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Jean nodded. "Your secret's safe with me."

Category: X-Men: The Movie - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama - Characters: Cyclops, Iceman, Jean Grey, Rogue, Wolverine - Published: 2006-08-25 - Updated: 2006-08-26 - 1468 words

Melody wouldn't stop pacing. Quick, furtive glances were spared frequently for the new mother and her child, but the nurse's feet kept moving. Back and forth until it seemed she would wear a hole into the floor.

"Melody." Jean cocked her head to one side.

"Huh?" Melody stopped abruptly. "Yeah, what do you need?"

"You look like yourself again," Jean said simply.

"Myself?" Melody's hand found her face. "You had me scared for a minute during the delivery. Thought you were going to tear my arm off."

Jean laughed softly. "You try forcing something the size of a watermelon through something the size of a lemon."

Melody grimaced. "Eww." She took a deep breath. "Yeah, I never need to hear you say something like that ever again."

"Don't worry, I don't think I'll be doing this again." Jean pressed her lips against her son's temple. "Well, for a long time, at least."

"No?" Melody frowned. "One's enough? You don't even want a girl? You know, get the complete set?"

"And name her Rachel like Scott suggested?" Jean held up little Nathan in front of her and shook her head. "The way everyone keeps talking about baby girls, it makes me think everyone's not satisfied with you, angel."

The infant opened his tiny pink mouth and yawned.

"I didn't mean-" Melody walked towards the bed. "Your son's beautiful."

"He is, isn't he?" Jean murmured. "I think he likes you, too."

Melody smiled. "Really? You're just saying that."

"His thoughts are very simple yet," Jean said. "Warmth, cold, hunger, comfort, distress. He's completely at ease around you."

"I don't know about that," Melody stammered. "His mom's here too, I bet he's just comfortable because you're here..."

"Hold him." Jean lifted the infant towards the other woman. "Go on."

"I just-" Melody took a few steps towards the bed. "Okay."

Jean passed her son off into Melody's arms and smiled as the other woman tensed up uncomfortably. Melody shifted the boy closer, towards her chest and shot a quick glance at his mother.

"He's so small," Melody said. "I almost feel like I'm going to break him."

"You're doing fine," Jean replied. "I told you he likes you."

"That's- that's nice." The dark haired woman smiled.

Jean nodded. "Your secret's safe with me."

"Beg pardon?"

"It's okay," Jean said. "I understand now."

"Well, I don't." Melody tucked Nathan back into Jean's arms. "I should- I've got some things to do, still. There should be a nursery set up somewhere. I'll go find it."

"Do what you have to." Jean smiled. "We'll be fine here."
It was obvious that the silence had begun to wear on the younger members of the group. Even Scott, trusted adult and fearless leader, had his jaw clenched tight. Moira adjusted her grip on the shotgun and continued down the facility's corridors.

She allowed a pang of guilt to surface because even with all the guests in her care, her first thoughts had been for Sean. Guilt realized and admitted, Moira shoved it back down and focused on her obligations. The children. With the majority of the teens tucked safely behind her and Scott, all that remained was little Lorna Dane before Moira could hunt down her missing lover.

Bobby's fingers were locked with Rogue's, Moira frowned at the girl's trembling bottom lip. Fear was an acceptable reaction, so long as it wasn't debilitating. Fortunately, Rogue was simply cold, a fact Moira picked up based on the icy vapor that Bobby was exhaling. Kitty appeared to actually be analyzing the situation. Moira shook her head and continued on towards the examination rooms.

When that inhuman scream echoed through the hallways, however, it made Moira long for the calm of Bobby's rasping, frozen breath. She held a hand out behind her. "That has to be Kevin."

"Bobby, Kitty, Rogue," Scott commanded. "Behind me, now."

The teenagers quickly fell behind their teacher.

"No heroes, hear me?" Moira said. "I want you and these kids out of the way now, Scott."

Cyclop's lips pressed together in a thin frown. "It's too dangerous to go by yourself."

"My problem," she said. "I won't drag you or these children into it."

"Too late, Moira," he replied.

"Aye." She nodded. "Follow close and do not do anything unless told to. These children are your responsibility, Mr. Summers and if you let them get hurt, I'll skin you alive."

"Fair enough," Scott said. "You heard the lady."

The examination room door was wide open. A child was crying within and the sound sent relief coursing through Moira's veins. Crying meant still alive. The gurgling roar that hadn't stopped quite yet was something to worry about, however.

On the sterile floor, Logan was convulsing. The telltale signs of Kevin's work were everywhere. Out of the tiny group trapped in the room, Forge seemed to be the only one with his head screwed on completely right. He'd dealt with Kevin before, he understood how imperative it was to keep calm and rational. Still, the man's jaw was tight and the color had drained from the knuckles of his hand.

Peter was putting on a good show of bravery for Lorna and for that, Moira was grateful. The last thing she would need was to have to write up an explanation for post traumatic stress to the girl's guardians. Moira had more important things to worry about, like the body with signs of accelerated decomposition that was sprawled lifelessly next to Logan's writhing form.

"He has a healing factor, right, Scott?" Moira asked.

"Yeah." Scott had his arm out behind him to hold group of teens at bay from the scene. "Why?"

"Has its limits ever been tested?"

"In a lab you mean?"

Moira hefted the shotgun up and fired a blast into the Wolverine. "Would he survive that, for example?" she snapped.

A high pitched screech erupted from the man as his chest began to knit itself back together.

"He's not going to be happy about that," Scott muttered.

"Will he live?" Moira shot Logan again.

Scott turned around. "Bobby, Rogue, Kitty, get back to your rooms, now."

"What?" Rogue shook her head. "What're you doing? You're killing him?"

"You don't need to see this," Scott said. "No questions, just go."

"You can't kill him!" Rogue dropped Bobby's hand and forced her way towards Scott and the door. "We don't do that and- We don't do that!"

Scott gripped her shoulder firmly. "What we do is listen to our superiors in a dangerous situation to minimize risks. I gave you three an order now do it."

Kitty pulled her friend back. "Let's go, Rogue." She looked back at Scott. "I'll keep them intangible for as long as I can."

Scott nodded. "Good thinking."

Moira had since reloaded and fired another shot into Logan. Peter had lifted Lorna into his arms and pressed her face against his chest. An attempt to soothe the girl's hysterics, Moira couldn't see how successful Peter was.

What she could see was the mutant at her feet that she had shot three times in a row point blank range with a shotgun. Logan's healing factor was near miraculous, but she could only hope that it would hold up to the challenge. His legs and fingers were still twitching, so Moira shot him again.

"Moira!" Forge called out. "Enough."

"You so certain about that, Maker?" she asked.

"I'm not certain how much more that particular man can take," he replied. "Don't let yourself get carried away."

"I'm trying to end this," Moira said.

"You have," Forge said. "Look at him."

Before her, Logan was limp and unmoving. His jaw slack, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. The adrenaline left her and Moira's limbs felt sluggish. Only Lorna's hiccuped cries held the same energy from earlier.

Moira dropped her shotgun next to the two bodies. She turned to Scott. "Locate our missing men. I want to see that everyone's accounted for. Forge can stabilize Logan until you can find Hank."

"What about you, Doctor?" Scott asked.

"I need a pint," Moira said. "Or more. I'll be at the pub. I trust that no one'll disturb me." She walked away.

Scott frowned. "Now, wait just a-"

"Let her go," Forge said. He stepped towards Logan and knelt before the unconscious man. "I could use your help."

"Right." Scott lingered a moment at the door before he joined Forge. "There are more important things to worry about than selfish people, I'm sorry."

Forge began to peel off Logan's flannel and ripped his t-shirt open. "I'm unfamiliar with your beliefs, Mr. Summers, but some view the past as a sacred thing. Dr. MacTaggert needs some time, it looks like you do, too."

"Logan's still breathing," Scott said.

Forge nodded. "Focus on the now, I understand."
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