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Chapter Three
Logan stretched and accidentally disturbed Remy, who was curled up contentedly at his side. He blinked, reacquainting himself with the motel room where they had stayed the night. He could hear Scott in the bed next to them fumbling for his glasses. Unexpectedly, he heard soft laughter and realized that the X-Men were not the only ones in the room.
Logan jumped from the bed just as Scott found his sunglasses and Jean sat up sleepily. With a strangled cry, the team leader slapped his hand over his girlfriend's eyes and glared at Logan. What had started out as a soft laugh from across the room became steadily stronger.
"For God's sake Logan – if you're going to share a bed with Remy, don't you think you should sleep with some clothes on?" Scott groused as Jean tried to peel his fingers away from her face, preferably sometime before Logan managed to get his jeans on.
"Oh, it's not that bad. I thought it was an interesting way to wake up." Ty answered Scott merrily.
" 'Sides, Gambit still got his clothes on, cher," Remy purred. "Ot'erwise, the ol' man wouldn't have been able to control himself, an' I need m' beauty sleep."
Logan growled at the Cajun then looked at Scott. "Told ya she'd be back"
"Yeah, but you neglected to mention the fact that she'd sneak in while we were asleep, scare you out of bed, and that you'd be naked at the time," Scott reasoned.
Ty laughed again from her vantage point next to the door. She had taken up residence on the top of the table there, legs crossed, and proceeded to wait for the sleeping mutants to wake up earlier that morning. "You seem to be the only one complaining about the naked part," she pointed out as Jean finally managed to peek around Scott's hand. Unfortunately, it was too late. "Thought I'd take y'all to breakfast, and then you could tell me what you were doing at my house last night."
"How'd you…" Gambit started to question, then stopped as she tapped the side of her nose. Wolverine snorted, then rubbed a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. He sat back down on the bed with a huff, crossing his legs and making room for Ty to take a seat next to him. She smiled and sat, turning so she was half facing the door, automatically ready to leave if she didn't like what was said.
"We represent Professor Xavier's School for the Gifted," Scott automatically began his speech. Ty stopped him before he could go any further.
"Not exactly school age," Ty pointed out, chuckling. "And by gifted you mean…?"
"Mutants," Jean chimed in.
"I see. Well, why don't I wait outside while y'all get dressed, and you can finish over breakfast?" Ty stood up and stretched, one hand absently scratching her spikey hair. Logan stopped her just as she opened the door.
"How's the girl?" He watched the emotions playing across her face carefully.
"She's good. Strong. She'll be alright. No stitches were needed." It was hard to keep the instant rage covered. Only the knowledge that her packmate was indeed fine made it possible.
"Good." Logan nodded, then turned his back as Ty excused herself.
Ty made her way outside and pulled her cell phone from her pocket and flipped it open, using the quick dial to reach Andrew. "Hey – things still cool there?"
"Yes Ty. The house is still standing," came the gruff answer from the other end of the line.
"Not funny," Ty's eyes darkened.
"Sorry." Andrew's voice was remorseful. "Bad choice of words. But yes, we're fine. Lita's good, no shakes or anything this morning. She's gonna be fine."
"Good. I should be back in a few hours. I'm taking the newbies to breakfast, then I imagine we'll be back there." She hung up and leaned lightly against the front bumper of her car. The X-Men came out of the room, each dressed casually. Gambit, Scott, and Ty had sunglasses on, leaving Jean and Logan to shield their eyes from the bright morning sun with their hands. "Ok, let's go talk," she nodded and led them to the quiet diner across the street.
