Sundry II: Chapter Five

This is from the end of the Chapter Five, of my second Sundry fic... Enjoy.
Little did I know how much fun my twentieth birthday wasn’t going to be. It was all going fine. Logan and I met my parents on the strip in Bayville, my ring tucked safely away on a chain under my shirt, and everything was going topnotch. My parents were very close, talking and laughing, my mother not molesting Logan (as she was inclined to do at times), and my father was keeping her check of her usual twit-like ways.
Neither Logan or I noticed at all the whizzing sounds of the bullets that hit me until it was to late. I couldn’t phase them through me, and It was to late to teleport. I had never been shot before, and it was a painful, searing, burning sensation, all along my back. I heard my mother shriek and I fell face forward onto the pavement.
"Jo!" Logan fell to the ground beside me, his senses tuned towards where the shots had come from.
I couldn’t hear him though. Everything was fuzzy, and my entire body suddenly ached. I tried to phase just enough for the bullets to pass the rest of the way through me, but I only got half way through the process, not having enough energy, driving them through nonexistent exit wounds. I heard my own scream of pain, and Logan turned me over, gasping at the sight of bullets pushing up through my stomach.
"Jo, hold on." He whispered. "The Doc will get this fixed...just hold on."
After that, I remember waking up in the hospital wing of the infirmary. My body still ached, and I was heavily bandaged...but something else was different too.
"Logan, she’s waking up." I heard Hank McCoy whisper.
My eyes cracked open, and I saw the rush for someone to be at my side.
"Jo...Jo, you’re OK. Do you know what happened?" Logan asked.
I thought back, "I got shot."
Logan nodded, "But you’re OK. You tried to phase the bullets, but you couldn’t hold it long enough. Doc got ‘em out, but...while you were out... you...you must have triggered something else...mentally."
"What?" I asked.
"Joanna...do you feel any...different."
"What are you talking, Logan?" I asked.
"Jo...you’ve opened a new area of your power."
I looked at him quizzically.
"You don’t have control anymore. You took on some physical mutations."
"What?" I asked, completely baffled. "What are you talking about?"
"Honey...Jo. Just think for a minute." Logan looked worried. "Don’t you feel...odd."
"I hurt like hell...I thought it was because I just got shot." I snapped.
"Doc...will you talk to her?" Logan moved away, rubbing at his eyes.
Hank took his spot, biting his lip. "Joanna, this is what happened... One of the bullets hit part of your brain...that part is what was keeping unexplored areas of your power in check -we never thought that this...this could happen. You’ve begun to take on the physical mutation of some of the people you’ve come into contact with."
"Like who?" I asked.
"Warren...Kurt...and Jon. As far as we know."
"What?" I asked, lifting my hand where I could see it. Blue-streaked skin was staring back at me. I gasped, and then I felt the wings under my shoulders as I fought to sit up, and the tail made it’s self evident, whipping underneath the blankets. My breath became fast pased, and I felt myself start to panic.
"Why? Why is this happening? Make it go away." I cried. "Dr. McCoy, make it go away."
"Joanna, calm down." Logan returned to my side, pulling me into his arms. "Relax. It’s OK."
"No, no, it’s not OK, Logan! Look at my skin!"
"If this is about how you look, then we have a lot to talk about, Jo." Logan held my face in his hands. "Relax."
"Logan...I don’t want to be different." I shook my head. "I want this all to go away again."
"Shh..." He let me hide against his shoulder. "We’re working on what happened, sweetheart. You just need to relax."
"Other then this opening of your mutation, Joanna...you’re fine. The wounds have healed nicely, I was able to remove all of the bullets... The police haven’t, however, been able to catch who ever did this to you. We believe that who ever did this, may have known that it may have caused this unlocking of your mutation." Hank stood up. "If you think you’re ready, maybe you’d like to take a walk? You’ve been out for almost three days."
I looked at Logan, "Does everyone know about this? ...This mutation thing?"
Logan nodded. "We’ve all stayed with you, in shifts. Rogue watched it happen and freaked."
I sat back. "I don’t want to go out there like this."
"Joanna, c’mon... it’s fine." Logan coaxed me. "You’re beautiful, wings, tail, and all."
"All? Is there something else?" I asked. "Besides the blue pigmenting?"
Dr. McCoy and Logan looked at one another. Hank nodded, and moved to hand a small hand mirror to Logan.
"Before I let you look..." Logan looked looked me straight in the eye. "I still love you...this doesn’t make any difference. Okay?"
I felt my eyes grow hard, and I took the mirror from him, lifting it. The face staring back at me wasn’t mine. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the yellow eyed demon away. More blue stained my forehead, cheeks, and chin, but there was tan coloring much like the pigment coloration of John. I felt the tears flow from the corners of my eyes.
"Jo...it’s not that bad." Logan tried to sweet-talk me, taking the mirror away. "It’s kind of sexy..."
"Are you crazy, Logan? I’m a fucking monster." I covered my face with my hands.
"Hey..." Logan pulled my hands down. "Don’t do that. Yea, so you’ve got some pretty interesting identifying marks, but so what? I still love you, regardless. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?"
I cried, soaking the front of Logan’s shirt.