Logan Howlett was not one to follow orders. He learned his "let the world burn" attitude from his older brother. And while Logan had learned to temper it, Victor had not.

Victor, it seemed, had a knack for convenience. Conveniently showing up in time to walk Lola to class. Conveniently the only one available to find her hiding places when the little feral needed quiet. Conveniently in the danger room at varying times of the early morning when Lola couldn't sleep or had been instructed by a teacher to get some extra training in. And while every single concerned party knew what he was doing, there was no concrete proof and so there wasn't a damn thing they could do about it.

Their one comfort was that he had yet to touch her. Never once did he initiate physical contact. And despite their best efforts to catch him, neither Jean nor Scott ever managed to come up with any evidence as to why he should not be allowed around the adolescent. Despite their protests, the Professor maintained the only reason he wasn't allowed to be with her was because of Sabretooth's reputation.

Because of said reputation (or perhaps in spite of it), Victor Creed was the very picture of propriety when it came to Lolita O'Connell. Not so much as one hair on her head was moved by him. In fact, the only thing that showed he had any special regard for the girl was the nickname he had christened her with: Cat. A play, no doubt on her middle name, Catherine but a nickname none the less. After a month of rather boring behavior, (which was suspicious, according to Scott, because when was a Mercenary boring?) Hank suggested leaving well enough alone for the time being. And as Storm helpfully pointed out, it might be useful to have Creed on their side. The professor agreed. And so Victor got exactly what he wanted: nothing. Nothing done, no suspicions and no eyes on him any longer (at least when it came to his relationship with Cat).

Unfortunately, being no longer preoccupied with the Creed predicament (as it had been called) Jean had plenty of time on her hands to fix her sights back on the original problem. Scott was a sweetheart but he he had always been overly fond of The Rogue for reasons she didn't quite know what to make of. He defended her like a father, was as protective as an older brother and oddly moody when Rogue chose to ignore him. As for Jean herself, Kitty's story made perfect sense. She and Logan had always enjoyed a flirtatious relationship and yet in recent years he'd spoken less and less to her. Now, she knew why. He'd been bedding Rogue right under everyone's noses.

An interesting situation, to be sure and one that required her full attention no doubt. She told herself it was because Scott was right, Rogue's innocence had been taken and who knew what damage the girl's psyche had received? In reality though, Jean Grey's pride had been deeply wounded. To have the lust and admiration of the Wolverine was one thing, but to hold it steadily was quite another and something she had managed to do for years. Rogue, to put it bluntly and stepped into her territory and she had no intention of giving it up. Therefore something had to be done.

She knew the couple was fiercely loyal to each other, however Jean also knew how insecure Rogue was. It wouldn't take much, the pair was already in the midst of a rocky situation. If she played her cards right, Rogue would have no choice but to see that The Wolverine never changed. And in one fail swoop she would take back her power while "helping" a student at the

same time.

"Logan! I was hoping to find you, I need your help."

Sauntering around the island of the main kitchen, Jean sat primly on one of the stools and slid a pie over. The glance her thigh received as she folded one leg over the other did not escape her notice.

"What's up red?"

"I know your senses allow you to have exceptional taste. You can pick up the.. flavor. Of just about anything, right?"

He shrugged.

"Yeah I guess. Listen I'm supposed to meet Marie-"

"It'll just take a minute I promise."

He arched an eyebrow but leaned against the countertop.

"I was hoping you could tell me if this would be too sweet for ferals? It's a recipe one of the students proposed for the spring fling." Internally she smiled, her telepathy told her Rogue wasn't far off now.

"Sure, I can do that." He reached for a fork and she put a hand on his chest.

"Allow me. After all, you're the one doing me the favor right?" She cut a slice and forked up a mouthful, nearly dropping it in the process. She just managed to catch it with her fingers though and sighed.

"Sorry. I can get some more.. or you could eat it off my fingers if you wanted."

"I'm not really a guy who wastes pie." He chuckled to himself and took the offered bite, fangs scraping delicately over skin to get the crumbs. She shivered and he tilted his head curiously.

"I didn't know any better I'd say you were a little turned on just now Red."

"Perhaps, but it's really not a topic for polite company."

He shook his head.

"I'm not polite company. If you have an itch that needs scratching tell one-eye. Sure he's a pansy but you're his so he'd help you if you needed it. But if you don't tell him, he won't know. Unlike you he's no mind-reader."

She smiled shyly and inched a little closer.

"When did you get so relationship savvy Mr. Howlett?"

"I wouldn't call it savvy, exactly. Just common sense. Gotta tell us what you need."

"Could I… tell you. What I needed?" He frowned down at the manicured finger tracing patterns on his chest.

"If it relates to pie yes. Anything else, Scooter's your guy."

"I know." She smiled and wiped her hands neatly.

"I really do appreciate this. You're a nice guy, even if you pretend otherwise."

"Sure red."

She smiled up at him and without so much as blinking slid her arms around his neck and kissed him square on the mouth.

"What. The. Fuck."

Logan, (who'd already been pushing Jean off him) scrambled back even faster as Marie's voice came in through the doorway.

"Marie, this isn't-"

She held up a hand, inhaling silently. And then her eyes narrowed in on the red-headed doctor.

"So. Yah kissin mah mate."

A mixture of gold and brown swirled in her eyes while Jean shook her head.

"Yes. We kissed. I'm so sorry Marie-"

"Yah kissed. Mah mate."

" We- I couldn't help it-"

"Marie I did NOT kiss her-"

"He was licking my fingers and you know our history-"

"She set me up!"

"I'm sorry you had to see what sort of-"

"Ah know sugah."

Both Logan and Jean stopped talking, staring in surprise.

"You.. you do?" She nodded at her mate and tapped her nose.

"Ah got more than a potty mouth from yah sugah."

He nodded, relieved while Jean took a step back.

"I recognize how upset you must be. But I was only trying to show you-"

"What a hussy yah are?"

Marie smiled coldly and took another step forward, standing toe to toe with the doctor.

"Marie-"

"Ah see ah'm gonna have tah educate yah. See, mate means MINE. Logan. Is. Mine. The Wolverine. Is. Mine."

"Yes I know but-"

She shook her head sadly.

"Oh red. Yah think yah know. But yah don't, not really. When ah say he's mine? Ah mean he belongs tah meh. Body, heart and soul. And ah tah him. And yah little ploys, yah sexy heels and sexy outfits don't change that. If he decided he wanted a bit of fun, he might bed yah a few times. But guess what sweetie? He's gonna come home tah meh every time. Yah nothin but a toy, a distraction when he couldn't have meh. And now? Now yah just sad. And ah'm about tah make it a lot worse." Speech finished Marie picked up the berry pie and smashed it into Jean's face, whip cream and all. The older woman gasped, inhaling fruit and cream and coughing on it.

"Did you just slap me in the face with a pie!?"

"Ah sure did. Keep yah slutty manipulative little claws outta mah man yah red-haired bitch. And the name is Rogue."

Jean still sputtering, Marie pushed past her and took Logan's face into her hands.

"Just so yah don't forget. Yah watching Red?" She then proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of one Logan Howlett, tongue included and then strolled with him out of the room.

"Darlin' that was… You… damn."

"Ah know." She answered coolly and then continued to walk on as though nothing had happened.

So. That just happened.

AND IT WAS FRIGGEN AWESOME! MWUAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAA!

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