That night, as Joss changed in the bathroom, Logan set up a camp bed on the floor next to her bed but, testing it out, snorted angrily and took it down again deciding the floor would be more comfortable.

Joss emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of blue and white mans boxer shorts and a white t-shirt, Logan raised an eyebrow at them, she raised one back. He was wearing a pair of loose black slacks and no shirt.

"You bled all over my PJ's!" he asked if she couldn't have borrowed some, she shook her head solemnly. "Besides, these smell like Zeke." He sniffed at her and wrinkled his nose in distaste. Joss threw a cushion at him and he dropped it to the floor where he was to be sleeping. She looked at the blanket laid out on the carpet, critically.

"You sure that'll be enough." He shrugged and lay down on his back, hands behind his head. She frowned in mock concern. "But what about your poor old mans back?"

"Hey, watch it kid!" Logan warned. "I'll bring you down here with me." He smiled suggestively, flirtatiously,she played along.

"Maybe I'd better keep talking, find out what all the fuss is about!" Logan propped himself up on his elbows, grinning.

"There's fuss?" she opened her mouth to reply when they were startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat by the door.

Turning sharply they found Scott and Jean standing in the doorway, both looking apprehensive.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Logan?" Jean asked, "You two sharing a room?" she was smiling as she said it, knowing that they had only been playing, that their relationship, whilst being very close, was not ofthat nature, but was serious in her question, they both grinned avoiding her gaze.

Scott looked a tad sterner.

"Do you think that maybe you should be wearing a shirt, Logan?" he asked, stiffly. Logan looked down at his bare chest and slacks.

"You going to give me yours, Cyke?" he asked, in the same way he'd been speaking to Joss a moment before. He raised his eyebrows questioningly, still lying on his back. "You're lucky, this is more than I usually wear to bed." Scott reddened as his eyes slid to exactly where Logan had known they would.

He turned and left, Jean shot them both a reproving look and followed him out. As soon as the door closed the guilty pair burst out laughing.

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Out in the corridor Scott turned to Jean indignantly. He started to speak but she placed a hand over his open mouth, indicating to the door, reminding him that his two tormentors both possessed very sensitive ears.

He was just teasing you. Don't rise to it. And you know he would never… Scot nodded reluctantly and they crossed the landing to their own room.

Joss buried under her covers sticking her head over the edge of the bed to see Logan.

"You're mean!" she accused, grinning. "You know what he's like, that one shift of his eyes is gonna agonize him for weeks." Logan held up his hands innocently.

"Hey, can I help it if the boy wants me?" she threw another cushion.

"Oh, as if you wouldn't!" he didn't deny this, she raised her eyebrows, surprised. "Would you?" he shrugged.

"He could do with it." She inclined her head in agreement. "Would you?" he asked. She considered.

"Yes, probably, bet Jean's boring." Logan frowned at this, she ignored him "He's got a good physique under all those preppy clothes." Logan agreed.

"But, it would be my duty as self appointed guardian to kick his ass, if he fucked you." She smirked.

"Poor Scotty, he'll never know how close he came." They both laughed and settled back to sleep.

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Fifteen minutes later Joss heard Logan sigh and turn over again.

"Seriously," she asked, "do you want the bed?"

"No."

"I don't mind, trust me. As a cat I can get comfortable anywhere."

"No. Thanks."

"Sure?"

"Go to sleep Joss."

"Yeah, right sorry…. you sure?"

"Joss!"

Silence. He wondered if he had been a bit harsh, it was probable that Joss was more than a little anxious about going to sleep, but she knew he was there, which comforted her more than he knew.

Logan lay awake for a few hours after he heard her breath deepen and steady out. Knowing she was asleep, he waited for the nightmare they had both known would come, despite the light-hearted banter. He was just about to drift off when she kicked out suddenly, tangled in the covers. He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.

Joss was crying out, tossing her head from side to side and starting to roll off the other side of the bed, distressed. Logan reached out and, with an arm around her waist, pulled her gently off the bed and lowered her onto the carpet next to where he lay. She twisted in his arms complaining, but not at anything outside of her own head. He almost dropped her as she lashed out, just missing his face with her fist.

"Hey, hey," he murmured "come on Joss, calm down" she struggled against his hold and shouted out angrily in her sleep.

Carefully, Logan lay down close to her and murmured to her gently, stroking one hand up and down her side. Gradually, she opened her eyes and stared around the room, anxiously. He smiled at her and held his hand still, she frowned a little as the comforting motion stopped and he started again. Joss yawned broadly and moved in closer to him nuzzling her head under his chin, the nightmare banished by his presence. He brought his knees up, encircling her curled up body on three sides and, wrapping his arms around her, fell asleep whispering to her the words of an old song he remembered from somewhere deep in his mind.

As the first lights of dawn stretched across the room, through the partially opened curtains, Joss stirred and opened her eyes. She was lying on the thick carpet next to her bed, with her head resting on Logans chest, a hand draped across his stomach and one of his strong arms round her shoulders.

Joss couldn't remember how she got there but vaguely remembered becoming aware of Logans presence in the night, whispered words and of course the familiar nightmare. Familiar?

Silently, Joss sat up and ran a hand through her black hair, the old coloured streaks now completely faded, and frowned at the new amendment her mind had chosen to make without prior permission.

Still fast asleep next to her, Logan missed the warm presence of her body next to his and reached out an arm to pull her back down onto the carpet. She lay down next to him and his sleeping body relaxed again as he nuzzled his face in the back of her neck and settled back to his own dreams, now much more pleasant than they had been on his own.

Joss lay still back couldn't relax, as a single tear ran down her face.