Scott Summers was walking by Professor Xavier's empty office when the telephone rang. He quickly entered the room and answered the call.

"Do I accept collect call charges from Logan?"

Scott smirked. He opened his mouth to refuse when Jean walked in and grabbed the phone from him.

"We accept the charges," she told the operator. "Hey Logan. What's up?"

"Whoa. slow down. Say that again?"

"What does he want?" Scott whispered.

Jean shushed him and went back to the phone. "All right. I'll talk to the professor. What's the number of the phone you're on?"

She hurriedly scribbled something on a scrap of paper and said, "Okay. We'll call you back on that number. Stay by the phone. Got any messages for anyone while you're on the line?"

She smiled. "Okay, I'll let Rogue know you said 'hey.'"

She almost dropped the phone and tried to cover a snicker. "I can't tell him that!"

"Tell me what? What's he saying about me?" Scott yelled as he tried to grab the phone away from her.

Jean held him in place using her telekinesis, and finished her conversation with Logan. "Just stay by the phone. I'll talk to the professor and we'll get back to you right away. Bye."

She hung up the phone and released Scott from his telekinetic hold.

Jean grabbed the scrap piece of paper, and left the room to find the professor with Scott following her.

"What did he say about me?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"You're lying," he accused. "What did he say?"

"How do you know he was talking about you? He could have been talking about the professor, or Bobby, or Magneto or something," Jean protested as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Because I'm the one he thinks is a dick, remember?"

She giggled.

"That's what he told you to say isn't it? That I was a dick, right?" Scott said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jean wouldn't answer him as she continued down the hall.

"Do you always call your friends dicks?" Glow asked him as he hung up the phone.

"Only this one. But that's because he is," Wolverine half-smiled at her.

"So what now?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest and sliding down the brick wall of the shopping center to sit on the concrete. Folding her legs into Indian style, she tilted her head back against the wall and looked up at him.

"We wait for them to call back. Shouldn't take too long. Chuck will be pretty fast about answering."

He lowered himself down and sat next to her, resting his hands on his knees.

"Chuck's the boss man then?" she observed. At his nod she asked, "Who's Rogue? And Jean? Girlfriends of yours?"

"Na," Wolverine answered, looking out into the parking lot and staring at his bike. "Jean's with the dick and Rogue's a kid I promised to look out for."

"Oh."

He looked at her sharply, unsure of how to take her tone. He was about to talk when the phone rang. Wolverine stood up and answered it.

"Hey. Yeah. I think I may have something here. I've got a." he glanced down at Glow quickly. "A friend who can help, but we need access to a powerful computer and some time."

He paused as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line. "Do you think you could pick us up? It'd save old Cyclops some mileage."

Glow looked from him to the bike with an odd smile on her face.

"Okay. We'll meet you back at the compound then. You've got room enough to land behind the building. Bye Chuck."

He hung up the phone and looked down at her.

"That's not your bike is it?" she asked.

"Naw, belongs to the dick," he said as he helped her to her feet.

"What's this about us being picked up?" Glow asked, pushing her orange hair out of her face.

"My friends are going to pick us up in their jet. We've got to get back to the F.T.L. compound though. That's the pick-up point."

"Swanky," she said. "I need to call my friends and let them know I'm going to be away for a while. Give me a sec or two."

He nodded and turned his back to her and the phone.

She slipped a quarter into the phone and dialed. After waiting a heartbeat she spoke. "Hey Mike. 'Rory there?"

"Hey 'Rory."

She paused.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Listen I'm going to be out of town for a few days. or longer."

She pulled the phone back from her ear and winced. Wolverine turned and rose an eyebrow at some of the language he heard coming out of the receiver. When the tirade on the other end died down, Glow put the phone back to her ear. "Calm down 'Rory. I'm just going to the place of some guy I met last night."

She held the phone away from her ear in expectation of another outburst and was mildly surprised when none followed. She put the phone back and listened. "We met last night in a bar and slept out under the stars."

She decided to bait both Wolverine and 'Rory. "And don't worry 'Rory, the one thing I've got in spades is protection."

She chuckled as the back of his neck turned red with embarrassment. "I'll call when I get there. This could be the answer to what we've been looking for. Bye Auroara, and tell Mez to be in touch."

She hung up the phone. "Well, are we going or not?"

"Yeah, we're going," he said, then strode off to the bike.

They climbed back on and pealed out of the parking lot and back down the highway once more.

Wolverine watched her pace back and forth over the old sidewalk behind the complex's main lab. Full of nervous energy, Glow walked with her hands behind her back and her eyes on the ground, kicking pebbles out of her way. He sat on the bike sideways with his hands stuck in his jeans pockets.

"Will you stand still?" he ordered. "You're gonna dig a furrow in the ground if you keep walkin' over the same plot of land."

She stopped long enough to half-growl at him then resumed her pacing. "What's it to you?"

"We're just being picked up by some friends of mine. There's nothing to be nervous about."

"Not for you, they're your friends," Glow said, then halted a few steps from him and put her hands on her hips. "You, Mr. Unshaven, have friends with computer mainframes and private jets! Tell me you wouldn't be nervous if the situation was the other way around."

He was quiet for a moment as he thought. "All right. I'll give you that."

She opened her mouth to gloat when a sudden powerful wind struck up.

They both looked to the sky and saw a mid-sized black jet hovering above them. Slowly but surely the jet lowered itself until it touched down gently.

*Humph* "The last landing he did wasn't that easy." Wolverine grunted. "Wow. That's some private jet," Glow half-whispered in awe. "Just one question."

"Yeah?"

"How much Star Trek do these friends of your watch exactly?"

He glared at her for a second. She smiled and gave him a friendly punch in the side to show she was joking. He couldn't look at her and keep a straight face.

Jean and Storm stepped out of the Blackbird to see Logan laughing with an orange-haired woman.

"Logan?" Jean asked, glancing at Storm with an odd smile on her face.

"Hey Red," Logan shouldered his pack, put up the kickstand on the bike, and began to wheel it towards the ramp. "I'd like you to meet a new acquaintance of mine. This is Glow."

He stopped at the two women and turned back to Glow, who'd been following a few wary paces behind. "Glow this is Storm, or Ororo Munroe and Red over here is Dr. Jean Grey."

She offered her hand to the women in the order they'd been introduced. "Glow's what everyone knows me by. You can call me Sara, though, if you feel like it. I answer to both equally well."

"Nice to meet you Sara," Jean said while shaking her hand. "I hope we'll get a chance to talk. I'm primarily the one who's going to be helping you go over the data Logan says you've collected."

"Right," Glow said, pushing her sunglasses on to the top of her head, revealing her neon-orange eyes. Jean and Storm were taken aback for only a second. They'd seen stranger mutations before after all. "I don't want to be rude, but are we going anywhere, or are we just going to stand here and stare at each other?"

"Oh, sorry, of course. Logan, get the bike on and Storm will help you secure it in the back," Jean motioned over her shoulder. Logan followed Storm up the ramp, wheeling the bike inside the Blackbird. "If you'll follow me Sara?"

Glow and Jean walked up the ramp and it closed behind them. Jean pointed to a seat on the edge of the aisle two rows behind the pilot -a red- haired man with strange goggles on. Glow took the seat indicated and fastened her belt.

"This is Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops," Jean introduced him, as Logan and Storm came back up from the hold and sat down.

"Nice to meet you," Glow said.

"Likewise," he answered flatly.

Logan had taken the seat across the aisle from her. She leaned over and whispered to him, "So these are the teachers of the school you were talking about? The one for people like us?"

"For mutants you mean?" Scott piped in.

"Sorry. I didn't know what word you thought was politically correct," She turned her head in surprise and then leaned back to Logan. "He's the dick, right?"

"I heard that," Scott stated.

Logan just started laughing as the Blackbird lifted off.