Author's note: Here's a short story I came up with a few days ago. I hope the server will be working soon again. : (

The tent

She couldn't believe that she'd really done it…

Sitting up in her sleeping bag, Jean ran both hands through her face and hair just to let out a sigh and short cursing noise afterwards. It had been there, she'd seen it and had just turned around to leave. He'd been hurt, clearly hurt a lot. And disappointed. And what had she done? Nothing! If she was honest with herself she didn't know what to do. She'd been so close to give in, to shut down her rational thinking part of her brain that was committed to Scott, to taste more of the fire that he'd provoked within her, the passion that had sent thrills through her entire body. She'd so badly wanted more of this, more kisses, more touching, to taste more of him, feel more of him. Logan…, she thought with a frustrated sigh. Her life had been perfectly balanced, her relationship perfectly happy, she'd been the calm, loyal and controlled Dr. Jean Grey that everyone wanted, that Scott wanted - since the word beginning with con and ending with troll was so important to him. And then this grumpy, mean, chaotic, wild, reckless Canadian stepped into their home and turned the sky into the earth, the sun into the moon, the cold into the warm and her life was suddenly as chaotic as he was. This unsociable, never listening, shamelessly-flirting-with-her-even-if-Scott-was-in-the-same-room, but handsome, mysterious, sexy, nice-when-no-one's-looking hunk of a man destroyed everything that had made her life oh so perfect before with one look, one smirk and one touch of his hands only. And now he'd even dared to kiss her with those nice and oh-so-soft-lips and here she was and couldn't stop thinking about him and that she wanted to feel it again. Had this been his aim? To kiss her just to let her know that she'd be thinking of him and not Scott, who might be in danger and needed help?! If, then he'd succeeded and could give himself a good pat on the shoulder.

Groaning in complete frustration, Jean left her tent to breathe in the cool, but comfortable air of the night and then she saw it. On the opposite side of the camp, further away from all of them than necessary, was his tent. Instantly her heart began to beat faster. Why did he have to destroy the control she needed so much? Or did she even need it? Maybe it wasn't her but Scott only who needed it? But if the control wasn't important, how could she tell that also her other values, which made her relationship so perfect, weren't wrong? Maybe that, what this troublemaker had made her feel, was really what she wanted… She knew she was steadily becoming stronger, her powers were expanding and she knew that he felt it. That had been what he'd asked for her to answer. He'd been worried about the powers she'd used during the flight. He'd clearly been worried a lot…

Suddenly, Jean realized that she was standing right in front of his tent. With a confused look she turned around and gave hers on the opposite side and far away, a raised eyebrow. She groaned when she noticed it. Cocking eyebrows was never something she did, that was him, not her, so it was bad! Bad eyebrow, bad treacherous lips, bad fast beating heart, bad curiosity and even more bad this light headed thinking of hers. Thinking it, Jean nearly had to laugh since she was standing right in front of the source of all evil. She just stood there for a while, a finger unconsciously touching her lips. She could still feel his rough, animalistic, but oh so wanting and despaired kiss on them. And once more she thought about how it would be like to feel them on other parts of her body…

Becoming aware of what she thought, Jean blushed with widened eyes and stared at his tent, before she quickly turned around…

In his tent, Logan was staring onto his dogtags again as he suddenly heard a noise and looked up. He cocked his eyebrows, as the zipper was opened and she came inside. "I said I want ya to…," he began as he realized that this one wasn't faked but very real. She was here, smiling weakly at him and closed the zipper again, before she turned around with flushed cheeks and a smile. Not knowing what to say, he just stared at her when she came closer to kneel down. "Look…," he said once more as he'd already done to her imposter before. He thought he'd be dreaming for real now, as she just straddled him and began to stroke over his cheeks and lips after she'd cupped his face. He couldn't help but stare into those eyes he loved so much. Still, he didn't know what to think…

Now here she was and made things even more complicated and worse and… What was she doing here anyway?! Why did she go back again? Looking down she noticed that she was straddling him. But this wouldn't have bothered her if it hadn't felt so right; a small fire that was now growing to a full active volcano deep within her. And then there were those hands that still rested next to his sleeping bag, those eyes that really looked at her insecurely and almost shy, since neither knew what to do or what she was up to, and then his… No, she didn't dare to think further… Jean's eyes grew wide when he suddenly sat up and stared at her.

"What are ya doin' here, Jeannie?"

If her heart hadn't been out of control before, now it was. No one before had called her like that. Or better they had when she was a child, to annoy her by referring her to a "Jeannie in a bottle". But out of those intriguing looking lips, it was a complete different matter. Now, she loved it and wanted to hear it again. And she also just realized that she behaved like a schoolgirl that was in love with her forbidden teacher.

"Hey, ya still there?!" Logan asked and cocked an eyebrow.

Oh, he just had to do that, she thought, but before he could say anything else, her lips where on his and she felt the fire burning hot within her again. Feeling the passion, lust and deep desire rising within her, she pushed him down, still greedily exploring his lips and mouth with hers.

Not knowing what to think, Logan just let her do what she wanted…whatever it was she had on mind. When Jean allowed him to turn her around after stripping her half naked, she knew which side in her had won the battle that had raged deep within her and which he'd started. And one look into his eyes made clear that the hurt and desperation were long gone and replaced by something new. And suddenly she was happy that his tent was indeed further away from the others than necessary…

Well, I wrote it after realizing that so many others wrote there thoughts about what should have happened in X2 and now here's my version. I only hope that I can come up with a title before posting it. LOL And of course that the darn server is working soon again… I hope you guys liked it and that you'll review on it. ; ) See ya!!