"For crying out loud, Frost, what is your problem?" Logan growled angrily at the blonde telepath.

She folded her arms and regarded him coolly. "I'm simply stating a fact."

"What the heck is it to you how I deal with people?" he snarled. "In case you hadn't noticed, you're not much better."

"At least I can keep my temper," she said, narrowing her eyes.

"Uh, guys?" Kitty piped up from where she and the rest of the X Men were watching the argument from the kitchen table.

"What?" Emma and Logan both shouted.

"Guys, we shouldn't be fighting with each other," Scott began in a condescending tone of voice, but Emma stalked slowly over to him. He gulped and stared up at her.

"Scott, you can't possibly understand the severity of the situation," she said in a deadly quiet voice. He edged nervously away. She turned back to Wolverine. Striding over to him, she glared up into his face.

"What now, Frost?"

"I am sick and tired of your….barbaric behavior!" she snapped throwing her hands up in the air. "You couldn't act like a normal person if your life depended on it!"

"Emma! That's hardly," Jean began, but Emma spun around to face her, fire in her eyes. "Your opinion is not required here, Grey."

"What's the matter, Frost? Afraid she's gonna tell you something about yourself you don't wanna hear?" Wolverine sneered.

"How dare you?" Emma whispered, her eyes narrowing. "What right have you to cast judgment on me? You, the one who has always abandoned the X Men in their time of need; you…" she suddenly stopped and gasped as, with a roar, Wolverine drove his claws into the wall a foot from her head.

"One…more…word," he hissed, his face only a few inches from hers.

"X Men, go, get out of here," Scott commanded. The rest of the team jumped to their feet and hurried out of the room. Cautiously, Scott began, "Logan…Logan, don't do anything stupid…"

Wolverine raised his eyes to stare at Cyclops. "This is between me and Frost."

"Logan," Scott began angrily, starting to stride over, but Wolverine lunged at him with a snarl. Scott's eyes widened. Wolverine stopped, his claws three inches from Cyclops's neck.

"You wanna keep talking, pretty boy?"

"Scott," Emma said, "leave. I can take care of myself."

"Emma," he started to plead.

She looked away. "Go find Jean," she replied with a hint of bitterness in her voice.

Scott glanced back at Wolverine and scowled. He slowly backed out of the kitchen. "I'll be back for you, Emma," he said, looking pointedly at Wolverine.

"You do that," Logan muttered.

After a moment, Scott's quickened footsteps disappeared down the hallway.

Emma suddenly sensed Wolverine standing directly behind her. She turned to face him. "Is Scott gone?" she said, keeping her voice hard.

Wolverine nodded.

Out of the blue she moved swiftly to him as he wrapped his arms tightly about her.

"Do you think they suspected anything?" she asked anxiously.

"They'd have to be a telepath to see through that, but don't worry, I don't think Jean noticed anything either."

She laughed softly and leaned her head against his chest, breathing in his scent. "How long do you think we can keep this up?" she asked quietly. She felt him sigh and hug her closer to himself.

"I don't know."

Emma was silent for a moment. "What will happen if they do find out?"

Logan chuckled, "I don't want to know."

She smiled oddly. "Did you mean what you said?"

He laughed. "Did you?"

She smirked, "What do you think?"

He rolled his eyes. Raising a hand, he gently stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers.

She closed her eyes, a faint smile twitching at her lips.

He leaned over and placed his mouth on hers.

She put her arms around him as he pulled her closer to himself, pressing his lips harder against hers. After what seemed like only a brief moment, they broke apart. However, they stood for a little while longer, their faces only a few inches apart, as they held each other.

"Summers will be back soon," Logan mumbled after a minute or two.

"Yes," Emma answered sadly.

He let go of her and stepped back. "I…...see ya," he muttered, turning to leave.

"Logan?" Emma called softly after him.

He paused in the doorway and glanced back. "Yeah?"

"Try not to do anything stupid," she smirked.

He endeavored to frown, but ended up laughing quietly. "See you…Emma." He disappeared through the door.

Emma stood alone for a few minutes after he had left. All of a sudden, Scott showed up at the entrance to the kitchen.

"Emma! Are you alright?" he asked, striding over to her and taking her hands in his. Emma repressed a shudder and gently pulled away. "I'm fine, Scott. Why do you ask?"

Scott looked away. "I…" he suddenly blushed. "I was afraid...well, I just assumed that he would hurt…hurt you."

"On the contrary," Emma murmured, "he calmed down quite a bit once you had left." She lowered her head, hiding a smile. "I will…see you later, Scott."

Scott watched her turn and leave in confusion. What on earth was…never mind, he thought, shaking his head as he walked out of the kitchen to look for Jean.