My head is pounding. I groan and roll over, trying to ignore the immense pounding. I haven't felt like this since my high school graduation. I think that I'm gonna call in sick and sleep the entire day. Yea, that sounds good.

I feel something warm next to me and snuggle closer to it.

"Mmmm, nice and soft." I think as I wrap my arm around it.

"I'm glad you think so." A voice that sounds a lot like Logan's replies.

I open my eyes and see Logan's staring back at me. And I seem to be missing my pjs. With a startled yelp I roll over, taking the cover with me. I must have been near the edge because I fall off the bed. Scrambling back, I try to wrap myself with the cover without standing up. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, startled.

Logan raises an eyebrow and says, "You don't remember last night?"

I stare at him for a few seconds until it hits me.

Oh, shit.

"Oh no." I say, standing and wrapping the cover around my body.

"Oh yes."

I take a deep breath and try to calm my racing heart. "In my defense I was-" I start to say but Logan holds up a hand cutting me off.

"What?...Ok, I'll be right there." Logan says, grabbing a pair of boxers from the floor and putting them on under the sheet. Once those are on, he stands. "I gotta go. We'll talk later, ok?" He says as he slips on his clothes.

"Ok." I say to him as he walks out of the room. As the door closes I sigh. This is just great. I quickly get ready for the day, down three aspirin, and head over to the cafeteria. After sitting down with pancakes, syrup, and coffee Crysta comes over. "How much did you drink last night?" she asks, getting right to the point.

"And how did you know?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Pancakes are hangover food. Besides Logan left not long after you did. So how much did you drink?"

"Let's just say that I haven't had a hangover this bad since I was a senior." I say, my lip involuntarily twitching into a smile as I remember what happened between Logan and I. Ok, so I admit that it was really nice. But that's beside the point.

Crysta just looks at me, her eyes suddenly going wide. "Oh. My. God. You slept with him." She breathes.

"Shhhh, don't announce it to the entire base." I hiss while glancing around to see if anyone heard her. Fortunately everyone else around us are deep into conversation. "In my own defense I was smashed."

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed." She says, crossing her heart with a finger. "Did you guys talk?"

I shake my head. "He got called away before we could. And I'm hoping that we won't have to for awhile."

"Why? At least you got some."

"Gee, thanks for not making it sound slutty." I deadpan.

Crysta asks another question but I don't here her because I spot Logan walking in.

Crap.

"As much as I would love to continue this lovely conversation, I have to go." I say, turning around so Logan doesn't see me. "Remember, not a word about this to anyone."

"Mum's the word."

I manage to get out of the cafeteria with out Logan noticing me. And luck's with me because I don't run into him the rest of the day, although Alex gives me a wink at lunch so I guess that Crysta must have told her. The women cannot keep a secret.

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I don't run into Logan for three days and when I do it's in the cafeteria. I'm sitting down to dinner when I hear, "Can I join you?"

I look up and see that it's Logan. I feel my face start to heat up and I nod my head. I guess that we'd have to talk sooner or later.

He sits down and we're silent for a few minutes, each with our own thoughts, until we speak at the same time.

"We need to talk-"

"About that night-"

We both stop and nervously laugh. "Go ahead." Logan says.

I shake my head and say, "No you first."

"Ok. I guess we need to talk about that night..." He says, trailing off. "It's my fault. I brought the stuff even though I knew you didn't drink. I thought by being there with it I could stop you if it went too far." His lips twist in a sardonic smile. "I think we know how great that worked out."

"Don't blame yourself entirely. I'm to blame just as much as you are." I say, lowering my voice so that the din of the cafeteria would mask our conversation but we'd still be able to hear each other. "I was an emotional wreak and not thinking clearly to begin with. And I made the choice to drink. What happened that night was the result of two people having too much to drink."

"So was I good?" Logan asks raising an eyebrow.

I look at him wide-eyed for a few seconds, not believing that he just asked me that, but then I catch the spark in his eye and see that he's messing with me. "Hey, I'm trying to have a serious conversation here." I say, reaching across the table and hitting him on the arm.

He laughs and says, "Just trying to add a little levity here. So was I?"

"What?" I squeak out. "I'm not gonna tell you that."

"Oh c'mon, I gotta know."

"No you don't." I say, laughing.

Logan laughs as well. After we calm down he leans forwards and says, "All kidding aside, where does this leave us?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, hoping that he wasn't going where I thought he was going.

"Was that just a one-time thing or do you think that it could become recurring?"

He went there.

I sigh, not sure how to answer it. I have to admit that at first I had a crush on Logan but once we started hanging out together that faded and now I see him as a friend.

"Well?" he asks, looking at me.

I take a breath and say, "You're a great friend and to be honest with you that's all you are to me; a friend. What happened that night was a mistake."

"Really?"

"Really." Logan looks crushed and it feels like I just kicked a puppy. "We can still be friend's right?" I ask, weakly.

"Yea, sure. Friends." Logan echoes halfheartedly. "I'm glad we had this talk." He then gets up and leaves the cafeteria.

"Yea me to." I say to his retreating figure.

I just lean back in my chair and sigh.

A/N: Didn't see that one coming, huh? This chapter is my little cure for a certain smut-bunny called Benjaman. Crysta belongs to Nenya, Alex belongs to Reefgirl and Logan belongs to James Cameron. Tell me what you think of the chapter.