AN:

Hello, sorry for the long time since I updated. In return, here's a longer chapter, and it has a vital turning point for the story in it! Yay!

Sam's POV:

I woke up the next morning and saw Rogue brandishing a slip of paper in front of me. "Look!" she squealed.

"What?" I asked sleepily.

"There's a school dance tonight!" Rogue announced. "For the lower school, mainly, but we can come, too."

"That's great, Rogue." I mumbled, rolling over. "I'm going back to sleep."

"But you're chaperoning it!" Rogue said. "Lucky."

"Chaperone?" I asked, suddenly awake. "No way!"

"Scott volunteered you." Rogue said. "He thought you could do with a little cheering up."

"Am I the only chaperone?" I asked.

"You, Logan, and Douglas." Rogue said.

I let out a groan. I closed my eyes. "G'night." I muttered.

Rogue let out an exasperated snort. "It's already noon. You need to get up."

"Why bother?" I asked. "The dance isn't until… whenever."

"It starts at nine, and goes until midnight." Rogue said. "But chaperones need to be there at six to set up."

"So?" I asked. "I have six hours."

"Logan wants to see you." Rogue said, her eyes twinkling. "You know, before the dance."

"Ah." I said, getting up. "I see."

"Are you glad he's back?" Rogue asked.

I looked at her. "Glad? Rogue, I'm the happiest girl in the world."

Logan's POV:

I waited in my room, pacing back and forth like a cat. What should I say to her? How? What would I do if she didn't accept me?"

"Logan?" It was her voice at the door.

"Come in." I said.

She entered, and although her hair was messy and her clothes were wrinkled, she looked beautiful in my eyes. "Rogue said you wanted to talk to me." She said, closing the door behind her.

"Yeah. I um-"

Logan. Sam. Douglas. Please come to the Dining Hall at six to help get it ready for the middle school dance. You three will be the chaperones; you're there to make sure nothing gets… out of hand. The Professor paused. Then he said, Logan and Douglas, no claws allowed at the dance. We don't want any accidents.

I smirked. Yes, Chuck. The little Griffin-idiot would be safe tonight. No claws. But next time, I would pin him against the wall, and tear out his throat for trying to steal Sam from me.

"Logan?" Sam asked.

I realized I had spaced out. "Yeah, sorry." I sat down on the bed. "Here, sit."

Sam sat, and I instinctively wrapped my arm around her shoulders. Immediately I wondered if I should have done that. She seemed so distant from me now, three years had changed her. I could still see the sorrow on her face, and I worried what had made her like that.

"Sam?" I asked her.

"Yeah?" She put her arm around my waist and I smiled. "What happened while I was gone? Three years… surely you didn't just hang around the mansion the whole time?"

"I went to school." Sam said. "Human school."

I gaped at her. "With humans?"

Sam nodded, "That's what human school is, Logan."

Her teasing voice was like a cool drink of water in the desert. I hadn't heard her voice in so long.

"Logan?" I realized I had spaced out again. "Sorry." I said. I didn't know how to start. I wanted to tell her that I still cared about her a lot, that my time as Frost's slave had only strengthened my love for her. But I didn't know how to say those words. My harsh, animal personality wouldn't allow it. "So we're chaperoning the dance tonight." I said.

"Yeah." Sam looked at me curiously, "Are you okay? You seem a bit out of it."

"I'm fine. It's just…" I trailed off. "I'm so glad you're back, Sam." I tightened my grip around her shoulders. "I never want to let you go."

"Then don't." Sam whispered. She leaned close to me, and kissed me lightly on the lips.

AN:

Hooray! They finally kissed! Now, what is Douglas going to do at the dance? For that matter, what will Logan do? Review to find out!