The occupants of Xavier's mansion stoof out on the backyard picking teams. It had been awhile since they did something fun together, so Bobby's request for a touch football game seemed like a good way to let off steam.
"I get Jean," Bobby called first off, knowing she was horribly competitive.
Logan watched them from the doorway of the dining room, arms crossed over his chest.
"Logan will play."
"There's a sentence I never thought I'd hear," Jean smiled.
"I will not."
"C'mon, the teams are uneven," Kitty pleaded.
"When have I ever played?"
"Never. Just this one time?"
"Leave him alone, Bobby. He's not fun like the rest of us," Scott threw his arm around Jean's shoulder, who shrugged it off.
"You're fun like a doctor's appointment," she muttered, making Kitty giggle.
Hearing Jean's reply to Scott improved his mood. The way Scott went on about Jean, you would think that they were already moving into the same room. Jean was almost as private as Logan, so he was relieved to see that she didn't favor him. All the better for Logan to make his interest known, should he be inclined to stay. He supposed it couldn't hurt to join in this once, if anything just to get things started with Jean.
"Fine, I'll do it."
"We've got Logan," Bobby grinned like a lunatic.
"Look good in that jersey," he spoke to Jean with a husky tone to his voice, eyeing the New York Jets jersey she wore.
"Thanks," she grinned, stuffing a blue bandanna in his back pocket.
The game started out playful enough, grabs for the bandannas missed and laughed off. But soon Logan could smell the determination in the light sweat of the team, making the plays harder, the field larger.
Bobby's team was up 5 to 2, and he saw Jean wide open and threw the ball. Scott took off after her, and so did Logan. Easily cutting Scott off, the burly Canadian followed close behind.
"I got it," Jean shouted, looking over her shoulder. Catching the football cleanly she ran through the trees that were markers for the goal line, turning with a happy grin. Then she saw Logan coming, too fast to stop.
They fell into a heap on the grass.
"Jean, you okay?"
"You don't tackle your own team!"
"You okay," Logan asked gruffly.
"I'm good," she grinned. "You might want to get off me now."
"Oh," he backed off, helping her sit up.
"Hank's gonna take a look at you," Scott announced as if she had a head injury.
"I'm fine guys. Let's play," she stood up and messed up Logan's hair playfully.
Scott scowled at the affectionate touch, and Logan grinned.