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[Well, so much for sleeping through the night.] Max was actually
beginning to give his parents a break on the late-night wake-ups, and
Logan and Cicely were getting a bit caught up on all that lost sleep. Not
tonight, though it was three AM and Max was awake.
As were both his parents Cissy because hed needed feeding, and Logan
because she refused to let her husband sleep through the night if *she*
had to be awakened. Given that breastfeeding wasnt exactly a parental
duty that could be shared, she settled for sending Logan to go get Max
when he cried, and letting him be the one to get him back to sleep and in
his crib afterwards.
One might argue that this was selfish of her that if she was so
insistent on Max not being a bottle baby, then she should go ahead and
deal with his feedings herself and let her husband sleep. Logan, being
awakened by the yowling in the wee hours regardless, could understand why
it would be intolerable to always be the one who had to deal with the
baby while ones bedpartner put his head under a pillow and went back to
Besides, he liked dealing with Max, even at three AM. *Especially* now
that the both of them had begun to be allowed to sometimes sleep through
the night again because he could no longer be sure that Cissy would be
asleep by the time he had Max tucked back into his crib. Ciss had begun
to be alarmingly awake at night...
Having been handed Max to put back to bed, Logan took precautions.
"Cmon, kid lets go see whats on downstairs..."
"Youre going to go down and watch TV? At this time of night?" Ciss
raised her head from the pillow.
"Yeah, hes up, Im up might as well. Not gonna go back to sleep for a
An annoyed sigh from the bed was his only answer.
Frankly, Logan didnt hold much hope for there being much worth watching
at this hour, even on cable but Max was already yawning, and he held
even less hope that the kid would stay awake longer than his mom would.
Claiming to be out of bed soothing the kid to sleep didnt work if Cissy
could see that Max was already out for the count.
So he took his son and headed down to the kitchen to raid the fridge.
Turned out he wasnt the only one with that idea.
Kurt tended to turn invisible in the shadows one of the more convenient
quirks of his particular complement of mutant characteristics. To someone
with Logans night vision, perfectly capable of seeing normal beings in
the dark, it was surreal to see a person who was *only* invisible in
shadow especially when he was *partially* illuminated, as by the light
from the open refrigerator door.
Kurt almost dropped the milk Logan had padded into the kitchen on
silent bare feet, and Kurts ears werent quite up to detecting breathing
and heartbeat from several yards off. Turning and spotting the pair, he
replied, "I thought Max was sleeping through the night?"
"Not always. Not tonight. So I figured Id let his mom get back to sleep
while I was getting *him* back to sleep."
"Ah." Recovering from the surprise, Kurt poured milk into his cereal
before putting the jug back into the fridge.
Deciding to pass on the Lucky Charms, Logan went for a Molsons instead.
It took a bit of care to bend down to the bottom of the fridge without
jostling Max, and by the time Logan straightened up Kurt had already
turned on the light over the table and seated himself.
"I sincerely hope you werent planning on sharing that with *him*,"
gesturing at the beer with a spoon.
Well accustomed to Kurts puckish sense of humor, Logan played along.
"Oh, I dont know probably be good for him. I think hes good for right
now, though hes fed and hes happy."
"He looks it." <Crunch crunch> "He looks asleep."
Logan glanced down, although the even breathing had already told its
tale. "Could be," not admitting anything. "Wakes up pretty easy when hes
put back down, though," which was sometimes true.
"Hmm." <Crunch crunch crunch>
Logan studied the powder blue pajamas but decided to refrain from
comment. There are a lot of ways to deal with being scary-looking. Logan
tended to go with the flow, enhance the image. Kurt went the other way.
When you cant do anything about being blue and furry to say nothing of
having yellow eyes, pointed ears, sharp teeth, a tail, and only three
digits per hand and foot it takes some work to look harmless.
Conversational material being thin on the ground at that hour, they
crunched and slurped for a while in relative silence. Finishing up, Kurt
went to the sink to rinse out his bowl. "I think hes out for good. You
might be able to try going back to bed by now."
Logan considered. "Guess I could," he said reluctantly. He frankly
wouldnt have minded crashing out on the couch in front of the TV, even
falling asleep there...
"Go on. Im sure your wife misses you."
Logan couldnt help the flinch. "Hope not." Kurt went very still. "Hope
shes asleep by now," he attempted to cover.
"And would it be such a bad thing if she were still awake?" It was
phrased lightly, as though merely a bit of offhand conversation or mild
curiosity, but Logan recognized that rapid vibration of just the tip of
Kurts tail. It meant he was *paying attention* to what Logan said and
[Damn. Kurt thinks hes stumbled across A Friend With a Problem. Just
what I did *not* need.] "Ah, not a big deal. I just think she could use
the chance to get some sleep, is all. And so could I and since I think
Max is out for the count, Im heading back up to bed now..."
He was escaping before the conversation went any farther into dangerous
territory. Judging by the reserved tone of the, "Gute Nacht. Sleep
well...," Kurt realized that Logan was being evasive, but was too polite
to be actively nosy. Not at this hour of the morning, anyway...
While climbing the stairs back up to his and Cissys quarters, Logan
considered the matter. Kurt could be both observant and persistent, and
convincing him that no problem existed might prove difficult. Logan was
entirely capable of telling a good friend to butt the hell out of his
private life but he would very much prefer not to have to...
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She Whose Quotations Are Both Exotic and Appropriate
Keeper of his Deadly Startle Reflexes, Guardian and Examiner of the
Adamantium-Revealing X-Rays, and Official Listener for the Occasional
"You see, my real dad is an angel. One of the really _important_ ones.
But I don't care. I really don't. Because I'm on the _devil's_ side.
Because he keeps promises. And he has the most _amazing_ eyes."
-- Elaine, LUCIFER #15, by Mike Carey
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