Jean walked in the living room where Kurt, Jubilee, and Pietro sat on the couch watching what looked like a sitcom from another decade.
"Jean!" Pietro perked up, "sit with us!" he said as he moved closer to Jubilee, making a spot for Jean at the end of the couch. Jean hesitated and looked at her watch. She was supposed to meet the professor in his office tonight, but she still had 15 minutes to spare.
"Thanks, Quickie," she said and she sat down.
"How have you been?" Jubilee asked.
"Alright," Jean shrugged her shoulders, "How have you all been?"
"Fine," all three of them said.
Jean read all of their thoughts. Logan wasn't the only one who was concerned about her.
"I've just been a little under the weather, don't worry about me," she smiled, "Any plans for tonight?" she asked.
"This is pretty much it," Pietro said.
"Yeah, I'm not getting off this couch anytime soon," Jubilee said.
"You?" Kurt asked Jean.
"I'm supposed to meet the professor shortly," she said. "By the way, have you seen Logan?" she leaned to look at Kurt who sat at the other end of the couch.
"I've seen him yesterday."
"Yeah, me too..." Jean said.
"Something happened between you too?" Kurt was curious.
Pietro looked at Jubilee and motioned for her to switch places with Jean so these two could talk. Jubilee got it after a while.
"Oh! Jean, switch with me!" she stood up.
Jean sat next to Kurt.
"So what happened?" he said.
"He was concerned about me, just like you guys. And I...kind of pushed him away."
"Like you did us?"
"Kind of. I'm sorry," she sighed.
"No worries. What is going on, anyway?"
"It's one of my powers. I didn't want to bother you with it, but I guess there is no way around it. I haven't fully learned to control it. That's the reason I was avoiding you, and why I'm meeting the professor tonight."
Pietro and Jubilee looked at each other.
"Which one, telekinesis?" Kurt asked.
"Sort of..." she said. She wasn't even sure what it was, or what it was called, so how was she going to explain it to them? There was a confused look on all of her friends' faces.
"I'll tell you about it soon, I just wanna discuss it with professor first," Jean said.
"Okay. I hope you'll straighten it out soon," Pietro said.
"Yeah, me too..." she didn't say it out loud. She just smiled and nodded.

"Hello Jean, sit down," professor said, and pointed at the chair in front of him.
"Hello professor!" Jean sat down.
"I called you here to discuss our training schedule. I think you're over-training. You need to take a 2-day rest before every..."
"2 days? But I need to train as much as I can!" Jean blurted out.
"You're overworking yourself mentally, and physically. Not to mention having your brain shut down so often is really bad for you."
Jean was about to say something but then thought better of it. She didn't want to argue with professor. And maybe a rest was what she needed to get in a better mood.
"Yes, I think you'll be happier as well," professor said after listening to her thoughts.
Jean glared at him but smiled afterwards.
"I'm sorry, sometimes I hear it when I don't mean to," he said.
"No problem, I know the struggle."
"How are things with Logan?" he asked out of the blue.
"Um...why? Did he say something?"
Professor gave her a knowing smile. "No, but I know he's sad. You both are. You see, Jean, the two of you are going through very similar things. You both are trying to gain control of your powers. Talking about it could make you feel better."
"You're right. I just...didn't want him to feel like I do."
"And how did that work out?"
Jean lowered her eyes. Professor was right once again.
"I'll talk to him," she said.
They talked for a few more minutes about school and Jean's classmates. He kept telling her to rest up before she uses her powers again.
"You'll get it, Jean, I'm sure of it," he said with confidence. Jean listened to his thoughts and to her surprise, he wasn't lying.
"Thank you, professor."
"You're welcome. Enjoy the rest of the evening!"
"Yes, you too! Good night," she said, and left the office.
Jean decided to spend her night off by getting some extra sleep in. Right after getting some fresh air.

Logan was coming home from a long walk. He couldn't sleep at all last night. Every time he was about to fall asleep, he saw an image of Jean's lifeless body in his arms. Logan shook his head in order to shake the memory off. Although technically he saw the future. So was this a memory or a premonition? Hopefully, it wouldn't become either...
"Oh no..." he said when he saw Scott standing about twenty feet from the front door. Logan acted as if he didn't see him and quickened his pace to get to the door fast.
"Good evening, Wolverine," Scott said with forced politeness.
"Evenin', Scott," Logan matched his fake politeness equally.
"Do you have a minute?"
"No, I don't," politeness was out the window.
"What did you do to Jean?" Scott sounded slightly edgy.
"What I did to Jean? I cut her with an energy beam...oh no, that's right, that was you!"
"Something's going on with her, she stopped talking to me when you showed up!" Scott pointed a finger at him.
"Ya really picked the wrong time to piss me off, Scooter! And put the damn finger down!" Logan said as he pointed a finger at him as well.
"What is going on in the danger room after practices? I've heard you and Jean are in there when nobody else is," Scott said, more jealous than concerned. Logan recognized the tone right away.
"I take her whicheva way I like," he said sarcastically, "and the professor too, he's in there with us. Ya need to get a better snitch!"
"Stop!" Scott shouted.
"What we do in there could save your damn life! And if Jean didn't tell ya, it's because she don't give a shit 'bout ya!"
That did it. Scott was furious. He shoved Logan hard enough that he stumbled back. Logan grunted, all of his self control slipping away. He threw a jab at Scott's face, which he dodged but then got hit with an uppercut in the stomach. Logan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down when he saw Scott reaching for his visor.
"Dontcha dare!" he said and popped his claws out.
"Stop it, you two!" Ororo yelled as she shot a lightning in between them.
Scott put his hand away from the visor, and Logan retracted his claws. They went too far, they knew that.
"What is up with you?!" Ororo wasn't angry as much as disappointed. Mainly in Scott.
"I told you this one has anger issues," Scott said.
"Then why did you touch him first? I saw everything," Ororo said.
"Unbelievable!" Logan was in disbelief. Not only has Scott started a fight, he then tried to blame it on him!
"What is going on?" Jean ran towards them.
"Oh God..." Logan and Scott said in unison.
"Is everybody alright?" Jean asked.
"Yes, physically, anyway. Mentally, I wouldn't be so sure," Ororo said.
"I'm gonna go. I apologize to everyone for my behavior," Scott said, trying to get away from Jean, so he wouldn't have to explain anything. Not now.
"Hah!" Logan snorted, rolling his eyes.
"I better take him away before things escalate again," Ororo said as she grabbed Scott's arm.

Logan sat down on the ground and put his head in his hands. He lost his temper. Again.
"Logan," Jean said.
"Not now, Red."
"I just..."
"I said not now!" he snapped.
He sounded so intense, it made Jean take a step back.
"I just can't talk right now," he softened his voice, "YOU of all people should know..."
Jean turned around and slowly walked back inside. She understood where he was coming from, she knew what he was feeling at the moment. But him snapping at her hurt all the same. Then she remembered she rejected him earlier as well, although in a calmer manner. "Sorry professor, I'll have to talk to him some other time," she thought.

Jean took a long, hot shower, carefully avoiding the place where stitches were. She then brushed her gorgeous red hair, and put on her favorite little shorts and a tank top. She then slipped under the covers of her bed. Sleep wasn't coming, she couldn't stop thinking about Logan. She felt why he was upset, it wasn't Scott as much as it was him losing control again, and her not sharing what's bothering her. She wanted to comfort him, but he wanted to be alone and she would respect his wishes. "Tomorrow is another day," she thought.

When all anger faded, regret took its place as Logan thought of how he spoke to Jean earlier. She finally reached out to him and shut her down. He wished he could take it back. "No, this can't be the last think I'll say to her today," he thought.

Jean was just getting comfortable in her bed when she heard someone knock. She opened the door and saw Logan. He wasn't mad anymore, she felt how happy he was to see her. She was overwhelmed by all the emotions Logan was feeling right now. He was sorry about losing his temper and that she had to see it, he didn't want that to be their last conversation of the day, he wanted to touch her, hold her, he wanted to...Logan's thoughts instantly made Jean blush. He wanted, needed her in every way. She felt her heart beating.
She stood there in tiny little clothes, beautiful as ever. He wondered if she could read his thoughts right now, and whether or not he wanted her to read them. Then he noticed her chest quickly rising up and down, her heart-beat sped up, her cheeks flushed. She was tense, but this time it was a different kind of tension. She wanted him.
"Logan," was all she managed to say before he kissed her and slammed the door shut. Logan put his hand on her neck and caressed it with his fingers and lifted her chin up with his thumb. He tasted those full lips like he never tasted them before. His tongue found hers. His other hand roamed around her back, down to her waist. He pulled her closer, so close it affected their breathing, yet it still wasn't close enough. Logan was holding her waist so tight, it nearly hurt her, but she wanted him to squeeze even harder. He then kissed her ear and made his way down her neck. Jean moaned. She felt around his hard stomach, then she grabbed his shirt, pulled it off him, and let it hit the floor. He looked absolutely breathtaking.
"Jean..." Logan spoke her name with lust. He picked her up and brought her up against the well. Jean wrapped her long legs around his waist, she felt how ready he was for her. She was playing with his hair when he grabbed her hands and placed them above her head against the wall. He kissed her again as their fingers intertwined. He pushed his hips up against hers, so she could get a glimpse of what was to come.
"Ahh, Logan," she moaned.
Logan then let go of her hands. He touched her cheek with one hand, the other one made its way down her tank top. Logan looked at her for consent.
"Yes..." Jean whispered.
They weren't going to get any sleep tonight, either...