God It's another Logan

Disclaimers: I don't own the x-men or any of it's characters. Please don't sue my fiction is not worth it.

Authors note: As of this chapter and everyone after it things are going to get down right weird. So remember I warned you.

The big blue furry man stood before the cuddling couple.

"If you don't mind my I sit here?" Asked Hand sitting between Mort and WildCat.

"No," Said WildCat sarcastically. "It's not like I was trying to cuddle with my boyfriend or anything."

"Oh well good," Said Hank settling in between two as he grabbed the TV with his feet. "So tell me Ms. Johnson are you excited about the fall festival?"

"Thrilled." She rolled her eyes and made kissing motions toward Mort.

"Enough." Said Hank as he channel surfed with his feet.

"Great," Said Mort "Toe jam on the remote."

"Why do you want it?" Asked Hank playfully.

"Not any more." Said Toad throwing popcorn in Hank's fur.

"Hey Dr. McCoy what'cha gonna be for Halloween?" Asked WildCat as she tried to reach around the blue behemoth of a man to reach Mort's hand.

"King Kong?" Suggested Wolverine from the recliner.

WildCat and Toad snickered.

"More like Mr. Hyde." Said Hank throwing popcorn at Wolverine with his feet.

"What about you kid," Asked Wolverine pointing at WildCat. "What are you going to be?"

"A belly dancer." She said winking at Mort.

"And you Mr. Tonybee. What are you going to be?" Asked Hank as he switched feet.

"I don't know may be an Arab Sheik." He said winking back at WildCat.

"No funny business." Said Hank assuring himself that there was a safe distance between Mort and Logan.

"Kill joy." Replied Mort.

"My internal clock is going tick, tick, tick." She looked over at Hank and laughed. "Sorry I had to do it."

"Yes I'm very humored." Said Hank as he assured himself once more of the distance between the enamoured couple.

"Hey, Wolverine," Said Toad. "I heard that you had t' watch the little kiddies come the fall festival. So tell us all what are you gunna be?"

Scott passed by as Toad asked this.

"A horse's ass." Said Scott smugly as he passed an angry Wolverine.

"Well it sure beats goin' as a pansy." Replied Mr. Logan coolly.

"Hey Mr. Summers," Said WildCat. "I got a propostion for you."

Scott seemed annoyed.

"What could you possibly say or do that would interest me?" He asked snobbishly.

"A race," She said as she coolly ran her fingers across the couch. "For pink slips on any car me and my boys want. And if that's too much to comprehend let me put it to you this way. You loose you give up four of your cars. If I loose though well I'm at your mercy."

"Bull shit." Said Scott. "You're playing with fire. Don't challenge me."

"Pussy." Said Wolverine egging the flustered man on.

"Fine, but if you lose you have fail both my algebra three and auto shop class," A cruel smile reached his lips. "Got it?"

"You're on Shades." Said WildCat as she went to shake his hand. "Seal the deal."

They shook hands.

"When do we race?" Asked Summers as he gripped her hand tightly.

"Halloween Night at tweleve a.m.," She said looking defiantly into his eyes. "Unless there's a problem with it."

"I'll be there." Scott said as he left.

"Are you crazy?" Said Toad as he tried to look around Hank to see her. "The car's barely half finished!"

"Don't worry suga'," Said WildCat as she propped her feet on the table. "The car will be ready."

The day passed on quite uneventfully after the confrontation. Pete would occasionally come up and whisper something in WildCat's ear, but no one thought anything of it. Later on WildCat Toad and Colossus were seen going into the art room. Pete and Mort came out about two hours later looking quite red. WildCat just smiled and slinked up to her room.

Quickly the evening turned into night. Dinner was just as uneventful as lunch. Wolverine and WildCat played foose-ball then everyone went to bed. WildCat couldn't sleep, her feral instincts were keeping her up, so she put her black bathrobe on and went outside. Mort couldn't sleep so he went to the window and tried to look at the moon. Unfortunately he was very farsighted so he had to put his goggles on. Everything was a lot clearer now. Moon light filled his eyes when he noticed something moving below. It was WildCat. He looked at her curiously. She stood there for a moment then removed her robe. She was stark naked. Toad tried desperately not to stare, but he couldn't help it. Suddenly she dropped to all fours and started running like some sort of a wild animal. Her body took the form of some sort of lioness, then a cheetah, then a jaguar, a panther, and finally her self. Mort couldn't believe his eyes. He ran out of the dorm and headed towards Wolverine's room.

When Mort got to Logan's room he could hear the tv running, so he found no problem in knocking.

"Awright awright, I'm comin' I'm comin'," He opened the door. "Frog boy, what do you want?"

"Mr. Logan I don't quite how t' say it," He took a large breath. "But WildCat's runnin' around the grounds in her birthday suit."

"What," Exclaimed Logan rather loudly as he dragged Mort into his room. "How do you know?"

"I couldn't sleep so I went to th' window t' go look out side, I couldn't see so well so I go me goggles and when I put 'em on I saw WildCat standin' there in her bathrobe. She took it off and well she was naked, then she dropped to all fours and started turnin' into all sorts of wildcats. and..."

Logan cut him off.

"C'mon Frog boy," Said Logan as he grabbed a couple of flashlights and his jacket. "We got ourselves a WildCat to catch."

As Logan and Toad crept through the halls Logan began to think.

Sure I'm animal like, but would I go so far that I would run naked through the woods? Wait, I've done it before yes, but I guess I can't begrudge her of it. We all need to let ourselves go sometimes, but at a school. Good Lord I sound like a parent.

His train of thought was broken as they reached the front door.

"She may be a bit wild and ready to fight," Said Logan solemnly. "So if she confronts you fight to disable her not kill her. Got it?"

Toad nodded then they exited the mansion.