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Author's Notes: These notes are great. I can write any old rubbish I like. I was going to hit the sack when the idea for this story hit me. I decided I better type it up straight away rather then lose it the following morning. My kin, who also writes stories for the X-men was none too impressed as he was trying to get to sleep, but he learned as he's out like a light now. Anyway this is just a filler until I've got the student story sorted in my head. Enjoy. Oh yeah Marvel owns everything and I don't work for any of the Summer's clan.

"But what if it wasn't one big bang but a series of small bangs thus making Einstein's theory false."

Beast was stunned. "That's absolutely brilliant, Scott. I wouldn't have thought of that for the very life of me."

"Not a problem, Hank." Scott smiled, the light from the rising sun catching his teeth just right. He left Beast to return to the kitchen where he was cooking a large breakfast for the entire faculty. Hank slumped down next to Ororo.

"My, my. That Scott is a man of many talents." Hank commented to Ororo who was more interested in watching the man in question leaving the room.

"He certainly is." She commented, her voice betraying more then a hint of lust.

"You may want to control yourself, here comes the young man's paramour." Beast comment slyly as Jean almost stumbled into the room, her face all flushed and her hair a mess.

Ororo almost laughed. "Jean, you look like you went a few rounds with Logan."

If she could have gone any brighter a shade of red she would have done. She almost looked drunk, Beast noted. "Is everything okay, you don't look your usual collected self?"

"Let's just say I didn't get much sleep last night." She could here her beloved in the kitchen singing some operatic number she vaguely recognized in perfect key. "I don't know where he gets his energy or his imagination. Some of the things he did last nig-"

"If I might interrupt Jean, but some of us are confined to the lab and don't need this vivid a mental picture to keep us company." Beast said, blushing self-consciously at Jean's wonderings.

"Ladies, gentleman, breakfast is served." Scott proclaimed as he came from the kitchen bearing five rather large trays, balanced perfectly between his large arms. He placed them gently down on the table in front of his friends. He placed one in front of each of them before walking off with the fifth. The tray held coffee, a glass of orange juice, everyone's favourite cereal, some slices of toast and freshly baked brown bread.

"Where you going, hon?" Jean asked.

"The professor needs to eat too so I made an extra meal for him"

"You think of everything." Jean said, her face a mirror of the admiration she felt for him.

Scott frowned for a moment. "Not at all, dear. If I did, I would have found out what brand of coffee he prefers and purchased it for him, but damn my shortsighted ness. I only have this ground blend for him. I'll know better next time."

Scott left them with that and went off towards the Professor's office.

The Professor was already up and around, looking over some of the student reports. "Scott," he asked as Scott entered, "I wonder have you had a chance to look at these reports yet."

"I have them right here," Scott commented, indicating the files placed neatly next to the brown bread on the tray. "I've gone through them all, rated them and placed my comments at the end for your approval."

"That's great. It will save me a lot of time, and that bread looks delicious."

"I cooked it myself last night as I was repairing the dent on the plane." Scott said. "If you'll excuse me, I better get back to my own breakfast before Jean eats the lot."

"Of course Scott and thanks for the breakfast."

"No problem." Scott said as he left and made his way back to the hall.

On his way back, he heard the faint strains of a guitar coming from the student's dorms. Curiosity getting the better of him, he decided to investigate. He followed the sound of the guitar and couldn't help but grimace as who was ever playing missed a cord of the tune.

He knocked on the door, causing the music to cease and St. John to announce dully, "Yeah. Come in."

"I couldn't help but overhear your playing," Scott said pointing to the discarded guitar on the bed. "I noticed you have a bit of problem doing a quick reversal."

"Ah yeah, I can't quite get the hang of it." John mumbled, surprised that anyone had noticed the small mistake.

"Show me your grip."

St. John held the guitar and assumed the pose.

"Ah, it's as I suspected." Scott declared. He took the guitar and held it more upright, "here if you take this grip instead, you'll have much more freedom of movement." To demonstrate he quickly reeled off a complicated Latin number which involved quite a deal of finger dexterity.

"Mr Summers, I didn't know you could play."

"Well, I played lead in a band back in school. We weren't any good but we practiced hard and so should you."

"I will, Mr Summers. I will. You have inspired me beyond words."

Scott smiled, the sun managed to find a way to shine off his perfect white teeth.

He left the young arsonist to his guitar and returned back to the hall receiving warm greetings from all the students he met on the way.

The world seemed perfect when Scott was around. Well perfect for everyone except one particularly grouchy individual who just hated the fact that Scott was just so super nice to him.

"Ah Logan, I've made some breakfast for you. I hope you like brown bread." Scott declared as the hairy one entered, snarling at some kids who got in his way.

Logan had to wince as the sun reflecting off Scott's teeth blinded him. It was going to be a long day.

To be continued… although I might just drop it and get to the student story I have. I'll see how reaction is. If people want to see more of Scott being stupendously brilliant, Logan getting depressed by his brilliance and the sun managing to shine on his teeth no matter where he stands, then so be it or I can get stuck into the teen machines which will have a more familiar Scott ie stern etc.