It was early morning, the had had barely risen and yet Professor Charles Xavier was already sitting behind his desk beginning the day's work. As headmaster of the school, he had a lot of administrative duties to attend to. Pausing to take a sip of coffee, Charles started by reading a manuscript that Moira MacTaggart sent to him. She wanted his opinion on the manuscript and told him that it was urgent. Xavier didn't mind, after all she had only broken off their wedding without an explanation after he enlisted in the army for her which subsequently led him to get his legs crushed. It didn't matter that she broke his heart at all. Nope. His personal feelings didn't matter at all. That wouldn't be professional, he was only good for proof reading her little manuscripts. So all Charles would have to do is sit her and scribble some notes while she gets her little Nobel Prize and thanks everyone except him. Why your welcome Moira, I sacrifice my precious time to help you and you don't even mention me in your Nobel acceptance speech? That is just rich.
Time flew by fast and Charles was half way through the manuscript when someone came bursting through the door.
"I'm telling ya Chuck I've had it!" Logan scowled taking a seat.
"You've had it! You're not the one who messed up the session!" Scott exclaimed right back.
The two of them were dressed in uniform, they had just come from a danger room session.
"I can't take orders from Sergeant Panty-twist!" Logan said.
"Orders? Logan you can't take orders from anyone! You blatantly disobeyed-"
"Oh here we go…"
"Every time I give out an order to him he always does the opposite!" Scott said pacing the room.
Charles looked up from his work passively, this was the tenth time this week that the two of them came barging into his office with their marriage issues. And to think Logan's disdain of Scott started when Scott whooped his butt in DDR.
"Professor, I tell Logan to cover my left and guess what he does!"
"I don't think it would be a fair guess." Charles said scratching his chin.
"Go on one eye tell him." Logan mocked.
"He covered my RIGHT!" Scott exclaimed, as if it was the worst thing in the world. "Not only that but he cut in front of me and ripped the Sentinels head clean off which almost hit Kitty!"
Charles tried to hide his disdain and kept a pleasant expression. But really why couldn't Ororo or Hank handle this? Just because he's the world's greatest telepath with a psychology degree doesn't make him any better at handling these petty arguments.
Logan huffed," Kitty can protect herself. And you're just mad cause I took away all your glory."
"Logan that is beside the point. I was leading the team and I gave you orders and you didn't follow them!"
"So I covered your right side, send me to jail why don't ya?"
"Kurt already had my right, my left side was completely exposed, Jean could have stolen my flag!"
Xavier sighed, if he pretended to be busy, may be they'll go away?
"Professor! You don't know how fatal that mistake could have been! "Scott cried. "Logan, you can't just go making moves like that, there's no point in making random and pointless risks." Scott continued.
"mm hmm." Logan said bored.
"You could have hurt yourself, you could have hurt Kitty you could have hurt me!"
"Look, laser head." Logan stood up, "I know you like to show off in the danger room for your little girlfriend but face it, she doesn't like you." Logan said pointing his index finger to Scott's chest.
"Hey don't bring Jean into this!"
"No one likes you."
"Oh and you're any better."
"Where's my Excedrin?" Charles thought to himself as their voices got louder, he was definitely going to have a headache later.
"Logan you don't follow directions, you don't work with the team and you do all these pointless stunts that could get people seriously hurt!"
Logan sighed, this kid was getting on his nerves. "You're right Scott."
"You're insubordinate."
"Uh-huh."
"Un-cooperative!"
"go on."
"And above all really smelly have you ever heard of a shower?"
"Well at least I don't have a stick shoved up so far into my ass that every time I fart a box of toothpicks comes out!"
At this point Charles looked up from his work, his methods weren't working anyway.
"Excuse me?" Scott said in an angry tone, lifting his hand to his visor making it glow red, "Just because you can't handle your personal issue doesn't mean you have to go and insult me."
Logan sighed and looked remorseful, "I'm sorry Scott you don't have a stick shoved up your ass."
"That's what I thought." Scott said walking away.
"It's more like a log." Logan muttered just loud enough for Charles and Scott to hear.
Scott froze and said, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that Logan."
"Keep telling yourself that Log Butt." Logan said, "Next time I need a tooth pick I'll just pull your finger."
Scott turned around and got all up in Logan's face, "You know I can beat you any day of the week."
"Yeah, only cause that log is shoved up so high I'd break my foot in your ass every time I kick it." Logan sneered.
Charles had to admit, Logan was one savvy trash talker. And this gave him the perfect excuse as to why he couldn't finish reading Moira's boring manuscript. He pulled out a bag of popcorn from his desk, and enjoyed the show.
"That didn't even make any sense."
"That's cause the log is giving your brain a splinter."
"Is that all you got?"
"No Debbie, I got a lot more. But the re-run of The Secret Life of the American Teenager is on, and I don't like missing my shows. So if you don't turn around and walk out right now, I'm going to gut out your organs and sell them on eBay you hear?" Logan said, intentionally calling Scott "Debbie" as a form of insult.
Even though Scott is much taller than Logan, he complied, and walked out, Logan following not to far along.
There goes my entertainment for the day. Charles thought to himself. As he continued working.
A/N: Hey guys, hope you liked this, it just randomly came to me, sorry it was short I ran out of ammo but I'll try to get in another update soon :)