Here's a shorty before bed.
X-MANSION, XAVIER'S QUARTERS - NIGHT
Cyclops broods by the window. Xavier's in his wheelchair.
"He's not one of us."
"You must have patience Scott."
"Besides his... his berserker instincts...putting that aside for a moment, we still both know the only reason he's here is to get another crack at Sabretooth."
"Wolverine is an X-Man now, Scott. Like you, or Iceman... any of you. One by one, you came to me, or I sought you out. And now that Logan has come, he is just as deserving of chance to learn to control his abilities. We need him, and although he may not know it yet... he needs us."
X-MANSION, INDOOR SWIMMING POOL - NIGHT
Jean Grey swims laps in the pool. She crosses under the diving board, turns and swims back. At the other end, she climbs out.
"Nice night for a dip, sweetheart."
Jean's startled. Logan's on the diving board, smoking a cigar.
"What can I do for you, Logan?"
"You're doing it."
She does look good in her bathing suit. Jean motions. Her towel, far away, leaps into the air and comes to her. She covers up.
"Aw... you don't have to be shy around me."
"Let me explain something, before you try to take this relationship beyond the leering stage... "
"I know... you already got a boyfriend. A certain fella goes by the name of Cyclops."
"That night in my cabin, I could smell your lipstick on pretty-boy's breath. So, either you two had been smooching it up, or he was borrowing your shade. But, it doesn't bother me. It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind."
"Good night, Logan. Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite... as if they'd try."
"What's your hurry?"
"Something about being alone in a room with you makes me uneasy."
"That's my animal magnetism."
"No, it's fear."
"Afraid you're going to fall in love?"
"Afraid you're a lunatic."
"Crazy for you." Jean Grey just shakes her head and exits. Logan's alone.
"Logan... you are a heel." Disgusted with himself, he chucks his cigar into the pool.
X-MANSION, CYCLOPS' LIVING QUARTERS - NIGHT
Jean is on the bed, drying her hair with her swim towel. She stops, stares at the wall, thinking. Cyclops with his protective sunglasses comes from the bathroom in a robe.
"What's the matter?" He asks, puzzled by his girlfriend.
"Hm? Oh, . Just thinking. That's all."
Cyclops lets it go, sits beside her, kisses her.
"We have to tell them." She says, breaking the kiss.
"Tell them what?" Cyclops leans to kiss again, but she stops him with a weak smile.
"Scott, I'm tired of sneaking in here every night, and then having to hurry back to my own room before the sun comes up."
"But, what are they going to say? And, with Professor Xavier... around him I still feel like... like some little kid."
"We shouldn't worry what the others will think or say. We shouldn't have to worry." She says as she falls back on the bed. Cyclops joins her, takes her hand. "I wish, just once... I'd give anything to be able to look into your eyes. Just once in my lifetime."
"You know that can never happen. These lenses are the only thing keeping me from destroying everything I look at. Without them... without them, who knows?" Jean comes close to him, puts her arms around him. A breeze blows the curtains of a nearby window.