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One-Way Ticket On A Runaway Train	By : Karen Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Marie Views: 16062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next morning Logan woke up before Rogue and lay there just watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful. They'd made love last night and it had been tender and gentle. Logan realized he hadn't given so much as a passing thought to the fact that Rogue had Scott's child growing inside of her. Maybe he could make this work, he thought as he reached out to brush a platinum lock of hair off her cheek. Rogue stirred and opened one sleepy eye.

"Morning, darlin'," Logan said, as he leaned down and gave her a light kiss.

"Hi," Rogue said, more as a sigh.

"Sleep good?" Logan asked.

"Wonderfully. You're a heck of a snuggler, sugar."

"Yup, that's me........snuggler extraordinaire. Just don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Don't worry, Logan, ah won't ruin your badass reputation," Rogue giggled.

"Ya gonna go see Hank this morning? Let him check ya over?"

"Yes, and ah've gotta go talk ta Scott, too. God, ah'm not looking forward ta *that* conversation."

"Do you want me to be there with ya, when you talk to Scott? 'Cause I can, if ya want me to. Ya know ........for support and shit."

"Logan, that's real sweet of ya'll, but ah think ah better talk ta him by mahself. Ah appreciate the offer, though. Ah do. Really."

"If it gets mad, can I kick his ass?" Logan joked.

"Sugar, he gives me any grief and ah'll do it mahself," Rogue chuckled.

"While you shower, I'll run down to the kitchen and get us some coffee. Oh, wait. Caffeine's probably no good for the baby. I'll get you some juice instead."

With that Logan shifted off the bed and pulled on a pair of sweats. Leaning over to give Rogue another quick kiss, he told her he'd be right back.

Rogue forced herself out of the bed, went into the bathroom and started the shower. Stripping naked, she turned to contemplate herself in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Running her hands over her still flat stomach, she wondered how Logan would feel once it became more apparent that there was a baby growing in there - Scott's baby. She shuddered at the anticipation of the conversation she would be having with Scott shortly.

How would he take the news? Would he be happy to be having a child - even if it wasn't with Jean? Or would he be angry that Rogue's news would damage his recently repaired relationship with Jean? Rogue had always expected that one day she'd have to divulge the news of the baby, she just hadn't planned on it being quite this soon.

Fifteen minutes later, Rogue came out of the bathroom wrapping a towel around her freshly shampooed hair to find Logan was already setting up a small continental breakfast on the desk. He turned and handed her a large glass of orange juice.

"Vitamin C," he announced.

Rogue just smiled at him. "You're funny, Logan."

"What? I just wanna make sure ya take care of yourself, that's all," he replied.

Rogue kissed him on the cheek. "And ah appreciate it."

"I ran into Scott in the kitchen. He asked if you were okay."

"What did ya tell him?" Rogue asked hesitantly.

"I told him you were fine. None the worst for wear and that you'd probably catch up with him later. I didn't mention anything about where I found you working..... or anything else," he said as he nodded his head toward her stomach.

"Oh. Good. Look, Logan......ah'd just as soon nobody knows about mah little stint as 'Lolita', okay?"

"Not a problem. My lips are sealed," Logan promised.

"Well, not sealed too tight that ah can't give ya a real thorough kissing now," Rogue replied cheekily.

Logan responded by taking her in his arms, bending her backwards in an exaggerated dip and planting a big wet kiss on her. At first, Rogue giggled against his mouth and then returned the kiss with equal abandon. The 'talk' with Scott got delayed another hour as they fell onto the bed again.

~*~*~*

Rogue was in luck, Jean was working at the Salem Center Hospital this morning as part of the Professor's community relations' program and wasn't in the medlab. Therefore, it wouldn't be necessary to make excuses about why Rogue didn't want her present while Hank was giving her a supposedly routine check-up.

Changing into a hospital gown, Hank asked if Rogue would like to have Scott come down to the medlab.

"Why? Ah thought ah'd just tell him about the baby later. Ah didn't think he'd wanna be here while ya poked around," Rogue said.

"Well, it's just that we should be able to hear the baby's heartbeat and I just thought that Scott might appreciate being able to experience that as well," Hank replied.

"Oh. Guess ah never thought about that."

"He may wish to participate in some or even most aspects of this pregnancy. Am I to presume that you haven't given this exposition much contemplation?" Hank inquired.

"Try none. Ah guess ah just figured Logan would be the one experiencing this with me. Ah never thought about Scott's involvement beyond his initial *contribution* to the situation," Rogue answered honestly.

"Well Scott is the father, not Logan. After I perform the exam, I believe that we should invite Scott to join us. You can have your dissertation with him, and then we can monitor the heartbeat."

"Okay. Ah guess that'll work," Rogue acquiesced.

Hank performed the routine pre-natal exam and asked Rogue the standard questions. Yes, she'd had the pregnancy confirmed three weeks ago by a blood test at the Planned Parenthood in Phoenix. Yes, she was already taking pre-natal vitamins. Yes, she was eating healthy foods, drinking lots of water and juice and had eliminated caffeine. No, she wasn't smoking, drinking alcohol or doing drugs.

Satisfied with everything, Hank informed Rogue it was now time to bring Scott down to the medlab. Hank called Scott on the house phone and asked him to come down to the lab to pick up something for Jean. Not questioning it any further, Scott walked through the medlab's door five minutes later. He walked over and gave Rogue a slightly awkward hug. He was surprised when Hank excused himself and Scott found himself alone with Rogue. Turning to Rogue, he gave her a puzzled look.

"Ah'm afraid that Hank called ya down here on false pretenses. Ah needed to talk to ya," Rogue started to say.

"Is something wrong? Something you don't know how to tell Logan about?" Scott asked.

"No, it's not like that. Ah needed to talk to ya and ah just thought here would be more private."

"So, how are you?" he inquired innocently.

"Ah'm fine. Ah guess this is kinda weird, isn't it?"

"Kinda. I wish you hadn't just run off like that. I can't tell you how bad I felt about causing you to do that."

"It wasn't yer fault, Scott. Ah just overreacted. Ah didn't mean ta make ya feel guilty."

"Look. Let's just forget about assigning blame. We needed each other that night. What we did wasn't this horrible, sinful thing that was a sign of the impending apocalypse. It was two friends reaching out to each other in a time of mutual need. I'm not sorry it happened, Rogue."

"Well, ya maybe in about thirty seconds," Rogue warned.

"Oh. Why?" Scott asked, completely miffed.

"Because ah have a little *souvenir* of our night together. Scott, ah'm pregnant."

Scott staggered backward slightly and slumped into the nearest chair.

"Ah'm sorry. Ah didn't mean ta just blurt that out. Ah just didn't wanna beat around the bush. Ah know yer stunned right now. Believe me, ah sure as hell was when ah first found out."

Scott just sat there silently with a stunned look on his face.

"Scott, say something," Rogue implored.

"Are you sure it's mine?"

"Say something else. Something better."

"Oh, God, Rogue, I'm sorry. I realize how that must've sounded. I didn't mean to imply that.......that...........shit, I'm sorry."

"Well, ah wasn't with anyone else between the time ah was with ya and when ah found out ah was pregnant. So ta answer yer question, yes ah'm sure it's yer baby. First Logan questions the baby's paternity........."

"Logan knows?" Scott interrupted.

"Yes, Logan knows and so far he seems okay with it and ah'd like it ta stay that way. So we're gonna have ta make some decisions 'bout how all this is gonna be handled."

"Handled? In what way do you mean handled?" Scott asked.

"Well, we have Logan and Jean ta consider and how all this is gonna effect them and our relationships with them. Plus, eventually we'll have ta decide the baby's last name and custody arrangements. But fer right now, we need ta decide how involved ya wanna be in this pregnancy."

Scott still stunned from the shock of the initial news, was trying to process all this information.

"Involved -- as in playing the quintessential 'father-to-be'?"

"Something like that, ah guess. For example, Hank said we should be able ta hear the baby's heartbeat by now and he thought ya might like ta be here, too."

"I think I'd like that. Can we discuss the rest later? After I've had time to absorb it a little more? You did kinda surprise me there... just a little."

"Of course, Scott. Why don't ya go get Hank and tell him we're ready now."

When Hank returned, Rogue lay back down on the examination table and he proceeded to skim the fetal monitor over her stomach. Moments later Hank turned up the instrument's volume and a soft rhythmic 'thumping' noise filled the quiet room as two pairs of eyes opened wide with wonder. Hank checked his watch as he counted the beats per minute. Nobody said a word, not wanting to disturb the magical moment. A small smile crept over the faces of all three of the room's occupants.

"Wow. There's really a baby in there," Scott finally said.

"Ya thinking ah was pulling ya leg?" Rogue asked jokingly.

Scott reached out and ran his hand gently over Rogue's stomach.

"My baby. My son or daughter," he said in awe.

"The 142 beats per minute suggest a boy," Hank started to explain, "The normal fetal heart rate is anywhere from 138 to 165 beats per minute. The higher the rate, the conjecturable it is for a female child, the lower the rate insinuates a male off-spring. Of course, several readings would evidence a more judicious conclusion."

"My son," Scott said as he continued rubbing slow circles on Rogue's stomach.

At that moment, Logan walked into the medlab and witnessed the intimate moment between Scott and Rogue.

Logan cleared his throat loudly and Scott snatched his hand away from Rogue's stomach as if it had suddenly become burning to the touch. Looking in Logan's direction, Scott was met with a scorching glare that had him deciding to make himself scarce immediately. Saying a polite good-bye to Rogue and Hank, Scott quickly headed for the exit. Unfortunately, this took him right past Logan who growled at Scott, low enough that Rogue or Hank couldn't hear. Scott, however, got the message loud and clear - "Keep your hands off."

"We just heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time," Rogue announced, "Would ya like Hank ta run the monitor over mah stomach again, so ya can hear it, too?"

"Guess so," Logan said in a dejected voice, "Not the same as hearing it for the first time with you, though."

"Ah'm sorry, sugar. Ya know ah didn't exclude ya purposely?"

"Yeah, I know. It's okay. Fire it up, Hank or whatever ya gotta do to it. Lemme hear the little munchkin."

Hank ran the monitor back over Rogue's stomach and once again the room was filled with the soft rhythmic thumping of the baby's heartbeat. Logan let out a small smile at the miraculous noise and leaned down to press a kiss to Rogue's stomach.

"We'll do the first ultrasound in a month, Rogue," Hank informed her.

"Logan, will ya be here with me when that's done?" Rogue asked.

Logan knew she was offering him compensation for missing out on hearing the heartbeat for the very first time and not being a fool, took her up on her generous offer.

"Course, darlin'. Wouldn't miss it for the world," he replied as he leaned down to brush a kiss against her soft lips this time.

"Good. Wait for me while ah get dressed?" she asked as she sat up.

Logan suddenly had a wicked smile plastered on his face.

"What?" Rogue asked with a giggle.

"Oh. Just thinking it would be a waste of time getting redressed...... for what I have planned for you for the rest of the morning."

"Logan! Why, ah'm shocked," Rogue then grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close so she could whisper in his ear, "Ah'm also turned on as hell. However, ah can't go traipsing through the halls of the mansion half-naked."

"Damn, guess that means I'll just have to re-strip you once we get back to our room," he whispered back as his lips brushed against her neck.

Rogue pulled on her clothes, said a hasty good-bye to Hank and was dragging Logan out of the medlab in record time.

Back in their room, Logan made good on his promise. After rapidly divesting himself of his own clothes, he stripped her of her clothing tantalizingly slow, driving her mad with desire. When he finally had her completely naked, he proceeded to drop hot kisses all over her. Lavishing attention on erogenous zones that included the inside bend of her arms, the back of her knees all the way down to her lower calves and ankles, behind her ears and on the pulse points on her neck, the valley between her breasts and of course, her inner thighs. Rogue then returned the favor by exploring Logan's magnificent physique with her mouth. They spent an hour just on this exquisite foreplay before passionately joining their bodies together in perfect harmony.

Wrapped around each other as they cuddled after, Logan realized that he'd never felt this way about any other woman and he'd momentarily pushed aside any thoughts of the events of earlier that morning. Rogue was *his* and he had nothing to fear from Scooter. Even so, he possessively pulled Rogue in even tighter as she nestled securely against his chest.

~*~*~*

Meanwhile, downstairs in the kitchen, Scott was fixing himself a sandwich for lunch when Jean returned from her shift at the hospital.

"So, what did you do this morning?" she asked, unaware of what he was about to answer.

"I saw Rogue. Logan brought her back late last night," Scott began.

"She okay?" Jean asked politely.

"Yeah, seems to be. Hank's already given her the once over."

Jean just nodded as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"So did you two reminisce about the last time you saw each other?" Jean asked with a hint of bitterness in her tone.

Apparently she was still nursing a grudge and hadn't forgiven him as much as she'd pretended. This was going to be even more difficult than he'd originally anticipated. Scott gritted his teeth and proceeded cautiously.

"No, Jeannie, we didn't *reminisce*. I've told you a hundred times, it wasn't like that between us."

"Oh, yes. That's right she was just a convenient fuck. I'm sure she'd find that piece of news very comforting."

"It wasn't like that either, Jeannie."

"Well, make up your mind, Scott. Either she was a it-coulda-been-anyone-I-wasn't-being-picky screw or you had feelings for her. Just do me a favor, pick one and stick with it already."

"It doesn't matter what I say, 'cause I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't."

"Well, you made your bed, or hers as the case may be, now lie in it."

"Jeannie, I thought we'd settled all this. I thought we'd agreed to put this behind us and move on."

"Yes, well it was easier to do that when your mistress wasn't right here under the same roof."

"She's not my mistress and you're totally blowing this out of proportion."

"Am I now? So what exactly did you discuss during this little reunion this morning?"

"She brought someone back with her from Phoenix."

"She brought back a boyfriend? I know Logan didn't plan on that contingency. I'll bet he's pissed," Jean scoffed.

"No, not a boyfriend. She's pregnant," Scott stated simply.

Jean's eyes went wide. "Pregnant? I guess she wasn't pining for either you or Logan after all."

"She claims she hasn't been with anyone since she left," Scott replied.

"Scott, obviously she's lying. How else could she have gotten pregnant? Immaculate conception?" Jean let out a snort and added, "'Cause if that's what she's claiming, I'm calling the Vatican and then the Guinness Book Of Records."

"She was already pregnant when she left," Scott said quietly.

"How can that be possible? She wasn't with anyone but yo............." The realization hit Jean, she dropped the coffee mug she was holding and it shattered on the stone floor splashing coffee everywhere.

"Oh my God. Oh my God," Jean muttered numbly.

Scott went to reach out to her, but she jerked away from him sharply.

"How could you have been so stupid not to have worn a condom?" she snapped.

"I told you it just happened. We didn't plan it. I don't carry any in my wallet and I didn't think about stopping and going on a 'condom hunt'."

"No, because if you'd stopped for ten whole seconds, you might've contemplated what you were actually about to do! But, noooo, you had to just plunge right ahead consequences be damned. Now look at the results. So Scott, are you mortified or proud-as-peacock that you managed to knock someone up?"

"Jeannie, please.........." Scott started to say.

"Don't you dare - Jeannie, please - me! Don't you dare!" she screamed at him.

"Getting mad won't change things," Scott said calmly.

"What do you suggest I do, Scott? I know, how about an I'm-so-happy-my-fiance's-gotten-someone-else-pregnant little dance? Wonder where you could buy the sheet music for that one? This isn't some really bad country song here, this is our life."

"I realize that this comes as a shock to you. I understand and validate your feelings, I really do."

"You realize it's a shock? You understand and validate my feelings?" Jean said sarcastically, "How'd you like it, if the situation was reversed? If it was me who'd had a casual one-night stand with Logan, and it was me who was pregnant with his child? How'd you feel then, Scott? Would you take the news calmly? What the hell, you're just having a child with someone else. It's not like you betrayed me or anything."

"You were in the Bahamas with that asshole doctor. Probably doing the exact same thing as I was doing with Rogue. So how dare you point fingers and accuse me of betraying you. You were the one who dumped me. Rather callously, if you remember correctly," Scott shot back.

That bit of truth stopped Jean dead in her tracks. He was right. The only distinction between what they'd done was that she hadn't returned with a permanent memento of her affair.

"You're absolutely right, Scott. Except the difference is, I didn't expect you to live under the same roof as Joshua. I didn't expect you to have to see him everyday or to live with a very real, constant reminder."

"This is Rogue's home, too. We'll just have to work it out. Come to some kind of arrangement we can all live with."

"Have you seen Logan? What did he have to say to you about all this?"

"I saw him briefly in the medlab. He just growled at me as I walked past him. I wisely decided that it probably wasn't a good time to discuss anything."

"No shit. You're lucky you came away from that encounter without an important body part sliced off. He must be behaving himself for Rogue's sake. You'd better hope your luck holds."

"Well, like it or not he's gonna have to deal with me."

"He won't give her up without a fight," Jean warned.

"It's not Rogue I want. It's the ba........" Scott stopped himself.

"Go ahead and say it, Scott.........the baby."

"Damnit, Jean. It *is* my baby and yes, forgive me, but I wanna be a part of its life," Scott snapped, finally starting to lose his temper.

"And its mother? Do you also want to be a part of her life, too? I can guarantee you that Logan didn't spend all that effort tracking her down just for you."

"I told you it's not Rogue I want. She's in love with Logan. Always has been. Even when we..........."

"Conceived the little bastard?" Jean finished for him.

"Jean! That's enough!" Scott shouted.

"I'm sorry, Scott. From now on I'll only refer to it as your 'love child'. Will that work for you?" Jean retorted sarcastically.

"You know what? That's fine, Jean. Go ahead. Lash out at me all you want. Get it all out of your system now, cause I don't want you being a complete bitch around Rogue. She doesn't deserve this."

"Well, what does she deserve? I think she's pretty much out of the running for Virgin-of-the-Year."

"What's wrong with you, Jean? You were never this nasty, not even during your worst case of PMS."

"What's wrong with me, Mr. Moral? You were the one who screwed and impregnated one of your students. Maybe I'm being a bitch because you've apparently turned into a pedophile."

"She's legal!" Scott shot out.

"Barely. She's still just a child, Scott. A child you molested for your own pleasure."

"You've never liked Rogue and you use every opportunity to attack her. You need to get over it, Jean, because you're just humiliating yourself."

Just then Storm strolled into the kitchen, effectively bringing the argument to an immediate halt. The tension in the room was palpable.

"Hey, guys. Wow, you both look so serious. Who died?" she asked jokingly.

"Apparently, the rabbit," Jean replied.
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