Author’s Note: This is a story I wrote a long time ago so the team is based on the comics when Kitty, Kurt and Peter had just rejoined the team. There is no cure for the legacy virus yet, either. This story is also posted on www.fanfiction.net. Marvel owns all the X-Men unfortunately. The title is from the U2 song, “MLK”, which I also do not own much to my disappointment. Any feedback, good or bad, can be sent to either: thaddock@assumption.edu or tracihaddock@hotmail.com. Ok, enough from me – enjoy! Sleep Tonight And May Your Dreams Be Realized   "Mein Gott, Logan." Kurt Wagner sighed, showing his German roots. "Will this rain ever stop?" "Dunno," The Canuck answered truthfully, "I ain’t Storm. Can’t predict weather."   "Speaking of whom, how goes your marriage to Ororo?" Kurt asked, slinking into a leather couch. "She doesn’t come down from the loft very often these days." "Oh, everythin’s fine." Logan said with a genuine smile. "I think we both needed some space. Our relationship moved so fast, Kurt. It was quite a change for both o’us." He paused to drink down his cold beer and then continued. "I think she’s just escaping any attention she might get from the team by hiding in the loft. God, I mean after we found out she was pregnant last month, Chuck pulled her from active duty. That kinda upset her but she knew why it had to happen and accepted it." Kurt Wagner looked at his older friend and nodded. His blue lips touched the beer bottle as he sat back down on the couch. Kurt’s body was covered from head to toe in blue velvet-fur. Even his shoulder-length hair and demon-like tail were blue. The only other trace of color was his eyes. The piercing yellow orbs frightened many people but had never bothered his best friend, Logan. From the moment they met, Logan never once flinched or thought differently of Kurt Wagner and, for that acceptance, he was forever grateful. Kurt, and almost anyone else who had met him, didn’t know if Logan had any other name but it never seemed to matter to the blue-furred mutant. Logan was Logan, plain and simple. Logan’s past was as much a mystery to Kurt as it was to himself. His memories had been erased and replaced around the late sixties or early seventies by an organization known as Weapon-X, and so he didn’t know which memories were true or false. As a result, he chose to live in the present and tried not to think of his cloudy past. Logan and Kurt were on leave in Germany, visiting different towns and people that Kurt had grown up with. They were staying in a house that one of Logan’s friends had loaned them for the month. Even though the entire day had been warm and sunny, the sudden evening storms had forced them to retreat inside. "So, when the time comes, do you want to know if the baby’s a boy or a girl?" Kurt asked after a long silence. "I personally wouldn’t really wanna know but if ’Roro wants to know then so will I." Logan stated, glaring out of a window. "Have you discussed names or is this a bit early?" Nightcrawler inquired, placing his bottle on the table. "Kurt, she’s only two months!" Logan said, sarcastically. "We’re kinda movin’ stuff around in the loft before anything!" "Oh. I see." He smirked. "So what will happen when you become a father?" "I’m already a father, in case ya forgot." He answered, referring to his stepchild in Japan. "Sure, she ain’t my flesh and blood, but it’s as close as I thought I was gonna get. But, I gotta admit, I’m looking forward to having a kid." Kurt smiled. "But, Logan, what will happen? Will you and Ororo move from the mansion?"  "Don’t think so." He said, sitting across from Kurt. "Does Storm want to move out?"  "No. She told me, no matter what happens, she wants the baby raised with the family." Logan said, talking about the X-Men. "You truly consider the X-Men your family?" Kurt said, slightly drunk. "You know I do." He answered flatly. "B'sides, me and ’Roro are both orphans, if ya will, and so the X-Men are the only family we have. You got Amanda Sefton and yer mom, at least." "Ja, that’s true, mien freund." He nodded. Silence fell again and then Logan stood up. He put his bottle on the table and stretched out. The clock on the wall read 2 o’clock in the very early morning. "Well, Elf, it’s late. I’m goin’ t’bed." Logan said. "Ja. I think I’ll go to bed soon, too." The German smiled. "Good night, Herr Logan." "Yeah. 'Night, Fuzzy." He smirked and walked into one of the two bedrooms.   *  *  *  *  * ”Kurt, bub, wake up.” Logan prodded, poking his friend with his finger. “Hmmmmmmgoaway...” Kurt mumbled, pulling the sheets over his head. “It’s time fer us t’get home, Elf. Storm just called and asked us to get back as soon as we can.” “Why?” He asked, sitting up. Kurt rubbed his crusted eyes and stretched as he looked up at his friend. “She didn’t say, but said it was important.” He answered gruffly. “I’m thinkin’ we should hurry, in case it’s somethin’ bad.” “I agree, mein freund.” And with a >BAMF<, Kurt was in the shower. “Warn me next time!!” Logan coughed, covering his sensitive nose. “That could kill me!” Laughter came from the shower and Logan shouted idle threats. He left and went into his bedroom to finish packing up his things. He sighed, hoping it wasn’t about the baby. He was so looking forward to being a father. Logan closed his eyes and let out a long breath, hoping it would calm his nerves. It didn’t really work, so he thought of different possibilities. Maybe it was someone’s birthday and they both forgotten. That had happened plenty of times before and someone was always good enough to call and remind him. With a sigh, Logan shook his head to clear his thoughts and returned to packing.   *  *  *  *  * Kurt and Logan were laughing lightly as they walked out of the Blackbird, home from Germany. They were surprised to see only Ororo in the hangar bay to greet them, but said nothing. "Hi, darlin’."  Wolverine greeted as Storm walked into his arms. "How ya doin'?" “Just a little morning sickness, but other than that I am fine.” She smiled softly. Without another word, she walked with Logan in one arm and Kurt in the other hand. After closing down the hanger bay, the three old close friends walked into the kitchen. "What’s wrong?" Logan said, flat out. With being called home early and no hints of a birthday, he knew it was bad. Kurt, too, had a feeling that something was terribly amiss. With a shaky breath, Ororo sat down. "Charles has fallen ill."  She finally said. "Nein." Kurt said softly. "That is why he was not there to greet you." Storm said, just as quietly. "It is not good. Hank has just diagnosed him with the Legacy Virus. He is already in the Middle Stages." "When did this happen and why didn’t anyone call us?!" Logan demanded, suddenly angry and filled with a pain of sadness. "Please, love, it will not help. Henry diagnosed him this morning. I called as soon as Charles told us.” She said sadly.  "He’s already in the Middle Stages? Why didn’t Hank see it before now?" Wolverine asked quietly, but still angry. He was hunched over near the window with his fists on the sill. A tear was running down his face but neither Storm nor Nightcrawler saw it. "Charles didn’t want to be tested. He has become extremely weak over the past few weeks. It started before you left for Germany but increased immensely after you were both gone. He blamed his fatigue and slight cough on lack of sleep and stress, but Hank finally insisted on him being run through some basic tests. He actually thought it was the flu or possibly pneumonia." She explained, leaning against the counter. "Hank says it won’t be long for him to fall into the Final Stages. And once there..." She trailed off. "Vhere ist everyone else?" Kurt asked, turning away from Ororo. He sat at the table and held his head in his hands. "Jean and Scott are with Charles, along with Warren, Hank, and Bobby." She said softly. "I believe Forge, Sean, Betsy and Rogue went out for the evening to Harry’s. Remy has gone traveling. Kitty and Jubilee are also out. We’re the only ones in the house besides the original team." She paused. "Oh, Sean brought Jubilee home today. Much to Sean’s disappointment, she has decided to leave the Academy for the time being due to the Professor’s condition."  Without another word, Wolverine walked out of the room quickly and Kurt watched him go. Storm let out a shaky breath. "He’s upset." Ororo said quietly. "He’s so close to Professor Xavier, perhaps closer than you or I ever were or ever will be." "I know. That is why we should leave him be for a while, let him think things over." Kurt suggested. "Agreed?" "Yes. Sadly, but yes. He needs time to think." Ororo looked out the window and towards the coming storm clouds. A small smile crept onto her face as she noticed the parallel to their situation. The smile faded and sadness filled the void. "Dark times are upon the mansion, dear friend. I fear that a storm will soon explode." Her hand touched the windowsill and felt the wetness of Logan’s tears. And she wept.