The Wolverine and The Phoenix

The Tension

Once Logan lit up his second cigarette and Phoebe left for her tour with Scott, he couldn't seem to calm his mind. Even smoking, which usually calms him, just reminded him of her. The way she stood like she hadn't a care in the world, and the way she was so blissfully unaware of what she's capable of. He doesn't know why Charles didn't tell him she was in the dark. Whatever reason there was, he didn't think it was important enough to warrant him dealing with this strange feeling that came from him not telling Phoebe the whole truth.

He puts out his smoke and sighs, trying to shake his thoughts away as he goes inside. He goes to his room and pours himself a shot of whiskey. It wears off quickly and he pours another. But no matter how many shots he does, Phoebe is still there. Her green eyes and her attitude, that damn attitude, is imprinted in his mind. He paces his room for a while, takes a shower, and paces some more.

Phoebe takes a shower once she's back in her room, trying to clear her mind, but to no avail. She puts the X-Men lounge clothes back on and starts to towel dry her hair. But then there's a sudden knock at the door.

"Open up," Logan says from the other side. He couldn't pace any longer. She can't help that a smile spreads across her face at the sound of his voice, but she quickly tones it down as she opens the door, towel in hand.

"couldn't stay away from me?" she says.

Logan looks at her for a moment, taking in the sight of her with damp hair and the way her shirt clings to her skin, and doesn't look away, "Could say the same thing about you"

"You showed up at my door. Not the other way around" she says, walking from the door, drying her hair, "what do you want?"

He walks inside and closes the door, still looking at her intensely, "Came to check on ya"

"That's sweet," she says mildly sarcastically, sitting on the bed. There's no way he's just checking on her, "why are you really here?"

Logan scoffs but doesn't argue. It is out of character for him, after all. He walks over and sits on the edge of the bed, next to her.  "I honestly just couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd come bother you"

"Of course, you couldn't sleep," she says, tossing the towel next to her, "it's the middle of the afternoon. You're bored."

He chuckles faintly. She's right. It's one of his problems, getting bored easily. He looks at her again, his eyes drifting to her slightly damp skin and how her shirt falls down her arms. He can't deny that he's enjoying the view, but he still does his best to keep his eyes on her face. "Well then, how'd your little tour of the mansion go?" 

"Good" she tells him, adjusting herself to sit cross-legged, "Scott's nice. I didn't get a word out of the others, though"

Logan nods. He expected that Scott would take a liking to her and the others are probably still skeptical. "Yeah, Storm and Beast aren't much of talkers, and I get the feeling that Kurt, I mean Nightcrawler, was more shy than anything" Logan takes a moment to look at her, thinking for a moment, before speaking again, "Although...it wouldn't surprise me if Nightcrawler knows a hell of a lot more about you than you think"

"What do you mean?" she asks. What could Kurt possibly know about her when they hadn't met before?

Logan thinks again before answering, "Well, let's say he's got a unique way of gathering information. He can suddenly appear wherever he wants, in an instant, without being noticed"

She looks at him quizzically. So Kurt could be in any room at any time and they'd be none the wiser? "Are you saying he's stalked me?"

Logan laughs a little bit at her dramatic question. "More like he's eavesdropped. As far as I know, he hasn't actually stalked you"