Jean walked into the gym, ready to run off the stresses of the day, when she came in on an impromptu class led by Logan.
"Hey Jean," Kitty smiled, as she stretched out on the floor.
"Hey, what's going on," Jean smiled.
"Logan got some of us together for a conditioning class."
"Sounds good, I'm sure he'll work you hard."
"Joinin' the class, Jean," Logan walked over with a smirk on his face.
"No, I was just going to run on the treadmill for awhile," Jean held her music player up as if it explained her being there.
"Couldn't hurt."
"Yeah Jean, we never get to work out with you," Kitty ever-so-helpfully encouraged Logan.
"So join the class," Logan took her music player from her hand, walking back across the mat.
"Kitty," she hissed.
"Yes?"
"Nothing," Jean started stretching out.
Logan gathered them together, starting them with running laps around the gym. It wasn't long before everyone was sweaty with exertion, but paying close attention to make sure he wouldn't correct them.
"Engage your stomach muscles," Logan instructed, tapping Jean square in the stomach, making her expel her breath.
She gathered her annoyance and corrected herself. Kitty kept pace with Jean, wanting to be a good example to Logan.
"I'm in hell, it is middle school and I am in gym class," Jean muttered, Kitty smiling at her until Logan gave her stomach a tap as well.
Jean gave her a look of apology, a look of determination crossing Kitty's face. Logan stopped them, immediately going into a series of blocks and kicks to test balance and coordination. Kitty got tangled up in the sequence, Logan coming over to help her.
"Try not to think it through, let it become muscle memory," Logan instructed, watching as she went through it with the rest of the class.
"Good. Jean?"
"Yeah," she answered, not daring to get sloppy as he was standing right there.
"How's the ribs?"
"Fine, why?"
"Might need you to help me out with some combat moves," he smirked. "Watch your core."
"Fine," she answered.
"Is he picking on you," Kitty asked.
"Yep, I think he is," Jean muttered.
Logan counted out pairs in the room, motioning for Jean to join him in the front.
"Now, Jean and I are going to go through some movements that are easy to get stuck in during hand to hand, and how to get out of them."
"How is she going to go up against you without powers," Josh asked with a grin.
"Great vote of confidence there, Josh," Kitty rolled her eyes.
"Even Jean can kick my ass without powers, you just have to know how to even the playing field. Now," Logan grabbed her wrists, Jean swung her arms up and out, easily breaking the hold. Logan then went through the steps, making the hold more difficult to escape with each new stance. After a few clarifications on how to maneuver within the holds, Logan returned to making them run around the gym once more, then began push ups. The kids were starting to lose steam, but Jean's years of fighting made push ups something she enjoyed. As the students dropped, Jean and Logan continued on their steady pace.
"Not bad, Jean."
"You're not so bad yourself, Logan," she rolled her eyes.
"Don't have to keep up with me, you know."
"This is not my first time through conditioning," Jean replied.
They continued on, into the hundreds, and Jean felt her arms starting to tire. She casually got up, walking over to get her music player and a bottle of water.
"Why did you stop," Kitty asked.
"Even I can't match him push up for push up, he's self-regenerating," Jean laughed.
"Could you help me get stronger," Kitty asked. "I'd ask Logan, but..." she saw him stand up, a crowd of young men surrounding him.
"Sure," Jean smiled. "Then you'll be able to take Josh anytime."
"Jean, hang back a minute," Logan called as the students milled out of the gym.
"Uh oh, teacher's keeping you back," Kitty grimaced.
"I can take it, go grab a shower and a snack. I'll see you later."
Jean walked over to where Logan stood, handing him her half empty bottle.
"Thanks, we should stretch out."
Jean nodded, sitting down on the ground. She folded over her legs, hands gripping the toes of her shoes.
"You were good with the kids," Jean commented.
"I saw them struggling through a Danger Room session, thought they could use some guidance."
"It's a shame you won't always be here, they would be formidable if you kept this up."
"It could be something to stick around for," he replied.
Jean sat up, pulling her feet together in a butterfly stretch. "We've always tried to keep them fit and trained, but it seems there aren't enough of us to go-" Jean stopped, watching Logan go through what was obviously yoga poses.
"You were sayin'?"
"Yoga, really," she grinned.
"Spend some time in India, you won't get away with not doing it for very long."
"Throw that at some of the kids next time," Jean suggested.
"I'll let you do that, you've got good form," Logan grinned as she followed him through the familiar poses.
"Says the guy who smacks me and tells me to engage my muscles," she laughed.
"Had to do it, kids learn by example."
"So I was doing it right."
"Of course, you had the best stride of all of them."
Jean faulted the downward facing dog pose for her flushed cheeks. "Put all of the teachers in the gym and then see who has good form."
"I can do that," his gruff voice gave way to a rough laugh.
"Not today," Jean exclaimed, accepting his hand up.