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Author's Note: I can't help it…I love poking gentle fun at these guys…especially Logan. Read and Review if you like but Flames will be used to burn leaves. Thanks!
Hayfever
Spring had finally reached Xavier's school for the Gifted, A.K.A, a school for mutants. School was out for the day however and most of the students could be found wandering around on the large grounds, enjoying these first days of warm weather.
The only four people in the mansion's living room were four of the adults. Scott was busying himself with some mechanical trinket, probably for his car, Jean was re-arranging the knick knacks on the shelf from her place on the couch, and Ororo was comfortably curled up with a book she hadn't read yet.
On the other side of the room, sitting in a chair that faced the door and a good distance away from the others Logan was reading a paper while keeping an eye on the room's other occupants.
Silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of the kids laughing outside and the slight clink as Jean put the breakables down.
Suddenly without warning what sounded like a small explosion filled the room. Scott dropped the device on the floor, looking around for the attack, Ororo jumped and Jean almost dropped the delicate glass vase she was moving from one table to the other.
They all looked around for the source of the sound but there was nothing there and after several minutes of waiting it didn't happen again. Finally they all began to resume their former activities. Ororo re-opened her book, Jean placed the vase down and contented herself with moving the pillows and Scott started to look on the floor for his trinket.
Silence reigned again for several more minutes until another one of the strange noise sounded. Ororo really did drop her book, Jean lost grip on the pillow and Scott jumped, hitting his head into the table he was looking under.
The strange sound was followed by someone blowing his nose and they all looked towards Logan, the only one who had been silent throughout this. None of them could have believed that Logan hadn't known what was going on, not with his heightened senses.
Slowly all three of their gazes moved towards Logan, who was the culprit it seemed. Sniffing loudly he glanced towards the three, "What?" he asked in a voice that was almost more irritable then normal.
They didn't say anything, they just silently resumed what they had been doing but none of them, with the exception of Logan, missed the slight smiles that were playing on each of their faces.
For all of his regenerative powers it seemed that he was still subject to the most common of ailments that where shared by both humans and mutants. Ailments like allergies for example.
Fin.