Here we are. The next installment of A New Batch. Enjoy.

And Matt fans, relax before you stop reading my stuff.

LEAH'S POV

Ien sat across from me, sipping his tea. "So. You two have been here for almost a year?"

I nodded. "We left the day after…" I trailed off. "Well. You know."

"I'm sorry, hon. It's probably good you took this time away from the X-Men. Your idea, I assume?" He asked.

"No, actually it was Logan's. I didn't have time to make a decision. He just said 'We're leaving' and that was it."

"He's been through the same thing. If there is one person on Earth that knows how it feels to lose a love in battle, it's him."

I looked over at the clock. "I better get back and get ready for work."

"Well I'll be here for a few more days. The two of you should come by and have dinner."

I chuckled. "You just like when the Logans bicker, huh?"

His normal, evil smile returned. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I stood and kissed his cheek. "Yeah, yeah. Sure you don't. Bye, hon."

The road back to Moira's normally unused summer home was beautiful. The Irish sky may have been cloudy but it made the country seem even greener. My bike sped down the roads and to the hill the small, yet gorgeous house stood. I walked in and found a note on the table.

"Hope you had fun with your fairy friend. See you at the pub."

I smiled and went upstairs to change. As I walked down to grab an apple, I heard the phone ring. I picked it up. "Yello?"

"Leah." Xavier's voice felt foreign. "Logan forbade me from calling but I think enough time has passed."

"Indeed it has, Professor. Wait. Logan told you not to call?"

"He threatened all of us to leave you alone for a while."

"What a putz."

"Anyway. I was wondering how you were. Are you enjoying Ireland?" He asked.

"I love it." I said, opening the fridge and retrieving my treat.

"How are you paying for food?"

"Well Logan offered to pay for everything but I got bored and now I work at a local pub. It's nice. The clientele get a bit rowdy but Logan watches out for me."

"Of course he does."

"But mostly, we've gone sightseeing. The Kilarney National Forest isn't far so I'm still keeping with my training."

There was a pause. "So how have you been coping with…"

"It comes in waves. Some days are good. Others, not so good."

"You two know when you're coming back?"

"We haven't discussed it yet. But I have to go. I have work. But I'll call you tomorrow. We can talk more then."

"Alright. I'll speak with you later. Good bye, Leah."

"Bye, Professor."

The line went dead and I felt my heart sink a little. Logan and I talked about Matt rather freely, but he was the only one I confided my thoughts to.

LOGAN'S POV

I sat with Pat, Rick and Marty at the bar, sipping my drink. Leah went to see Ien and I didn't argue. They were close and she always seemed cheerier after spending time with him. She was due for work pretty soon and I looked forward to a nice tall drink and watching her under the pretence of protecting her. She didn't need my protection much anymore. She was getting faster and stronger with every training session I put her through. It was a way for her to get out her lingering aggression and it helped with her powers. She could now shrink other, larger objects.

The bar door opened and I heard the whooping of the other men as the object of my heart walked in. I didn't blame them. She had lost the rest of her baby fat and was now even curvier. Her hair grew to her shoulders and she seemed to keep it that length.

She walked behind the bar and I smiled at her. "Finally! Someone who knows how to make a proper whiskey sour." I joked.

The bartender, Billy, scowled. "You'll drink me into the ground, boyo."

She pulled down the whiskey and poured it into a tall glass before handing it to me. "Try not to embarrass yourself this time." She said, referring to the night I decided to join in with the songs.

"Hey, I was only trying to cheer you up." I retorted.

"You cheered up everyone with that."

Her shift was short and after four hours of it, she clocked out and joined me at the table that we acquired before the rush. She sat next to me with her drink.

"Billy set you free?" I asked.

"Yup. Good tips today, too." She turned to the men at the bar and said, "Thanks, boys!" in her sweet tone before winking at them. They raised their glasses to her.

"The influence you have over drunken men is astonishing." I teased.

"I'd say the same for you."

The boys laughed heartily before Pat spoke up. "You know, little one, we were just discussing you."

"Oh Patrick, you dog. You're married. How many times must I remind you?"

He chuckled. "We were just asking Logan here why he hasn't knocked your boots around, yet."

I looked at her sheepishly. "I'm sorry." I said quietly.

She drained her glass and stood. "You know, boys; I've been wondering the exact same thing."

The table was quiet as she walked out the door.

Marty looked up at me and smiled. "If that wasn't an invitation, boy, I don't know what is."

I stared at her chair for a second before getting up and walking out.