Jean and Logan, Early Afternoon (Backdated)

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Logan comes to Jean's room while she is still recuperating trying to get her to go outside (and drink beer), with failed results.



After Garrison pulled some strings, Jean was able to go back to her room.

It provided some small comfort to be in her own bed, and she took advantage of this by pulling a pile of blankets over her head to keep the sunlight that streamed from the windows out of her eyes.

“Uggnnn.”

Peace was, however, something that was going to have to elude Jeannie for a little while longer. A knock - a hard, insistent knock - upon her door practically shook the door in its frame. “Yo!” called Logan through said door in entirely too cheerful a voice.

Rustling around under the covers, Jean eventually pulled back the foot-thick mound of covers and poked her head toward the door.

“Nooo...sleeping. Kind of,” she called back.

“Uh-huh.” he said, still being disgustingly cheerful. “Getcher ass out of bed, Red!” he said through her door.”Got some medicine for you.” he said with a laugh.

Jean covered her face again with the blanket. “Don’t like medicine...bad....verrry bad,” she mumbled, though still loud enough for him to hear.

“You’ll like this kind.” he said, popping the top on one of the beers he’d brought and taking a healthy swallow. “Give ya a choice, Jeannie. Either you getcher ass out of bed and open the door, or I can pop the lock and we’ll go from there.” he said teasingly. “Too nice of a day to spend it curled up.”

Jean frowned. “Can’t...in bed...doctor’s orders....not mine...” she mumbled again.

“Get to fix my lock you break it...”

Now that, to his ears, sounded like a challenge. Piece of bent wire, a few moments spent wiggling it in the lock - OK, more than a few minutes. They were good locks. But he got it popped and then he spent a moment to look at the blanket-covered Jeannie-shaped lump in the middle of her bed.

“That good, huh?” he said, closing the door behind him and pulling up a chair to park in.

Jean curled her nose and let out another groan, covering her face back with one of the blankets.

“Sending you a bill...and...what?”

Logan just took another healthy swig of beer. He had a second bottle in his jacket pocket for her. “Here’s a thought. Go take a shower, get cleaned up, get dressed, and we’ll go for a ride. Little fresh air, maybe some beer, some pool, buck you right back up.” he said, cracking his knuckles with a horrendous metal-on-metal grating sound.

“Nope, really...I can’t...it’s not a good idea,” Jean said. While the prospect sounded fun, currently people ever still whispering about unpleasant things and the strength of a four year old kept her from that fun.

“Didn’t ask you if it was a good idea. Just told you you should.” he pointed out. “Gotta be better for you and more fun than sleeping for days on end.” he said. “Fresh air’d do you a world of good. Hiding in here probably won’t.” he pointed out.

Jean finally pulled the covers back from her head again, sitting up in bed. The sunlight, glistening through the window, showed off her slightly pallid skin, the bleary and slightly faraway look to her eyes, and her unruly hair.

“I think Garrison likes beer. He should have some.”

“I know Gar likes beer. He’s a big boy, he can buy his own.” he said with a smirk. “Last I heard, Gar didn’t sprain his brain.” he noted. “This one’s a Jeannie beer.” he said, pulling out the other bottle and showing it to her. “And you have the most epic bed-head out of anyone I’ve seen. Even Marie’s isn’t nearly as bad as yours.” he said with a smirk.

Jean curled her nose. “Mean...” she said, resting her head against the headboard. She was trying to keep her trembling hands under control. In fact most of her body held a slight shudder upon closer inspection.

“Drink later...I promise...hard to think now....Alcohol has a bad side-effect when combined with drugs.”

Logan blinked. “Didn’t figure you for likin’ the drugs.” he said before his brain re-engaged. “Or this some kinda medical thing?” he asked.

Glancing away, Jean brought up a hand to brush a few stray strands of hair out of her face but was unable to keep her fingers steady and put her hand back down.

“Problem with the rescue mission. Got ambushed.”

“How, precisely, do you ambush a telepath?” he wondered out loud. “Sucks.” he said, more to the point. “They hit you pretty hard, then, I take it?” he asked, then took another heroic swig of his beer.

“Massive overdose of anti-psychotic...used on a healthy brain makes it...psychotic...”

She laughed. She’d done the same thing when she’d first heard what she’d been dosed with.

“Haven’t been able to use my powers right for hours.”

“So stop trying. Last I checked, Jeannie Grey was more than the sum of her powers.” he said. “Anti-psychotics, huh? Got any you can share?” he asked with a grin.

“Nice sentiment, not so nice when everyone’s using sub-woofers in here,” she said, tapping her temple. She’d had a massive headache since the whole business started.

Her eyes flickered up and she smiled faintly. “I think they’d level you out.”

“Ya think?” he said with a grunt of sour amusement.

“You asked for sharing,” she replied simply. She was happy to be slightly more coherent but she still felt like she was still a resident on the outskirts of CrazyTown.

“So no beer today, okay?”

“Fine. This once you get a pass on beer.” he said. “But you need some fresh air, feel the wind on your face, unclench a little.” he said as the God-Emperor of Crazy Town. Population One. “Be good for you.”

“But....but...tiiiired,” Jean murmured plaintively. “And pretty sure I can’t walk.”

Logan bit back a laugh at that. A very good thing her telepathy was likely offline, as the image that just flashed through his head would be enough to get him defenestrated. “You get up, get moving, your energy’ll come back.” he said diplomatically.

“No...legs wobbly...like...wobbly...thing. Weeble? Wobble,” she said. Yes, it was a very good thing all she heard was a sort of jumble of everyone’s thoughts. It’d started to become more manageable, however, gradually.

“Will fall down.”

“You fall, I’ll catch you.” he said simply. “Now getcher ass into the shower already and quit stalling.” he mock-barked.

Jean shook her head. “You get to talk to Hank AND Amelia...not responsible. I am a patient,” she said, holding up her finger.

She started to climb out of bed, the smell of the M-Squad’s concoction still on her skin as she got more into the open air. The moment her feet hit the ground, however, her legs gave out and she started to pitch forward toward the ground before reaching wildly for the bedpost.

“Told you.”

Logan was out of his chair like a shot and managed to grab a hold of Jeannie before she took the spill. “Hey there, legs.” he teased her. “Let’s get you into the shower so you can get clean, hrm?” he told her as he guided her from the bed to her bathroom. “You go take care of business, I’ll wait for you in there, OK?” he asked her.

Getting back to her feet after having been lying in bed for the better part of a few hours caused a surge of blood to her head, which, given the amount of drugs still in her system, started up a slightly new round of interesting.

“I.....” she began, her eyes fluttering a little even as he guided her, and it pretty much resembled someone guiding a baby colt as they made their way to the bathroom.

When they stepped across the bathroom threshold, Jean’s legs gave out again, a sharp sense of vertigo washing over her, coupled with the world going blurry.

Logan was there to secure her once again, narrowly missing getting a hold of places he ought not to be getting a hold of. Especially not with someone on as many trippy meds as she was. “Hey there, darlin’.” he said encouragingly. “You gonna make it to your shower in one peace? May want to consider the bath thing.” he suggested.

Jean didn’t answer him, her body slightly limp in his arms, head dropped down.

“Oookay.” he said, looking down at the top of Jean’s head. Amusingly enough, she had a big fat grey hair right on top of her head. She’d be mortified were she in her right mind. “You are way more out of it than I thought.” he told himself. “So back to bed with you!” he announced, lifting her off the ground and cradling her in his arms for a moment. “Think we’re gonna have to raincheck the ride and everything else until you can at least stand up on your own.” he told her.

Jean blinked, stirring quite rightly when Logan lifted her off her feet. The sudden shift in her vision made her rest her head against his chest for a moment or two until the world rebooted back.

“I do know these things... you know. I do have a doctor hat. Well...not right now. But I do.”

“Uh-huh.” he said neutrally as he carried her back into bed and deposited her in it surprisingly gently. Then he covered her back up, lest his brain Go There where she might hear it, and he took a step back as well. “You content to sleep off your bender here, or you think a trip to Medical’s a good idea?” he asked her.

Jean curled her nose up at the mention of the word ‘medical.’

“That room sucks,” she said, most uncharacteristically.

“And to think, you work there.” he retorted with amusement.

“When I have my doctor hat on...it is okay. Because I can do doctor things. Now if I am on the bed...the room is not good. Too bright. Loud. Stinky. I bet it smells to you...all the disinfecting. Amelia goes nuts. Every day with the Lysol,” Jean said as she curled up around her pillow, resting her chin on top to glance up at him.

“I think she has the OCD,” she whispered.

“Funny, I just thought she needed to get laid.” he said with a chuckle. “Nothing wrong with her that a little time naked between the sheets wouldn’t cure.” The idea of Medical’s stink he left unaddressed - they wouldn’t let him smoke and the place stank to high heaven, so he tended to avoid it unless he absolutely couldn’t avoid it.

“I do not want to imagine her getting laid, Logan,” Jean said simply, voice implying all the horrible mental imagery that came with it.

“Please do not scar me for life.”

“I live to serve.” he said teasingly. “And you so know it’s true.” he accused.

“I cannot imagine why you insist on tormenting me so. I think I might have to retaliate when you least expect it,” Jean said, then scrunched her nose again.

“As for the other part...a reserved maybe.”

“You’d have to get your shit together in order to torture me.” he said with another grin. “And c’mon, you know damned well it’s true. Someone needs to plow the frozen Russian tundra.” he said with a snicker.

“I will be getting shit together...very soon. Very. Just you wait...and worry. And wait. It’ll be sneaky,” she said, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ears.

Then she made a face. “Yep...back to the mental scarring.”

“Besides, when it comes to horrific mental images, all I need to do is walk past the kiddie wing.” he said. “Some things should not be smelled. Or heard.” he said with a mock-shudder.

Jean laughed, at the moment sounding more like a giggle, which soon became punctuated with a snort.

“Oh God, especially after finals.”

Logan indulged in a shudder. “Kids will be kids.” he said with a shrug. “They’re not hurtin’ anything, so let’m get busy.” he said.

“After they graduate they can do what they want in the house, within reason. Before that, however, there are going to be at least some rules. I don’t want to add pediatrician to my list of duties," Jean said.

“Life lesson learned the hard way. And since some of these kids are, technically, kids, aren’t you already a pediatrician?” he asked her. “Or am I just fucking the terms up? Anyway.” he said with a shrug. “You need more sleep. I need beer.” he announced.

“I didn’t specialize in primarily children. I usually see 12 and above, not below,” she said.

It didn’t mean she wouldn’t give a check up to an infant but if they could avoid producing one by certain people avoiding other people’s rooms while naked, it’d be easier.

She rested her head on her pillow, continuing to watch him.

“I do owe you beer, yes.”

“Betcher ass you do. Get some rest, Red. Stop by later, make sure you’re not dead or drawing crazy four-dimensional prophecies of doom on the walls in crayon later. We try to keep that to the creepy kid who doesn’t sleep.” he joked.

“That’s how I was planning to spend my downtime,” she said. She was starting to sound more and more lucid, which was a good sign. Still tired as hell, though.

She was silent a moment, a smile on her face. “Bye Logan.”

Logan reached over to push some of her hair out of her ears. “Get well, Jeannie.” he told her, then turned to go.