Jean walked the rows as she spoke to her classroom of bright shining faces, most on the verge of coma, thanks to her dreaded time slot just before lunchtime. On each desk she dropped a foil-covered treat, casually bribing them to keep with her just twenty minutes more. As sugar was introduced into their bloodstream, they began to perk up, responding to her questions with some semblance of understanding. Casually leaning on the edge of the desk, she nearly lost her footing as Logan walked into the room. Recovering quickly, she ignored a snort from the back of the room. He walked to the back of the room and sat next to the source of the amused snort.

Jean cleared her throat; he was sitting in on her class? Who would ever do that by their own free will?

"As I was saying…the molecular structure of DNA…" she picked up a dry erase marker and began to draw, hoping that her deodorant wouldn't fail her only hours into the day.

Torturous minutes later, the clock dismissed the class for lunch. Jean looked up to see Logan walking toward her, and tried to resist the urge to look away.

"Learn anything useful," she asked.

"If you put it in Mythbusters terms," he smirked.

"You should have come in yesterday, we worked physics by watching that show," she smiled.

"You have a free hour after lunch,"' he stated, Jean's heart did a can-can in her ribcage. He knew her schedule?

"Yes I do."

"So let's go get some lunch off campus."

"Sure, just let me run up to my room-"she frantically considered changing, then showering. Why did she decide to wear flats and comfy pants today? Ugh.

"No need, you won't be buying," he held the classroom door open for her to follow.

Pocketing her lip gloss, she walked out into the hall with him. Jean quietly wished they wouldn't bump into Betsy or Ororo, in all their exotic glory, in stilettos and short skirts.

Logan pulled his pickup keys from his front jeans pocket, and opened the door for her.

"Thanks," she smiled.

Logan drove to a local deli, glancing over with a smirk as she watched him work the clutch and shift smoothly.

"Don't know how to drive stick?"

"No."

"I could teach you sometime."

"That would be…interesting, to say the least," she smiled.

They walked to one of the outdoor tables, and ordered from a college-age boy who seemed to find Jean attractive-or just put off by Logan's tough exterior.

"Have you always taught Mutant kids?"

"Yes, though I suppose it was the only thing I wanted to do, since I was brought up the same way. I could try doing regular high school, but then I suppose I could get in trouble for my 'views'," she smiled.

"One of those all-evolution types," Logan smirked.

"When it comes to doing DNA, blood typing, that sort of thing, I like to get into the differences of Human and Mutant…mostly for the kids' benefit. I grew up in that first wave of 'keep this quiet, you aren't normal' mentality. Now that kids are getting that kind of prejudice, I feel like it's in their best interest to hear that every individual is normal, Mutant or not. But they seem to embrace their Mutations, because it makes them individual, so to have me teach it is a bit redundant."

"I've only heard good things from the kids about you."

"They don't think I'm rifling through their heads to make sure they are listening," she chuckled.

"Last thing on their minds when I asked," he replied.

"You asked them about me," she asked aloud, her mouth bypassing her inner monologue.

Lunch was brought to the table, so there was that blessed time of silence that Jean could give herself a talking-to.

"How is the conditioning class?"

"Kitty is coming along; she's almost ready to take on Josh."

"Hopefully she doesn't phase through him when she gets close enough to touch him."

"He could use a good ass kicking from a little thing like her. I could use your help in there again."

"No one else survived the boot-camp you gave us last weekend?"

"Well, Betsy did express an interest-"

Cue a strange stabbing sensation in her eyeball that she forcefully ignored.

"-but I prefer to spar with someone taller," he finished with a smirk.

"Sure, just let me know when."

"There's some advanced stuff I should show you, outside of class."

"Oh?" Jean tried not to let her gutter-mind take that somewhere else. Real mature, Grey

"So we can break it down properly."

"No problem."

"Tomorrow night?"

"Sure," she smiled.