TOGETHER

They were in an old brass bed, in an old log cabin, naked together under a thick - and surprisingly soft - bear hide blanket. The sun had almost set, and Jean's brilliant banner of bright red hair was slowly fading into the darkness.

"So... how many times did we make love today?" Jean asked with a soft laugh as she pulled a knot of tangled hair from her face.

Logan smiled and kissed Jean on the forehead. Then he leaned back, rested his head on a pillow, and considered Jean's question, "Let's see... there was just after we woke up. Then when we went for the swim in the lake. Then in the boat on the far side of the lake. And then just after we got back to the cabin. Plus this, that makes five. Oh - and there was the time on the beach. That makes six."

"I never knew a fishing trip could be so... active," Jean said with a broad grin.

"We inspire one another," Logan grinned back.

Snuggling up against Logan, Jean rested her head on his broad chest. The height difference between them made a lot of things awkward, but they always found a way around it.

"It was a perfect day," Jean said softly.

Logan slowly ran his fingers through her hair, "Yeah. Yeah, it was."

"I didn't know about this place," Jean continued.

Logan stared up at the ceiling for a long moment before answering, "I bought it a long time ago and... I guess it was a secret. It was for you. It was for us. I hoped you would like it."

Jean kissed his chest, "It's beautiful, Logan. Just beautiful. Thank you for showing it to me."

Logan held some of her hair to his nose and took a long sniff. It smelled of Jean, and lake water, and wood smoke. It couldn't be any better.

"So when are you coming back, darling?" he said quietly.

Jean was quiet for a long time before answering, "Soon. I don't really have a lot of control over it."

Logan nodded slowly, "And when you come back..."

Jean looked up at him. "No more dreams, Logan. We'll come up here and we'll be together. As long as you want me, I'll be here for you."

Logan looked deep into Jean's green eyes, "Just how much of this is real, darling?"

Jean smiled at him, "None of it. All of it. I'm sorry, Logan - I hate being cryptic. Yes, this is a dream. But I swear to you that it isn't just a dream."

Then they kissed.

And Logan woke up.

It was early-morning in the mansion and Logan's sensitive ears could hear the others stirring and rustling about. Kurt was downstairs making coffee. Ororo was on the roof, probably watching the sky. Hank was tapping away at a computer keyboard. Bobby was slowly padding down the stairs on bare feet. And the kids were all grumbling or squabbling about one thing or another.

The scent of Jean filled his room. Logan didn't question that or worry about it. There was no point. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe he wasn't. Time would tell.

Opening the drapes, Logan looked out at the sunrise. It was going to be a good day.

Maybe a perfect day.

Maybe.

He'd have to tell the others that he needed some time off. Then he'd go up north and check on the cabin - clean it up and make sure any minor repairs that needed doing were done.

After all, he was pretty sure he'd be having a guest soon.