I don't own nothin'. It would be so cool to have Stan Lee as a granddaddy, uncle, fifth cousin twice removed on your aunt's side. Just a thought.

Currently, Rogue was experiencing that lovely place between sleeping and consciousness as she lay in the luxurious bed. She knew she should probably get up. She was supposed to be doing…something. She couldn't remember. Eh, must not have been important. Just as she decided to embrace sleep's beautiful call, she heard,

BAMF,

And promptly sat up in bed, gun already trained on the intruding boy in the center of the room. The blue intruding boy. With fur. And a tail.

"Whoa! Don't shoot!" he yelped and held up his hands that she couldn't help but notice had three fingers.

"Who are you?"

"Kurt Wagner. Sorry about scaring you like that and 'porting into your room. I didn't know anyone was in here," he smiled apologetically and Rogue caught a glimpse of sharp canines.

She took the gun off him but still had it in hand and stood up from the bed, taking two steps toward him.

"'Ported? As in teleported?"

"Ja! Exactly that. Check it out!"

BAMF

Kurt disappeared in a puff of smoke and

BAMF

Reappeared right next to Rogue who gagged and coughed on his smoke.

"Oh man! That is nasty."

"Sorry. That happens," he scratched the back of his head.

Rogue glanced at him and noticed his dejected look.

"Don't worry 'bout it. It's just somethin' that's a part of your powers," she tossed the gun on the bed and looked back at him. "If you were doin' it on purpose, then we would have problems," she smiled a bit at him.

"Danke," he smiled back.

"Now get out of my room."

"Ja verpassen," he saluted and 'ported out, leaving another noxious cloud behind.

Rogue rolled her eyes glanced at the clock on the bed side table. It read 8:13 a.m.

"Oops."

Obviously, she overslept. Oh, well. Maybe she didn't get her makeup, but she did get a good night's sleep with absolutely no nightmares and felt pretty good despite her wake up call. Rogue looked around the room for her bags. She found one of them buried under the some of the blankets at the foot of the bed and it seemed she'd used the other as a pillow. After rooting around for her necessities, she left her room, headed for the bathroom. Just as she opened her door, Logan came out of Wade's room.

"Mornin', darlin'."

"Mornin'. How come ya didn't wake me up yesterday?"

He shrugged.

"Wade went in and tried. Then he came out with a cut in his shirt and said that it would be best if we let you sleep. I think that girl got you some stuff anyway."

"I'll check later. Did ya talk to the professor again?"

"Yep."

She arched a brow.

"And?"

"And I'll tell ya and Wade after you showered and I find him."

"You lost Wade?"

"I didn't lose him. You say that like it's my job to watch him."

"Uh, 'cuz it is. Ya know that boy needs a keeper."

He grunted and walked away, leaving Rogue to handle her business. He had trailed Wade's scent back to his room and noticed his uniform missing. Now he was following it back down the stairs and to his left, down the hall and stopped in front of the elevator. He pressed the button, calling it up. Just as it opened, two of the students came barreling around the corner but stopped when they saw him.

He glanced at them, sizing them up, for no other reason than it was ingrained to do so at this point. The boy on the left was average height with no muscle bulk to brag about, dirty blond hair, blue eyes. The boy on the right though was obviously of some Hispanic descent judging from his dark skin and hair and bright brown eyes. Both of them were wearing black uniforms with yellow boots, gloves, and belt with a red X. He and Wade had been introduced last night at dinner. Didn't mean he remembered their names though.

"Hey, mister, um" Bright Eyes addressed him.

"Just Logan." They glanced at each other when he offered nothing else.

"So you're the new instructor?" Blondie this time.

"That's the deal," he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for one of the lower levels, but held the door open.

"Were you two comin'?"

The boys walked in and situated themselves inside. They rode in silence until,

"I'm Bobby Drake, by the way," Blondie identified himself.

"Uh, yeah, and I'm Roberto de Costa," Bright Eyes held out his hand. Logan glanced at it with a quirked eyebrow then gripped it. And forced himself not to laugh when the kid winced. He let go and the kid tried to subtly soothe his hand. Bobby smirked.

"Are you going to be running this exercise?" Bobby asked him.

"Not today."

The doors opened and Roberto hustled down the metal corridor and around the corner. Bobby walked a few paces behind Logan. Logan went the opposite way.

"Are you looking for something?"
He grunted and stopped in front of a huge metal door.

"That's the Danger Room. Oh, but there's a session going on right now. Man, why would Scott call us down here if it was being used? Well, we can go watch what's going on from the control room," the kid turned and walked away.

Logan followed. He knew Wade was in there, but there wasn't any apparent way to get into the room short of cutting a hole in it. A short elevator ride later, they were in the occupied control room. Magma, Nightcrawler, Shadowcat, and Angel were standing and seated inside.

"Yo, what's going on?" Bobby called to him as he stood in front of the viewing glass.

No one turned around, obviously not wanting to miss whatever was happening.

"See for yourself," Angel told them and moved over from in front of the screen so they could see.

Logan smacked his hand to his head and dragged it down.

Deadpool was on screen, and, what from Logan could tell, gleefully slapping the snot out of some kid with brown hair and red visors.

"Oh, ouch," Shadowcat muttered when Deadpool's hand shot out to the boy's face, knocking him flat on his back.

"Poor Scott," said Magma.

Nightcrawler said nothing as he sat and loudly munched his popcorn, eyes fixed on the screen.

Down in the Danger Room

"Hello! I slapped you! What are you going to do about it?" Deadpool taunted the teen. And getting a kick out of it, too. Yes, it was completely immature and jerkish, but he wasn't known for his maturity and nice ways.

If the kid hadn't gotten too big for his britches, what with all his bragging, and not challenged Deadpool, he wouldn't be getting slapped around like a whore. He looked at the kid and almost felt bad.

"Well?"

The kid stared at him. Or rather, Deadpool assumed he was staring at him. Couldn't really tell with the visor. He feinted at him and the kid flinched.

"This is pathetic."

So saying, he proceeded to slap the boy silly. In less than two minutes, he was on the ground.

"You're going to want to stay down," Deadpool told the panting youth. He turned and walked towards the doors. He stood up and tried to sneak up on Deadpool. Without breaking stride, Deadpool turned, picked him up by the throat, and choke slammed him.

"I said stay down."

Cyclops did not move.

"I'm going to walk away now. Because this, is over. And you are going to stay there. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

Deadpool cupped a hand at his ear.

"I can't hear you say 'Yes, sir'!" (drill sergeant thing)

"Yes, sir," he ground out.

"Eh, it'll do," Deadpool looked up at the control booth.

"Do you guys have chimichangas here?"

After Logan had hauled Deadpool out of the Danger Room, he brought him to Rogue's room for their talk.

"So we're stayin'?" Rogue asked from her chair, now dressed in a fresh, if slightly wrinkled, set of clothes.

"But for how long?" Wade mused, sprawled on the floor with his mask hanging from around his neck.

"As long as we want. In the meantime, I'll be workin' for Charles 'round here with the kids," Logan told them from where he leaned against the wall next to the window.

Wade snorted.

"What?"

"These kids are way too soft."

"Well, that's what Daddy's gonna work on."

"And Wade."

He burst out laughing.

Rogue smiled.

"So they have to do everything I say?" he chuckled.

"Poor, unfortunate souls."

Logan smirked and looked at Rogue.

"And you'll be attendin' school once spring break's over."

She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, yeah. I been meanin' to ask y'all. When were you gonna tell me they blew up our house?" she tilted her head and narrowed her eyes as she spoke.

Logan held up his hands.

"Don't give me that look. I thought Wade told you. Honest, Stripes."

She turned her glare on Wade who was looking the other way. Rogue got up, walked to his head, and knelt down next to him. He had his eyes closed.

"Uncle Wade."

"I'm sorry. Wade isn't available right now, but if you would like to leave a non-painful message, he'll be sure to get back to you."

She lightly smacked him on the head.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He opened his eyes.

"You hardly needed any more stress. And you females obsess over the weirdest things."

Rogue and Logan both arched an eyebrow. They weren't even going to go there. She shrugged.

"I got the important stuff."

She looked at both of them.

"I don't appreciate bein' left in the dark though. Despite what you two think, I can handle a lot more than y'all give me credit for."

"You shouldn't have to though," Logan told her.

She sighed.

"Yeah, yeah. I love y'all too."

She stood up and opened the door.

"I'm gonna go see if Betsy's offer is still open."

"Eat something before you go," Wade called.

She waved a hand and shut the door.

"'Eat something before you go'," Wade mocked himself. "When did I become a mom?" he asked in disbelief.

Logan pushed himself off the wall and stepped over Wade.

"I reckon 'bout the time you started goin' to the store and buyin' her feminine products," he told him with a smirk and shut the door just as a knife landed where his head had been.

A/N: I noticed something. In the first chapters, I'm a little bit more descriptive. Now I'm not. Also, I don't have any analogies or similes or any of that stuff from literature class. Also I'm not describing them to you anymore. You should know what they look like. What? I told you I'm lazy.

Is anyone confused about Rogue's powers? And yes, she does sleep with a gun under her pillow and a knife. But really, that's a bad idea. Y'all shouldn't try that. Seriously. Don't do it. I don't think I introduced Kurt very well. Who else do we want to see in this story? Lemme know.

Live4lovexoxo: suggestion #1: You know how I was all 'NO!' before? Yeah, well now I don't know. it's an interesting idea but I didn't wanna go there and now I might be goin' somewhere totally different than where I thought. It could happen, it might not. I don't even know. I don't EVEN KNOW! I appreciate it though.

For my other story, 'Scenes from a Rogue Life', I'd be obliged for story ideas.

Y'all know how Logan gives everybody a nick name? I probably gonna need help with that. Betsy? Wade? Well, no, he can be Schitzo. Everybody else though. I still need pranks.

Thank yous to everyone who review and favorite this story and 'Adventures in Disney'. Isn't that a great title? Review, people. Hate or Love or Like or Don't Care

Random for YOU: It really annoys me when people write or quote John 3:16 wrong. "For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son( they usually stop here) that whosoever believeth on Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." It ain't that long. That just bothers me.