Jolie walked into the mansion with a big grin on her face, though she had not actually done it, she had come dangerously close, and Scott was so good looking. She shivered at the thought of him without his glasses on and smiled even more, she walked into the main hall and headed toward her room.
Logan grabbed her arm roughly and pushed her into the wall. "Just what he hell do you think you're doing?" He growled low in his throat, clearly she had done something to make him mad.
"Get off me," She tried to shove his arm away but he just used his weight to crush against her.
"This jacket," He tugged on one of the sleeves. "Ain't yours."
Jolie thought she understood now, but wasn't really sure why Logan would have a problem with her perusing Scott. As she had understood it from other students, Logan made it apparent that he hated Scott. "What do you care? Unless you're jealous?" She gave as much attitude as she could muster, knowing at any point in time those metal knives could come splitting out of his knuckles.
He sneered, "Don't flatter yourself. I know you're just a stinkin' rat. But don't mess with Summers." His steely eyes glared at her.
"Don't think you can tell me what to do. What do you care about Scott?" She felt herself getting angry. Logan had not spoken to her since she had arrived, and she had no desire to get advice from him now.
"I don't care about Summers!" He nearly barked at her, fully solidifying the rumors about Logan hating Scott. "But I won't have you hurtin' Jeanie." His voice had gotten a little quieter, but no less threatening.
"What do you care about Jean?" She scoffed at the thought of this wild man caring about anyone but himself. But she found that to be a mistake.
"You don't know nothing' about me, so don't presume..." He jolted her once more before releasing her from his iron grip.
"Well if you care so much, then why don't you do something about it?" Jolie adjusted her clothing, trying to brush the mans smell off of her.
"I did, a long time ago." Logan looked weaker as he thought back on whatever buried memories he had, but he tightened his resolve. "But she made her decision. So don't go messin' that up." Jolie started to argue again but he waved her off. "but that's not what I wanted to talk about." Jolie looked at him strangely, she hadn't really expected Logan to speak to her ever, and now they were already having two conversations. "It's about your lessons. To get yer memories back."
Jolie refused to look at him directly, that was supposed to be between her and the Professor, she had no desire to explain herself to anyone else, especially not to Logan.
Logan just shook his head. "I don't wanna know. To be honest I don't really like you." Jolie rolled her eyes, he had made that quite apparent. "But I had some things, in my past..." He trailed off forgetting that she was there, for just a moment he reminisced. "Things that I could remember. And Chuck," He gave her a stern look. "The professor, tried to help me remember...it never worked." He told her flat out. The thought of all her time here being wasted infuriated her. "I had to go out 'n find it myself. There ain't any answers here kid." After that he pulled out a half chewed cigar and put it in him mouth. He looked as though he would say something else but thought better of it, turned, and left.
Jolie closed the door to her room behind her, frustrated at what Logan was telling her. She was wasting her time here, she had only stayed in hopes to remember what she had lost. With that gone there was no reason for her to stay, her mind lingered for a moment on Scott, an image in her mind, but she shook that away. Her job was going to be complicated enough without him on her mind.
Logan entered the kitchen, seeing that beautiful redhead drinking some hot chocolate. He snuck up behind her until he was close enough to smell the citrus tang of her shampoo.
"Don't forget I can read your dirty mind." Jean teased, turning around to face Logan. His terrifying demeanor had changed from when he was talking to Jolie, he now had a silly grin on his face, and his eyes seemed playful.
"So what am I thinkin'?" He grinned and leaned his hands against the counter, trapping Jean between him and the counter.
"I don't think I want to know," Jean's voice was stern, but a sly smile on her lips revealed that she wasn't serious. "You tell me." She eyed him carefully over her mug as she took a sip.
"Darlin'," He grinned. "I thought you'd never ask." He leaned forward and pressed his forhead against hers. The softness of her skin felt nice against his own. "I'm thinking a white picket fence," Jean giggled but Logan held his fingers up to her mouth. "Hush, let me finish. A nice cabin on the lake, a few dozen kids." Jean couldn't hold back her laughter. "Okay, just a half dozen. A wedding on the beach." Logan looked at Jean seriously, he knew what she had already told him, but it hurt his heart to see her with someone else.
Jean returned his steady gaze, her heart had quickened. She had always gotten nervous around Logan, it was probably why she so often tried to fend off his attempts. The truth was she was comfortable with Scott, and she was scared to move away from that. But now, the more she thought about it, the more she liked the butterflies that threatened to swarm in her stomach. There was an excitement that she wasn't sure she remembered feeling with Scott. "I want a wedding in the snow." She smiled shyly, she had never really given Logan any trace of hope, she could see his eyes light up.
"Whatever you want darlin'," He pulled her close into him, running his hand through her silky hair. How he had longed to taste that strawberry gloss that Jean was so fond of. He was surprised to feel Jean press into his lips first, here eyes closed tightly, as she tried to put the hot chocolate down on the counter behind her. She grew more heated as she held his head with both her hands, massaging his head, Logan groaned lightly, it felt good that he finally had Jean in his arms.
He pushed through her lips gently, and tickled the inside of her mouth with his tongue. He could feel her exploring his mouth with her own tongue, he watched her always, eyes enjoying the view. He worried that if he closed his eyes she would disappear, and he would have to admit it was just a dream.
Jean stopped and opened her eyes; she looked softer than he had ever seen her before. He smiled, she had never looked at him that way, and he hoped it wouldn't be the last time. "Trust me," She said, pulling one of his hands up to her face. "I'm not going anywhere."
Logan grinned, realizing she had heard his thoughts. "We'll I best take advantage of that." He brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her more deeply than before, this time letting his eyes drift closed, it was the best feeling he had ever had.
Scott entered the mansion feeling a little confused, but he smiled despite his feelings of guilt. His hand was in his pocket, feeling the feather gently. He needed to take his mind off of it, so he headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. He pushed open the door, and it swung wide without a noise. Scott was startled to see Logan standing with his back to him, and someone with their arms wrapped around him.
It took a moment for Scott to realize who that 'someone' was, brilliant red hair, milky white skin, he could even hear her familiar giggles. Jean was very much focused on the task at hand, and neither her nor Logan noticed Scott's presence. He thought for a moment that he would say something, but thought better of it. Scott had seen the way Logan looked at Jean, always had looked at her that way. Scott had even asked Jean about it, but she said she had settled the matter; apparently there was more to be discussed between the two.
Scott quietly made his exit, feeling defeated. He had tested his own loyalties, and he had prevailed, barely. He didn't understand why Jean hadn't just told him there was something wrong. He felt betrayed, there was no reason for her to be dishonest with him like this. He went to lay down in his bedroom, trying not to think to much about what just happened.
Jean had freshened up as best as she could in front of the bathroom mirror. Her hair still looked a little ruffled but she managed to rearrange it well enough. She had been looking for Scott all afternoon and had finally consulted the Professor on the matter, because she was unable to seek him out with her mind.
"Perhaps you could try his room." Xavier smiled with understanding when she had come to ask for help. Jean thanked the Professor and took off in that direction, Scott's room was in the far wing of the mansion, she wondered why she had not been able to sense him there.
Jean knocked on his door lightly, waiting for an answer. She heard a mumble from within and took that as a good enough response. "Scott?" She probed with her mind as she entered the room.
He shook his hands at her, "No, don't read me, not right now." Scott had experienced it enough to know what it felt like to have Jean inspecting his mind. He didn't want her knowing what he knew just yet.
"I'm sorry Scott, I just couldn't find you. I didn't realize I was getting blocked." She smiled and sat down on the bed next to him. "Is there something wrong?" She asked, wanting to know if maybe she shouldn't say anything about her and Logan.
"No, I'm fine. I just...I just need some time to think..." Scott held his head in his palms and stared at the floor. He refused to look Jean in the eye, but he wasn't about to tell her about it.
"Okay," She chewed her lip nervously, her stomach was feeling sick now, so very unlike the butterflies that Logan gave her. But she knew that the sick feeling was more her fault than it was Scott's, it was guilt and nerves mixing together, urging her to tell him the truth. "I just wanted to talk..." She took a deep breath, she couldn't tell him the whole truth. "About seeing other people." She didn't want to seed more bad blood between Scott and Logan, she saw no reason to tell him about her kitchen incident.
Scott finally looked up at her, a strange smirk on his face, but it wasn't a friendly one. "You suppose so?" Jean didn't understand his tone, but it didn't seem to be anger which she thought was a good sign. She nodded her head. "We'll I guess that's alright." Scott went back to looking at the floor, that same strange smirk on his face.
Jean sat on the bed in silence for a little bit until the awkwardness finally got to her. "We'll I guess I'll be going now." She got up and kissed the top of Scott's head, he didn't respond, and Jean walked out the door. Scott shook his head, he was beyond angry; he couldn't believe she wasn't going to tell her about Logan. He threw himself back onto the soft bed and crushed a pillow against his face, letting his eyes close and he drifted off into sleep.