Leah made her way to the hospital portion of the school. She was more than happy to relieve the tired and worn looking woman of her position and take over. She examined the high tech medical equipment, and smiled inwardly. This was machinery she could handle. She ran her hands over the button panels and went around and around until she had taken in every inch of the room. She was very excited.

Ever since she was little, she was torn between doing two things with her life- something to do with music and something to do with medicine. She decided on becoming a music teacher, but attending medical school afterwards. Why not? Her family could afford it, and she couldn't decide, so she qualified herself for both. The only problem was that the only position she could find was teaching math. She jumped at the opportunity to come to Xavier Institute and do the two things she loved best.

Her first hour on duty was uneventful. It was getting close to 11 o'clock and lights out was at 10:30, so most of the kids were already sleeping. She had a little girl come in with a stomach ache, so she gave her a mint and some flat ginger ale and sent her to bed. That was really the only exciting thing that happened. That is, until around 11:30 when disaster struck.

Two tall men in black suits came into the room. One was tall with short blond hair, and the other equal in altitude but with thick, dark hair. She had the horrible urge to start calling them Blondie and Blackie. They were carrying what looked like a homeless man by the armpits. The man was drooped over and letting his legs drag behind him. Leah winced in disgust.

"Hello, gentlemen," she said, concealing her disdain for the beggar. "How may I help you?"

"This man," Blondie said professionally, "stretched the drinking limit at our bar. He needs help and bed rest."

"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't help you. This is not just a walk-in hospital, this is for students and teachers at this school only," Leah replied. Blackie chuckled, and lifted the man's face. Leah gasped, and rolled her eyes. She batted their hands away and let the man fall to the floor.

"I thought you'd understand," Blackie injected as he and Blondie strode out the door.

Leah chuckled to herself as she hoisted the semi-conscious man up onto a hospital table. She brushed his long hair out of his eyes, and in turn rolled hers.

"I just met you, and already I'm beginning to realize what kind of person you are, Logan." He grunted at the sound of his name and brought his hand up to his face.

"Where am I?" he said sluggishly, alcohol thick in his tone.

"You're back at the Institute. The two thugs from whatever bar you were at dragged you here." He grunted in response and shielded his eyes. She chuckled at him, and filled an injection needle with some clear fluid. His eyes never left her hands. Before he could protest, she jammed the needle into his arm. He winced in the pain, and his eyes began to flutter. "I think it's time for you to go to sleep now," she said quietly as he drifted off into a drunken, drug-induced stupor.

She sucked in her breath as the needle hole in his arm vanished without a trace. She ran her fingers over the spot in curiosity. He was turning out to be another mystery. Leah examined his face closely and saw a black eye forming. She figured he had gotten himself into a drunk fight, and hopefully he hadn't truly damaged anyone in the process. He looked as though he had suffered most of the damage, though.

She felt herself moving into doctor mode, and stripped off his clothes. She pulled one of the atrocious white hospital gowns and slipped it around him. She felt around for broken or fractured bones, and in finding none she covered him with a sheet and contented herself with her book until further notice. She would be relieved at 4:30 am, and it was only midnight.

The book was great, it really was, but it was later than her normal waking hours and she soon found her mind drifting off to sleep. She woke up ten minutes after she dozed off, and put a not on the door saying to wake her up if anyone needed anything. She would have stayed awake if she felt it was humanly possible.

She woke up with a start at some unknown sound a few hours later. She glanced at the clock. The glowing green display said 3:45. She knew she could stay awake for the next 45 minutes, so she busied herself with the neat machinery.

A while later, she decided to do a final check on Logan. She walked over to him, deciding to take a reading of how much alcohol was in his system. But, instead, she found herself looking down at his face. His rough features were actually quite attractive, despite the unneeded facial hair. She reached down to brush his hair out of his eyes again, but he awoke at the touch.

She gasped and looked down. He had woken up very suddenly, and driven his claws a short way into her abdomen. He gasped in shock, removing them. The had only gone in about a centimeter, but the blood began to flow. She coughed a little, and he jumped up and over to the nearest pile of materials. A few white towels were placed in a pile, and he grabbed the top few and pushed them forcefully against the three puncture wounds. He lowered her onto the bed which he had been using and kept the towels tight against her.

"God, I'm so sorry," he said quietly. "I'm just a little jumpy when woken up, that's all. You're gonna be fine." Her face was pale, but she smiled in recognition and opened her mouth to speak, but he shushed her.

"Stay quiet," he said lowly, searching her eyes for intense pain, which he did not find. He sighed in relief. She would be fine. "You're alright," he crooned, spouting nonsense until he saw the last of the pain leave her eyes. She struggled and pulled herself upright. The towels were now a pinkish crimson.

Together they removed the towels and bandaged the wounds. They said almost nothing, but both felt a rising tension. Leah and Storm had clicked right away, but she and Logan had smacked against each other. Neither was particularly enjoying the other's company.

Shortly after they finished the bandaging, the next nurse showed up. Seeing Logan's state of near undress and his hand on Leah's abdomen, she began to back out the door. Logan went after her and dragged her back in, his small hospital gown very obvious to all three of them. Leah nodded a tired goodbye to Logan and smiled at the nurse before heading back to her room.

What a night! she thought with a sigh as she slipped under the sheets. She was happy that she had discovered who Logan was, but she wasn't particularly happy with the discovery itself. She sighed. Can't get along with everyone, she thought to herself as she drifted off into a restless sleep.