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"She's very good." Professor X remarked to Jean Grey.

"Good is an understatement. She flies."

Reagan and Logan were honing their skills on the lawn before Jean, Professor X, Scott and Ororo. Some of the children were clustered behind them watching and talking excitedly about whom would win. Reagan would stand with her back to Logan a hundred feet from him and he would charge intending to impale her on his claws but she was never there. Reagan usually jumped at the last moment right when it looked too late, and when she was high in the air, do a double back tuck and land on the ground behind him, usually trying to throw electricity at him while she was in the air. So far neither had been hit by the other, but they were both covered with a sheen of sweat and breathing hard.

Reagan was getting angry and she could feel the electricity filling her as it always did when she was about to blow her top. She called all of the electricity into her hands and held it there, gathered into a ball, while she timed Logan's dodges. When she was sure she had him she flung the ball with all her might and caught him square in the chest with it. Logan fell flat on his face.

"Oh no." Reagan whispered.

She ran over to Logan and turned him over. "Hi beautiful." He smiled hazily up at her.

"Uh oh," Reagan mumbled. "Jeanie come here, I must have hit him harder than I thought. He's delirious. Fix him. He said I'm beautiful." She propped her hand on he hip and looked down at him disgustedly.

Jean rolled her eyes and leaned over Logan, snapping her fingers in front of his eyes. She started to slap him lightly on the cheeks and pulled back in surprise at the electrical current still running over him.

"Can't you suck some of that electricity out of him, Reagan?" She asked.

"Sure." Reagan sauntered over to them and cupping her hands in the air above his chest took a deep breath. The energy rushed out of his body and back into hers.

After a few seconds Logan shook his head and struggled to sit up. "Why do all the women in this place try to kill me?" He asked fuzzily.

Jean grinned and, with Scott's help walked him back to his room so he could recover in peace. She returned to check on Reagan and told her that she had now joined a notorious list of people that had tried to kill Logan, which was of course, not to be confused with those who just though about it on a daily basis.

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Later that night Reagan retired to the bathroom to soak in peace, as was her right as the winner of the day's match. After a leisurely soak she retired to her bedroom and planned to disappear into a book while the others partied several floors below her. She was feeling quite comfy decked out in her rattiest pajamas and slippers.

Logan saw that her light was on under her door, knocked on the door jam and stuck his head inside. He was surprised that Reagan wasn't dressed as though she was going to a party. "Hey, are you ready to go?" He asked her.

Reagan had been so into her book that she hadn't heard him approach and she jumped. "Huh? The party? No, I'm not going. It's pretty much a dance for the kids, and I don't dance anyway."

"Really? But weren't you a dancer?" He looked confused, as most people do when they find out that most dancers don't know how to dance in whatever is considered the popular way.

Reagan sighed at the thought of explaining once again to another person who didn't understand why she didn't dance. She decided to give him the short version. "I've only danced for people, not with them and to make a long story short, I ain't got no rhythm."

"Oh, well good. Can I hide in here with you then?" Logan asked nervously. "I don't dance either. I wanted to spend some time with you and I was afraid you'd make me dance and I'd make a fool of myself." He looked down at his feet like a guilty schoolboy, and Reagan had to admit that the guilty school boy look was very appealing on Logan, even though she knew he was probably faking it.

"No, I won't make you dance. I promise. But I don't promise not to go downstairs to steal some munchies in a little while."

"Munchies?" He asked.

Reagan rolled her eyes to the heavens. "Yes O Bottomless Pit, munchies. As a matter of fact why don't we go right now before the kids eat it all?"

When Logan nearly ran her down to get out the door, she had to wonder distantly if he wasn't just using her as an excuse to raid the kitchen. But then he had said he wanted to spend time with her. What that was all about Reagan hadn't the foggiest.

When they did get downstairs, Jean ran over to Reagan and began waving her arms franticly at her as though she didn't already have her attention. She and Scott had been chaperoning all the kids by themselves and were having particular trouble with Rogue and Bobby, not to mention that Jean and Scott wanted some time to themselves to enjoy the party too.

"Reagan you finally came down, thank goodness. It's you and Logan's turn to keep watch. My feet are killing me. We're going to go sit down so you two get to mingle. Maybe you can convince the others to stop egging Rogue to touch them and see how many powers she can handle all at once, and watch those kids playing spin the bottle too. I'm not sure I trust them." With this, Jean took her leave; effectively leaving Reagan nearly cross eyed at her new babysitting job. She was still trying to sort out Jean's hurried instructions when Logan ambled over to her, chewing.

She explained as best as she could Jean's instructions. Logan grimaced and moved towards the spin the bottle kids so Reagan headed towards Rogue and her followers. She was a bit surprised that he hadn't headed towards Rogue's groupies himself, knowing he liked to look after her. Reagan was in the middle of arguing Bobby out of taking bets when she heard a sudden silence behind her. It was only then that she turned around and noticed that everyone was looking at her, Logan or the bottle, which was suddenly pointing at her. She looked around suspiciously for Jean and found her making for the nearest exit. Reagan thought she looked awfully suspicious. And she couldn't help but notice Logan gleeful expression. He strode purposely towards Reagan as she ineffectually tried to back away. She was being impeded by the wall, as walls are terribly impeding unless your name happens to be Kitty Pryor (in which case they are no problem at all). Logan placed one hand on either side of her head, blocking her exits and leaned in close. She looked up at him, her eyes big.

Right next to her ear he whispered, "Jean put me up to it. So are you going to let me kiss you or not?"

Over his shoulder she spotted Kitty walking towards them and waving at her. She winked at her and nodded. "Well Logan, I guess you'll just have to catch me first."

"But I've already caught you. Doesn't look like you're going anywhere any time soon to me."

Just then Kitty grabbed Reagan's hand and pulled her through the wall, leaving Logan staring at the empty spot in front of him. There was laughter in the background, but Logan's stormy look quickly silenced it.