Jean willed herself to relax as she tried to enjoy the comfort of nice hot soak. The Professor and Storm had left hours ago and she had spent most of the day trying not to think of the argument with Storm. She had done some paperwork, a few loads of laundry, rearranged her closet and checked on the few students who remained. After checking on the students, she decided she needed a little time to herself to relax and just let go and a nice hot bath was the answer.

The only problem was that now that she had stopped moving she couldn't stop thinking about the things that Storm had said. She knew she had hurt Scott by flirting with Logan. She hadn't meant to, it was just so easy to allow herself to enjoy Logan's attention. She had been flattered by it, and lets face it he was sexy as hell. But still, she knew that didn't excuse the pain she had inflicted on Scott. She also knew if the situations were reversed that Scott would have never disrespected her or their relationship in such a manner. She knew because she had seen him shoot down women who tried to flirt with him in her presence, he had never allowed himself or anyone else disrespect her in that way. It hurt to know that she hadn't respected him in the same manner.

Jean allowed herself to sink down further into the tub, until her head was resting on the ledge. She didn't know why she couldn't recall of the details of Scott's death. It was like a wall just went up, and she couldn't find any way around it, through it, over it, or under it. And she didn't think that she wanted to. To have to remember the look in his eyes, as he realized what was happening to him, what she was doing to him. What she imagined was bad enough – she didn't want to think of how much worse the reality of it was. God, she missed him. They had been friends before they became lovers and she missed the closeness they shared, the easy camaraderie, that bond that happens between two people who have been together for so long, the way that, even without telepathy, they no longer needed to hear the actual words to know what the other person is thinking or feeling. She didn't have that with Logan.

Logan, she didn't know what was going to happen there. It had been so easy to fall into a relationship with him. He had stuck by her side through everything and she had needed him and everything he was offering. His strength, his loyalty, his unwavering love and support and most of all she needed the comfort. Not that those were the only reasons for their relationship. They were attracted to each other, the attraction had been there from the beginning, as well as other feelings that she had thought had been worth exploring. God, how had she let this happen? She didn't even think that she loved him, she was grateful to him, she was attracted to him, she even liked him but she didn't think she loved him.

They really didn't known each other all that well and now that there was nothing to distract them from each other, she was starting to realize and maybe he was too, that they didn't fit. Sure the attraction was still there but it was waning in light of how little else they had going for them. Jean pulled the plug and allowed the water to start draining from the tub. Standing she grabbed a towel and started drying off. Blotting most of the moister from her body she wrapped a dry towel around her and exited the bathroom where she saw Logan sitting on the bed with his duffel bag by his feet.

"Hi."

Logan stood. "Hey, Jeannie."

Jean glanced from Logan's face to the bag by his feet and back again. "Going somewhere?"

Logan shakes his head. "No. I'm just moving my stuff to another room." Logan paused after this statement. "Look Jeannie, we both know this ain't working. It was good at first; hell the sex is still good. But everything else is not working. All we seem to do is argue and I don't want that."

"I know, it's not what I want either." Jean smiled sadly at Logan. "We read too much into a simple attraction "

"It was never just an attraction for me Jeannie. I loved you. You're the first woman I've allowed to get this close to me, well at least as far as I can remember. But I can't be in a relationship that consists of me, you and Scott."

"Scott's not…"

"Yes, he is Jeannie." Logan walked over to Jean and placed his hand over her heart. "He's still here. You haven't let him go and I don't think you will anytime soon."

"Logan…" Logan shakes his head to stop her from saying anything more.

"No, Jeannie. It's time to face it." Logan leans in and kisses Jean; he then turns picks up his bag and walks out the door.

"Damn." Jean mutters as the door closes behind Logan. Moving over to her dresser she pulls out a few items and starts dressing. Straightening as she pulls her pants on she stops and stares at herself in the mirror. Damn, she thinks again as tears start to fall from her eyes. The one person she could have possibly spoken to about this wasn't here and even if she was Ororo was so furious with her, she probably wouldn't want to hear it anyway.

"Oh God, Scott. What have I done?"

Ororo awoke slowly aware that she was lying down. "What…what happened? Turning her head she looked for the Professor only to have her gaze fall on Scott. Ororo blinked a few times as a slow smile played across her lips.

"I wasn't hallucinating? You're really here?" Scott nodded his head an allowed a soft smile to grace his face as well.

"No, you weren't hallucinating, I'm really here. It's good to see you again Ro." Storm sat up slowly as Scott moved closer in case she needed any help.

"It's good to see you again as well my friend. Although, I do have one question for you. Storm paused as a roll thunder could be heard outside. "Where in the hell have you been?"