As sleep left, her mind witnessed her surroundings in parts. Absorbing one thing at a time. The light filtered through the curtains, the feeling of the bed covers against her skin, the color of the walls. Where on earth was she?
She thought about what had happened yesterday.
Logan...oh.
She sighed mentally.
She twisted around and lay stomach down in the bed and pulled her mind together.
Time to get up and figure out what’s up.
"Can I see you when your finished you breakfast please, Logan." The voice echoed in his head.
"Damn it Professor. I told you to stop that!" Logan snapped almost dropping his fork load of bacon back into the plate.
"What?" asked Gambit groggily, hair dishelmed, chest bandaged from the broken ribs and arm bandaged tight against him.
"The Professor” Logan answered surly, tapping his temple.
"Who?" Logan noted that Gambit didn’t respond well to painkillers, as once again the Cajuns spoon went plopping back into his breakfast bowl.
"Never mind” Logan threw down the last of his coffee.Storm and Jean walked into the dinning area and headed off for the food.
Storm was still a bit tender from yesterday but had gotten up early this morning like she always did.
She had waited for Jean to finish with the Professor before joining her for Breakfast.... considering that only 14 hours ago they had crashed, the X-men had been checked out and discharged from the med room after a thorough check up by Beast, with hardly anyone with anything serious. Hardly anyone Storm reminded herself as she looked at Jean and saw Gambit lolling in his seat next to Logan.Logan watched as they headed his way, balancing plates and glasses of juice.
He prodded Gambit aside for Storm as she sat down next to him, moved aside for Jean as she almost spilt orange juice on top of his plate.
"Morning" he said in his most cheerful voice
"Morning...I'm sorry, let me get that." she grabbed the nearest napkin and started dabbing the orange drops.
"Don’t worry about it, I’m sure Logan doesn’t mind." Storm said helpfully, starting to slice into a Grapefruit.
"Not at all. Adds flavor I suppose." He pulled a face at Storm and then smiled at Jean "so how you and the others feeling."
"Well other than the intense pain and lovely bruises, just fine I suppose.""It all distraction. Magneto thinks he clever” Gambit mumbled as he chased a mushroom around his plate, then added something in French that had Logan spluttering his coffee as he laughed.
"That’s his first coherent thought of the day." Logan watched the Cajun from the corner of his eye as he once again threatened to collapse into his Breakfast.
He rocked once or twice, shook his head as if to clear it and then proceeded to once again stare mournfully into his plate.
"Gambit too sore to eat." He moaned pitifully.
"Here, let me eat it for you." Logan grunted around a mouthful of bacon as he reached over to grab the Cajuns plate.
Gambit looked horrified, pushed his plate closer and begun to chase his mushrooms in earnest again.
Logan laughed.
"Stop teasing Gambit, Logan” Storm said as she helped him pierce the rebel mushroom.Logan grinned and then remembered a very quite Jean sitting next to him. She nibbled quietly on an apple.
"How’s Scott?" He asked in his most sincere voice.
She stopped chewing and swallowed "Fine...I guess. He woke up briefly for about an hour, he's now sleeping off the worst of a very bad headache. Hank has him drugged up for the pain.... and the guilt” she added "He blames himself."
"Jean, we all know that there was no way he could of known about it, in fact, if anyone’s to blame, it’s me.... I should of checked to see what Toad was up too." Storm was about to continue when Logan cut in.
"Scott saved our lives, if anyone else had been flying the Blackbird, 10 to 1 we would all be spread out in various pieces around the trees." He said waving his fork around to dramatic effect.For Logan to compliment anything about Scott was a minor miracle, and Jean appreciated his words.
"It a trap chere." Gambit added into the conversation.
The atmosphere around the table was grim, so Jean quickly tried to turn the mood."I hear that it’s not only Scott who we have to thank for saving our various body parts." Jean looked pointedly at Logan who looked pointedly back.
"Yeah, so how’s the little robin doing”?
Jean coughed and cleared her throat, begun to nibble on her apple again.
"She's great. Up early this morning, Marie and Kitty took her down for breakfast, showed her around, and after checking that her dog was fine, I took her up to the Professor."
"Where was I?" Logan asked.
"Asleep." Jean answered.
"Oh." He said sheepishly looking at his watch. It was already 11:00 in the morning.
"Logan not a morning person." Gambit begun to say until Logan kicked him under the table.
"OW” He shouted indigently.
"We noticed...” Jean muttered under her breath as she sipped her juice and Storm snickered, "but I wasn’t only referring to her."
Logan got very interested in his bacon.
"Yes I do recall Robyn and I discussing on our way up to the Professor, “ She turned and grinned at Logan "Something about a Bear?"
Logan hated attention."Smokey obviously thought Cycke looked like a picnic basket." He grumbled into his coffee.
"Oh, for once Logan, please take a compliment” Jean moaned, then smiled warmly as she took his hand to get his attention.
"Thanks Logan"
Storm smiled with her and then said as her smile split into a grin "But did you have to get so close to Smokey, Scott is going to freak when he sees you’ve managed to shred another uniform."
She helped Gambit catch his second mushroom.
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