Marie is now comfortable attired in pajamas with little monkey’s all over them, and matching yellow gloves. Obviously Jubilee had delved into her own closet instead of Marie’s. ***LOVE IT!!! I can see it and its so funny.***

“You can’t come near me, I don’t want to phase through the floor, make it rain, or blast a hole in the wall. Please-” she begs as Logan moves closer.
***Awww***

“That’s bullshit,” Logan finally breaks out of the spell he’s under. He turns to the Professor anger sparkling in his golden eyes. “She has to stay five feet from everyone all the time. It’s bad enough she has to cover herself from head to toe, now she can’t even stand next to someone. SHIT!”

He’s pissed. She can tell, truthfully, she shouldn’t have expected any less. Logan strove to give her as normal an existence as possible. He never let her wear gloves, insisted she wear tank tops and shorts when it was just them.
***Awwww. I love this Logan***

Belatedly she realizes that there’s only one comfort that she wants. She manages to stay in her chair, and knows that Logan can smell her misery by the way the arm of the danger room simulated chair splinters under his free hand. She still amazed he’s managed not to break the glass, but she notices that it’s fuller than it was before. ***I feel their pain***

I freaked, froze like I always do. No one realizes how scared I get sometimes when you guys get too close.” She’s thinking again. “So, it’s instinctual?”
***Poor Marie. I never thought that she would be freaked out by people near her.***

She’s scared. Piotr shifts his form, and she feels cool metal touching her forehead as he places a kiss there.
***Awwwwwwwwwww****

Author's Response: I love that bit with Pitor. Logan in this story is super awesome. I love how I wrote him!