Author's Chapter Notes:
Here's another! Again, all credit to kicking my butt into gear goes to meg1990 over on ffn. Now we meet the X-Men!
Backlash:

Jeannie had that look on her face, the one that said she completely disapproved of whatever it was he was doing. Logan still had an armful of Marie so he felt secure in his deduction what exactly that was. When Marie noticed his wandering interest, she turned her attention to the X-Jet and Team of X-Men closing in on them. It saddened him to see her good mood come crashing down as she fought against his grip. When he loosened his hold on her she practically crawled over top of him in her effort to get behind him.

She peered around his side and watched as Scott, ‘Ro, and Jeannie, followed by three of the newly minted members, approached. Her body molded against his and it so completely occupied the animal within him back that it wasn’t until the third time he felt her push his hand forward did he realize what she wanted.

“Marie,” he whispered, trying desperately to get calm the scent of fear rising off of her, “they’re friends.”

She scowled up at him with those big brown eyes and watched as they flickered back and forth between trust and fear. He growled without knowing it and soon both sets of claws were flashing in the sunlight. He would have withdrawn them if she hadn’t calmed noticeably.

“Better?”

“Better, Logan. Better.” She focused on the rest of the team, her eyes narrowed again. “They don’t look like Uglies…” Her voice was skeptical and Logan could smell the uncertainly rolling off of her, her body reacted at the same time and her arms slid up in between them, gripping for purchase on the tight leather uniform he still wore. She began to mumble a repeated plea he didn’t recognize, it sounded like the prayers he heard when he sometimes went to Mass with Kurt.

“Not Uglies, though Cyke could try even your patience.” The little group stopped a dozen or so feet away from him, Jubilee’s eyes landing on his claws. It was the Cajun, though, who looked the most afraid.

“Logan,” Jean reached out with her mind, scanning him. He growled at her, annoyed that she’d do it in the first place instead of just talking to him. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, but her eyes narrowed on him. “What’s with the claws?”

He shrugged. “Makes her feel better.” He saw Jeans refocus her attention, settle it on a place behind him. Before he could open his mouth t say speak, Marie screamed.
Chapter End Notes:
Poor Jean. I really do like her. Like, I really do. I didn't want her to be bitchy or the cause of any strife, but she just wrote herself that way. There was no getting around it, not for this story. What did you think?
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