God It's Another Logan.

Disclaimers: I don't own anyone but Logan Johnson.

The weekend flew by quickly and the trio had their next attack planned. Monday came and WildCat received her schedule from Logan.

Combat- Mr. Logan (Awsomest Guy in the World)

Classic Literature- Professor Xavier. (Professor Baldie)

Genetics- Dr. McCoy (Big Blue and Furry)

Auto Mechanics- Mr. Summers (Dick Head)

Government- Ms. Monroe (Weather Witch)

Algebra III – Mr. Summers (Pussy Faced Dick Head)

Latin- Mr. Wagner (Bamf Blue and Awesome)

Physics- Dr. Grey (Babe of Burden who chose Pussy Faced Dick Head over me)

Rogue was assigned to help Logan find her classes. Combat, classic lit, and genetics went by quite smoothly, then it came time for her to have One Eye's class. At first every thing went smoothly until he called her an animal.

"Okay can anyone tell me what the battery does, any one?" Asked Scott looking at Logan as she waved her hand in the air.

"Okay it is the secondary energy source of the car, so if a battery is the secondary source what is the primary, or main source?" Scott asked as if he were really a teacher.

Again Logan raised her hand, and again he ignored her.

"Gasoline," Said One-Eye. "And does anyone know why you shouldn't put sugar in the gas tank?"

Logan knowing what's going to happen doesn't even bother to seem interested.

"Ms. Johnson you seem out of answers," Said Scott snobbishly. "Why don't you take a guess?"

"Okay Mr. Summers," Said Logan grudgingly. "Sugar is soluble in water, but not in hydrocarbons like gasoline, so sugar granules accumulate in the injector and carburetor and mechanically clog them up, or if there is a very minute amount of water, possibly from watered down gas, in which anyway your car is screwed, but back to the point. If there is a minute amount of water and the sugar does dissolve in the fuel tank or filters, the sugar solution forms thick syrup and clogs the fuel atomizers. That Mr. Summers is all I know about that."

Scott glared at her for the rest of the class. When the lunch bell rang Scott called her over.

"Ms. Johnson," Said Scott angrily. "You may think that being a show off is funny, but show off's fail. So before you decide to do some thing like that again, WildAnimal, just think of your grade."

"Sure Mr. Summers," Said WildCat slyly. "But I must warn you I don't take kindly to threats."

Her claws extended and she slashed a couple of his pens, then she walked off.

Lunch rolled around and WildCat was pissed off. Wolverine and Kurt walked up to her.

"Hey kid what's gotten your boxers in a bunch?" Asked Wolverine jokingly.

"Scott the Dick Head Summers," Said WildCat angrily. "He kept asking questions in auto shop and I knew the answers, but he kept ignoring me. Finally I got sick of being ignored so I stopped raising my hand. Well when he thought that I was finally stumped he picks me. I tell him the answer in a very detailed fashion, and he threatens to fail me."

Kurt thinks for a moment.

"He is how do you say it in America," Kurt said slyly. "A dickhead."

"Yeah," Logan said as he and Kurt took a seat beside WildCat. "Well we have to get him back, and I think that I know how."

"Herr Logan what are you thinking?" Asked Kurt with concern in his voice.

"Pink slips," Said WildCat. "You think that he would race for pink slips don't you."

"If we can build a car fast enough anything is possible," Said Logan. "But everyone will have to participate."

"I am how do you say it...Game." Said Kurt.

"I'm game too, but we need to design and build one totally bangin' car." Said WildCat.

"I can build it but design is another thing," Said Logan seriously. "I ain't much for stuff like designing and crap like that."

"Ja," Said Kurt. "It is a great plan, but how do we bait Scott into racing us?"

"Leave that to me." Said WildCat.

After lunch she went to Government, which wouldn't have been so bad if One Eye's class didn't come after it. She listened carefully in his class so as to get all of the information the first time, but she still had to ask questions. He didn't act quite so mean, but the harshness was still there.

"Okay, class Ms. Johnson doesn't get so let me explain again." Said Scott every time she asked a question.

Kurt's class went by with ease. Latin was a fun language to learn, it didn't help that she found it rather easy to learn a second language. After all if she had Mr. Logan's aging capacity she had all the time in the world.

Ms. Grey's class went by well too. At the end of class she talked to Jean about Scott.

"Uh Ms. Grey I'd like to talk to you about Mr. Summers," She said trying not to accidentally say the words Mr. Dickhead. "I don't think that he likes me very much, he got mad when I knew the answer to a question, and acted extremely rudely when I asked questions in Algebra. Could you please talk to him for me because if I talk to him I may go into a feral rage? When I go into rage I black out and I don't remember a thing when I wake up. Please talk to him for me."

"Sure I'll talk to him," Jean tried to choose her words carefully. "But your too much like Mr. Logan for Scott to act civilized to ward you. Do you understand?"

WildCat smiled.

"I think I do," Said WildCat trying not to laugh. "He hates me because I am, to him, exactly like the Wolverine, right?"

"Right," Said Jean. "I'll talk to him, but I can't promise results."

"Thanks Ms. Grey see you later!" Said WildCat as she left.

Logan and Kurt waited outside of the door for her.

"Hey kid," Said Wolverine. "Guess what?"

"Uh... you're pregnant?" Asked WildCat playfully.

"No," Said Logan. "But close."

"I give up what?" She said.

"We have found an engine." Said Kurt

"Really," She asked. "Is it a good engine? No wait better yet is it a good and fast engine."

Logan smiled widely.

"Let the games begin." Said WildCat as they walked down the hall.