Author's Note: Another sort of disjointed chapter, but oh, well. There's a lot going on in this chapter. Rachel doesn't have that big of a part, though, so sorry. I was going to write one more section with her, but my brain died. Plus, certain people made me write this chapter instead of my final paper. Certain people who will remain nameless. There, it's up? Happy? And, you know, usual comments about flames, Abby's angry German yelling, Paesha's chest, and now some vague comments about intestines being eaten.

Chapter Ten

Rachel and Bobby had every intention of staying on their separate sides. But somehow, during the night, they had both sort of gravitated towards the middle until they had ended up right next to each other. They weren't cuddling, exactly, but Bobby was lying on his back and Rachel was on her side next to him, one arm tossed over his stomach. Both of them were sleeping soundly, which was probably how Zephyr and Anorra had been able to sneak into the room so easily that Monday morning. They had switched Rachel's keys back, giving her the ones to her room again, and then quietly taken pictures of the two of them before leaving without Rachel or Bobby knowing.

"Think we should use these to prank Bobby?" Zephyr asked as they looked through the pictures on Anorra's digital camera.

Anorra considered, then shook her head. "Nah. These are more blackmail material. We can think of something better for the prank."

"Good point." Zephyr agreed. "Do we have any ideas about that?"

"Sam said something about Viagra in the ice cubes, but I'd be worried about that. There's always a chance that someone else could get it." Anorra said.

"Ewww." Zephyr said. "What if the Professor accidentally got it?"

"Zephyr!" Anorra said, wincing. "I didn't need to hear that."

Zephyr grinned. "Sorry. Too bad Sam isn't here. We probably could have given her another bad mental picture."

"And then she would have killed you." Anorra said.

"Which would suck." Zephyr said. "So maybe it's a good thing that she's not here. Besides, we did sort of just kill her plan."

Anorra shrugged. "We can do better. We just have to think about it."

Kurt was nearly done with his acrobatic routine when he spotted Samantha entering the gym. He watched her from the corner of his eye as he finished. Her eyes followed his every movement, admiration obvious in them. He had seen that look directed at him before, but that was only the faces of people that did not know what he really was. And Samantha's was somehow different. He couldn't figure out why, but he did like it. When he was through, he dropped down in front of her, expecting some form of the usual startled scream.

Instead, though, she grinned at him. "You're really good at that, you know."

He blushed. "Thank you. How is your hand feeling?"

"You're welcome. And it's fine." She said. "Sorry if I interrupted your practice."

Kurt shook his head. "I was just about finished anyway. Shouldn't you be resting?"

Samantha smiled. "Nah. I slept in late, so I'm not tired. Besides, I realized that I was really rude earlier because I never thanked you."

He blinked. "For what?"

"Hank said you caught me, during the battle. So I figured you probably saved my life." She said.

"I was only returning the favor." He said, glancing down at her bandaged hand.

"It's not like I really did much." She replied. "You probably could have just teleported away or something."

"Not if I was not aware that it was coming towards me." Kurt said. "Which I was not."

She laughed. "Okay, so we both helped each other out, then. Still, I wanted to thank you for staying with me, too. Even though I was sort of a pain."

Kurt chuckled in return. "I didn't mind. The conversation was pleasant. Although I don't understand why you were so against staying down there."

Samantha shrugged. "I just don't like hospitals. It wasn't too bad down there, but I hate just sitting around, feeling helpless. Especially not when there are things I should be doing."

He considered that. "I suppose I could understand feeling that. But wouldn't it be better to wait until you are healed and could perform better?"

"I wasn't hurt that bad." She commented, then grinned. "Although I can't believe you teamed up with Anorra to keep me in there. I think you actually scared Rachel."

Kurt blinked. "Is that surprising to you?"

"Well, yeah. I don't really think of you as the scary type." She said, then added. "Um, no offense or anything. Obviously you can be scary if you try."

He shook his head. "I am not offended. Not many people seem to feel that way."

"Really?" Samantha asked. "I guess I just can't see that. Sorry."

Kurt smiled, amused. "You are apologizing for the fact that you do not find my appearance scary?"

"Okay, well, when you say it that way it sounds kinda stupid." She admitted. "Fine. Be that way."

He laughed. "Does this mean I win?"

"For now. But I'll get you back." Samantha said. "I will, watch."

He grinned. "You are very entertaining, do you know that?"

"Wow. That's quite a compliment, coming from a professional entertainer." She said, winking. "Oh! Hey, it's almost time for breakfast. You want to sit with us today?" Her voice was casual as she attempted not to show how anxious she was about the answer to that question.

Kurt blinked for a moment, considering that. He usually ate with Storm, Hank, Charles, and occasionally Logan or Scott. Or by himself, if the mood struck him. The idea of sitting amongst so many people was a little intimidating. Still, though, he found himself nodding. "I would love to."

She beamed at him, not bothering to hide her happiness. "Great! You can sit next to me."

When Bobby woke up late that morning, Rachel was still sleeping. For some unknown reason, waking up next to her felt as natural as if he had been doing it for a long time, so it took him a few moments to realize that her arm was tossed over his stomach. He kept still, not sure what to do. He didn't want to stir and wake her, but he couldn't just keep lying in bed forever. Fortunately, before he had to make a decision, Rachel shifted beside him and opened her eyes.

Bobby turned to face her and. "Morning."

"Morning. What time is it?" She returned sleepily, smiling back at him. She snuggled closer to her pillow, feeling comfortable enough there that she almost slipped back into sleep.

"Just after eleven." He replied, preventing her return to sleep.

"Oh. We missed breakfast." She said.

Bobby nodded. "Yup. Oh, well. I usually do on Mondays."

"Mmm." She murmured, then asked, "You didn't have an early class today, did you?"

He shook his head. "Nope. I don't have anything until one."

"Okay. Good." She said, rolling onto her back and stretching. "Oh. Um, hey, thanks for letting me sleep here."

"No problem. It wasn't like I minded having a pretty girl sleep in my bed." He teased.

Rachel blushed. "Shut it, you."

"I'm just kidding." Bobby said. "But, you know, any time you want to repeat the experience…."

She shoved him playfully and he laughed. They lay there in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry about Rogue." Rachel said suddenly.

Bobby blinked at her. "What are you sorry about?"

"I dunno. But break ups tend to suck." She said.

He shook his head. "This one didn't. It had been coming for awhile. Besides, I think she'll be happier with Gambit. I know they haven't done anything yet, but it's sort of obvious."

Rachel tilted her head at him. "What about you?"

He considered for a moment, then shrugged. "I'm happy right now. That's all I need to know."

Zephyr rested her head against Bobby's shoulder as she struggled to stay awake. It would be a really bad thing if one of the TAs couldn't even prevent herself from falling asleep in class. It wasn't as if Storm's piloting class was boring. It really wasn't. Storm was an excellent teacher. It was just that Zephyr had been up late with Anorra switching Rachel's keys, and then she had woken up early that morning to switch them back. Over all, she had gotten about four hours of sleep. Which meant she was really tired.

And Bobby's shoulder made a good pillow. Fortunately, he didn't seem to mind that she was using him to sleep on. She and Bobby TAed for this class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, which meant they had already had three classes to talk in. And it was why Zephyr felt comfortable enough to sleep against him. Despite her tiredness, though, Zephyr found herself unable to sleep.

She lifted her head and Bobby grinned at her.

"Tired?" He asked.

"Yeah." She said. "Didn't get much sleep last night. Probably not a good idea to sleep in class, though."

He chuckled. "It doesn't set the best example for the students, does it?"

Zephyr shook her head. "I'm still not used to this whole example thing."

"I am." Bobby said. "I grew up with a younger brother. My parents always told me to set an example for him."

There was something bitter about Bobby's tone that made Zephyr change her response from a comment about her own brother to, "You okay?"

"Yeah." He said, shrugging. "I just don't really like thinking about it. I, um, sort of had a falling out with my family about a year ago."

"Oh." Zephyr said. "That sucks. Can I ask why?"

"I had to tell them I was a mutant." He said, his voice slightly sad. "My little brother freaked out. He called the cops on us. My parents supported his decision." Then the bitterness crept back into his tone as he added, "It probably didn't help that John's attempt to stop the cops ended up nearly burning down our house."

She nodded. Rachel had told her and the others about Bobby's ex-best friend. "I'm sorry. Why'd you have to tell them?"

"It was when we were invaded." Bobby said. "We ended up at my house. Besides, I couldn't keep it a secret forever."

"I know what you mean." She said softly. "My father and brother still don't know. I'm afraid to tell them."

"Why?" He asked, then smiled a bit. "I mean, just because my family reacted badly doesn't mean yours will."

"I have a feeling they will." She admitted. "My mother knew. She told me to keep it a secret from them. She said they wouldn't understand. That always confused me a little. She kept telling me that my powers were a blessing and that I was perfect the way I was. But she never told my father or my brother."

"I guess we'll never understand what makes people act the way they do." He said. "But I try not to let it get me down too much. After all, I have everyone here. This place has been like a home to me since I came here when I was fourteen."

"It feels like a home to me, too." She said, smiling at him.

They talked for the rest of the class, bantering back and forth easily until Storm dismissed them.

It was late in the afternoon when Anorra decided that taking over the sauna for awhile sounded like a really good idea. She headed downstairs to the girl's locker room outside of the gym, where she changed out of her clothes and wrapped a towel around herself. She then walked over to the sauna and programmed it for high steam. Grabbing her waterproof iPod, Anorra slid inside the room and closed the door, sitting down on one of the furthest benches. She switched on her iPod, then closed her eyes and leaned back as tango music filled her ears.

True to her thoughts the day before, she had managed to keep from running into Piotr all day today. She wasn't sure what he thought of her avoiding him, but at the moment she wasn't entirely positive that she cared. Anorra couldn't believe what she had done. She could only attribute it to a brief lapse of sanity due to shock. Normally Anorra was very level-headed, the most level-headed of her group of friends. Of course, considering her friends, that wasn't saying much. Still, though, Anorra knew how to keep her cool.

But something about Piotr lying there, with the possibility that he would never wake up, had made Anorra incredibly scared. She had always been very protective of the people she cared about, and had a tendency to get really pissed off when someone hurt them. It had never been that bad, though. Of course, she had never experienced the near death of a friend before. And Piotr…There was something about him. Something that made Anorra think of him as more than a friend, even if she wasn't entirely aware of it.

Anorra gave a slight sigh. She didn't want to be thinking about this. Sometimes she thought her life had been simpler when she was living on her own in the woods. Although she usually didn't keep that opinion for too long. All she had to do was remember how lonely her life had been before Samantha, Cassandra, Zephyr, and Rachel had practically forced her to be their friend. Anorra had never regretted becoming friends with them, though. She still didn't, not even now when it had led to her sitting here with her irritating confusing thoughts. And she didn't regret coming to live at the mansion, either. She felt more at home here than she had anywhere. Ever.

That thought made her feel better. And it calmed her thoughts enough that she was able to relax back against the bench, clearing her mind into pretty much nothing. By the time the steam started fading, she was almost asleep. As such, she didn't notice that Piotr had come into the sauna until he saw her.

"Hello, Anorra." He greeted. "I didn't realize you were in here as well."

She jumped, her eyes landing on him and the towel that was his only covering. "I. Um. Oh."

He smiled. "I take it you did not know I was in here, either?"

Anorra shook her head. "No. I, um. I need to go now."

She stood up abruptly and practically ran out. It wasn't until she was outside of the sauna and had closed the door behind her that Anorra realized her abrupt motions had caused her towel to come undone and she was no longer wearing it. Which meant that it had fallen off somewhere inside the sauna. And was still in here. Anorra froze. She could try to run back to the girl's locker room and hope she wouldn't meet anyone on the way, or she could go back inside the sauna and retrieve her towel. Neither of those options sounded very appealing.

Before she could decide, Piotr cleared his throat behind her. She turned around and saw that he had opened the sauna door a crack, enough to stick his hand out and offer her the fallen towel.

"I believe this is yours." He said from behind the door.

Anorra let out a small squeak before she got herself under control long enough to grab the towel, stutter out a thank you, then wrap it around herself and dash off.

"What's wrong, Anorra?" Hank asked, swinging up to sit down next to her.

Anorra was currently perched on a tree branch, her legs dangling over the side of the branch. She was absently stripping the dead leaves off of a fallen twig as she stared off into the sunset, but as she heard his arrival she turned to smile at him. They had talked quite often during her time in the medical facility and she was quite fond of him.

"I don't know." She said, then sighed. "I really wish I hadn't kissed Piotr like that. Everything's so confusing now."

"Ahh." Hank said. "People do unusual things when they're under stress."

She frowned. "I don't. I'm always the level-headed one. I don't know what was wrong with me."

"You were concerned about him." He said. "I'm sure he doesn't fault you for it."

Anorra smiled slightly. "No, I'm sure he doesn't. He wouldn't."

Hank noticed her smile and the soft tone of affection in her voice and gave a smile himself. "Then what's the problem?"

"I don't know." She said. "I guess I'm the problem. I'm all uncomfortable around him."

"That's natural." He said. "Give it a few days and the feeling should subside. You two were good friends before, weren't you?"

She shrugged. "Not really. We were just friends, I guess. But I was really starting to feel comfortable around him. Which is a big step. Or was."

"Perhaps you just need to speak with him, then, and sort everything out." He suggested.

"I would, but I just freeze up every time I'm around him. And then I usually have to be somewhere else." She admitted.

Hank chuckled. "I was the same way myself in middle school. I was terrified of girls."

"How'd you get over it?" She asked.

"I joined the football team my freshman year of high school." He said. "Then it was pretty much a requirement to be around girls. And after that, I came here."

Anorra smiled. "You were one of the first students, weren't you?"

Hank nodded. "For a long time, it was Scott, Jean, Ororo, and myself."

"Who are Scott and Jean?" She asked.

He glanced down briefly. "Jean died last year. She sacrificed herself to save her teammates."

"Oh." Anorra said. "I'm sorry."

"So I am. She was a wonderful woman. She was engaged to Scott." Hank said. "He hasn't been the same since she died. His change was one of the main reasons I came back to teach at the school."

"Is he still here?" She asked.

"Sometimes. But not very often. Not often enough to be considered a teacher." He shook his head. "I almost couldn't believe it. The Scott I knew would have never abandoned this place, not for anything."

"He must have loved her very much." Anorra said. "For it to change him so much."

"Yes, he did. He still does." He said. "I think he knows there are other important things to be done, that people still need him, but….I don't think he's quite gotten over the shock yet. No one seems to be able to reach him."

She considered that. "Where is he now?"

Hank shrugged. "I'm not sure. Charles must know, but he seems to feel that Scott just needs time. I hope it will be enough. Scott's presence is very much missed."

"I noticed that some classes were on hiatus, like the auto shop class that Sam wanted to take. Were those his?" Anorra asked.

"Yes. A few others were as well. He usually ran the Danger Room sessions. Logan has been subbing for him." Hank said. "Logan does do a good job, though. I'm certainly not dismissing his work. I just think it would be better for all concerned if Scott was back. Especially for Scott himself. He needs his family, whether or not he knows it."

"Does Scott have real family?" She asked.

He nodded firmly. "He does. We are his family, and that is more real than some blood related families out there. We're your family, too." He told her.

Anorra blinked at him, startled that he seemed to know that she was thinking about being alone except for her friends. Then she smiled. "I guess you guys are."

Kurt was walking back to his room when he heard the sound of someone singing in German coming from one of the rooms in the left wing. The words were loud, angry, and filled with lyrics about destroying things and killing. Eyes widened, he followed the music to Cassandra's room and knocked on the door. The music quieted, but didn't stop, then Cassandra opened the door.

"Hey, Kurt. What's up?" She asked.

"Um. Do you know what this song means?" He asked.

Cassandra shrugged. "Sort of. Hey, it's angry. And therefore happy!"

Kurt stared at her. "Um…."

"Hey!" Cassandra said, eyes lighting up. "You can translate! Come on in."

Without giving him a choice, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the room, closing the door behind them.

She plopped down on the bed, then informed him, "Have a seat."

There was an absence of chairs in her room, so Kurt paused for a long moment, then sat down on the bed. He had enjoyed eating breakfast with the group, but he was not sure he felt comfortable sitting on the young woman's bed. It was really not proper. And if he was sitting on anyone's bed, he would rather it be….He cut off that train of thought, then asked, "Erm, you wished me to translate the songs?"

"Huh?" Cassandra asked, then shook her head. "Nah, that's okay. It's more fun when I don't know what they're saying."

Kurt blinked at her again. She was very random, this girl. He rather enjoyed it, actually, and he smiled. "All right, then. I will keep from mentioning what they are saying."

"Thanks." She said. "How long have you been here?"

"A little under a year." He answered.

"You were in the circus before that, right? Sam said you were really good." Cassandra said. "She mentioned something about wanting to watch you again, but she probably didn't tell you that. She has odd moments of random shyness."

Kurt blushed slightly. "No, she did not mention that. She really said I was good?"

"Yup." Cassandra said. "And she started talking about people being stupid and thinking you were scary, but I sort of tuned her out. She has a tendency to not shut up sometimes." She grinned. "Sort of like me. But she's worse, really."

Kurt laughed. "I was discussing something like this with Samantha earlier. She does talk quite a bit. But the things she says are usually worth listening to."

"Maybe when she talks to you." Cassandra said. "Sometimes she makes no sense, though. Of course, we all do that sometimes."

He smiled. "The mansion is certainly more entertaining since you arrived. And in a good sense."

"We try." She said, smiling back at him. "Oh! Hey, what's Germany like? I've always wanted to go, but I've never been. I went to Greece instead."

Kurt blinked for a moment at the rapid subject change, then went with it, describing his homeland. He lapsed into German a few times, and was surprised to discover that she understood it.

"I took German in high school." Cassandra said. "I'm not as good as Anorra, though."

He nodded. "Anorra is in my advanced German class. She is one of my best students. You should have taken a class."

"I should have." Cassandra agreed. "But there were other things I had to take, and I really didn't want too many classes."

"Would you like to join Samantha and myself on Mondays and Wednesdays? You could help me teach her. Teaching is the best way to learn a language." He said.

Cassandra shook her head. "Nah. I wouldn't want to interrupt Sam's alone time with you. She really enjoys it."

He looked surprised. "Does she?"

"Yeah. I think she likes you." Cassandra said, grinning. "Don't tell her that, though. I don't think she knows it yet."

Kurt blushed darkly. "I'm sure she doesn't. Not in the way you are implying."

Cassandra shrugged. "She goes on about how pretty you are. But that might just be her being special."

He didn't know what to say to that. Kurt found it rather impossible to believe that someone would make any big deal about him being attractive, not unless they were being sarcastic. "Um."

"Oh. I'm embarrassing you, aren't I?" She asked. "I seem to be doing that a lot lately."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

Cassandra shrugged. "Logan's been avoiding me. I think I might have done something stupid while I was on medication."

"Whatever happened, it is most likely not your fault." He told her. "Logan often does that. He is not very sociable, but he really is a good person."

"I know." She said, smiling. "He's really just a big softie. Still, though, I probably did something."

"Don't worry about it." Kurt told her. "If you like, I will tell him that you wish to speak with him when I see him."

Cassandra smiled and hugged him on impulse. "Thanks, Kurt. I'd appreciate that."

"It is no problem. I do not mind helping out a friend." Kurt told her, hugging her gently back. "I should let you get some sleep now."

"Oh, who needs sleep?" Cassandra said, grinning. "But, yeah, it is kind of late. I'll see you tomorrow. Are you going to eat breakfast with us again?"

"Sure. If you do not mind my company." He said.

"We love it." She told him. "Especially Sam. She'll probably steal you to sit next to again, but, oh, well."

Kurt shook his head slightly, then smiled at her as he stood up and headed for the door. "I will see you at breakfast. Guten nacht, Cassandra."

Logan leaned back on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table and smoking a cigar. It was late, just past midnight, so most of the students were sleeping in their rooms. And those that weren't were being quite about whatever they were doing, so Logan wasn't concerned. Besides, he had other things on his mind. He had avoided Cassandra the whole day, not wanting to talk about what had happened last night. He especially didn't want to discuss what had happened the night before that. Logan wasn't even sure what that was. He also wasn't sure why holding Cassandra had brought up strong feelings, stronger even than the ones he had felt around Jean.

Jean had been the only woman he could remember loving. He still loved her. But then what was this emotion that Cassandra stirred up? It was starting to be hard to be around her without wanting to do something really stupid. Logan wasn't used to reigning in his desires. When he wanted something, which was rare enough itself, he usually just damn well got it.

His straightened up, then, as he heard someone walk into the room, but relaxed when he realized it was Samantha.

"Hey, Logan." She greeted. "I should have figured it was you smoking."

"It bother you?" He asked.

Samantha shook her head. "No. My brother smokes that brand. You mind if I hang out in here a bit? I sort of miss him."

He shrugged. "I don't own the room."

She took that as agreement and sat down on the couch next to him. "Thanks."

"Uh-huh. So you got a brother?" Logan said.

She nodded. "Trent. He's a few years older than me."

He switched his cigar to the other side of his mouth. "He a mutant?"

"Nope." She said. "Human. He knows about me, though. So do my parents. They're great about it, which I guess is pretty rare around here."

"Yeah." Logan said, remembering what had happened when Bobby told his family that he was a mutant. "You're lucky, kid."

"I know." She agreed. "But I think, for a lot of people, being here almost makes up for it. You guys are sort of like a family."

Logan agreed. Since he had made the decision to through his lot in with them instead of going with Stryker, that's how he had felt. Like these people were his family. But he didn't say anything. Instead, he just shrugged.

Samantha looked at him for a moment. "I can feel you, you know. Not very much. Almost not at all. But it's there. You have a little animal in you."

He was startled, but he didn't show it.

When he didn't say anything, she continued. "I think that's why I trust you."

"I'm not sure I'm a good person to trust, kid." Logan told her.

Samantha shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I do. Hey, can you feel me? Some connection or something?"

Logan hadn't thought about it, but now that he concentrated, he could. Some vague emotion that he couldn't sense enough to recognize but knew wasn't him. "Not really. Just a little. Stay out of my head, though."

"I couldn't get in it if I tried." She told him. "You're not an animal. Not really."

"I thought you said I was." He countered.

She shook her head. "Not enough to count. You only have a little. I dunno, you better than me. I only know that you feel okay to me. Which is good."

"If you say so." He said.

"It is." She said, then fell silent.

They sat there for awhile, a comfortable silence stretching between them.

Then, Samantha said quietly, "You should talk to Cass. She's worried that you're avoiding her."

"I don't know what to say to her." Logan admitted. "Stuff like that is not my territory."

"Still. Something is better than nothing. She really likes you, you know." She said, then stood up. "I'm heading to bed. See you tomorrow."

Logan nodded, mulling over her last comment. He knew. He just didn't know what that meant for him.

He shouldn't be here. Logan knew that, but it didn't stop him from knocking on Cassandra's door anyways. He wasn't sure she'd be up, since her medication usually put her to sleep before now, but he figured he'd give it a shot. It took a moment, but Cassandra finally opened the door, looking wide awake and unmedicated.

"Hey, Logan." She greeted, trying to hide how happy she was to see him. "What's up?"

Logan shifted uncomfortably. "Look, Cassandra, about lost night. Um, I just wanted to let you know that it was the hot water, not you. Not that you're not pretty or anything, but…"

"Logan." Cassandra said slowly, in a 'you are slightly crazy' voice. "What are you talking about."

He paused. "You don't remember?"

"Remember what?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing. Never mind. It's not important."

"Okay." She said, blinking at him. "You wanna come in?"

"Sure." Logan said before he could think about it. But then it was too late, so he walked into her room and she closed the door behind him.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Cassandra asked.

Logan shrugged. "Okay. What?"

"Did I do something stupid while I was on the meds? Cause you've sort of been avoiding me lately." Cassandra said.

He winced. He knew that she was going to ask something like that. He just didn't know how to reply to it. Finally, he settled for, "Not really."

Cassandra frowned at him. "You're lying to me, aren't you? I did do something stupid."

Logan sighed. He hated this. He was no good at this stuff. He even screwed it up with Jean, what made him think he'd be able to do it with Cassandra? "No, it was my problem, not yours."

"If I did something to make you uncomfortable, then it's my problem, too." She insisted. "I have a right to know why you're mad at me."

"I wasn't mad at you." He said. "I was just…"

"Freaked out." She said. "I knew it. I freaked you out. Oh my God. I kissed you, didn't I? I remember something embarrassing like that."

"Why would you think you kissed me?" Logan asked.

Cassandra blushed. "Um. No reason. I wouldn't. Not because I don't want to. I mean….Oh, crap. I'm just digging myself further into the ground, aren't I?"

Logan looked at her for a moment. During their conversation, she had moved closer to him until they were less than a foot apart. Now, before his rarely appearing logical side could show up, he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers. Cassandra blinked, then went with it, deepening the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms slipped around her waist and he pulled her against him.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both panting for breath.

"I don't think that was quite enough." Cassandra murmured. "Let's try that again."

She kissed him once more, and he went into it. By the time they pulled away from a break that was longer than a simple breath, Logan's shirt was off and Cassandra's was rumpled. They looked at each for a moment, and then were kissing again. Finally, before it could go further than a long make-out session, Logan pulled away.

"You should get some sleep, Cass." He said. "You're still healing."

"Logan…." Cassandra said. "What just happened?"

"I don't know." He admitted.

"Do you regret it?" She asked.

Logan shook his head. "No. Don't ever think that I regret kissing you. It's the first thing that's made me forget in a long time."

Cassandra blinked at him. "Forget what?"

"What I remember of my past." Logan said, then shook his head. "Not tonight. I'll tell you later."

"You promise?" She asked.

"Yeah." Logan said. "I promise. Now get some sleep."