Disclaimer: Same as always. I also don't own Hersheys, Twix, or Nike.
A/N: This is so far my favorite chapter, well it's tied with chapter 3. But anyway, finally some real Jean/Logan action. Not really anything big but hey it's something...
Logan, Reagan, and Conner had hiked up a couple small hills and ended up in a large plain. On one side a large Oak tree stood proud. On the other side a row of large rocks, and a row of branches were lined up parrallel from each other. The twins sent questioning looks in the directions of the rows of branches and rocks and looked at Logan who simply smirked for the time. Leading them towards the tree he began to pull the duffel bag he had packed off his shoulder. Finally reaching the tree, he dropped the bag on the ground and pulled out a little paper bag. Producing three candy bars from the bag he peeled the wrapping off the Twix and popped a bite into his mouth.
"Okay kids. I know that Chuck said you all wouldn't start battle training for another few months, but I think you should start sooner. And, these are your prizes. And lemme tell ya, a candy bar is a huge thing with Ororo running the kitchen these days so don't expect to get one very often," He stopped to let this sink in and saw his children's smirking faces. "Now, those rows are simple things your mother and I collected about a month ago for a new type of training we were told to test and this was the only place we knew no one else but us knew about so that we could test it in a private and safe place," He again paused and let that sink in while motioning them towards the rows another paper bag, this one larger, was clutched in his hand with the bag of the two left-over candies.
Reaching the rows, he sat on the ground, his posture in an Indian Style cross-legged position. His children mimicked his position in front of him. He pulled two pairs of tennis shoes from the bag, brand new Nike Shox in his children's sizes and looked towards them.
"You like these? I asked Max and Hallie yesterday night what kinds of shoes teenagers were wearin' these days 'n' this's what they told me, then I ran to the mall and bought 'em. But if ya don't like 'em then I can take 'em back and you can pick yer own out if ya want," he rambled on until the twins both jumped on top of him and laughed.
"We love 'em Dad," they said at the same time and grabbed both pairs of shoes out of their father's hands and tugged off their old shoes pulling these on and giving 1000-watt smiles toward their father as soon as they finished tying the laces.
"Good. Now, you know what? Never mind we can wait until after we talk to your mother and then we can all come out here and train together. Why don't you two go and break those shoes in? Oh, and there's a football and a frisbee in that duffel over there if you want them!" Logan said smiling. His kids looked at each other and smiled, then hugged their father. Both twins chasing each other out into the vast expanse of land.
Logan gazed across the field to the two teenagers playing a game of chase and smiled happily. Just as a thought of Jean passed across his mind, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up suddenly, he saw her face and smiled sadly.
"Reading my thoughts Jeannie?" He asked and glanced her way. He leaned against his elbows, almost laying on the grass.
"Nope, just following my guts that's all," She answered and assumed the same position beside him. "So how are they doing?"
"Okay I guess. Better than I figured they would be. I got 'em both some new shoes and I was gonna try an' teach them the training procedure but I figured it'd be easier if you helped so I figured I'd just let them play around for an hour or so more. So what're ya doin up here?" He asked her seemingly making polite conversation, but she knew better.
"Fighting with Scott, so I figured I'd go somewhere peaceful find someone to talk to who wouldn't bite my head off," Jean said smiling sadly.
"And you came to me?" Logan asked his face mock scrutiny.
"Yea. What was I ever thinking?" She asked and giggled.
"I dunno Red, but I think you are certifiably C-R-A-Z-Y," He said and laughed. She gave him a playful glare which made him laugh even harder and he fell against the grass. Laughing even harder than him she tried sitting up and leaning to one side but ended up landing on top of him. Still laughing for a moment, they both suddenly stopped and stared into each other's eyes. Jean leaned down and Logan leaned forward, their lips finally meeting in a tantilizingly slow rhythm and ground against each other softly.
Then, from seemingly nowhere came, "Mom! Dad! What in the world? "