This story is a continuation of "The Beautiful Mind of Katherine Pryde". If you haven't read that story (what is wrong with you?) I suggest you go back and read it first. It's definitely not necessary, since I'm not the boss of you, but all of the inside jokes will go right over your head. Guaranteed.

You might also wish to go back and read Rogue's blog "The Brilliant Mind of Rogue" by LizzieTurbo (it can be found in my profile under favorite stories, and it's only about 10 chapters long) before continuing on.

This story picks up where Rogue's blog left off.

All up to speed? Good. Carry on.

The following does not reflect the views or opinions of Marvel or the author known as 'Kinetically Charmed'.

Entry number one:

We need to face the facts here folks; Rogue sucks at blogging. She just does. I love the girl to death, and she's super awesome at other things, like being bitchy, and having boobs, but blogging? It isn't her bag. And that's okay.

Except for when she leaves you guys dangling on a cliffhanger like Jean's water breaking, just because she has an Anthropology diorama that she has to finish before the end of the week, I cannot sit idly by.

Her priorities are a little messed up, but I try not to hold it against her.

Anyways, when we left off, Jean's water broke and Remy moved his stupid bike so we could all drive off to the hospital.

Hindsight? I'm not entirely sure why we all felt the need to go with Scott and Jean to the hospital. I guess it could be because we'd all sat through her contracting for so long that we kind of felt like we were in it for the long haul.

What can I say, crime has been slow around Bayville lately. We needed some excitement.

When we arrived at the hospital we were all pretty stoked to hear that Jean was 7 cm dilated. I mean, those of us who understood what that meant, were stoked. Ray was disappointed because he thought she had to dilate to 10 inches, and Jamie didn't understand what part exactly had to dilate. I'm not sure if he expected her to poop the baby out or what... seriously, we need to take a closer look at our education system.

Anyways, Jean was 7 cm dilated. And Bobby, who was Googling from his iPhone, informed us all that things would likely go pretty fast. As it turns out, Bobby's research was wrong. Really really wrong.

We were on hour three by the time this ugly realization was brought to our attention, when Scott came into the waiting room looking like he'd just ran the New York City marathon, just to announce that Jean was still 7 cm dilated.

"Don't let them give her pitocin!" Bobby blurted out, holding his phone up, "I've been watching The Business of Being Born on Netflix. That stuff is poison dude."

Scott, who I imagine was probably staring at Bobby from behind his shades, just as the rest of us were, shook his head, "What?"

"They try to push the pitocin to speed up contractions. But it makes the contractions really bad, which then makes women need an epidural, which then slows the labor down, resulting in an emergency c-section." Bobby nodded to his cellphone, "It's all there."

"She's been in labor for 2 days." Rogue snapped without looking up from her cell phone, "I'm pretty sure if her labor were going any slower, it would be going in reverse."

Bobby considered this for a moment before deciding that Rogue had a point. Scott grumbled something under his breath before turning around and heading back through the thick double doors, leaving the rest of us to dwell on this new information.

"This shit is going to take forever." Tabby groaned dramatically, "Why the hell did we all come?!"

She raised a good point.

Alex let out a breath and shook his head with a serious demeanor, "Alright, I need someone's phone."

"Why?" I frowned, "Are you going to call Jean's mom and tell her she doesn't need to hurry?"

"I would not do that," Pete shook his head, "These things can change pretty quickly-"

"What? Hells to the no." Alex scoffed, "I want to look up how to get amniotic fluid out of premium Italian denim." He
held his hand out to Rogue, expecting her to just hand her cell over to him. She looked up at him and snorted,

"Seriously?"

"Come on!" Alex whined, "I need to get this shizz out!"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm pretty sure you can just toss them in the washing machine."

"Jem. These are dry clean only. Come on." He turned back to Rogue and held his hand out again, "The fabric is very delicate. I need to research it properly."

"Then ask a nurse, and leave me the hell alone." Rogue sneered at him, "I'm watching Adam Levine on YouTube."

Remy, whom we had all thought was sleeping, sprawled out across 6 of the waiting room chairs, uttered a haughty snort, "On mute."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Rogue's eyebrow quirked up and she cut her eyes to Remy, "Does the bitchy little peanut gallery have something to say?"

He opened one eye and snapped, "You're watching music videos on mute. It's (effing) weird, Rogue."

"I don't need to hear anything to enjoy it." She showed him the screen so he could get the full effect of what she was viewing.

"What is the big deal with this (a-hole) anyways?!" Remy snapped, propping himself up on his elbow with a frown, "He's nothing special."

I snorted. Because... come on. I'm not super obsessive like Rogue, but come on.

"He's not!" Remy repeated, "He's basically me. Just add mutant eyes, and take away all the tattoos and the band thing."

"Oh yeah, sure." I nodded, "And the fact that he dates models and has lots of money."

"And the fact that he actually contributes to society." Rogue smirked, looking back down at her cell phone. "And the fact that he's actually brave enough to get a tattoo..."

"I'm brave enough." Remy spat back indignantly, "I just don't want to."

"You're afraid of needles." Rogue countered. "The guy who can't even get an earring-"

"Woah!" Remy sat upright with a furious scowl, "I'm not afraid of them, I had a bad experience." He narrowed his eyes dangerously, "And you promised you wouldn't tell anyone."

"It was one flu shot Remy, get the hell over it." Rogue snipped.

"Alright, well this is boring." Alex slapped his knees and stood up, "I'm gunna go find some sexy nurse who can help me polish my pants." He winked.

Super classy Alex.

Remy was about to continue making his needle case, when a nurse in cute pink scrubs burst through the two swinging doors and glanced around the waiting room.

"Is there a Kitty in here?"

My puppy dog ears perked up and I jumped to my feet, "Yes? I'm Kitty."

The nurse gave me a calm smile, in spite of my slightly spastic response, "Mommy is asking for you."

"Jean?" I knit my brow, "For me? Are you sure...?"

She nodded, waiting for my response.

"You don't have to go in there Kitty." Rogue warned, "Jean's probably just a little loopy from all the drugs."

"I'll go." I nodded at the nurse, "I can totally help."

I'm such a help whore.

"You are sure, Katya?" Pete asked in a gentle attempt to get me to really think about what I was agreeing to. He looked back at the nurse and knit his brow, "This will not be censored like on TV."

"I can totally handle it. Please," I scoffed, waving him off as I crossed the waiting room to follow the nurse through the forbidden doors. "How bad could it be?"

Very very stupid thing to say.

Seriously, I wish I could go back in time, and bitch slap myself.

I followed the nurse as she walked briskly down the wide hall, mentally prepping myself the whole way. I cleared my throat and fell in step next to her, "So... do you know why she asked for me?"

Pink scrub nurse shook her head as we neared the delivery room, "No. I assume she just didn't want to be alone." She explained as she came to a stop at the door, where I could clearly hear the sound of Jean screaming, "Her husband passed out when she started pushing."

And the blood drained from my face. Because sure, we make fun of Scott. A lot. He's a weenie, so it's kind of hard not to. But the boy has seen his fair share of gore. I mean, he's our team leader. It's kind of his job to remain strong in the face of disaster and what-not.

If this was too much for him to handle... what the eff was I going to do?!

The nurse pushed the door open and let me walk in first.

The lights were dim, and there was a faint scent of lavender wafting off the scented candle that Jean had insisted on packing, since it was supposed to promote relaxation during labor. But judging from the way she was screaming bloody murder, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that it wasn't working.

Her eyes opened the moment she 'sensed' me in the room, and she stopped her groaning to look at me with wild eyes.

"Get it out!" She breathed in a voice which can only be described as demonic.

I blinked at her, unsure of what exactly to do as the nurses went about their work as if Jean wasn't possessed.

"Jean." I said eventually, "I came... I'm here. You want me to hold your hand?"

"I want you to get it out!" She moaned dropping her head back on the pillow as one of the nurses replaced the cool damp cloth on her forehead with a fresh one. "I want you to reach in there, and phase this thing out of me! NOW!"

"Jean..." I said reluctantly, carefully stepping further into the room, being sure that the action zone remained out of my line of sight. "You're doing great."

She grabbed me from 5 feet away with her telepathy and hauled me over to her, taking a firm hold on my shirt collar once I was close enough, and yanking me down so I was inches away from her face.

"DO IT." She demanded, and I swear to God, I saw her eyes turn red.

"I can't do that Jea-"

My words were cut off by her intense moan as another contraction came over her. That was when I noticed the nurses were rushing around pretty fast. Pink scrub nurse had been so calm and collected that I didn't even pay attention to the other nurses. Warming things up, getting tools ready, talking in hushed tones amongst themselves...

"Is everything okay?" I shouted out over Jean to the nurse closest to the action zone.

"She's crowning." The nurse informed me. I know from A Baby Story, that this means the baby's head is coming out. I also learned that if she was pushing, there should be a doctor present. I saw no doctor near the action zone. I saw no doctor anywhere in the room.

"Holy crap, where's the doctor?!" I asked, trying my best to control my panic, which I now realize was kind of pointless since Jean could easily pick up on it.

"On his way." The nurse responded quickly before looking up at Jean, "Breathe through it, mommy. I need you to pant and not push."

"Pull her out Kitty! Pull her out!" Jean pleaded.

Part of me wanted to do it. Just to put Jean out of her misery. The other part of me -the rational part- knew that it was not a good idea to go messing with a persons molecular integrity before they were even born.

Also, it was super gross.

"Pant Jean." I encouraged her as calmly as I could, taking her hand for support, "Focus on panting."

She did as she was told and panted her way through the contraction, and once it had passed, she turned her exhausted eyes to me, "I need my iPod."

"Huh?"

"My iPod. It has my birth playlist." Jean pointed towards Scott, whom I hadn't noticed until then, passed out in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. "Scott went to get it from my bag before he passed out like a little (vulgar word for kitten.)"

"I don't really think you-"

"I NEED MY iPOD!"

I flinched at the sound of Jean's demon voice again, and hurried over to the corner, carefully searching for Jean's lost iPod in her overnight bag.

"I can't find it Jean." I called back to her, "Are you sure you packed it?"

"Yes!" She cried back with a hint of desperation in her voice, "It's there! It has to be! My baby needs to be born while Bon Jovi is playing!"

Really? Bon Jovi, Jean?

Another contraction swelled up causing Jean to momentarily forget about Bon Jovi and try to focus on panting rather than moaning like a wounded cow.

"Ohhh dear..." The nurse said, a lot more calmly than I would have, "We have a head!"

And that was when I made the biggest mistake I have ever made in my entire life. Bigger than the leather pants. Bigger than breaking up with Pete. Bigger than the time I got bangs on a whim.

No. This was way worse.

I turned around.

Facing the action zone, head on. Pun very much not intended.

"Oh GOD!" I cried, physically frozen in place. To the point that I was literally not even able to squeeze my eyes shut out of horror.

The stretching. Oh the stretching...

"No! No! That is NOT okay!" I screamed, hurrying back over to Jean's head, even though the damage had already been done.

There are some things that you just cannot un-see.

Jean let out a growl that would seriously put Logan to shame with the nurses buzzing around the room and me, howling right along with her as she squeezed down on my hand with all her might. The nurse said something about shoulders and then the rest of the baby slid out like an alien shooting out of a flesh cannon, and Jean flopped back down on the pillow, releasing her death grip on my hand.

"Did you want to cut the cord?" The nurse asked after placing the slimy alien baby on Jean's chest. She didn't even wait for me to answer. She put the surgical scissors in my hand, and she pointed at the disgusting blue sausage attached to the alien's stomach.

I closed my eyes and snipped, instantly feeling a wave of nausea rush over my entire body. "Oh Lord." I groaned, "I'm gunna hurl."

And that I did.

I made it to the sink at least, so it's not like I made more work for the nurses.

I walked back down that hallway a different person. A broken woman. An empty shell of what I had once been. I pushed through the swinging doors, looking into the excited eyes of all my friends, so bright and full of life. So innocent. Untainted.

"Well?" Jubilee finally said, bringing me to realize that I'd been standing there staring at them all for a good minute and a half.

"It was..." I shook my head, feeling my eyes glaze over just a little, "Awful..."

"Is everything okay?" Rogue frowned.

"Is Jean alright? The baby?" Alex pressed.

"There was so much blood." I swallowed hard, "Scott passed out. Jean kept yelling Pull it out of me Kitty! Pull it out! I couldn't find Bon Jovi. And then the head... was there..." I held my hands out in front of me as if I were holding a head, "They made me cut the cord..." I trailed off and shook my head blankly, "Babies are disgusting."

Pete crossed the room with concern written all over his face, "Katya," He reached out to put a hand on my shoulder and I shrunk away from him before he could make contact.

"Nope." I said flatly, "No touching. No more touching ever. Never ever."

Remy smirked at Pete, "Tough break."

I'm seriously considering becoming a nun. I'll be the worlds first Jewish nun.

Although, I don't look very good in black, so I'm not sure that would work out for me in the long run.