I woke up in the infirmary a week later. Remy was sitting on a metal stool beside my bed.

"Ah, Cheri, thought I told yah not ta make old Remy worry like that," he said with an ecstatic smile.

I slowly pushed myself into a sitting position, "Sorry, sweetheart," I murmured my head still fuzzy and my voice rough from giving out.

"Your man's been here all day every day. I had ta send him for some sleep in a real bed a few hours ago. He should be back ta kick Remy out soon, mon cheri." Remy added as I leant forward and smiled at him.

"He's not my man, Remy," I sighed and lifted the black tank-top I was wearing to see a white bandage covering my stomach. "I still haven't healed?"

He shook his head, "Storm just wanted ta make sure it didn't get infected. I'll get her ta come down and see ta that later but you need ta rest, amore."

I smiled at him, "By the looks of it so do you."

He waved me off.

"What happened to Jean?" I asked softly the smile dropping from my face.

Remy became sombre, "She sacrificed herself for us, Jenna."

I looked away hating myself for not being able to do anything. If I hadn't been so weak I could have got the jet off the ground without any loss of life. Then I saw Remy's face, "What? What else happened?"

He ran a hand through his long hair and then looked me in the eyes, "You were dead for two hours. I think it nearly killed your man ta see you like that, petite."

Tears filled my eyes because I saw the truth in his eyes; he had been just as heartbroken as Logan, "I'm sorry, Remy, truly I am."

He smiled, "Yah're safe now. That's all that matters, amore."

I nodded, "Yeah, it is." Taking a breath I pushed back the blanket that covered me to the waist. Grimacing at the small black shorts that were the schools' choice in infirmary wear, I swung my legs over the side of the bed.

"'Nd where do yah think you're goin', amore?" Remy asked me, a hand on my shoulder to prevent me from hopping down off the bed.

I looked at him incredulously, "I'm fine now so I'm going to find Storm to get these bandages off and then I'm going to go and sleep in my own bed for a few hours before I grab my things and leave."

"What yah mean 'leave'?" Remy glared, his hand tightening on my shoulder.

"I mean exactly what I said. Mortimer knows I'm here now so I'm going to lead him away and keep everyone here safe. If he knows I'm not here anymore he won't come here."

"What if he doesn't care if you're not here anymore?" Logan's voice from the doorway drew my gaze and I felt an overwhelming need to run into his arms and hold on to him for dear life.

"He only wants me so-."

Logan cut me off with a sharp look, "So you'll sacrifice yourself? Is that what you're doin'?"

Remy stood silently and left the room as Logan stalked toward me, "It's the only way to keep everyone safe," I lifted my chin defiantly.

His eyes, dark with anger, narrowed dangerously, "Too bad. You're not goin'."

For a few moments I was dumbstruck then my natural stubborn nature kicked in and I stood from the edge of the bed, glaring the large furious mutant in front of me down, "You have no say in what I should or shouldn't do, Logan, so don't even pretend-." Once more Logan cut me off, but this time he did it with his lips, not his words.

I moaned when he slanted his mouth over mine and pulled me even harder against his chest. Hitching my knee up over his hip, Logan lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the bed once more so that both his hands were free to roam my body.

He pulled away suddenly and I whimpered. With our foreheads pressed together he breathed in deeply through his nose, "You leave and we can't keep doin' this."

I swallowed hard, "If I don't go and you get killed then we won't be doing this."

There was silence between us for what felt like hours before he spoke again, "Stay."

That single word was said with such longing that I felt tears well in my eyes, "Logan…" I couldn't finish.

"I need yah to stay, darlin'." He pulled back and looked me right in the eyes when he said it and brushed away the single tear that slid down my cheek with his knuckle.

Dropping my gaze to my hands as they curled in his frankly ugly khaki green paisley button down, I fought more tears, "And if you, or God forbid the children, get hurt or killed because of me, what then?"

With a deep sigh, Logan caught my chin between his thumb and crooked forefinger, the calloused digits brushing over my skin and causing goose-bumps to slide down my spine. No man had ever touched me like he did or was able to stoke such a response from my body. "Trust me to look after you."

His words rocked me to the core and I bit my bottom lip.

His eyebrows drew together putting deep grooves into the skin between his dark eyebrows, "Do you know what you do to me when you bite your lip like that?"

Surprised by the heat and gravel in his voice I lifted my eyes to his once more, "N-no," I whispered a fine trembling beginning in my hands where the heat of his body pulsed through his shirt and spreading like liquid fire through my body.

"Stay," he growled again and then stooped the small distance between us to capture my mouth with his once more.

A small animalistic growl slipped from me as his talented tongue dominated my mouth and his large hands brushed heavily over my thigh and side.

Our passionate embrace was interrupted by someone clearing their throat in the doorway. Logan's body tensed and he turned a dark glare onto the two figures standing just inside the room. Professor Xavier smiled placidly at the two of us while Storm hid a grin behind her hand. The feral mutant then stepped back and turned so that he was leaning against the edge of the bed, one hand hooked on his belt and the other resting casually on my knee.

"It's good to see that you're doing so well, Jenna," Xavier nodded, his blue eyes glimmering with mirth. "I trust Storm is able to take those bandages off now?"

Mastering her laughter, Storm moved forward to do just that at my red-faced nod. Mortified at having been caught in such a compromising position, I kept my head down as Storm quickly and efficiently took the bandage from my neck. She paused only to smirk suddenly at Logan before she pulled my camisole up to just below the underwire of the built in bra and proceeded to loosen and then remove the bandage on my stomach.

Seeing Logan's eyes drop to the smooth expanse of my stomach I blushed even more and pulled the soft material of the top back down as soon as possible.

"Well," Xavier nodded, "Now that you're healed and cleaned up, the question is what do you want to do now?"

I bit my lip once more before quickly stopping the action when Logan's hand tightened slightly on my thigh sending heat coursing through my body. Clamping down on any stray thoughts I turned my eyes onto the man sitting in the wheel chair before me. There was a tense silence in the room that broke suddenly when I answered, "I-I would like to stay and teach, if you'll have me, Professor."

The small tightening of Logan's body as he waited for me to answer was suddenly gone and a small tilt turned up one corner of his lips.

Xavier smiled in what I realised was a very paternal way as he nodded, "You are more than welcome, Jenna."

A sudden grin curved my lips and I got up and crossed the space between us to hug him, "Thank you," I whispered in his ear.

He smiled and nodded when I stepped back. I'll let the two of you talk. His voice said in my head before he nodded to Logan and led a still grinning Storm from the room.

I raised my gaze to meet Logan's dark hazel stare. "What do you want, darlin'?" he asked me.

Taking a breath I moved to stand in front of him where he was still leaning against the infirmary bed. I steeled myself and kept my gaze locked with his, "I want you."

A slow grin lit up his face, "Good enough for me."