Logan left his room as the sudden commotion from downstairs peaked his curiosity.
"Let me take your bag," Scott insisted.
Kitty ran past Logan up the stairs.
"You got a haircut," Ororo exclaimed.
"What's goin' on?"
Storm turned toward Logan's voice, revealing Jean standing in the midst of X-Men.
"Wha-"
"I'm home," Jean smiled.
"I see that."
"I went over your head. Charles thought I learned my lessons well."
"You're gonna be proving that in the Danger Room later," Logan smirked.
"It's a Christmas miracle, home for the holidays," Bobby shot into the room on an ice slide, tackling Jean to the carpet.
"I said no ice slides in the house," Ororo warned with lightning in her eyes.
"Sorry."
"That's a neat trick," Jean laughed as he helped pick her up.
"You don't know the half of it!"
Jean was ushered into the kitchen, Ororo smiled as Logan glared at her.
"Very funny."
"You can have her later," Ororo teased.
"You all get to touch her before I do, and she's my woman."
"Oh, stop being such a caveman."
"Wait until you can't have an uninterrupted minute with someone you haven't seen in three months."
"We won't keep her forever. You can come into the kitchen," Ororo chuckled.
"What's the point when you'll keep dangling her out of my reach the whole time," he growled.
"I won't let them do that to you the whole time," Ororo was having too much fun making Logan angry.
"Oh, thanks."
Logan went straight to the fridge, guzzling down a beer as Jean caught up with everyone at the table. Though he had lived in the mansion for years now, not all of his 'unpolished' manners were gone, and right now, he wanted Jean to himself. So he drained his second beer, walked to the table, and took hold of her hand.
"Hey!"
"Save it, you'll see her later."
The last thing Logan heard was Ororo and Scott laughing.
"Hi."
"Hey darlin'," he smirked, pulling her into a deep kiss.
Jean sank against his chest, happy to be close to him again. She broke away only to run toward the elevator to the lower levels, dodging to avoid his swipe at her waist, only to be caught as she backed into the elevator with a grin.
"Jean," Logan murmured her name, kissing her throat.
She laughed, running her fingernails along his spine. "Missed me a little?"
"You don't know the half of it," he nipped her neck.
"Behave! You're supposed to try and beat me in the Danger Room," she shoved him away with help from her teke, setting up a practice session.
"Can't we just, wait a minute," he snuck up behind her.
"No, I wanna show you," she slipped out of his grip again.
Logan groaned, but shook off his hormones long enough to focus on the task at hand. They were teamed against a group of assailants in a junkyard, who did not hesitate to attack. Jean took out the first two with practiced ease, no powers needed, and got into a sparring match with a higher level of difficulty, taking the next out by tossing him away with her teke. Logan plowed through the Danger Room assailants, punching, stabbing, but able to keep Jean's progress in his peripheral vision. Emma and Betsy had done their job, she moved without hesitation, something the X-Men needed in a Mutant like her. He couldn't always be there to keep her safe, and he couldn't worry about her on the field. When Logan sliced through the last attacker, the Danger Room went back to neutral, leaving them panting where they stood.
"I like your hair," he commented.
"That's all you have to say, you sonofa-" she shouted, taking a running leap at him.
Logan laughed as they fell to the floor, Jean used her power to pin his hands above his head.
"I got you a present," he smiled.
"You don't think I'm good enough, do you," she demanded.
"You pass, now can I get up and get your present?"
"Really," Jean was suspicious of a trap.
"Really," he smirked.
She released his wrists, sitting back on her heels. Logan reached into his back pocket, handing her a small manila envelope.
"You open it."
"Logan," she rolled her eyes, watching him take the envelope back and shake the contents out onto his palm.
"You got this for me," Jean touched the delicate 'X' that was attached to the silver chain necklace.
"Braved the jewelry store an' everything."
Jean threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"So, you like it," Logan laughed.
"Yes, put it on," she gathered her hair up into her hands and left her neck bare. Logan latched the clasp, his satisfied smile faltering.
"Darlin'?"
"They can't give us a moment's peace," Jean sighed, turning as the doors to the Danger Room opened.
Scott stood there, the team running toward the staging area.
"Time to go to work."