A/N: And here we are with chapter two. It should be pretty damn obvious I do not own any of the characters and I am not making any money, blah, blah, blah... Thanks to Enigma-Eggroll for betaing this. R&R please.

"You let him out clubbing on a Friday night - are you out of your f*cking mind Scott?"

"I'll let that slide, but watch your tone… Doug is a big boy, Dani. He needs to get out more - you said it yourself. He's intelligent, resourceful, and level-headed. I have no right to tell him what he can or can't do, or who to spend his time with, and neither do you. You keep saying that you're not kids anymore. Are you saying that doesn't apply to Doug?"

"He's not ready! He doesn't have the experience - he's still a few years younger and-"

"I am not going to debate anyone's apparent 'age' with you - especially his. Doug can take care of himself, he's proven that. He's got Logan's approval, and Laura is going with them, if that makes you feel any better."

"Laura is hardly adequate protection - she's little more than a girl herself."

"I'll tell her you said that." Dani's only response was to growl in frustration. Scott sighed. He knew for a fact that Laura could bench at least 8 times her weight, slit throats almost better than Logan, and was a crack shot at 200 meters. Of course he couldn't explain just HOW he knew that - as that would mean admitting the existence of a black-ops team. "Are you upset because you think he's in danger, or because he doesn't need you to look after him? He's not Josh, you know." Dani had no response for that. Twice she opened her mouth to say something, only to stop. Josh Foley was still a delicate subject for both of them. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Or is this about Jubilee?"

Her eyes snapped open. "She's – it's not- "

Scott just shook his head. "Isn't it? Your animosity toward her isn't a secret. She's not a weapon or a monster, just a scared young woman trying very hard to deal with some drastic, life-altering changes, and very few are willing to give her a chance. I won't deny that she's dangerous, but then so are most of us. Does that mean we all have to stay locked away? Hidden in cages that say 'release only in time of war?' She's a vampire, that will never change, but she is still one of us. If Logan or I thought she were a danger, she'd still be in a holding cell."

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The movie promised to be funny, bloody, hammy, overly CGI'd and the most fun Doug had in a long time. Of course, it was the first movie he'd been to in years, and seeing it with two attractive young women (one with no idea of personal boundaries) helped. He knew that Jubilee and Laura were close, and they seemed to go almost everywhere together. When he had asked the young vampire out, he had no idea it would be a package deal, and that they both would agree so easily. It hadn't started out as a "date," he just wanted to go out with some new friends and have some fun, but now…

After a visit to the concession stand, where Jubilee teased "no popcorn for me Doug, I'll get a bite later," they filed into the old theater. Since it did not have the modern hi-tech sound and other theater trappings, everything was relatively inexpensive and the balcony section was deserted but for them. Jubilee shifted around in the seat, trying to get comfortable and as close to Doug as possible. When she found that the armrest could move, she wasted no time placing his soda between his feet, flipping it up and sliding closer to him. Since her coat was draped over the back of the chair, he could see that her top was almost too thin. Every line and curve were visible, and he was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were clearly visible, and Doug avoided staring by focusing on the railing in front of him. Laura noticed how Jubilee got closer, and did the same.

"Douglas, may I ask you a question?"

"Uh, sure Laura,." he said as he turned to her.

"We are on a date, why have you not initiated physical contact?" Doug felt his face start to heat up. He was trying to think of a suitable answer when Jubilee leaned over and whispered into his ear.

"Yeah, what's the matter Brains?" He turned to look at her, any answer he might have had faded when he saw her eyes glowing as the lights came down in the theater. "We don't," she paused to wet her lips, "bite."

Doug coughed into his hand as he turned back toward Laura, mumbling "yeah, right" and hesitantly wrapped his left arm around her as she leaned her head on his shoulder. She slid her hip against his and placed the bag of popcorn on the seat directly between his legs. Her hand brushed across his lower abdomen before returning to her lap, and she sighed in what appeared to be contentment. "That is considerably more pleasant."

Not to be out done, Jubilee merely lifted his arm over her, mirroring her friend's position. "Oh yeah," she agreed, "much better."

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Betsy sat at a terminal in one of the recreation and multi-media rooms on the island. She had dropped his things off in Doug's spartan room, and was trying to view the security records for the last few weeks. She was curious to see what exactly had happened between Doug and Logan, and what had prompted the decision to give him more active combat training. While she was no novice on a computer, it did take her the better part of half an hour to wade through the sheer mass of files while learning the ins and outs of the complex networking system. She was just about to break down and ask Hank, or one of the others for help, when she found a file flagged 'training session' with medical reports attached to it. The medical files were sealed, and she would need someone in the science team to give her access to them, but the video was not. Fixing herself a cup of tea, she moved to a large couch and cued it up on the large flat panel screen in front of her. Reaching for her cup, she heard the tell-tale sound of $1600 designer stiletto heels. Turning, she saw Emma enter the room, holding a snifter of obscenely expensive napoleon brandy.

"I see you finally found it my dear. " she said as she leaned lazily against the door frame. "It is good to know that members of the senior staff are not complete novices with the facilities we have on the island." Betsy ignored the comment, recognizing it for what it was. Emma covered her insecurities and emotional scars by belittling others and asserting her superiority as the supreme telepath on the island. Normally Betsy would verbally spar with Emma, just on general principle, but her fingers were itching to pick up the remote and see exactly what happened between Logan and Doug. When she did not respond, Emma took a sip from the glass and grinned, "I think I shall join you - I do so enjoy watching Logan bested."

The video feed was a split frame recording, combining several camera angles of the training room floor together into a single view. The room was sparsely occupied that day, with Laura and Jubilee together in one frame. Jubilee was practicing tumbling and balance exercises on a high beam, wearing a simple black unitard with a plunging neckline. It appeared that she'd lost none of her gymnastic skill. Laura was barefoot, in a sports bra and yoga pants, and was hanging upside down from a high bar doing inverted sit ups. Another frame showed the training mats, where Logan was practicing katas, kicks and high strikes. As was his habit, he practiced in uniform.

There was only one other frame with activity - James Proudstar and Doug in front of the heavy bags. The much taller man instructed Doug on proper striking techniques. Wearing a pair of sweats, a tank top, and athletic shoes, his hands were covered in standard boxer's wraps; the front of his shirt soaked in sweat. Doug's expression was the same as when he puzzled out a new language or wrote code, focused and attentive. James would demonstrate a strike or punch combination, and Doug would mimic it, requiring only minor corrections to his stance and form. He was a quick learner. Apparently he had a heretofore unknown boxing aptitude. He was also considerably faster than she ever remembered.

After a few minutes, James tapped him on the shoulder, and Doug turned to speak with him and shake his hand. James removed the bag from the chains and replaced it with one much heavier, while Doug grabbed a towel and walked out of frame. Doug re-appeared next to the gymnastics equipment, stopped a few feet from the balance beam, and began speaking with Jubilee. While Doug was mopping his face with a towel, she sat on the beam facing him, her hands flat on the beam between her legs, biceps squeezing her cleavage together while she kicked her legs back and forth. Doug didn't react to this, obviously used to her flirty nature. He said something that caused her to throw her head back and laugh while she slapped the side of the beam. Both turned to see Laura, who was still hanging upside down. Apparently, she had said something to them. Doug then proceeded to a weight rack and retrieved two 25-pound plates, which he passed to Laura. She crossed her arms, clutching the weights to her chest, and resumed her workout. When Doug turned back to Jubilee, he said something that made her jump off the beam and walk towards him, stopping right next to the bar Laura was hanging from. Laura stopped, dropped the plates to the floor, and flipped down to land on her feet. Turning to face him, she stood next to Jubilee while Doug gestured to them both, tilting his head to the side slightly as he did.

"Oh, it is too precious. He is such an innocent, utterly without deception or artifice. I can see why they are attracted to him. Corrupting him would be such fun."

"Must you look at every man as a potential sexual conquest, Emma - what would Scott say?"

"Don't play prude with me, Elizabeth, it doesn't suit you. I know you harbored a desire for the young man years ago. Only now he's not so young as to be totally indecent, merely scandalous. Although -" she paused to savor another sip of the brown liquid, "I think you may have missed your chance."

Betsy turned back to the screen in time to see Jubilee's eyes go wide, then she smiled brilliantly. She turned to Laura, who tentatively nodded. Jubilee whispered in her ear, and then took her by the arm out the door. At the same time, she could see Logan turn and stalk over towards Doug. As soon as the girls were gone, Logan grabbed Doug by the upper arm, and pulled him into the sparring room. Pointing to the pads and protective gear on the floor, Logan said something that evidently angered him. Doug threw down the towel, and pointed to himself, then Logan and gestured toward the door. Logan in turn motioned to the piles of equipment on the floor in the corner, and punched his hand with his fist. Doug responded by walking over, retrieving striking pads for hands and feet, a chest protector, and a mouthpiece.

He had just finished securing the last strap when Logan charged. Doug barely evaded the first and second strike, and caught a high knee in the ribs. He responded with an elbow to Logan's temple, which probably hurt him as much as his opponent and a vicious throat strike. It went on like that for a several minutes as others started to enter the training center - immediately drawn to the windows looking into the sparring room and the two combatants within. James was standing close to the door - Domino had joined him, as had Illyana, Dani, Sam, and Scott. They were soon joined by Jubilee and Laura, who had undoubtedly returned once they heard what was going on.

It was a brutal contest - even with chest pads, Doug would most certainly have several bruises. While Logan was not superhumanly strong, the metal coating his bones made any punches seem like getting hit with a steel bar. She knew that after the rebonding process, Logan was lugging around an extra 150 lbs of metal on his skeleton. It made the Wolverine almost freakishly strong for his size, and she knew from personal experience any time he connected with a punch or kick it hurt like hell. Doug was fast and agile, allowing him to evade most of Logan's strikes or counter them reasonably well with his limited hand-to-hand abilities. As the contest went on Doug's fighting style and stances changed, mimicking and countering Logan. Logan must have noticed, because he switched tactics, and caught Doug in a powerful hold from behind that would choke him if Doug couldn't break free. She presumed that Logan said something derisive and taunting. Having fought and trained alongside the man for years she knew that was his habit when he felt he had an overwhelming advantage. Doug reacted violently, reaching up to dig his thumbs into the nerve clusters at the base of Logan's neck and gouged his eyes with stiffened fingers. It broke Logan's concentration and loosened his grip enough for Doug to break loose and deliver a powerful hammer fist to his groin. Rolling away, Doug spun to catch his breath and spit out the bloody mouthpiece. He was taking in great deep breaths as Logan slowly rose, shaking his arms to return the feeling and sensation.

Blood trickled down the front of his mask. It would be a crippling injury for a normal man, for Logan it was a temporary wound at best. It was a brutal move, one she would not have expected of Doug. Logan stood, said something and popped his claws out. Knowing that Doug was alive and apparently unharmed did little to alleviate the dread she felt. Many outside the training room started yelling while Sam and James were trying to force the door, but it was sealed from the inside. Logan, it seemed, did not wish their training session to be disturbed. Doug's eyes were puffy, one was starting to swell, and he undoubtedly had a broken jaw, but he was still standing. He spit another bloody wad out of his mouth, and raised his hands in a standard defensive pose, flexing his fingers. Persistent, brave, and foolish.

"You really have to admire his courage Elizabeth. Many would have yielded by now."

She reluctantly agreed, watching as they began to circle one another. Doug did his best to stay away from the razor sharp claws that could cut through almost anything, while looking for something, anything he could find to defend himself with. Unfortunately, there were no weapons in the sparring room that day, and she could see that the pain and exertion were beginning to wear on him. Outside the room Sam and Domino were fighting with the control panel, trying to override whatever security Logan had used to lock it, with varying degrees of success. Apparently, he had shorted out the panel from the inside, most likely with a subtle claw stab, and the door would only open a few inches at a time, only to close again. James took this opportunity to draw his knives, and the next time they opened he threw them in. The door slammed shut violently.

Doug scrambled over to the knives, ducking a broad swing as he did so. going down in a shoulder roll and grabbing for the knives, he came back to his feet facing his opponent. They sparred for several minutes, Doug successfully parrying many of Logan's attacks, but not enough to avoid being hit. Doug's shirt had more red in it than gray, and he was starting to slow down from fatigue and what she suspected was blood loss. He had a particularly dark spot on his shirt.

Logan charged again, but this time Doug did not give ground. He slid the blade clutched in his left hand between Logan's right claws, the vibranium cutting through his gauntlet, flesh and tissue, stopping at the bone. Using that for leverage he attempted to twist the claws away from his body, but could not overcome Logan's greater mass completely.

His right hand held the blade in a reverse grip flat along his arm, using that as a shield against Logan's downward strike which almost brought him to his knees. He was unprepared for the kick that sent him flying away though, crashing into the far wall. Standing slowly, dazed, and unsteady on his feet, he walked forward. There were several cuts on his arms, and he was bleeding heavily from his left side. One eye was swollen completely shut, and she was certain he had several broken ribs from all of the body shots he had taken. From the way he was cradling his right arm, it was obviously broken as well.

"Quite tenacious, isn't he? The joys of youth, so much stamina…" Emma said as she took another sip of her brandy. Betsy's tea had long grown cold, forgotten on the table in front of her.

"He's a damn fool Emma - what was he trying to prove?"

"Watch," was Emma's only response.

Logan's eyes had undoubtedly healed by then and he said something as he pointed to Doug, probably asking him to stand down and walk away. He shook his head slowly, wavering on his feet as he did. Wherever this new found courage came from she was unsure, but he was performing admirably. Twenty minutes against Logan was impressive by anyone's standards. When the knife slid from his unresponsive right hand and dropped to the floor, he tucked the ruined arm into the waistline of his pants in the back. He bent to pick up the remaining knife in his left, holding it reverse grip and turned slightly, still swaying, as Logan pulled the other from his hand. Vibranium reacted poorly with the Adamantium covering his bones, and it appeared his right hand was in capacitated as well.

Logan crouched and charged again, most likely intending to end this quickly. Just before they met, Doug ducked and spun in a full circle, raking the blade on a diagonal line from thigh to ribs as he stood, slashing across Logan's groin and lower abdomen; all but disemboweling him. As he turned he reversed the blade to stab Logan in the chest, tilted so it slid between the ribs and out the other side, just as he caught a powerful blow to the back of the head. He went down - hard. Doug recovered slowly, fighting to get up but rising unsteadily. After seeing Logan fall to his knees, and then flat on his back, he turned toward the exit. He was staggering towards the door as James made sizable dents into it, collapsing 5 feet from it when James finally ripped the door off the hinges. The room was lit with an eldritch glow - signifying that Illyana was teleporting out, returning with Elixir from lord knew where. James pulled his blade from Logan's torso slowly, ripping the flesh as he went. After retrieving its match, he wiped them clean on the smaller man's uniform, and turned to escort a visibly shaken Domino from the room. Scott walked in calmly, she noticed he never once lost his composure, but he knelt down next to Logan and said something to him as he fingered his visor.

Josh took one look at Doug, and his hands shifted to brilliant gold while the rest of his body remained black. He bent down to attend to Doug, never once looking at any of the others. Laura was busy retrieving a Stryker board, while Jubilee stood over Logan screaming and gesturing wildly, kicking him in the side of the head occasionally. Scott managed to pull the near-hysterical vampire away - she looked to actually be crying, if the red trails on her face were any indication. Josh sat back heavily, his whole body fully black again. Illyana and the others gently moved Doug's limp form to the makeshift stretcher - Dani held one end, while Sam grabbed the other. The rest of the spectators followed them, undoubtedly going to the infirmary. When the others had left, Laura stood over Logan, watching him slowly rise to a sitting position, his garish wounds healing rapidly. She said something to him, then turned and walked out stiffly, following the others to the infirmary.

Betsy sat back, and flipped the video off. It was sobering to be certain. If not for Josh's ministrations, Doug most certainly would still be in the infirmary, if not dead. "How badly was he hurt?"

"Several broken ribs, a severe concussion, compound fracture of the right arm, numerous slashing and puncture wounds, a broken nose, and a badly broken jaw. Mr. Foley's abilities are still in flux, so he was not able to heal completely. Young Douglas has some new scars, and a reputation that will undoubtedly make many a young woman swoon."

"Like your student?"

"Which one - Roulette? Ah yes young Miss Stavros. I am afraid I cannot read her exact intent, but she is most interested in Douglas. He has been reluctant to speak with her, however, and she finds that vexing. No, I was referring to Logan's 'twins.' Miss Lee is certainly smitten with him - how many young men are willing to ask out a vampire?"

"And Laura?"

Emma's tone changed subtly, and Betsy could sense an undercurrent of hostility "I cannot speak for Ms Kinney, but I have noticed her stealing glances at Douglas as well. I believe he asked them both to accompany him to the cinema this evening. A night of celluloid Dracula, drinking, dancing, and debauchery Ahh to be young and in lust…" she finished with a smirk as she drained the rest of her glass. "Now if you will pardon me, all of this talk of hormonal students and watching two men beat one another to a pulp has stimulated me. Good evening dear."

Betsy sat quietly as Emma left the room, a cup of ice cold tea in front of her on the table. Insufferable alley-cat B*tch! I most certainly hope you 'heard' that. Ringing laughter from down the hall was her only response. She had deliberately tried to stir Betsy up, and she had done a good job. Doug's return had affected many - herself included. Seeing him alive and more confident brought back many of the unresolved feelings she had.

She did have to wonder about his common sense though. It was fairly obvious what had happened, and why Logan had taken him into the sparring room. He was over-protective of his 'twins,' and they seemed to be thick as thieves these days. His disapproval of Julian Keller as a suitable male for Laura was justified, and the lengths he went to for the young vampire were well known.. Apparently he decided that Doug's attentions were inappropriate. The outcome in the sparring room had obviously changed that, as he now seemed to have Logan's blessing.

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"I can't believe how bad that movie was - major suckage! Dracula doesn't look or sound anything like that," Jubilee exclaimed as they left the theater, "he's not that good looking..."

Doug couldn't help but laugh at her comment, "only you would know how true that was." She was still wrapped around his right side as they strolled down the foggy side streets of San Francisco, her left hand in the back pocket of his cargo pants. She had not toned down her behavior, and Doug was certain she was going to try and make him blush all night. She had "accidentally" gripped his thigh through some of the more tense portion of the film, and her hand drifted from knee to hip repeatedly. He had shifted a few times when his pants became uncomfortably tight, but for the most part he had been able to retain his composure. She radiated sex appeal like a supernova, and if he was honest it was not just due to her vampiric nature. She was not cold, like he thought she would be. Her skin was quite warm, and she seemed to enjoy pressing as much of it against him as she could. And for some reason, he was not afraid of her. "I guess Wesley Snipes needed the money, or something. But it wasn't THAT bad-"

"Yes. It was," Laura said suddenly, "but it was entertaining."

"Yeah," he admitted. "Mindless entertainment, greasy popcorn, and a flat soda. A refreshingly normal night out."

"Is that what a date is supposed to be?" she asked as she looked up at him. "I have not been on many dates." She was wrapped around his left side, her right arm reaching across his lower back and resting on his right hip. While Doug was not tall, he towered over her lithe, petite frame. She felt so small next to him, but he could feel the corded muscle under his hand. She was such a contradiction: barely out of her teens, she was a skilled, strong, fighter who apparently had less experience in the mundane world than he did. She was a mystery that everyone seemed to know BUT him. It was odd she was asking him for dating advice, his social life had been dead - literally.

"I don't think so. I really haven't either, but I guess its supposed to be a fun encounter between two people who are interested in or attracted to one another."

"Way to go brains," Jubilee snorted, "did you like read that in a book somewhere?"

Before he could comment Laura stopped, both of them coming to a halt next to her. She turned to look up at him. "Does that mean you are only on a date with one of us?" she asked. "and if so, who?"

He paused for a minute, looking at her. ok johnny amazing, how do you answer THAT one? this was just supposed to be a fun night out. a little normal downtime in between crises and the next power-mad psychopath who wants to kill all of us - totally innocent. yeah right. if her pants get any lower… and she's not wearing… no - don't go there. she really does have pretty green eyes - when did I get so sappy? I don't have much dating experience either… now I'm out with two hot girls, a sexy vampire and…

Wait, is she actually biting her lower lip?

He turned to Jubilee, who had raised her head and was staring at him with those glowing, dark red eyes, interested in the answer as well. She blew a bubble and looked at him with one eyebrow quirked, as if to say 'well, we're waiting'

"No," he said after several moments. "I am on a date with both of you…" he paused . "Ok, how did THAT happen…?"

"Good. In response to your query, you asked both of us, and we said yes" she said simply as she pulled him just a little bit closer. He could feel her fingers flexing and tapping Jubilee on the hip. A silent communication or code to be sure, but he did not catch enough of it to translate. Her response was to reach up with a free hand and ruffle his hair as she looked across at her friend "See," she said, "told ya he was smart."

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Betsy found Logan in front of a Large TV, a half empty case of beer in front of him, watching ice hockey. She had been unable to find Scott (or anyone else on the senior staff). Everyone was likely out enjoying a Friday night free from strife and chaos. Logan did not acknowledge her, but she was certain he knew she was there.

"Logan?"

"Yeah Bets, when did you get back? How is our little tavern in Lowtown?

"I saw the fight Logan," she said, ignoring his attempt at levity. He drained his beer and cracked open a fresh one before responding.

"You here to read me the riot act too?"

"What the bloody hell were you thinking - you could have killed him."

"Vibranium knives thru my heart and lodged in my metacarpals didn't do me much good either," he paused to take a long pull on his beer.

"I know you see yourself as a father figure, but beating the hell out of any boy who asks them out is ridiculous…"

"Before you put me on your sh*t list, ask yourself - have I ever popped my claws with anyone on the mats who couldn't take it? Doug's got some talent, but something to prove, to himself maybe. That is a dangerous combination and you know it; he needed a little humility, and so did I. I got cocky, never expected him to be that quick or agile - he builds up some strength and he might be someone to reckon with. And he's got stones. I've seen professional tough guys sh*t themselves when I popped my claws - he didn't even flinch." He stopped to take another long pull on his beer. "Makes me wonder what would have happened if we had trained him up right from the beginning. He might not have died."

"You feel guilty about that." It was not a question.

"I did the fitness and combat evals for the third class. The boy died protecting one of his own. No weapons, no armor, no training," he paused to take another long pull on his beer, "and no hesitation."

"What did Scott have to say about this?" she asked as she stepped into the room.

Logan chuckled. "I'll say this for Emma, she has really helped Slim loosen up. He said - and I quote - if he dies I will blow your f*cking head off, and give anything left to the third class.."

"I need a drink," she said and sat on the couch next to him. He handed her a surprisingly cold beer, and she took three long pulls on the foul, sour-smelling brew, draining it completely. She belched, not overwhelmingly loud, but impressive. Logan grinned at her and handed her another.

"Dani is almost a basket case about him, and the rest don't know how to deal with Doug. I'm just glad Rahne's not here…"

"What do you mean?"

"I guess they have some history, if his reaction to her pregnancy was any indication. While we were in Dallas dealing with Forge's little demon, he saved her from a certain kill shot. Whaddya think she would do if she were here?"

"Peel your hide off with a rusty blade?"

"HA! If I was lucky. She'd prolly go all fur and claws on me. Since Foley fixed her up, she's a lot stronger, and I have seen enough redhead tempers to last a lifetime. Doug's either stubborn, brave, or crazy. My bet is on all three. Rogers ever sees him, he may try and snap the boy up for something."

"Don't bullsh*t me Logan," she said, taking a long pull on her beer.

"I've known Steve for more years than you've been alive, Bets. His Intel people would kill for his translating skills alone. Abbie has already dropped a few subtle hints on Hank, when they are not chasing each other around the compound. And her idea of subtle is 'I need someone with his skill set. When will you be sending him up to the satellite?' You should have seen the look on her face when he laughed at something she said in Kree. He turned four shades of red and said that he thought it was funny as hell. I guess agent Brand has a raunchy sense of humor…" He paused to take another drink and turn up the volume on the game. "You fell for a rare one darlin."

"You ARE drunk."

"Nah, not yet. Workin' on it, though… Don't mean I'm wrong. You fell for the boy way back when you first joined us..."

"You're daft," she said, draining her beer and motioning for another.

"Still can't hold your liquor or lie worth a damn when it comes to a man. In your old body you could at least TRY to drink. Doug Ramsey was the only reason you got away from Mojo, and I saw you 'accidentally' parading around naked in front of him every chance you got. If anything had happened then..." He paused to take another sip on his beer. "Got bad news for ya Bets, I think the line for him started way back." He grinned at her, while she scowled. "Anyway - SCORE! - Ladies with half a brain have been looking at him since he showed up - he's got the 'hot new guy' thing goin for him, and he doesn't know how to back down."

"That Stavros girl is pretty, smart, and an elitist witch with a capital 'B' - a shorter version of Emma; I think Emma encourages her, just to see what will happen. Dunno what their history is, but she's been looking at him like a piece of meat for a while, and he won't have anything to do with her. The more he runs, the more she chases. The French girl on her team - that fortune teller - she gives him the eye at times. And Rahne…"

"What about your girls - the 'twins'?"

"That I do not want to think about. Jubes cursed me out in Mandarin, its been a long time since she's done that. And don't let anyone kid you - getting kicked in the head by an emotional teenage vampire hurts like hell…." he trailed off, as the final few minutes of the game ticked down. "They like each other. He got her up to fifth grade math, and you know how she is with numbers…" Jubilee's dyscalculia was the ugly elephant in the room that many ignored for her sake, but no one knew how to treat. It was frustrating to many members of the senior staff - they were all educators in one form or another. Jubilee had been resistant to ask for or accept help, and any psychic attempts had proven unsuccessful. "She doesn't have a past with him, and like a damn fool he isn't afraid of her… And that's game. Well, good night Bets." he got up from the couch, taking the rest of the beer over to a small fridge that sat in the corner. It took her a moment to focus through the haze of alcohol, before she thought to ask him about Laura. Following him to an outside door, she called for him to stop. She caught up to him, just as he was about to jump from one of the patios to the ground below - evidently he was going to sleep outdoors tonight. "Logan, wait. What about Laura?" He didn't turn to her when he answered "She thanked me - said it made her choice easier..." with that he leapt down to the ground, and made for one of the small copses of trees recently transplanted to the island.