Cherry_choco_cheesecake: I'm so sorry that I haven't been able to update lately as i have been grounded from my computer......Probably until the world ends.*Sigh*

Pyro: Don't worry luv. I'll burn your house down and get your computer back for you. After all I am a fire god.*puffs out chest in attempt to look heroic.*

Cherry_choco_cheesecake: Thanks for the offer but I'd just get in more trouble. Well enough about my troubles.

Samurai _Mew_Mew: I'll be your love anytime .^_~*dancing around listening to discman.*

Cherry_choco_cheesecake:* looks strangely at dancing girl, shakes head* I thought that last spraying got rid of all the insane ones. Damn't Ciara I'm trying to disclaim.*bonks on dancing girls head.* Now on to the story.

Pyro: Ha ha you hit her head.

Samurai_Mew_Mew: *bonks pyro on head* . I always get last laughs XP

Cherry_choco_cheesecake: You people are weird.*looks at Pyro and SMM hitting each other.* Weirdoes. I do not own X-Men.

Linda awoke slowly to the sound of Pyro snoring. She blinked once in confusion and turned over to the sight of the fire god on his back mouth open and sounding for all the world like a chainsaw. She let out a soft groan and grabbed the extra pillow that had fallen on the floor. Letting a small smile cross her innocent features she covered John's face and waited. Linda hummed for a minute waiting for the lack of oxygen to awake her sleeping beau. Finally the moment she had been waiting for dawned.

Pyro jerked almost frantically, and a sound almost like faint screaming could be heard under the pillow. She lifted it and smiled into John's bewildered face.

"You were snoring. Couldn't be helped. It was self defense." Linda smiled innocently and looked like a five-year-old with her hand caught in the cookie jar. John's face turned mischievous and a light danced in his eyes.

"I'll show you self defense." With those words John grabbed Linda and rolled her over and off the edge of the bed. Linda shrieked as John's agile fingers wound up underneath her shirt and tickled her.

"Stop." Linda shrieked in-between fits of laughter. She wriggled like a fish under the Aussie in an attempt to gain leverage and get the tickling to cease.

John grinned as Linda arched and with one hand kept a pressure on her side. The other hand grabbed the hem of her shirt and with one quick movement pulled it over her head. He tossed the garment onto the ground a few feet away. Linda's eyes grew wide as she realized her shirt was off.

"JOOOOOOOHNNNNN." She shrieked covering herself and blushing to the roots of her hair.

"Sorry luv." The grin was back this time though it was cheeky as hell. "Couldn't be helped. It was self defense."

After the final battle upstairs, Linda was finally in the common room with all the other students waiting for the professor and the teachers to return from the conference. John was still in her room waiting patiently for her return with the professor. She could only imagine what he was going through. Not emotionally though, she sighed. When she had left to come downstairs he had been looking gleefully at a pile of shoeboxes under her bed. Linda looked at the clock again. It was only quarter-to-one and the professor wouldn't get back until one-thirty.

Jean was looking smugly at her and Linda wanted to smack her. Her anger was slowly building and as it did the water in the house began to slowly build up waiting to erupt at it's masters beck and call.

"I wonder what I'll do this weekend." Jean smiled again and tossed her hair behind her head where it hit a sulking Rogue in the face. The southern Goth grabbed a handful of the redhead's hair and pulled viciously.

"Didn't ah warn yah not to do that anymore." The Goth growled.

"Stripes." Logan's voice was sharp. "No violence when your not in the danger room."

"Faine." She let go of Jean's hair and went back to brooding.

Linda almost jumped for joy as she recognized the voice. It meant that the professor was home. She rushed towards the door. "Professor may I talk to you in private please?" Her tone held the slightest amount of pleading and the professor knew it was probably serious.

"All right Linda come into my office."

"Actually I was wondering if we could do it in my bedroom. I've kinda got something to show you." When the professor nodded Linda grinned and thanked him profusely.

"Logan I'm going to talk to Linda about something. Can you finish unpacking?"

"Sure Chuck." When Jean heard this she became almost frantic and jumped up suddenly.

"Professor I need to talk to you about something too."

"All right Jean after I talk with Linda." The professor wheeled himself to the elevator and

smiled at Linda as she took her place beside him.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" He asked.

"Well I'm seeing someone and I want you to know before anyone else told you." Linda nervously played with her fingers.

"That's quite all right Linda."

"It's not just that Professor. It's more of a who am I seeing." At the professor's look she let out the breath she had been holding. They had reached her door.

Linda opened it and the professor gasped. The room was a complete mess pictures everywhere. But John was no where to be seen.