Logan woke to sunlight slanting over the bed through the window. He'd forgotten to close the curtains but found he didn't much care, not when he rolled onto his side from his stomach and found Teva asleep in his bed, curled into a fetal position facing him. They'd separated at some point during the night, though he remembered her repeatedly reaching for him. At one point they'd made love again and she'd proven him wrong: he did have it in him to be gentle, to hold her close and not have the animal want to take over. It had been slow and lazy and almost better than the first time.

He felt her coming up out of sleep a short time later, her arms stretching out towards him and when her fingers touched him her eyes opened. "Mornin'."

"Mmmm."

"Don't go all pre-verbal on me, darlin'. How're ya feelin'?" He wanted to make sure she was okay, that there were no ill effects from the night before, either from the fight or from him.

"Mmmm," she said again. Her hands came up to rub at her eyes. "I think you scrambled my brains, Logan."

He couldn't help grinning at her. "Just doin' my job, babe."

Her hands lowered and she looked at him balefully. "You certainly are an arrogant wee bastard."

He responded by touching her, dragging his fingers up her leg before squeezing her thigh, and it got the reaction he'd been looking for. Her whole body shuddered. "Any reason I shouldn't be?"

Teva stuck her tongue out at him, squealing when he pounced and caught her lower lip between his teeth. He'd been going for her tongue but she'd pulled it back in before he could get to it. "Ah, no more, Logan, I'm sore as hell," she said when he freed her lip. "Two times in one night after a verrae long dry spell is more than I can handle right now, especially from one so well endowed as you."

He grinned at her again. "Didn't seem like you were complainin' about that last night."

"Aye, well, I was high on sex and painkillers last night so of course I was'nae complaining." She shoved him away. "Now? I'm complaining." She tried to sit up and hissed in pain when her right arm didn't want to cooperate and she fell back again. "Son of a bitch," she cursed. She struggled back up with just her left arm.

"Take it easy," he told her. "What'd Jean tell ya about the bullet wound, anyway?"

"She said it bruised the bone, and that you did a good job cleaning it before we got home. She did some more and stitched me up as well." She was holding her hand over the bandages, eyes tight with pain. "It'll take a while to heal but she said it would'nae be a problem."

Her stomach growled and she glanced down at it. "God, I dinnae even want to think about food."

Logan touched her shoulder. "Ya need to eat, babe. Get some clothes on and we'll go up and get somethin'." He got up to do the same, grabbing his jeans off the floor and putting them on.

She complied, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She got up and found her pants, struggled into them, and then she found her shirt. "Uh, Logan?" She held it up. "You ripped it."

He finished pulling a t-shirt on. "Oh, sorry." He grabbed the flannel shirt that was lying on the back of his desk chair. "Here, wear this."

She took it and got it on with only a little trouble. "Would you mind coming with me? I get the feeling I'm going to do more damage trying to dress myself."

Together they got her to her room and dressed again. She put his shirt back on and put one of the painkillers in the breast pocket.

"Little big through the shoulders, don'tcha think?"

She shrugged. "It smells like you."

He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. "Good enough for me. Let's go get ya some food."

The dining room was relatively quiet when they came upstairs, a large majority of the kids already off to classes on a weekday morning. Xavier, Kitty, and Jean sat at the staff table and they all smiled and greeted the couple. If anyone thought it strange that Teva was wearing his shirt they didn't say anything. He left her there to get them both food so she wouldn't have to struggle to balance the tray.

"I'm glad to see that there was no lasting damage to your arm," Xavier was saying when he returned. "That was a rather nasty wound."

"I got lucky, there were a lot of bullets stuck in the body armor." Ten, to be exact, Logan had counted. The rest had gone wide. "And lucky that Logan was there to patch me up."

Jean smiled at her and Logan, who'd returned. "He's had more than enough training as a field medic since he heals everything. He gets to take care of the rest of us when we need it."

"I did want to ask you, Teva, if you'd be willing to consider helping in tutoring Rosie and her sisters. They have all been out of school for quite a while and will need some help getting back up to speed."

"I - what?" Teva started, a bite of sausage halfway to her mouth. "What on earth for, Charles? I'm no qualified to do something like that, I dinnae have any training to be a teacher -"

"I think ya could do it." Logan hadn't quite realized he'd spoken until the words came out.

Teva's head turned to look at him, eyes wide. "You have more faith in me than I do, that's for damn sure." She turned back to Xavier. "Why do you think I can do this?"

Xavier's head tilted to the side. "First and foremost, those girls already have a bond with you." He held up a hand to forestall her protest. "And yes, I understand that it's not enough, but you have a natural talent for putting people at ease, and for putting things into terms that are easy to understand. Your empathy makes you uniquely qualified."

Teva's hand reached for Logan's under the table, a silent request for support that he freely gave.

The Professor picked up his napkin and dabbed at the corner of his mouth. "You won't be the only one teaching them; I wouldn't expect you to try to teach them something you don't understand, but I know how intelligent you are. And I know that you're more than capable of teaching them things that aren't strictly academic, which is what they need at this point in time. They need someone who can help them deal with the emotions that they are feeling right now."

He let it hang there, giving her time to think.

~Ya okay, babe? He's got a point.~

~This is bloody insane, Logan~ she thought back at him. ~I did'nae go to university.~

Logan squeezed her hand in his. ~Neither did I but I ended up teaching. Hell, at least you remember bein' in school, I don't. I don't remember what that's like.~

He knew she wanted to say yes even with the fear she felt, the uncertainty. The potential that Xavier saw in her was clear, it was a piece of that innocence that Logan saw, the girls needed someone they could relate to. He felt her faltering, ready to say no because she doubted herself.

~I've got faith in ya, Teva.~

She looked up at him then, biting her lip, and then she turned to Xavier. "I'll do it," she said. "God knows how, but I'll try, I'll do my best."

Xavier smiled. "Excellent. I think you can begin this afternoon by helping them get situated into rooms and showing them around the mansion."

"That's an easy first assignment," Teva replied. "At least I dinnae get lost around here anymore." She squeezed Logan's hand again and let it go. ~I dinnae get lost because I've got you.~

~Damned glad I found ya then, darlin'.~