The Rise of Cyclops

Licensed to ... Well ...

After the little dinner, Heather had more or less decided that she was just going to go back home to Mac as soon as she could get Harry to break away long enough to get her home. Which, she hated to do, but the more she had watched Logan ... and his new ... interest, the more she realized that it wasn't something she could or should try to interfere with. At least, not without crossing some lines. And though she certainly cared about Logan, and in her own way loved him, there was something dangerous about that idea that had absolutely nothing to do with his abilities.

She was staring at the phone in the cabin that would allow her to call out to Mac to come and get her if she needed to as the group shared breakfast together, which ... she had to admit was an unexpected treat. She'd planned on whipping up something easy and simple for the group, but K had beaten her to it - and the spread that woman had managed was the best camp breakfast that Heather had ever had.

As soon as Scott had finished up, he was raring to go, though he sat as patiently as any sixteen year old boy could while he waited for the men to finish up. His foot was jiggling and he was sitting on his hands trying to be still and polite, but the little smile at the corner of his mouth wasn't backing of at all, only growing as every minute ticked by, and the second that Logan and Harry were done, Scott was ready to go.

"Don't you think we should wash the dishes for the girls first?" Harry said, his eyes twinkling as he looked over to Logan.

"I think you should go before you get hurt," K suggested. "The two of us can handle a few dishes."

"Doesn't seem quite fair," Harry insisted, grinning at her as she got to her feet.

"Since you feel that way, you can wash them tonight. And tomorrow ... and every day we're all here," K shot back, which got a little protest from Harry, a laugh from Logan, and though Heather hated it, she too, couldn't help but at least smile at the expression on Harry's face.

Logan got up and gave K a kiss, winked at Heather - and then the three guys headed out, once again leaving the two women alone.

"I think I can just call to get my husband to come pick me up," Heather said.

"If you're going to call your husband, I think you should invite him to join us for dinner," K said. "I know I gave you a hard time yesterday, but you have to know, I'm looking out for mine. You should pay more attention to yours."

Heather looked shocked for just a moment, then bristled at her insinuation. "Logan ... is like family."

"Then why isn't your husband here with you?" K said, holding her gaze. "When was the last time Logan and Mac talked? Or saw each other?"

"It's ... been a while," Heather admitted. "But it wasn't like that with Logan and I -"

"Maybe not for you, but it was for him," K said as gently as she could. "He left out of respect for what you and your husband have together. He doesn't want to get in the middle of that. YOu have to see that."

"I do! I ... " Heather's shoulders fell as she held K's gaze. "Alright, so maybe things got a little ... emotional when he was with us," she finally admitted.

K nodded, smirking to herself. "He was in a very vulnerable position when he met you two," she said. "And I think he was very lucky to have the two of you, but he left for a reason. Give him the space he needs to process everything. It'll be better for everyone if you do."

Heather blew her breath out all in a woosh, the loose strand of hair in front of her eyes nearly sticking straight out at the force of it. "I just worry about him."