Chapter 1: A tiny mishap

"Kitty No!"

Logan jumped in the way of the mutant's curse, power whatever. There was a flash of light and the mutant was gone, as was Logan.

"Where is he?" Asked Kitty

Then a noise came from the ground and there was a scruffy dog.

"Logan?"

The dog looked up, confused. Then barked he then proceeded to look around. Really the dog was more of a puppy.

"You're so cute!" Squealed Kitty

Logan growled, ears flattening against his skull. He tried to stand up but fell over. Frost laughed and then bent to pick up the pup. Logan tried to bite her but missed, she hoisted him up by the scruff of the neck and held him at eye level.

"Oh dear." She murmured a smirk playing across her face. Logan tossed and growled, squirming, trying to break free

"Frost, put. Me. Down!"

"No."

"Frost, now. This is humiliating!"

He struggled, trying to bite.

"Honestly Logan calm down." Snapped Frost.

When this didn't work Frost concentrated hard on Logan and he immediately felt tired, so tired… and he was asleep in Frost's arms.

"What are we going to do?" Asked Kitty

"Take him back to the mansion and see if Beast and Forge can't find something." Replied Frost, already heading out towards the X-Jet. The mutant they had been confronting was already long gone, after all.

"Where's Logan?" Asked Scott when Frost and Kitty reappeared in the mansion. As an answer Kitty pointed at the sleeping puppy in Frost's arms.

"No. Way." Said Bobby "Can I hold him? He's so cute!"

Frost passed Logan to Bobby and from Bobby it went to Storm and then to Kitty.

"What happened?" asked a concerned Storm. Frost recounted the tale while Logan got handed from X Man to X man.

"He really is quite cute." Thought Scott as he was passed the sleeping dog

"Let me take him!"

"No me!"

Frost rolled her eyes as they started fighting about who got to hold Logan. Logan woke up from the noise and tried to jump out of whoever's arms now held him. He was halfway to the ground when Beast caught him.

"Oh No you don't."

Logan struggled but couldn't get free. Exhausted by his efforts he lay still.

"Beast do you reckon you can find a way to change him back?" asked Kitty nervously

"Maybe." Reassured Beast "But we might need to just have to wait for it to wear off."

"Vhat did Logan do to piss her off?" asked Kurt

"I didn't do anything, it was meant for Kitty."

"It was meant for me, but Logan pushed me out of the way." Answered Kitty. Logan growled slightly, but no one paid any attention to him. Beast now held him in only one hand.

"I sensed the amount of power coming from this mutant, this could last a couple of months… Should we get him a dog collar?" Mused Frost

"I have a cat's collar in my room!" Said Kitty eagerly. "Hang on!"

Logan stared after Kitty for a moment, then jumped out of Beast's slack grip and ran in the opposite direction. Scott made a lunge for him, but missed.

"Honestly Logan!"

Frost concentrated and unleashed an invisible lead round the fleeing pup's neck. Logan came to an abrupt halt. Frost then reeled him in. Logan struggling and pulling back with all his might.

"Let. Me. Go. I'm NOT wearing a collar."

"And I DON'T want to go trawling dog pounds looking for you."

"For fuck's sake, Frost!"

"There's no need for language like that, Logan." Replied Frost smugly

Kitty reappeared to see Logan being reeled in, to Frost's side. "Here it is!" She produced a bright red collar, with golden coloured buckle. She approached Logan who squirmed and dodged her, while still being in range of the invisible leash.

"Logan keep still!"

"Still!" Ordered Frost sternly. To Logan's horror he admittedly obeyed the command. He recovered quickly, but not fast enough. The collar was round his neck.

"That was interesting." Murmured Beast. "SIT!"

Logan sat. Then got up, snarling. The other X men grinned at each other, evilly.

The rest of the afternoon passed in their amusement and Logan's annoyance and humiliation. Just saying that a dog whistle was also involved.

Hey Logan! Logan! Want the ball? Want the Ball!

"YES! No, no. Fuck. Yes! No! NO! YES!"

He ran after the thrown tennis ball. Wagging his tail.

He brought it back.

"Fine. But NOT again. I'm not going to do that again… BALL!"

Frost laughed. "You should hear his thoughts right now. He's all 'No' and then you throw the ball and then he's like 'BALL!'. Don't throw it that way!"

Too late Logan ran straight into muddy grass.

"Great. Now you have to wash him." Accused Frost.

"Me?" Whined Scott "Why?"

"Because you threw the ball. I can say that Logan has no control over what he does when that ball is thrown."

"That's what she said." Muttered Kitty. Rogue Laughed and the two high-fived.

"You two can help Scott, as well."

Both stared at Frost with horrified looks on their faces. Logan, realising what was being discussed, tried to sneak past. But Hank grabbed him by the collar.

"Oh, No you don't. You're not going in the house like that!"

"Hank seems able to handle it. BYE!" And Kitty and Rogue ran out of sight. So it was left to Hank and Scott to bathe the miniature Wolverine.

"Hey. There's no point growling." Muttered Scott. "You ran in the mud."

"And YOU threw the ball there".

Though Scott couldn't hear Logan's thoughts he guessed what he was thinking from the expression on his face. A sink had been filled in the kitchen and Logan had been carried in by Hank. Who was now very muddy himself. (You can guess why) Hank held down the pup by the collar and Scott poured the shampoo over him. Then they rinsed him off.

"There's soap in my eye". Muttered Logan glaring at Scott.

"Well if you stopped moving, maybe there wouldn't be." Snapped Scott. "SIT!"

Logan Sat.

"STAY! Good Boy!"

Logan wagged his tail. Then repressed the urge.

"One day like this and I've got a collar, been given orders and chased balls and NOW am being given a bath by Summers. Can today GET any worse?"

"Quit complaining." Said Frost who was walking in to see how things were getting on. She saw a very wet Logan, Hank and Scott and floor. It looked like many a struggle had taken place.

"Got a towel, Frost?" Asked Hank.

Kurt then appeared with four towels. One for each of them… and the floor.

Logan completely exhausted from running around all afternoon. Gave up and let the bath continue. He emerged from the kitchen very clean and still a bit damp. He jumped up on the sofa and lay down, soon he was instantly asleep.

"I hope Forge has managed to find something to fix this." Murmured Hank. I don't think we can survive a week of this, let alone two months!"