Teaser: Logan shows worry over teaching his first classes.
Rating: PG
Genre: drama

 Logan was working out in the gym. He was obliterating the punching bag, taking out his aggression. The best way to beat stress. He'd finally figured out how to teach the students to fight but it was hard for him.
He just fought. It came natural to him. There was no logical order. Maybe he learned from somewhere...the Army, most likely? Anyway, there were some basics such as stance, blocking, moving and some punches. He'd have to remind them of the one important factor, that it's not always how hard you hit but where. He decided to start with basic training: running, exercises, punching bags and weightlifting. Eventually they'd wear the uniforms for practice like Rogue did when fighting with Scott.

 His workout intensity unconsciously picked up. He was moving faster and hitting harder. He'd saw Rogue that day and the uniform made her look really good. Too good. He didn't want the other guys staring at her like he found himself doing. It was a distraction. Why did they have to be so skintight? Good thing uniforms weren't going to be worn for a while yet. He wasn't sure if he could take seeing her in that black leather every other day.

 Class with Rogue would be hard. He was suppose to protect her, not fight her. He didn't know if he could ever hit her; but if it meant the difference in keeping her alive when he wasn't there for her, he'd do it. He'd have to be careful and realize his own strength when dealing with the kids. Maybe pair them up with each other after a bit. It should work out.

 He took a breather and downed some water. He was letting his body rejuvenate for a bit then he'd do one more round.

 Finally as he thought about drivers' ed and Scott, he got more energy to dive into his exercises. Logan hated his other class. He knew Bug-Eye did it on purpose. He was not happy. Drivers' ed for fifteen-year-olds. He didn't know if he could take it. He was used to fast and reckless, not exactly speed-abiding and following traffic safety. He didn't even know any of the traffic laws except red means yield, yellow hit the gas, and green to fly. He'd create hellraisers on wheels. It didn't matter to him if he got hurt -- he healed fast. The students were another story. Driving slow and teaching kids how to be defensive...this would be a living nightmare. At least it was only twice a week, and not tomorrow.

 Oh well, he had Rogue to help keep his sanity.

 Finally he finished punching out his pissed-off frustrations for Scott on the bag and headed back. He was tired and sweaty. He needed a good clean shower, shave, and bed. He'd have to be up early with the small group of students to start morning physical training.

 He walked back to his room and Rogue passed by. She had been out walking, her cloak wet with melted snow. He smiled and said "Good night, Marie." She returned the greeting. He showered, dog tags dangling around his neck. A gift to him from Marie. He'd never take them off, just like the ones that hung around her neck. Yet another connection they now shared.

 He listened to noises from Rogue and Katherine's room down the hall and drifted off as their conversation dwindled and silence filled the air again.