Logan tried to process the conflicting impulses going on in his brain.  This was never easy, any telepath would tell you there were few places more complicated than Logan's mindscape.<br/><br/>A basic part of him was telling him to either grab the woman kissing him back and thrust her away, or push her to the floor and have her now.  Another part, one that seems to keep him tied to this school, and the goody two shoes who ran it... was demanding to know what had happened to Katie Power, and why was she kissing HIM of all people.<br/><br/>A wise man, deep inside him was pointing out that woman seemed to fall for men for the strangest, most illogical reasons, and that he'd better respond before Katie thought he was rejecting her.<br/><br/>As fast as Logan usually responded to the events around him, this combination of factors had him still looking bemused as Kate pulled back, and studied his face for a moment.<br/><br/>"Katie?" He started to say.<br/><br/>"Kate." She answered.  "Your the only person who's called me Katie besides Alex in years." She smiled at him wistfully, then turned and picked his shirt off the hanger in the door.  "Get dressed.  Jospeh will need his best man's support today.  We'll talk about this later, once I've helped you with that tie."<br/><br/>Logan frowned slightly, his senses alert.<em>Was this his Katie?  The little girl... no she's not a little girl, obviously... the woman he knew?  It smelled like her, and once again was acting like her, but... <br/>she wanted him?  He must be... well god knew how much older than her... she was helping him with the damned bow tie he had been dreading tying, and he smiled slightly.  No, Katie wouldn't care about his age... heck, she didn't seem as old as she should... and he could see lines other men would never see.  She looked...</em><br/><br/>"Katie." She frowned at him. "Kate.  When'd you stop aging?"<br/><br/>She looked at him like he was an idiot... which after a second's pause he realized maybe he was.<br/>"Oh... that funky healing power you kids share."<br/><br/>She nodded her head at him as if he'd won a prize.  "Bingo.  Mr. Fantastic predicted my siblings and I will live well into our fifteenth decade, baring dismeberment... that's why Franklin left me in the end, I think."<br/><br/>He was looking at her apprasingly now.  "Is that why?"<br/><br/>He left the question open, but she understood him, and didn't take offense.<br/><br/>"I've been in love with you for years, Logan.  But you were with Storm, and I loved you both far too much to say anything... and since then, you've been, well, mourning her.  But lately, I've noticed you... well you've been interested again, in life I mean."<br/><br/>He nodded, thoughtfully.  "Right.  So, what..."<br/><br/>She interupted him again. "I've been trying to figure out how to tell you all year.  But we've got to get you ready for the  wedding." She was blushing furiously by now, aware she wasn't letting him speak, afraid of what he would say, and too embaressed to let him say it.<br/><br/>"I know you probably don't feel anything for me, but... mmph?!"<br/><br/>She couldn't continue her sentance, since Logan had grabbed her, and was apparently trying to suck her tonsils out.<br/><br/>Before she could even melt into his arms, he had put her back down, and was grinning that shit eating grin at her.  "Dunno, kiddo, but we'll give it a whirl.  Come on, let's go get Joe and Collette hitched, then you can show an old man how to dance."<br/><br/>