
it wrong?" she whispered. "Something's -
something's
wrong with me," she finished, dejected.
"No," he
answered, voice thick with emotion. "I love
you so much,
Marie. You didn't do anythin' wrong.
Nothin's
wrong with you, darlin', nothin'. I just - I
was worried
that I scared you, that I was too wild."
She shook
her head no. "You don't hafta - I don't
wanna have
you doin' anythin' you don't want. I don't
wanna have
you thinkin' you gotta please me, 'cause -
"
"Want to.
Want to please you. You please me." She
scooted toward
him a little, fishing one gloved hand
out from
beneath the blankets to take his hand. "Not
scared. Never
scared with you." She gave him a small
smile, and
squeezed his hand. "Just want to do it
right, like
you like."
"Oh, Marie,"
He lay down on the bed beside her, and
she cuddled
her blanket-wrapped form to his.
"Talk. Talk
to me." She brought her face as close to
his as she
safely could, urging him on with her eyes.
"I don't
wanna lose you. I wanna do right by you,
kid." He
was trying to find the words to tell her
that the
only thing in this world he feared was her
being hurt,
and that having the hurt come by his own
actions was
his most horrific nightmare. Even if she
left him
one day, which he often worried over, even if
she found
she no longer needed him and that she was
better off
with someone else, that wouldn't be as bad
as hurting
her.
"You do,"
she answered as he struggled for the words.
"Love you."
He smiled
at that. "Love you too. Sorry if I - sorry
if I scared
ya. Didn't mean to upset ya, just - just
- I got a
little worried that I'd hurt ya. Never
wanna do
that."
"You never
do," she answered. "Love you."
"Love you
too," he repeated. "A lot, Marie, a lot."
"Me too."
She smiled broadly now, and Logan's fears
eased some.
"Need you. Want you. Love you."
"I know,
darlin'." Logan tried to push his dark
thoughts
completely aside now, tried to focus on
reassuring
her, taking care of what she needed. "I'm
just gonna
stick close to you tonight, OK? We'll -
we'll talk
with the kids in the mornin' about the
barn. You
and me - let's just stay in bed together
tonight."
She nodded, and he let out a breath he
wasn't aware
he was holding. "I'm gonna take care of
you, Marie.
You just lemme hold on to ya, all right?
I'm gonna
take good care of you."
"Me too,"
she whispered, before settling into his
embrace.
Kitty and
Jubes drove toward the airport in silence.
That in and
of itself was unusual enough, but the fact
that both
seemed lost in deep thought compounded the
irregularity
of the situation. When they reached the
rental car
return office, as they were completing the
paperwork,
Jubes finally spoke. "We messed up."
"I know,"
Kitty answered. "But I - I don't know how
to fix it.
I mean, we'll e-mail and apologize, but -
but Logan's
right. She's been through hell and here
we are complaining
about not knowing her real name."
"We've gotta
find a way to make it up to her," Jubes
mused.
"The Professor's
going to be so pissed at us."
"What? We
did better than Storm and Mr. Summers. At
least we
didn't almost get clawed." Jubes cracked her
gum once,
and, upon receiving no response from Kitty,
she plowed
on. "Nothing's unfixable, chica. We just
hafta find
a way to show Rogue we're not mad about the
name thing
and we're sorry about bitching about that
in her time
of severe emotional crisis."
"What do
you think about the whole not talking thing?"
Kitty finished
the last of her paperwork, and both
girls turned
to head for the terminal walkway.
"It's kinda
weird, but it's like some classic
Hallmark-movie-of-the-week
response to trauma. I can
see how she
wouldn't wanna talk. Shit, she's probably
still dealing
with all the hallucinations and stuff if
what McCoy
told us is true. That kind of stuff can
freak you
right out. It'd probably freak me out. I
might even
stop talking too." Kitty cast her a
doubtful
look. "OK, maybe not."
"What do
you think about McCoy anyway? Think he's
telling the
truth?"
"Yeah, I
do. I mean, what's his motive to lie? And I
totally don't
trust Dr. Frankenbitch." Kitty laughed
darkly at
that. Jubes smiled in appreciation for a
moment, but
then her face changed and her features
slackened
with surprise. "Hey, chica - you remember
what he said
about there being a testing protocol in
the stuff
he sent Dr. Grey?"
"Yeah," Kitty
answered cautiously. She wasn't sure
where this
was going, but she was fairly frightened by
the unholy
glee in Jubes' eyes.
"We could
totally do it and see for ourselves."
Kitty shook
her head. "She'd know if her lab rats and
chemicals
went missing. Plus - how would we get
access to
the lab to do the experiments? Maybe we
should just
tell the Professor what McCoy said, and
ask him to
- "
"Aw, he's
not gonna listen to us over his star pupil,
Kit. We'll
tell him and he'll smile and nod and
promise to
look into it and have a talk with Dr. Grey
and then
he won't do jack shit about it. You know it
as well as
I do, chica."
"Well, what
are we going to do then, experiment on
ourselves?"
Kitty had said it in exasperation, and in
jest, but
Jubilee's eyes were positively glowing now.
"Great idea!
We could snag some of the drug from the
lab - she
might not notice that, at least not right
away, and
we could - "
"Jubes, I
wasn't serious." Kitty halted in the middle
of the walkway
and turned to face her roommate. "That
- that could
be dangerous, really dangerous."
"And it could
tell us everything we need to know. It
could give
us the goods on Dr. Grey. It could save
whoever else
might be treated with the drug from
turning into
Rogue. Hell, Kit-Kat, we're X-men,
danger is
our middle name!"
"It's crazy,
Jubes, there's no way."
"There's
a way. There's totally a way. I bet Remy
would help
us steal the drug, and I bet Bobby and St.
John would
help too." Kitty sighed, trying to find an
argument
that would persuade Jubilee. Jubilee forged
ahead before
Kitty had a chance to come up with
anything.
"It's Rogue, Kit. Our roomie. Our
formerly
psycho roomie. Something happened to her.
Don't you
wanna know for sure what it was?"
Kitty sighed.
"I'm - I'm not saying yes. Not to your
plan. But
I do want to find out what happened to
Rogue, or
- or Marie. I really do, Ju-Ju Bean."
Jubilee smiled
at the endearment, which was the
intended
reaction. "Come on, let's try to catch that
earlier flight.
We can figure out what to do when we
get home."
Scott had
been pacing the mansion halls for the better
part of an
hour. He was still thinking about Rogue,
still trying
to come up with a way to reach out to
her. It had
consumed his thoughts since he'd returned
from Canada,
and he was so lost in those thoughts now
that he almost
failed to notice Storm sitting in one
of the chairs
outside Xavier's office. He sat down
beside her
wordlessly, hoping only for a respite from
his thoughts
for a moment. Storm, however, had news.
"I have heard
word from the girls. I took the call
since the
Professor was teaching class." Scott nodded
at Storm's
words and waited for her to continue.
"They spoke
with Dr. McCoy further about mutatol.
They are
returning now."
"Did they
see Rogue?" Storm nodded. "And?"
"All that
Jubilee said was that she was well, and that
they found
out her real name was Marie."
"Marie?"
Scott's nose scrunched up in confusion.
"She never
told us that."
"Apparently,
she has told Dr. McCoy, and Logan."
Scott's expression
darkened at the mention of Logan's
name. "Scott,"
Storm ventured, "I know you do not
approve of
Logan's attachment to Rogue, and I myself
have some
doubts. I do not like that he has kept her
from us,
that he has separated her from us so
completely.
But we cannot dispute that she is doing
better now."
"I've been
thinking," Scott began, still not quite
meeting Ororo's
eyes. "I think we should go back,
talk to McCoy
again, maybe talk to Logan too. Maybe
we shouldn't
try to see Rogue, maybe that would just
upset her,
I don't know. But we can't just leave it
like this.
God only knows what's going on up there
and what
he's doing with those kids. We can't just
let it go,
'Ro. We have to talk to the Professor. We
have to convince
him to let us try again."
Storm sighed
and gently took Scott's hand in her own.
"I know you
are worried for her, and for the children
in Logan's
care. We must move carefully, though. We
must not
make things worse. You have seen Logan's
disposition.
He is not inclined to discuss anything
with us.
We cannot force the resolution we desire.
We must deal
with the situation as it is. This is not
the time
to rush in to things. We have attempted that
once, with
poor results."
Scott turned
her hand over in his. "Can I tell you
something?"
"Of course."
Scott was one of her oldest and dearest
friends.
Ororo welcomed the opportunity to lend him a
listening
ear.
"I'm worried.
And not just about Rogue, not just
about the
kids with Logan. I'm worried about Jean."
"Why?"
"She's been
on edge ever since we came back and McCoy
e-mailed
her those things. I don't know what's wrong,
exactly,
but something is. She's - she's taking it so
personally,
'Ro. We all know how much effort she put
into caring
for Rogue, but she's acting like - like
the information
about the drug is some kind of
personal
attack on her. I don't get it. I don't get
it and I
don't like it and it worries me."
"It is unusual."
Storm had never known Jean to react
that way
before. "Perhaps it is simply the shock and
disappointment
of finding this information, of finding
that her
care of Rogue may have hurt her. Perhaps she
will calm
in time."
Scott looked
into his friend's eyes, trying to gage
the truth
of her words. It did not comfort him that
her eyes
were as worried as his own must've been. "I
hope you're
right, 'Ro. I hope you're right." The
Professor's
office door opened, releasing a gaggle of
chattering
students. Storm exchanged a final look
with Scott
before releasing his hand and going in to
tell the
Professor the news.
Soooo............time
to pick your poison (and only
one choice
will get written this time - back to my
usual ;)
And just to punish you all for that 3-way
tie, all
of your choices are more talking again ;)
1) Scott
and Jean talk about what's making her cranky
2) Logan
talks to Hank about what happened with Marie
3) We hear
the Professor's thoughts on all these
developments
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