a/n: they're my favorite version of Penelope and Odysseus, i swear
i could write ESSAYS about the list of characters these two remind me of
which reminds me... if i write another scott summers story based on X-Men Evolution, would you guys read it? (i may or may not have one in my drafts already)
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"Logan's awake! Lyla, he's awake!"
"Oh, thank God!" I yelled as Kayla and I practically ran to the med bay to see Dad sitting up and rubbing his head. "Dad!"
"Hey, moonlight." He smirked and we both hugged him tight. "How long was I out?"
"Two days, same as Scott." I admitted and his eyes widened. "He got another head injury. The Professor decided to keep him down for a bit while we find out just how bad it is."
"And the Cajun?"
"Second degree burns, bruised ribs and had some internal bleeding that's still being treated."
"I'm fine!" Gambit called out from his own bed and Rogue hit him in the head.
"Fine?!" Rogue snapped, hands on her hips as she glared at Gambit. "You're in the med bay with half your body wrapped like a mummy, and you're 'fine'? Honestly, Remy, you're about as stubborn as Logan!"
"Guess I learn from the best, chère."
"Not helping, Gambit." I chuckled and turned back to Dad. "You're keeping something from me."
"Moonlight, I'm definitely not-"
"She knows, Logan." Kayla rolled her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. "So I suggest you stop lying to her."
"My healin' factor... it ain't what it used to be. Been slowin' down for a while now. Hank thinks it's the adamantium poisonin' me faster than I can heal it." Dad sighed and I crossed my arms.
"You've known this how long and didn't say anything?" I hissed, my claws itching to extend. "You thought hiding it was a good idea? While I'm pregnant and Sinister's breathing down our necks?"
"It wasn't like that. I didn't wanna add to your stress, moonlight. You've already got enough to deal with, carryin' Alex and all. I figured I'd handle it on my own."
"On your own!? You're dying, Dad, and you didn't think that was something I needed to know?"
"Lyla," Kayla said softly, placing a calming hand on my arm. "He's telling you now. Let's focus on what we can do to help him, okay?"
"Who else knows? Because I know Hank, Mom and the Professor knows." I defeatedly sighed and rubbed my temples.
"Scott knows." Dad admitted. "Spent most of the fight trying to watch my six... And look where it got him."
