"Every year, why does it have to be every year?"
"Holidays are like that," Storm smiled.
"But the hearts-and the pink," Logan growled.
"You know about this day well in advance, you don't have to be here for it," Jean gave a cool reply.
"Why is she mad at you," Storm asked under her breath.
"She's a woman, how do I know," Logan watched Jean leave the room.
"Well, you must have done something."
"You know how they are together," Betsy joined the conversation.
"Blazing hot, iceberg cold."
"I'm sittin' right here," Logan reminded them gruffly.
"Yes, we know."
"Make her happy, damn it," Storm demanded.
"How!"
"Figure it out for yourself, Logan!"
"What are you gonna do, use me as a lightning rod?"
"To start," Storm answered with a smile.

Logan muttered, walking along the hallway to his room. He hated when Jean was mad at him, and most times he had a basic idea as to why. But this instance completely evaded him. Had he said something rude, told her something she didn't want to hear? Well tough, she knew he was like that, rude, crude, and all around a loner. If she had a problem with it, she could tell him outright, or deal with it on her own. That's what he wanted, but his annoyance at not recalling the behavior that warranted her icy looks drove him to seek her out. He knocked on her door and waited.

"Jean."

There was no answer, and he smelled her inside.

"Jean, open up."

Logan wouldn't wait a third time, he opened her door to see her bent in some difficult yoga position on the floor. She opened her eyes, and stood gracefully, pulling her headphones from her ears.

"Yes?"

"Why are you mad at me, what did I do this time," he asked bluntly.

"I-" Jean was interrupted by X-Men stampeding down the hall. "We have a mission," she brushed past him.

Logan snorted and followed her to the lower levels to suit up. They didn't speak on the Blackbird, though they sat in their usual seats across from each other. Kurt glanced over from his seat behind Jean and gave Logan a questioning expression, Logan shrugged, rolling his eyes. Jean saw this and was apparently unamused, and Logan turned away, feeling like a chastized student. On their way out, Logan gave Kurt a light smack upside the head.

"Way to go Elf, make her more angry at me."

"I didn't mean anything by it, Logan."

"I don't even know what I did," he muttered, looking into the dark forest.

"Well, have you had a fight?"

"No, we've barely been able to talk...oh, that's it."

"She's angry because you haven't talked?"

"Kurt, remember New Year's, what I told ya," Logan gave him a suffering look.

"Oh! Well...what are you gonna do about it?"

"Talk to her from now on?"

"Good luck trying to get that to happen," Kurt muttered, seeing her pair off with Storm.

"It isn't like he meant to not talk to you. He's just...Logan," Storm then cussed as her hair got caught in a tree branch.

"I know that, now I just feel stupid snapping at him at all, makes me look so silly."

"You like him, stupid happens when you like someone."

"Thanks Oro," Jean gave her a sarcastic smile.

"I try to help where I can, oh blast it-the guys got there first," Storm sighed.

"Well, they can't have all the fun," Jean smiled, running into the fray.

Jean delivered a kick to the face of the man she had been grappling with, turning and crashing into a solid expanse of leather-clad chest.

"Hey," Logan smirked at her.

She turned, seeing the man that had snuck up on her, skewered on Logan's claws.

"Thanks," she panted.

"Don't mention it," he retracted the claws and the man slumped to the ground. "Let's get back, Red. We nearly left without you," he took her hand in his and pulled her along, catching a glimpse of her smile in the dark.