randomplaces | Bloody Wagner's universe. New York city. Seven months after the last WOT thread.

Joy looked wearily at the television camera that was pointed at her. "I'm nae a hero. Zer vas vork t'be done, 'n sae I did vhat I could. T' heroes're the volk who've vorked vith me. Ye maun speak wi' zem i' ye vanna speak tae heroes. Guten Tag."

Ignoring the babble of questions from the reporters who'd come to the private interview, she twitched her ears at her lieutenants and then slipped away through the back door. It was too much effort now for her to leap, or even to fly to the roof of the building, so she pressed the button on her image inducer that would leave her invisible and walked to where she could see the river.

It had been seven months since she'd seen her home, and a niggling little voice at the back of her head hinted that she might see it nevermore; that her time there was done. That hurt, but not as much as her uncertainty concerning her husband. Some part of her mind pointed out the fact that he'd been working with both mutant and X negative, and even told her about working with the X-Men. But those were lost in the wild certainty that something was wrong; that she had to stay away from him and from the X-Men. She'd always been careful to tell her lieutenants that there was a difference between enemies and idiots, lest her actions start the wrong kind of hostility.

She'd seen Kurt several times over the passing months, and always assured him that she loved him. But he'd always tried to catch her; seemed to want to stop her from her work. It had finally gotten to the point where she would no longer let him touch her....

She looked out over the sluggish water, pushing her wind-blown hair away from her face with one grey-brown hand, and tried to remember what she'd just been thinking about.

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Something warm and strong snuggled against his palm, the baby's heat radiating through Joy's cooling skin. So close to birth and so weakened, she was falling prematurely into the coma that Feen women experienced after birth.

Tears started to fall down his cheeks as he continued to pray, Hank working quickly to do what he could, praying the indution would work.

It... wasn't going to. But there was one thing that could cut through Feen skin.

Adamantium.

Hank reported these grim findings to Kurt, who stared at him agahst.

"He vill vant zem dead though," he said, crying softly.

-I won't let that happen, Kurt. And I doubt Logan would do so,- Xavier said. -He just volunteered for the job.-

Joy's breathing faltered, and the baby suddenly panicked at the change in her heartbeat and started fighting against the weak contractions that continued.

Logan appeared a moment later, popping a claw.

"Move back," he said.

"Nien!" Kurt threw himself in front of his wife and child. Logan's gaze hardened.

"I ain't gonna hurt yer pup," he said. "I swear it. Move."

Kurt blinked and let Hank haul him away.

And now her friendly hand was gone! The baby stopped fighting and curled small, aware that something was wrong, but too young to understand anything else.

Logan approached Joy, snffed, then sighed.

"I'm sorry," he said gruffly, then started to cut into her carefully, a moment later moving to let Hank extract the unharmed child.

"Vat of Joy?" Kurt gasped.

She still held tenaciously to life, though her heart and breathing were faltering and she didn't even twitch at the lusty yells that her newborn daughter was greeting the outside world with.

The baby was Feen, with slender fingers, softly fringed tail, and black hair that stood up in tufts on her head. Her skin glistened deep indigo under the florescent lights, and she shook with chill.

Kurt shoved forward, wrapping the babe in his jacket and holding her close.

"Shh, shh, it's alright. Daddy ist here, I'm here," he murmured, cleaning her off and holding her to him, then looking up, tears glistening in his eyes as Hank did what he could to patch Joy up. "Liebe, please, you must vake..." he said softly, going to her head and kissing her forehead.

Her skin was clammy and greyish, framed by hair that was damp with sweat.

And she didn't respond.

But the baby was calming, making little hiccuppy sobs as she curled close to her father's warmth. Her tiny body felt like a heated rock.

He nuzzled the babe, then gingerly put her by her mother, hoping to revive her with her child. "Hug your muzzer," he murmured softly, one arm gingerly supporing the babe while the other combed his wife's hair. "Please... Joy... vake...."

There was a sudden slight flash and a soft swish, and another Wolverine stood in the room, looking grim-faced toward the bed. "There she is."

Kurt started and looked up, then stared.

"Who...."

Logan turned on the newcomer, claws out. "Who the @#$% are you?" he snarled.

Bloody Wagner's universe. New York city. Seven months after the last WOT thread.

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