Sick as a Wolverine

Sick as a Wolverine: Part One

Authors listed in alphabetical order:

Anonymous Poster, Khaki, Loki, Lovecraft

This fan fiction was completed on the Wolverine and Jubilee story board. It is a round-robin story written by the authors listed above. Assume the standard disclaimer: We own nothing. Marvel, Fox, and Stan Lee own everything. The only personal gain we received was the pleasure of playing with these characters, returning them relatively unharmed. This story takes place towards the end of X-Men: The Movie. Please R & R.

Logan led them out of the med lab and into the elevator. Once they'd reached the first floor, he realized he had no idea where he was going. His entire sense of direction was thrown off by his stuffed nose. He couldn't just follow the kitchen scents like he had before.

"Ok, kid. *Cough, cough* Lead the way."

"Keep it down. We don't want the whole house knowing we're up," Jubilee chastized, then began to cough herself.

With an apologetic look, she pointed the way and they stumbled down the halls and into the kitchen like a drunken parade.

'Ok,' Jubes thought, looking through the fridge. 'Something that won't make me gag.'

"Ah ha!" Logan proclaimed, pulling out a six-pack. "Beer."

"Doncha think you should kinda wait on that until you're not puking every few hours?"

"Hey, I've got a sore throat and a cold beer will really help."

Jubes ignored him, continuing, "And getting drunk sure won't help your walking any. You can barely stay on your feet anyway. If you think I'm dragging your sorry butt back down to the med lab, then..."

"Ok, ok. I'll wait on the beer,"

Logan continued to look through the fridge, but he kept picking things like the steak and potatoes with sour cream that were left over from dinner.

'This guy has no idea how to eat with the flu,' Jubilee thought.

After digging around the kitchen, opening and shutting cupboards, and generally making all sorts of racket, and after Jubilee had basically commandeered the food selection responsibilities, they'd finally decided on their menu.

Six packs of Ginger ale and Coke, guaranteed by Jubilee to calm upset stomaches; Jello with whipped cream left over from dinner and a jar of cold applesauce, both very easy on sore throats; a loaf of bread, plain and boring, but it didn't make either of them queezy; and a new supply of popsicles.

"I'm starving, kid. I'm not sure this is enough."

"Trust someone who's been sick before. You'll be full alot sooner than you'd expect."



They finally made it back to the Med Lab quarantine room unnoticed. Logan used the torn sheet as a picnic blanket and placed it on the floor by the beds. They placed their "prey" between them and stared at the food for a few seconds.

"The're meltin', kid." noticed Logan, pointing at the popsicles.

"Argh! I'll put them in the med fridge." Which she did then sat back in front of the food. She grabed a can of Coke and took a cautious sip. No side effects. She picked up the bowl of Jello and decided to try some.

Logan opted for the bread and applesauce.

They sat and ate for a few minutes, all cautious as to the way their stomachs were reacting. Jubilee discarded the Jello and eyed the bread.

"Mine," he growled.

"All right! Anyway, all this stuff is absolutly tasteless! I'll try a popsicle."

After they had enough (and Jubilee was right, they had plenty and still too much), they stared in silence at the leftovers.

"You know... we should like, hide it somewhere? If Dr. Grey sees it, we're like dead. 'Sides, we might need it later." suggested Jubilee.

"That's the smartest thing I've ever heard you say."

"Hey, I beat you at it!"

The bickering continued, then turned into strategic-like discussion on the best spots to hide the provisions. Of course, the 4 remaining popsicles had to be kept in the med fridge. Same for the Jello. Coke and Ginger ale cans had to be hidden in the toilet reservoir. The bread got hidden under Jubilee's bed while the applesauce pot had been put in the plastic pan (which Jubilee made sure hadn't been used by Logan).

Logan managed to hide one half of the cut sheet under his pillow while Jubilee took charge of the other part.

"I think I'll have a nap before breakfast." announced Jubilee. Their little expedition to the kitchen had exahusted her.

Logan felt just the same and didn't argue. For once in a long time, he felt very sleepy. He laid back on his mattress and closed his eyes.

"Sleep well, Yogi-Bear."

"Can it."



Forty-five minutes later, Logan woke, sweaty and nauseous. He could hear Jubilee snoring lightly through her stuffy nose, peacefully asleep.

'Why did I have to eat all that bread?' he chastized himself. 'Should've stuck to the lighter foods like Jubes.'

Now he had to throw up again. For someone who'd never puked in his remembered life, he was sure learning to hate the sensation. How did all those supermodels do it? Why would anyone want to do this on purpose?

In fact, he was willing to pay quite handsomely right now if someone would come along and just throw up for him. He would stay in bed and just suddenly feel better while someone else took the abuse. That's the way it would be in a perfect world. Of course, it wasn't a perfect world, and as he lay there coughing, he felt it would just be better if he got up and got it over with.

Dragging himself into the bathroom, he made his way to the can, only to find that he couldn't do it. Now that he was here, it wouldn't come. Of course, as soon as he went and lied back down again, he'd feel different, so he stayed, resting his head on the cold porceline.

That's how Jean found him, sound asleep, when she came to check on her patients that morning.



Jean debated with herself. On one hand, she was a doctor and she'd sworn a hypocratic oath. On the other hand, it would be a great way to calm the surly patient down. 'And if I can get him to calm down and stay in bed, then he'll get better faster.' The thought, 'And he'll be out of my hair faster,' lingered in her mind. With decisive movements, Jean pulled out the one-time use polaroid camera and snapped a picture.

Logan slept on, his fingers curled around the seat of the toilet as a child might hold onto a favorite blankey.

'It really is an endearing picture. Maybe I'll show Rogue before Logan makes me burn it.' Jean smiled impishly and tucked the camera, with its endearing picture, into her labcoat.

That done, Jean moved to the sleeping man and lightly rubbed his shoulder. "Logan, wake up. Let's get you back into the bed."

Logan whimpered and brought the back of his hand up to his cheek to rub, his eyes squinting shut with the determination of a teen hoping for 'Just five more minutes, Mom'. Jean bit back the 'Awwww.' reflex.

"Logan, to bed. It'll be warmer."

The cajoling words seemed to penetrate the older man's deep sleep. He blinked up with bleary eyes, yawned, wrinkled his nose, and snuffled. "'Time is it?"

"Almost breakfast. I came down to ask if you guys thought you could keep a little oatmeal down." Jean smiled very reassuringly as she helped Logan up and got him to stagger back to his bed on the floor.

Logan just kinda tumbled onto the bed, seemingly thankful that it wasn't something he had to climb into. Climbing into a bed was just too much to handle right now. "I can eat." '...I think.'

"Need tissues." The petulant voice sounded from a rather tall lump on the bed one over.

Jean crossed the room and brought over a box of fresh Kleenex. "Here you go, Jubilee." A noncommital snuffle and a hand reaching for a tissue was her only answer.

Trying very hard not to smile, Jean reached over and patted the high point of the lump, where she expected Jubilee's head to be. The lump on the bed jumped and a head peeked out from under the sheets. "I'll thank you kindly to not touch m'butt, Dr. Grey." Jubilee's voice and expression contained shards of ice.

Jean blinked, her mouth dropping open in shock. "But..."

The blankets slid off of Jubilee's back to reveal Jubilee's odd sleeping position. She seemed to be on her knees, her arms curled under her body, and if Jean thought about it, she could see that the top of Jubilee's head had been flat on the mattress.

A snort came from Logan's bed.

Jean blinked some more.

Jubilee declared, "I'll eat oatmeal. With raisins. And Sprite. Thanks." Glaring further still, Jubilee grabbed the blanket's edge and pulled it back over her head.



Logan glared down at the bowl of oatmeal, seemingly saying, 'You don't hurt me, and I won't hurt you.'

He hadn't actually lost the bread he'd eaten in the wee hours of the morning, so he must be getting better, but he didn't want to push it. He took a small spoonful of the pastey substance and placed it in his mouth. It tasted like... well... hmm... it was actually tasteless. Plain, dull, and boring, but his stomach didn't complain. Of course, it hadn't complained until later before. He decided to focus on the Sprite he'd been given and not risk too much on the oatmeal. It was sweeter than he usually liked, and bubbly, but his stomach felt better for it.

Peeking around the divider, he could see Jubilee must be feeling much better. She was devouring her oatmeal with ravenous glee. Of course, she was sniffling, snorting, and blowing her nose all the way through the meal. He saw her sneeze once, with her mouth full of oatmeal. She obviously didn't want to sneeze it across the room, so she'd kept her mouth shut. The way her eyes bulged made him laugh so hard he coughed and choked for a full minute. Jean had come rushing in at his loud sounds of distress, but he couldn't catch a breath to tell her what had happened. Jubilee just gave him a deep scowl and went on with her breakfast.


He'd been napping through the morning, making up for his tiring kitchen excursion and uncomfortable porceline nap, when a shoe landed on his head and he shot up, instinctively slashing it to ribbons.

"Finally, you're awake."

"What'd you do that for?"

"You were snoring."


"Snoring. I swear, it was so loud you had the school's foundation rattling."

Logan sat up, ready to defend his noctural breathing abilities, when he realized his nose had betrayed him. "What the *$^@&$*!?!"


"My nose!"

Jubilee looked around the screen at the sniffling Wolverine. "Here, take some Kleenex," she said, tossing him a box. "Blow your nose."

"Uh... how?"

At her unbelieving expression, he added, "Hey, gimme a break. I've never been sick before."

"Ok, hold the Kleenex to your nose like so," Jubilee said, demonstrating with a tissue of her own. "Then close your mouth and blow out through your nose."

Logan did as he was told. "OW! My ears!"

"You don't blow that hard!" Jubilee instructed. "Try it again. Gently."



Jean came back to the quarantine to check on her patients and bring sweat pants and shoes to Logan. 'I can't bear to see him half naked anymore,' she thought.

Jubilee had eaten almost all of her oatmeal and a full can of Sprite. Her temperature seemed to be normal, and if not for ther constant sneezing, Jean Grey considered that the teenager could leave the med lab and now rest in her room.

Upon hearing that great news, Jubilee almost jumped out of her bed and started to gather her things.

"What about me?" inquired Logan.

"You have to stay here for now. You still have some fever, and I doubt you can keep your food down." answered Jean.

He growled. He didn't like it a bit. So he stood on his legs and grabbed the sweat pants, pulling them on.

"I'm outta here," he announced.

Jean stood firmly before him. "Oh no you don't. Doctor's orders." she stated.

"Well, tell your *doctor* where to put..." he cut in before he realized the doctor was actually Jean. Old habits...

"Logan... why don't you stop being so..." she started, not sure that the word *childish* could be used with him.

Logan glared at her. For Jean and for Jubilee, watching the exchange from the side of her bed, it was obvious he wouldn't take any opposition. But just as he bent to put his shoes on, his stomach revolted once again. Bad timing for his dignity, very bad timing. Knowing that he couldn't prevent it this time, and having no time to run to the bathroom, he grabbed the plastic pan and dutifully used it.

Jean didn't react and stood still, glaring at him with a I-told-you-so look.

Jubilee turned greenish but her stomach didn't react. She now wanted more than ever to run from this room.

Jean telekinetically offered a glass of water to Logan, whose first instinct had been to shatter it. He reluctancly took it and drank some, then sat back on his mattress.

"Get some rest, and we'll see how you're feeling tomorrow, O.K.?" bargained Jean.

Logan didn't answer, only a shrug of his shoulders conveyed his state of mind. Caged, he felt caged.

"Logan?" insisted Jean. "Are you all right?"

"Leave me alone." he grumbled. In fact, he felt almost defeated. Not by Jean, but his body had obviously let him down. And there was no need to parade around and show it to everyone.

"Hey, Wolveroonie, I'll stay with you, if you want. I mean, gee, we're so well treated here. One bathroom for two, that's more than what I get upstairs with all the girls. But you have to promise to stop snoring!" offered a petulant Jubilee.

As soon as she said it, she kinda regretted it. What had she just said? Volunteer to stay with that grumpy man? Wow.

But as soon as she met his red and feverish eyes, she thought she saw something very unexpected. Was it hope, or gratitude?

"Hey kid. I don't need no pity..." he started.

"Gee, will you listen to you, Macho Man? It's settled." she dropped her belongings on her bed and turned to a rather astonished Jean Grey. "But I need some stuff... I'll make you a list..."



As Jean was finishing Jubilee's list, and Logan had to admit that some of the items definitely had possibilities, Logan's worst nightmare became a reality and Scott Summers entered the room.

After giving Jean a peck on the cheek, he surveyed the wreckage of the room. "Hey, Jubes, Logan. I was sorry to hear you guys were sick. Anything I can do to help?"

"Here, honey," Jean said, handing him the list before Logan could respond. "Could you pick these things up for Jubilee?"

"Sure," Scott said and left.

Logan was stunned. No petty remarks or witty comments about his illness. No jabs or pithy reminders of his vaunted healing factor letting him down. Why wasn't Cyke being a dick? The only conclusion he could draw was that he was a lot sicker than he thought.

"Jeanie, tell me straight. I'm dying aren't I."

Jean looked at him in confusion and then burst out in laughter. "No, Logan, you're not dying. Scott can be nice when he wants to be. C'mon, lie down and relax," she said tucking him in on the mattress. "I'll get you another one of these," she said picking up the plastic pan.

The pan felt unusually heavy in her hands and she dared a peek at its contents. There was a glass jar half full of applesauce that had definitely not come from Logan's stomach.

"What's this? Applesauce?"

She watched as Jubilee and Logan both donned angelic expressions of innocence, or as close as you could get when you were guilty as sin.

"I suppose this has something to do with the popsicles and jello I found in my specimen freezer." She noticed the exchanged glances of the co-conspirators. "Ok, where's the rest of it."

"Oh, c'mon, Dr. Grey," Jubilee spoke up. "It was the middle of the night, and we were hungry. We didn't take anything you shouldn't eat with the flu."

"You're quarantined. That means you don't leave the med lab."

"But we didn't see anyone."

"That doesn't matter. It's the principle of the thing."

"Ok, can we keep the stash, well everything but the applesauce, if we promise not to do it again?"

"I'll think about it."



"T'was a close one, huh, Dr. Grey?" Jubilee suddenly asked.

Jean turned from the counter where she was working and looked at Jubilee, puzzled. "I beg your pardon?"

"Yeah right. Like you wanted Scooty to see you near a half-naked Mister Universe. Good thing you brought the man some clothes. Not that it was that annoying... er... I mean..." Jubilee pretended that she had to sneeze, which would cover her blushing face.

"Jubilee. First, I ask you to not refer to Scott with such nickname..." started Jean, not quite mad.

"Hey! Tarzan here can call him all names he wants... Lemme think..." she cut in. "Scooter, One-Eye..."

"That's enough, Jubilee," warned Jean, although she was a bit curious at the nicknames Logan had for her boyfriend.

"Oh, and most of all, dick." finished Jubilee.

A low growl from the floor by Logan's bed made sure Jubilee stopped. Not that she was impressed by it, but if she had to stay in there, {gee, I voluntered???} she shouldn't piss him off.

Jean shrugged and dismissed that discussion. Before leaving, she went to the bathroom to deal with the used plastic pan. She disappeared in the bathroom. Silence fell on the room.

"Huh... Mister?" Jubes asked.

"*grrrl* What?!"

"I was thinking... I'll never be a doctor. Gee, Dr. Grey having to clean your mess..." She stopped. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed.

"What now?"

"You think she'll have to use the toilet???" she almost yelled.

But too late, a more piercing and indignate scream came out of the bathroom, water already running from under the closed door a few seconds after the toilet had been flushed.

"O.K. We're like, even more than dead now, man." Jubilee blankly stated, looking for an emergency exit.

The bathroom door suddenly opened and a very angry Jean Grey appeared in the room.



"I'm... wet!" Jean Grey was enraged, but managed to sound like nothing more than a petulant child.

Jubilee stifled a giggle.

Logan stifled dirty thoughts.

Jean began turning several shades of red.

With as much dignity as her water-logged form could allow, Jean sloshed her way to the intercom. Each step she made induced an obscene 'splooch' from her sensible -if soaked- tennis shoes. "Professor?"

There was silence for a moment. Logan and Jubilee eyed each other, wondering if the good doctor was ordering an execution.

"Yes, Jean?"

Jean tightened her hand on the pan she was carrying. It bent. "It seems that the bathroom facilities in the Med Bay aren't functioning properly."

There was another moment of silence. "I see. I'll call in a plummer."

Tension radiated from Jean's body and her words sounded forcibly calm. "I suggest moving Mr. Logan and Ms. Lee to different room, where there are functioning bathrooms."

"Of course, Jean. As you see fit. Xavier out."

Jean flipped the intercom off and turned back to her two patients. "I am going to go to my room and change." Jean makes a slight jerking motion to her (more than slightly) damp pants and shoes. "When I come back, this room will be cleaned, and you will be ready to move."

Jean then turned to the door and walked out with as much dignity as her splootching shoes would allow her.

Jubilee and Logan turned to each other, opened their mouths, and began to laugh. They continued to laugh until a coughing fit overtook them and they were forced to relearn how to breathe.



With magazines, TV, and discman in hand, they followed a dry, but still angry, Jean Grey to the next room over. This room was set up with four beds instead of two, had a 25" TV/VCR combo attached to the wall and the bathroom came with a shower/bath.

"You've been holding out on us, Red," Logan said with a sneeze.

"No, actually, some of the younger children were staying in here before. They're probably who you caught the flu from, Logan. As you can see, the younger children left the room in exactly the same condition as they found it. Hopefully, the *older children* can do the same."

"That's not fair," Jubes replied. "You can't blame us for the toilet breaking."

"Yeah," Logan said, with a tired sigh as he discarded his things on the bedside table and stretched out on his new bed. All he felt like doing was sleeping for days. Of course, he'd settle for a few undisturbed hours.

"Hey, y'all," a familiar voice called from the doorway. "Ya switched rooms."

"Hey, Rogue. Yeah, we're moving up in the world."

"Mr. Summers asked me to bring you this stuff."

"Great," Jubilee answered, when she saw the equipment in Rogue's arms. "Hook up the Sega machine to the TV and let's play."

After getting the equipment connected and loading Tomb Raider, Jubes called over to Logan. "Hey, get up. I wanna show you how to play this game."

The only response was a snort and a loud snore.

"Well, I still wanna play. Rogue, can I challenge you to a game."

"Sure, sugah."



Logan tossed about restlessly, trying hard not to slice the damn Sega console in two. He already felt better, and if he could only sleep, he was sure he would be completely over with that flu.

The girls continued to occassionally shout and continually giggle. It was becoming more and more of a challenge to not jump the noisy video game. If at least the gals would watch a good ol' hockey game, that would be acceptable.

But no, they continued to play, and it sounded as if the noise gradually became worse.

Having had enough, and before he could do something harsh, he stood and grabbed his blanket and pillow, walking to the bathroom like a kid with his best friend-blanky.

The girls got distracted and looked at him, puzzled.

"Where you going?" asked Rogue.

"Yeah, like, you're NOT gonna sleep in the bathroom, hey? We might need it, ye know."

"?&%?$*&" came as the only answer as the bathroom door slammed shut. A distinctive *click* announced that the door was locked.

Jubilee shrugged and grinned at Rogue. "I'll beat you!"

And the game resumed.

Finally, after a few feverish seconds, Logan settled in his new makeshift den, in the bath.

Almost at the same instant, a sneezing fit could be heard in the main room; it wasn't Jubilee though.



~Logan! Out of the bathroom!~

Logan jumped as both the voice echoed in his head and the locked door suddenly slammed inward.

Within three minutes, Logan realized two very important details. First, Doctor Jean Grey had broken the bathroom door. Second, Doctor Jean Grey wasn't nearly so gorgeous hunched over a toilet while losing her lunch.

Rogue and Jubilee got up from their place in front of the television and stood in the bathroom's doorway with the hastily moved Logan. Rogue's eyes were wide as she queried, "But Ah thought you got the vaccine?"

Jubilee was slightly more helpful. She went to the sink and filled a glass of water for the still toilet-hugging Jean. "See, that's why I didn' bother with a shot. Those're only fifty-percent accurate, dontcha know. Flu shots are just educated guesses about what might be coming six months in the future."

Jean gurgled her thanks as she took the water.



Logan had returned to the main room and climbed back on his bed. He watched Jean join them a few minutes later from the bathroom.

"So who's gonna take care of us now?" Jubilee asked. "If the flu shot doesn't work, Rogue's the only one that probably won't get sick, and she's no doctor."

"Call... Professor." Jean groaned.

Rogue activated the wall intercom and informed the professor of the situation.

"I'll contact an associate of mine. I'm sure he'd be willing to help. He should arrive within a few hours."

"A few hours," Jubilee whined. "What about lunch?" Now that she was no longer nauseated, she was starving. Jean and Logan just groaned.

"I'll get ya lunch, Jubes," Rogue answered. "What should I get for them?"

"Jean won't want anything, trust me, so ice water'll be fine. Umm, Logan hasn't had much luck with food. Hey, what are those things they feed pregnant women when they're nauseated?"

"Jubes..." Logan warned with a growl/cough.

"Saltines," Rogue answered. "You'll like 'em, sugah. They're dull and boring, and not too heavy. They should work fine."

As Rogue left, Jubilee returned to the Sega game. She got about 30 seconds into it when the plug was telekinetically pulled from the wall. "Hey!"

There were advantages to having a sick telekinetic on your side. Logan smiled and rolled over to finally get some sleep.


He couldn't remember what he'd been dreaming about, but the bright light in his eyes brought him jarringly back to full wakefulness. Snapping his eyes open, he saw a blue-haired giant, leaning over him with a small pen-light. Growling, he rolled off the bed away from the creature, lost his footing, and fell in a heap on the floor. The pain shooting through his skull at the sudden movement, left him clutching his head in agony. He wished at that moment that the blue-haired beast was an enemy attacking the school, just so he could be put out of his misery. No such luck.

"So sorry to startle you. My name is Doctor Henry McCoy. Professor Xavier requested my services while Dr. Grey is indisposed."

Logan tried to groan, but that just made his head hurt worse. It was like someone had put spikes through his skull just to the side of either eye and was twisting them and scrambling his brains. No, it was like he was wearing a steel hat five-sizes too small and the metal was crushing his head in a band from his forehead around. He could feel every beat of his heart reflected in the pounding of his head as someone rhymically tightened and loosed the steel hat. Every movement of his body, every noise, every glimpse of the world around him hurt. He just wanted to stay in a dark room with no sound, never moving for the rest of his life.

Dr. McCoy easily picked Logan up and placed him back on his bed. Logan would probably have been surprised at the strength the Doctor exhibited if he had been paying attention to anything but his own agony. Grabbing the pillow from behind his head, Logan covered his face, rubbing at his forehead, trying to soothe the ache.

"Oh, dear. Given your symptoms and past history, I must conclude that you have what is commonly referred to as a sinus headache."

Logan didn't care what it was called. He just wanted it to go away.

Dr. McCoy returned to his bedside after a minute with a pill and a glass of water. "This decongestant/anti-histamine medication should alleve the worst of your symptoms."

Logan removed the pillow, took the pill, and quickly resumed his position, blocking out the world.



Jubilee was pleasantly surprised that Logan managed to fall asleep and stay asleep for so long. He'd taken the antihistamines and slept the sleep of the honking goose straight through dinner.

Well, to be fair, he had stopped honking somewhere around eleven at night, much to Jubilee's relief and much to Jean's frayed nerve's relief. Jubilee was fairly certain Jean had been two minutes away from telekinetically shoving a- well, let's just say the Great Wolverine had been very close to getting his temperature taken in the unpleasant way.

To Jubilee's further relief, Jean managed to keep down some NyQuil and was now, at just a little after midnight, asleep.

Hank, the fuzzy blue doctor the Professor had sent in, was real fun. He gave her a lollipop (which didn't rebel with her still slightly twitchy stomach) and played Scrabble with her while waiting for 'their' patients to settle in for the night.

Once Jean finally went down, Hank nodded to Jubilee. Jubilee sighed and went to her bed to curl down and get some rest. She'd had a long day and although she was feeling better, she was nowhere near a hundred percent.

Hank smiled as his energetic 'nurse' fell asleep moments after her head hit the pillow.


Jubilee awoke to the sound of someone pathetically retching into the toilet next door. Her empty stomach twitched in sympathy... or hunger. It was too early to figure out the signals her body was sending out.

Logan, in the bed one over, sat up and blinked. 'Heeeey...' He sniffed. Then blinked. He sniffed again, just to make sure. 'I HAVE A NOSE! ...Someone should really close the bathroom door. That smell is nasty.'

Logan hopped out of his bed and stretched, his body feeling great. His healing factor must have kicked back in. Jubilee jumped out next to him and grinned, noticing by how he wasn't hunched over and whimpering that he was feeling better.

The toilet was flushed.

Jubilee went to go see if Jean was okay when she realized that the bed closest to the bathroom was moaning. Jean's red head poked out from beneath her covers and she groaned, sounding for all the world like a bleating goat.

Logan turned to the bathroom in surprise. Rogue, in all her skunk-striped glory, opened the door. She looked a shade only slightly off from the pale-green walls.

Jubilee went to her bed, pulled down the covers, and motioned for Rogue to climb in. Shivering as the cold floor sent frozen vibes up her legs, Rogue moved to the bed, got in, and was firmly tucked down. A box of tissues went right next to her head.

"Me n' Logan'll just go on up to the kitchen and get you n' Dr. Jean some juice, 'kay?" Rogue nodded at Jubilee and sniffled pitifully.

Logan went to the door and held it open for Jubilee, then walked himself out and closed the door.

They had almost made it to the kitchen when they heard Scott Summers ask, in his most chilly of voices, "Would you happen to know how the plumber came to remove cans of Ginger Ale and Coke from the toilet tank in the Med Bay?"


The End