Extra little chappie for you guys! Just so you know, this story has been finished for quite a while. Like.. Months. I just forgot to upload the chapters. Here's a oneshot of Christmas for you guys!

The white object slowly fell apart.

"Shoot, there goes another one!" she groaned, tossing it across the table. The German Shepherd pup happily jumped up and licked it, then chewed it up.

Rogue looked over at her, then silently continued to string popcorn, snickering to herself.

Logan laughed. "You sure you-"

Felicity shook her head. "I got it, I got it, don't worry." She looked fully determined to string as much popcorn on the thread as she possibly could. So far, she had a full four inches of string filled with popcorn, whereas Rogue and Kitty had well over a foot each.

If Delilah wasn't right below her, then she might have been able to get another inch of popcorn on that damn string.

"Do you want me to pop some more, or are you good with what you have?"

Felicity paused for a few seconds. "... Yeah, you can pop some more. I'm going to take a break." She sighed and got up. It made her a little angry at herself that Delilah had eaten more broken popcorn pieces than there were pieces of full popcorn on the string.

He raised an eyebrow. "You alright?" he asked, pouring some popcorn kernels into a pan with no butter. It would be a waste, in his eyes, to put butter and salt on popcorn that wasn't meant for eating anyway. "You seem-"

"Frustrated? Oh yeah, definitely." She rubbed the palms of her hands against her jeans.

"What's wrong?"

Felicity threw her hands up aimlessly. "I can't even put a needle through the soft part of popcorn without it breaking! I've gotten a good one percent of what I need in order for it to make the tree look good."

He sighed softly and wrapped an arm around her small waist, pulling her close. "Hey now, don't act like that. Anger doesn't look good on you."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not angry, I'm just..."

"Angry?"

"Yeah," she mumbled. Her arms didn't wrap around him like she usually did, even when she was upset.

He kissed her temple gently. "What do you want?"

Felicity looked up at him carefully. "I want to be able to easily string popcorn... Can you make that happen?"

"No, but you can. Popcorn kernels are organic. Don't you know?"

She almost slapped herself on the forehead. How come she hadn't thought of that? "... Sometimes, I wonder if I'm actually a teacher."

Logan grinned brightly. "Sexy teacher. Sometimes forgetful, though."

Delilah barked loudly.

A good half hour later, Felicity had successfully strung five feet of popcorn on a thread without breaking more than fifteen pieces. She looked very proud of herself, and Logan looked even more proud. She was in a much better mood.

"That's some pretty good looking popcorn," he commented, taking out some cocoa powder from the tallest cupboard.

She pouted. "That's where you put the cocoa? No wonder I could never find it!"

He winked. "I had to put it somewhere you couldn't reach. How about we do the cookies, then make the fudge as the cookies bake?"

"Just as long as you don't forget about the cookies when we're making the fudge."

Logan laughed again, running a hand through his hair to spike it up again. "Fine, fine."

Felicity took out a large bowl from the fridge. It was heaping full of cookie dough, over fifteen pounds of the dough. "You sure we made enough?"

"I'm sure." He gave her a big double thumbs up.

"Call the other kids in then, Rogue," Felicity told the girl. "Please," she added after a few seconds, almost forgetting to.

Rogue walked out of the room, then her yells rang through the large mansion. Just seconds later, Felicity heard footsteps running from all corners of the mansion. Lighter footsteps, heavier footsteps, and she even heard the near silent sound of a wheelchair rolling.

Soon enough, the room was filled with over thirty people. Students and teachers alike.

Felicity smiled as she watched the table fill with students, some of the teachers were standing, and then the Professor was also sitting on the end near Ororo and Scott. Everybody was dressed in comfy clothing, and their tops were all something Christmas-y. Christmas sweaters, a few of the younger girls had matching bows in their hair. Even some of the boys had red and green glitter in their hair.

Kitty laughed, whispering to Felicity, "Like the glitter?"

She laughed and nodded. "Yeah. Was that you?"

The younger girl nodded with a grin. "They have no clue."

Felicity internally imagined Logan with red and green glitter in his hair. She had to admit, that wasn't such a bad idea. He would look good in almost anything. At least, to her he would.

Logan looked over at Felicity and silently shook his head, though it didn't hide that trace of a smile on his lips.

The big bowl of dough was passed around to everybody. They were all allowed a small ball of dough, and if they wanted to have more, they were paired up with someone else. That way, they could combine the dough and make double the amount of cookies. Either way, they'd make the same amount of cookies, but some of the kids didn't realize that.

Even the Professor had a small ball of dough, though Felicity saw him secretly take more than the other kids. She just didn't say anything about it, internally snickering.

Next, the bag of cookie cutters were passed around. For each section of the table, there were five people. Those five people were allowed five cookie cutters. A bell, a star, a Christmas tree, a Santa Claus, and a reindeer. It was more organized than it really needed to be.

"Only five? How many cookie cutters do we have?" one of the younger boys complained, crossing his arms.

Felicity looked at Logan for help, but he held up his hands. Kids weren't his thing. She sighed and looked back down at the boy. "We have five cookie cutters for each section. That's it."

He threw his hands up. "That's it?"

"That's it. If you want to make cookies, that's all you get. Five, or nothing."

The boy seemed to consider this for a few seconds, then he groaned loudly. "Fine! Five cutters!"

She internally smiled. 'One catastrophe averted,' she told herself.

Minutes later, she looked across the table. Everybody was happily rolling out the cookie dough with the rollers, and cutting into the dough. There was flour flying every which way, all the Christmas sweaters looking full of snow, and the air was foggy, but nobody seemed to mind. Just to add to everything, Felicity turned on some happy Christmas music on her favorite station.

Nobody was in a foul mood. Everyone seemed to be so happy. Especially the little German Shepherd, Delilah, secretly stealing unbaked cookies from the pile Kitty was making under the table.