Here lie our brains

It was all well and good for your friends to be the kind of people who would keep you from unwisely drunk texting, but in some cases, it just wasn't enough. Like if you happened to have a super powerful telepathic brain, for instance. Sure, Jean could have had Rachel be her telepathic backup, but that would have required a level of forethought that Jean was resolutely avoiding these days. Too much stress, not enough fun.

So a warm, laughing voice suddenly filled Logan's mind: "You are a bad influence and clearly rubbing off on me, because a guy just tried to hit on me and I growled at him." Popping up randomly in people's minds was bad psychic etiquette, but Jean was feeling a little void of connection and Logan hadn't complained about it yet.

They'd danced and laughed and drank and Jean couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun. Jean was only a little tipsy by the time they ended the evening, but Logan had made sure she'd gotten home safely anyway.

Jean fell asleep reading a two-month-old issue of Psychology Today in bed and almost immediately began dreaming. It had been some time since she'd drawn someone else into her dreams without realizing it, but her powers reached out to the latest mind they'd been in contact with: Logan's.

They were back on the front stoop of her apartment building, just as they had been in reality only an hour or two earlier. "Forgiven me for making you dance yet?" she asked with a grin.