Animal I am
And I'm looking for an answer just like you
I should know which way to turn
Animals - Coldplay
"Miscarriage," Charles Xavier stated as Ororo now slept.
Though he hadn't made a house call in nearly thirty years, he was at the cabin before Logan had properly given him directions. Logan now sat on the bed next to the sleeping Ororo, his head hanging low and his chest uncomfortably tight.
When Charles had finally made his way to the cabin, accompanied by Jean and Scott, they already knew the situation before Logan had had time to describe it. Ororo had gone into premature labor and being only three weeks pregnant, she miscarried. Painful as it was, it was bound to happen, Jean explained to a sullen Logan. The harm that Victor had caused on Ororo was almost beyond repair, physically and emotionally.
Scott had given Logan an approving nod when he looked at the bandages around her waist and stomach. Her left eye was still swollen completely shut and her lip was swollen and bruised but she was doing quite a bit better.
"A word?" Charles inclined his head to Logan, who was still looking as though the world was falling from underneath him. Though he wasn't very keen on leaving Ororo's side ... at all, Logan nodded and stood, slowly making his way out of the cabin behind Charles.
"Logan," his voice was soft so that the others could not hear, "I know right now you are very upset. I feel though, if you do not leave, things will only get worse for you."
Logan could only nod as Charles talked to him.
Charles sat down in the chair that Ororo and Logan had made love in weeks ago and looked up at him. "The farther you are away from this place, the better you can start fresh and new. It would not only be wise for her, but for you as well ... James."
His eyes darted to Charles and they stared into each other's eyes for what seemed hours.
"I know that you are a good man. There is no need to give me that expression," he added after seeing the look of complete shock on Logan's face. "What you fail to realize is that you are driving the car of a dead man that was stolen by another dead man. If you tried to drive Ororo to the airport, you both would be in jail before either of you could say the word love."
Logan perked his eyebrow at that.
"Luckily," he added, purposely ignoring Logan's expression, "my dear friend, a Detective Erik Lensherr, has been alerted immediately of the situation, thanks to my nephew, Scott." Logan looked over his shoulder at Scott, and his wife, Jean as they talked in hushed voices, all the while at Ororo's bedside. Logan couldn't help but a smile a little despite his current situation. Ororo did have a family, people that cared deeply about her, and for him that was the only thing that mattered.
She had known she was having a miscarriage long before he had even called Charles. In fact, she even told him in a sad voice that she was 'losing it'. At the time, when she had said it, he didn't know exactly what she meant. It wasn't until he had helped Jean undress her that he knew. It was one of the worst feelings he had ever felt in his life. The hatred of Victor rose but what was the point in hating a dead man?
"Logan?" Charles called him from his reverie and he turned back to face him once more.
"What about the car? I mean, we can't just dump it."
"No need to worry, my dear friend Kurt will be taking care of that."
"But 'Ro's still pretty banged up. I don't think she'll be up for a trip now."
"I will supply you with a jet that will get you safely to a lovely village in Brazil in South America. One of my homes there, you'll love it -"
"I have land in Canada!" Logan protested suddenly.
"Of course you do, dear fellow but you do not think that the police will not know this already? My friend Erik can only do so much."
Logan did not argue the issue any farther. Instead, he sat in a brooding silence. As though being able to read his mind, Charles smiled. "A jet will take you and Ororo to a villa I have. You will stay there for a few months. I assure you the death of an abusive, murderous drug dealer will be something celebrated here. Within the few months that you are there, you will be able to fly to Canada."
Finding another point to argue, Logan was interrupted by Charles lifting a hand to silence him. "We will have your passports there within a month."
Logan fell back against the chair and sighed. Well, damn. He looked at Charles and looked at Ororo. "You were the first person she said to call for." This was Logan's own way of saying that he, too, trusted Charles Xavier. After a strong moment of silence, Logan reached his hand out and Charles took it in his, shaking it.
Charles had insisted that they make a run for it as soon as they possibly could but Ororo put his fears aside and they spent the day before the pair made their journey to South America, sitting in the Xavier mansion sitting room and playing with baby Rachel.
"She looks just like you, Jean," Ororo told her with a smile, tossing the baby into the air, getting a giggle and a dribble of spit on her cheek. Ororo looked up at Jean and laughed, ignoring the look of concern Jean was now giving her. She had no idea why everyone watched over her like she were a small child. She really was all right.
Scott was sitting next to her, looking up adoringly at Rachel, tickling her every so often.
"Ororo," Jean watched her with a frown, "how come you didn't tell me about Victor?"
She lowered Rachel, who was now tugging at her hair. Parts of her body ached but thanks to the medicine Charles and Jean had supplied, things were progressing a lot better. She did not want anyone to think she was incapable of taking care of herself. She had done so for so long. Why should any of that change now? Rachel giggled loudly and Ororo smiled down at her.
"I didn't want you to worry about me," she answered honestly leaning down to kiss Rachel on the forehead.
"I can't wait to have children of my own," she smiled at little Rachel and handed her to Scott. Jean was about to apologize again for the recent situation with Victor but Ororo was saved the humiliation by the appearance of Charles and Logan.
Both of them were grinning and Ororo couldn't help but ask why they were smiling.
"Well, I just got all my savings," Logan held up his own black duffel bag and shook it. It seemed rather heavy but Ororo did not press the matter. "We can leave."
Just like that, they could leave. Ororo suddenly felt her stomach drop.
"Something the matter, Ororo?" Charles asked as if knowing exactly what she was going to say before she had even said it.
"I just came back to you. Granted, the reunion grim. I missed you all so much. I don't think I'm ready to leave."
"Oh, Ororo," Jean laughed and stood, only to stand next to her, "We can come and visit you. Trust me, I have always wanted to go to Brazil myself. It's going to be amazing. We can go out and let the sun bathe us while our children are playing in the sand." That had made Ororo smile a bit.
"You just wait and see, things are gonna' be great," Logan's strong hand had pressed against her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.
She looked up at Logan and nodded her head, giving him a small smile.
"Now, I think it is due time for dinner. My stomach is telling me that there is a lovely roast with my name on it." Charles patted his stomach and Ororo and Jean laughed. "Besides, Ororo, I promised Kurt and Kitty that you would be here for dinner. They have missed you a great deal."
