Watching the three retreating, offended backs of Jean, Ororo and Scott as they left his office, Charles sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair, biting his lip as he massaged his temples as his head throbbed painfully once more.

Hissing a groan out through his teeth as he fumbled for an aspirin, he dimly thought over to how he was supposed to get hold of anybody willing to train a robot boxing team. He was out of the question.

Biting his lip as he shook a tablet out onto his palm and swallowed it dry, Charles closed his eyes slowly and sank back against his chair, flicking a piece of paper to the floor by accident with his elbow. Groaning, as he bent down to pick it up, his eyes scanned the title of the page.

A second later, he was praising his elbow.

The phone ringing jolted him from a peaceful sleep.

With an annoyed grunt from their owner, green flecked brown eyes cracked open slowly. With a heavy sigh, the young man reached for the cordless phone he kept on his bedside table, disturbing the young woman sleeping by his side. Shooting her a glance as he picked up the phone, he vaguely wondered what her name was. "Hello?"

"James Howlett?"

The voice that echoed over the phone line was so familiar and yet so hard to place, that the young man named James Howlett nearly fell out of bed at hearing his last name. "Uh... yeah?"

"It's Charles Xavier speaking. In regards to the email you sent."

Xavier, Xavier, Xavier... where have I heard that name before? "Email?"

The sound of his voice startled the woman besides him, and the brunette slowly sat up, tossing him a sultry smile as she rolled out of bed, naked as the day she was born.

Partially distracted by the sight her ass through the open bathroom door, James missed the beginning of Charles Xavier's next sentence. "Sorry, what was that?"

Amusement laced the man's voice over the phone when he spoke again. "Rough night?"

"Dunno, to be honest. What'd you say?"

"James... do you honestly not remember your old headmaster?"

As the gears clicked into place inside James's mind, leaving the young man rolling in eyes with annoyance at himself, he fumbled around with one hand for his clothes- not that he remembered where they were. "Ah... sorry Professor."

"It's no problem. I'm calling about the email I received. Congratulations, by the way, on your... what was it? Black belt?"

Realising what his old teacher was talking about, James corrected him distractedly, attention torn between the phone, his clothes and the woman in the bathroom grinning at him. "2nd Dan."

"Yes, as I said, congratulations."

"Uh, thanks."

"Well, I received an email, recently, from your father, coincidently. About your achievement. And it got me thinking."

"What about?" Abandoning the search for his jeans, James wandered towards the bathroom, eyes glued onto the woman- he still couldn't remember her name- smiling at him.

"A job actually. I was wondering if you would like an opportunity to work at the school."

That gave James pause. Go back to work at the school that he was teased relentlessly at, or stay in his non-existence of drinking, fucking and sleeping in crappy motels? Casting his eyes back to the woman on the bed, he smirked. "I'll call you back."

Without further ado, he hung up to the Professor's spluttered protests, threw the phone on the bed and promptly forgot about everything but the business at hand.

The door to the bathroom slammed closed.

I'm planning on updating Family Ties over the weekend, so if anyone has any suggestions for the next chapter please review or PM me- I'm stumped.