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Milk and Beer Jean sat up, her chest heaving with each breath. She could still hear the flames and smell the smoke and the charred metal. ‘It’s just the dream, again.’
Since she had never experienced anything similar to the events, Jean had no idea where the dream came from. Yet, with each time, she learned a little more. Tonight, she had gained a name. Xander. Yet, she didn’t know who he was. Why he was in the fire? Why did he even matter? Grabbing her robe, Jean slipped into the deserted hallway. A quick mental check assured that Scott was still asleep, saving her from more questions. She knew that it would be a while before she could sleep again. She didn’t want to sit her room during that time. As she had hoped, the kitchen was deserted. She found a clean saucepan and set on the stove. She was pouring milk into it when she felt another presence. “Couldn’t sleep, Logan?” she asked, not bothering to turn around. Logan stalked past her and opened the fridge. “I heard someone wandering around the mansion. Thought I’d have a look.” “I’m glad that you didn’t come barging in with claws gleaming.” He grunted but otherwise ignored the comment. He grabbed a beer and leaned against the now closed door. He studied her as he took a swig. “I never understood drinking warm milk.” “It’s the tryptophan, one of the amino acids,” Jean explained with a small smile. “It’s what’s suppose to help you sleep.” “Does it work?” “Sometimes, but not lately.” “Want to talk about it?” Jean glanced at him. Logan wasn’t one for talking, letting actions generally speak for him. She was surprised but touched. “Thanks, Logan, but no, not really.” She turned off the stove and poured the now warmed milk into a mug. With a grin, she hopped onto the counter. They drank in companionable silence. |
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