The first time Logan woke up, it was still dark and it took him a moment to orient himself and figure out why he was warmer than usual and in a room that was similar to his but with a different scent.

Teva wriggled slightly, her body spooned by his.

"Y'okay?" he rumbled, smoothing a hand down her side.

"I, um…" She made a noise somewhere between annoyed and amused, her voice still heavy with sleep. "I'm no sure which one of us was having a sex dream."

Now that he was aware of it, he could smell her arousal. His hand on her stomach flattened out, hips pressing forward in silent query.

She arched her back, shifting her top leg in answer. She shuddered, clutching at the sheets when he worked himself into her, fighting to keep it slow and smooth until he was sheathed completely.

They rocked together, neither moving much, just focusing on the sensation of being coupled in the dark. Logan's hand on her stomach traveled down.

She gasped at his touch there, mewling and grasping his arm even as she began to convulse around him; over the link he knew she'd been close before he'd even woken up.

Teva came with a strangled sort of yelp, nails digging into his wrist a second before he followed her, forehead pressed to the back of her neck.

The second time he woke up, the sun was slanting across the foot of the bed.

He rolled onto his side from his stomach and found Teva curled into a fetal position facing him. They'd moved apart at some point after their second coupling, though he was pretty sure she'd reached for him more than once.

She looked so much younger in sleep, all the stress and concern washed away. He didn't want to touch her, didn't want to wake her up and break the spell, bring her back into a world where she was still injured in both body and mind.

He felt her coming up out of sleep a short time later, her arms stretching out towards him and when her fingers touched him her eyes opened. "Mornin'."

"Mmmm."

"Don't go all pre-verbal on me, darlin'. How're you feelin'?" He wanted to make sure she was okay, that there were no ill effects from the night before, either from the fight or from him.

"Mmmm," she said again. Her hands came up to rub at her eyes. "I think you scrambled my brains, Logan."

He couldn't help grinning at her. "Just doin' my job, babe."

Her hands dropped and she looked at him balefully. "You certainly are an arrogant wee bastard."

He responded by touching her, dragging his fingers up her leg before squeezing her thigh, and it got the reaction he'd been looking for. Her whole body shuddered. "Any reason I shouldn't be?"

Teva stuck her tongue out at him, squealing when he pounced and caught her lower lip between his teeth. He'd been going for her tongue but she'd pulled it back in before he could get to it.

"Ah, no more, Logan, I'm sore as hell," she said when he freed her lip. "Twice in one night after a verrae long dry spell is more than I can handle right now, especially from one so well endowed as you."

He grinned at her again. "Didn't seem like you were complainin' about that last night."

"Aye, well, I was high on sex and painkillers last night so of course I was'nae complaining." She shoved him away. "Now? I'm complaining." She tried to sit up, hissing in pain when her right arm didn't want to cooperate and she fell back again. "Son of a bitch," she cursed. She struggled back up with just her left arm.

"Take it easy," he told her, one hand on her back to support her. "What'd Reyes say about the bullet wound, anyway?"

"She said it bruised the bone, and that you did a good job cleaning it before we got home. Just needed some stitching." She was holding her hand over the bandages, eyes tight with pain. "It'll take a while to heal but she said it would'nae be a problem."

Her stomach growled and she glanced down, cheeks going pink. "God, I dinnae even want to think about food."

Logan touched her shoulder. "You need to eat, babe. Get some clothes on and we'll go up and get somethin'." He got up to do the same, grabbing his jeans off the floor where he'd dropped them before joining her in the shower. "Lemme grab a shirt from my room."

Teva pouted but got up anyway, moving slowly to the bathroom.

By the time he returned she'd gotten pants on but seemed stumped by the tanktop she couldn't put on herself.

"C'mere." He took it from her, ignoring her protest while he held it so she could get her bad arm in, then pulling it over her head and other arm.

"This fucking sucks," she grumbled, grabbing a zip-up hoodie from the back of her desk chair.

"Wait, is that where that hoodie ended up?" Logan shook his head. "I've been looking for that damn thing for a couple weeks now, you little thief."

Teva stuck her tongue out at him again. "You're the one insisted I put it on, it's no my fault you forgot."

"I wasn't the one shivering in a room with a fireplace, don't you pin this on me." He stepped forward and zipped the hoodie, smirking when he put the hood up and she glared at him. "You're lucky you're awful cute, babe."

"Mmmphmm." Teva grabbed the bottle of painkillers and shoved it into her pocket. "At least it smells like you."

"Can't argue with you there." He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. "Let's go get you some food."

The dining room was relatively quiet when they came upstairs, a large majority of the kids already off to classes on a weekday morning. Xavier, Kitty, and Jean sat at the staff table and they all smiled and greeted the couple. If anyone thought it strange for her to be wearing Logan's clothing, or for him to grab food for her, they didn't say anything.

"I'm glad to see that there was no lasting damage to your arm," Xavier was saying when Logan returned. "That was a rather nasty wound."

"I got lucky, there were a lot of bullets stuck in the body armor." Ten, to be exact, Logan had counted. The rest had gone wide. "And lucky that Logan was there to patch me up."

Jean smiled at her and Logan. "He's had more than enough training as a field medic since he heals everything. He gets to take care of the rest of us when we need it."

"I did want to ask you, Teva, if you'd be willing to consider helping in tutoring Rosie and her sisters. They have all been out of school for quite a while and will need some help getting back up to speed."

"I - what?" Teva froze, fork halfway to her mouth. "What on earth for, Charles? I'm no qualified to do something like that, I dinnae have any training to be a teacher -"

"I think you could do it." Logan hadn't quite realized he'd spoken until the words came out.

Teva turned to look at him, eyes wide. "You've more faith in me than I do, that's for damn sure." She turned back to Xavier. "Why do you think I can do this?"

Xavier's head tilted to the side. "First and foremost, those girls already have a bond with you." He held up a hand to forestall her protest. "And yes, I understand that it's not enough, but you have a natural talent for putting people at east, and for putting things into terms that are easy to understand. Your empathy makes you uniquely qualified."

Teva's hand reached for Logan's under the table, a silent request for support that he freely gave. He could smell and feel the tears she was fighting to hold back.

The Professor picked up his napkin and dabbed at the corner of his mouth. "You wouldn't be the only one teaching them; I wouldn't expect you to try to teach them something you don't understand, but I know how intelligent you are. And I know that you're more than capable of teaching them things that aren't strictly academic, which is what they need right now. They need someone who can help them deal with the emotions that they are feeling right now."

He let it hang there, giving her time to think.

~You okay, babe? He's got a point.~

~This is bloody insane, Logan. I can barely handle myself some days~ she sent back to him. ~I did'nae go to university, I dinnae know the first thing about children.~

Logan squeezed her hand in his. ~Neither did I but I ended up teaching. Hell, at least you remember bein' in school, I don't. I don't remember what that's like.~

He knew she wanted to say yes even with the fear she felt, the uncertainty. The potential that Xavier saw in her was clear, it was a piece of that innocence that Logan saw, the girls needed someone they could relate to. He felt her faltering, ready to say no because she doubted herself.

~I've got faith in you, Teva.~

She looked up at him then, biting her lip, and then she turned to Xavier. "I'll do it," she said. "God knows how, but I'll try, I'll do my best."

Xavier smiled. "Excellent. I think you can begin this afternoon by helping them get situated into rooms and showing them around the mansion."

"That's an easy first assignment," Teva replied with some relief. "At least I dinnae get lost around here anymore." She squeezed Logan's hand again and let it go. ~I dinnae get lost because I've got you.~

~Damned glad I found ya then, darlin'. I'll pull you back if you need it.~

Teva and Logan's story continues in "The Color of the Past."