His empty glass hit the counter top. The sound reverberating through the large kitchen.

"You should use a coaster you know. Storm hates finding rings on the counter." A soft voice spoke, drawing his attention to the young woman standing in the doorway.

Clad in a fuzzy red robe, Kagome was the youngest of all the faculty in Xavier's school, though her lack of a teaching degree kept her to the more... Mutant based classes.

She wasn't even a mutant really, but she knew what it meant to be different, her own spiritually based powers acting as a testament to that fact. That and there was always that jewel she wore around her neck. That cursed jewel.

"Do I look like I give a damn," he growled, instantly regretting his tone when she frowned at him. Real slick Logan.

She sauntered over to him, her soft hand making contact with his shoulder, idly playing with the strap of his white wife beater.

"What's eating you now?" She pulled up a stool next to him, wrapping her arms around his firm bicep, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

Logan grunted in response pouring himself another glass of whiskey.

"Is it Jean?"

He took a deep breath resisting the urge to crush his glass. The redhead had picked Scott... They were getting married in the spring.

And it killed him inside.

Kagome evidently took his silence as a yes to her question, wrapping her arms around his waist now to comfort him.

"I know how it feels, to have someone you love choose someone else," she murmured.

What moron chose another girl over Kagome? He thought.

She was all that was sweet and caring. Fierce and protective of her students when she needed to be. That and she looked damn fine in a pair of tight jeans. The mere thought of her firm rump was enough to arouse him.

Logan grumbled in her arms. Right, he'd been that moron too. He had chased after Jean even though Kagome readily dropped hints for him all the time, but his vision had always been clouded with the sight of Jean.

"Sorry," he spoke gruffly keeping his eyes on his glass, as he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close to his side.

"It's all right. What matters is remembering that you have others in your life who love you," she pecked his cheek then, before slowly pulling away.

Logan tightened his grip on her and pulled her close again.

"Stay," he grunted before giving a small "please."

She muttered a soft okay and pulled her bar stool closer to his so she could lean on his shoulder comfortably.

Logan didn't turn his head but he could see her smiling out of the corner of his eye. The wrenching in his heart lessened at the sight as he pulled his glass to his lips and took a small sip.

He didn't need a telepathic red head anyways. He already had a saucy, beautiful woman wrapped in scarlet at his side.