Hello, hi, nice to see you again :)

First off, thanks for UraniaChang and WCUGirl for the lovely comments! I offer you genuine love and chapter two as a proper thank you. xxx

Disclaimer still applies – I own none of these characters, I just play with them and make them hideously out of character and apparently stab them.

I tried not to wince, whimper or moan as I got out of bed the next morning. Those sounds were off limits, with Logan sleeping next to me, he'd probably barricade the door if he smelt even the smallest bit of pain on me. That sense of smell was really annoying sometimes. Anyway, that's why I needed to be quiet as I crept out of bed.

Usually I would wake him up before I left, but today I had to restrain myself otherwise I'd never see the light of day, and I really needed to get to class. Partly because the kids needed this lesson, with the exams in sight, and partly because I needed to show everyone that I was okay and had my last bit of masculinity intact. How, you ask, do I show my masculinity by showing up to teach?

Just does. I'm in pain, I'm allowed to throw logic out the window. Oh, talking of pain...

I took it slow, every muscle in my body protesting at my movement as I carefully put on my shirt. Every cell was screaming, the spot where I'd been stabbed the worst. There wasn't even a scar but the healing seemed to have taken its toll on the rest of me. I'd worked with Amy, the girl who'd saved me, quite a lot with her powers before this incident and I knew quite clearly that the more dangerous and the potentially fatal included, would be the hardest to heal, drawing it's energy both from her and the rest of the victim's body. The longer the wound had been left, the harder it was to manage. All these things had been against me, but Amy had done a damn good job.

Okay. I was successfully out of the bedroom and had done so without waking Logan, only feeling slightly guilty. I went at a snail's pace down the corridor and to my classroom, briefcase in hand and leaning against the wall for support every five minutes.

Huh. Maybe Logan had been right about taking the morning off. Oh well, I was almost there now, and these kids had their midterm exams in a few weeks and needed me there, as much as they might not like the test, it was good practise for them.

I limped into the classroom to see everyone in their seats already, and the clock on the wall told me I was 5 minutes late. Opps.

"Sorry I'm late," I hobbled over to the desk at the front and silently thanking the god of chairs.

"You okay, Mr Summers?" Kitty asked me before anyone else could, "You look kind of..."

"I'm fine, thank you," I tried for a smile, adjusting my sunglasses absentmindedly. Never could be too careful. "Okay, your practise papers are– yes, Jubilee?"

Jubilee had thrust her hand up in the air, "Mr Summers, what exactly happened last night?"

The class looked expectantly at me, a good half of them I remember being there, but maybe not knowing the full damage. It must have looked really weird to see me in the arms of a desperate Wolverine running around the school corridors, kicking down doorways and drenched in my blood. The funny side was so apparent to me, but may not be to these worried kids.

Amy, I could see at the back in full gossip-mode to two of her closest friends. She was the only one in this class who had full disclosure of the rather embarrassing situation, I think, but was quickly spreading the word.

"Umm, how about I tell you at the end of class?" I said, desperate to shield my now very distant reputation from the events of last night. "You do your test, I'll spill the beans?"

Fair deal, I thought.

"No dice," Jubilee folded her arms across her chest, "How about you tell us then we do the test?" She smirked triumphantly as the entire class silently agreed with her.

My mouth fell open. It was highly unusual for them to disobey me like this... well, maybe not Jubilee but certainly the rest, who were usually pleasant mannered and accommodating. "I don't think so," Was all I could manage.

Shit. The pain was starting to get worse. My vision went for a second.

Jubilee stood her ground, knowing that I'd have to comply, that I wouldn't refuse them this gossip. I was too nice sometimes.

I hissed at the pain, trying to find another position that agreed with my now very tender body. "Okay, okay," I sighed. "I was the victim of an accidental attack late last night, then went to Amy," I nodded at the girl sitting at the back of the class, "And asked her to heal me, and she did. End of story. Now, if you would like to-"

"I'm sorry, Mr Summers, but you're going to have to elaborate if you're expecting us to be nice about the tests." Jubilee cut across me.

"Unbelievable," I shook my head. Ohh, bad idea. My head was killing me and all this movement and annoyance wasn't helping anything.

"I believe Wolverine was present as well?" Jubilee smirked at me.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "Yes."

"Go on...?" She grinned openly at me.

I felt sick, the barrage of pain zoning in on the place Logan's claws had been, "Professor Logan was the one who accidentally stabbed me-"

"How does someone accidentally stab someone else?" Kitty grinned at me.

I sighed in exasperation, "He was having a nightmare, I tried to wake him up-"

"But wait," Jubilee said in mock innocence, "How did you hear him all the way from your room?" She titled her head, hoping for the killer piece of gossip. Shit.

"You know what, I think that's enough-" I tried.

"But now we're all so confused!" Someone else piped up.

I groaned, massaging my temples dramatically, hoping that they'd take a hint. "He was having a nightmare," I repeated, "I tried to wake him up, and he accidentally stabbed me when he was half asleep. Okay?"

"Where did he get you?" A boy asked, intrigued.

"Just here," I stiffly placed a hand on the burning area.

"Does it still hurt?" Amy enquired. The first question that wasn't about me and Logan, it was about her powers. What a dear!

"Yes," I looked at her, getting a weird doctor/patient vibe, "It's actually pretty bad, it kind of hurts everywhere else as well now...?" I hoped for an explanation.

"I've never healed anything as bad as that before," She mumbled in a vague apology, although she had nothing to be sorry about, she saved my freaking life! I was just about to tell her this, in a maybe slightly more professional manner, when Jubilee spoke up again.

"So what happened after he stabbed you?"

I sighed, turning back to her and the rest of the eager class, "You know, I've never seen even one of you so interested in maths before," I said dryly.

"Yeah, yeah, what happened next?"

"Logan realised what he'd done, and, umm, carried me to Amy's dorm room, where she kindly got rid of the cuts and then everyone went back to sleep. Is that enough information to warrant a test now?" I pleaded.

"You know, you have been stabbed, I don't think you should be teaching," Jubilee tried for a mock sympathetic frown. Well, at least if that girl didn't pass maths she could always make a career as an actor.

"That's what I said last night!" Amy agreed, giggling.

"Will everyone stop saying that?!" I moaned. Head. Hurting. Head. Hurting.

"Maybe we should call Logan so he can take you back to bed?" Jubilee grinned, not completely unkindly.

I groaned. We'd never really protected our relationship or consciously hid it from the rest of the world, me and Logan, but I now wished we'd been a little bit more secretive. Not that I minded, because it didn't really bug me – but right now I think if anybody said anything that wasn't maths related, I'd be tempted to take off my glasses. My pain threshold isn't that high and, as Logan's pointed out many a time on missions, I don't deal well with bruises or the like, and turned into a moody 14 year old. Thanks for that.

"Okay. Test. Now." I pulled out the stack of practise papers from my shoulder bag and stood up gingerly, everything in my body protesting in unison. I started to walk round the class, handing out the papers, now people were beginning to stop smiling and start actually looking concerned. Oh crap, that meant that the pain must be showing more than I thought it was.

I sighed, finally handing out all the tests and leaning against the wall for much needed support, "Okay, if you have your pencils, it's an hour long and..."

"Mr Summers?!" I heard cries of genuine confusion and fear as I slid down the wall, unable to keep myself up.

Huh. Maybe someone going and fetching Logan right now wouldn't be such a bad idea. Logan. Logan... I wanted him near me suddenly, even if he was only going to say 'I told you so'. Things were hurting. Things I didn't even know could hurt. Was that me moaning right now? Logan...

Too bad about my reputation, I thought as consciousness slowly drifted away from me.

I hope you enjoyed my fluffy ramblings... well, not so much fluff (that's my stock word this week I think, I need to cut down) per say in this one but there's a potential Chapter Three where Logan comes into class and whisks Scott away! :D

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