This is just a short one, and really has nothing to do with the story, but the mental picture it gave me was just too beautiful to pass up. I had to share. So here it is folks, Logan in ballet class. You did ask for it Equus. See what happens when you ask?

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Logan peeked around his door to see if anyone was watching. According to the clock in his room, Reagan's first dance class started five minutes ago. He was supposed to be in there with all of the other X-Men, but there was no way anyone was getting him in some pansy ballet class, or whatever it was they called it. Acro or some junk like that. Stretching. Huh. He didn't need any stretching. He could touch his toes just fine thank you. He stretched enough in his martial arts practices. No sissy dance classes for him, no sir.

Logan continued to repeat this and several other mantras through his mind for the next ten minutes. He figured that if no one had noticed his absence by fifteen minutes into the class he could get away just fine. He was just starting to inch out the door when he smelled something that didn't belong in his hallway. Perfume. Jean's perfume. And 'Ro's and that smelly stuff One Eye wore. Reagan had stopped wearing perfume after that fateful day in Colorado. But he knew she would be there too. They were after him. He knew it. And he had no way out.

Hurriedly he looked around the room for someplace to hide, for the first time cursing his nearly Spartan room. His closet was too small and would be the first place they'd look anyway. So... it was under the bed, he decided. At least it would be know that he had been dragged kicking and screaming out of his. room.

Seconds after he had pulled himself under, he heard them enter the room. They stopped as one and Logan heard Regan say, "Logan, you're late for class. The Professor says that it's mandatory. And if you won't come on your own, we're prepared to use brute force to take you whether you like it or not. Oh, and your foot is sticking out."

He didn't move, but he could hear Reagan sigh. "All right, you asked for it." She said. "Get him out Jeanie."

The bed began to shake and it slid away from him. He tried to roll with it, but that wasn't happening either. He felt himself being tugged out away from the wall and into the air. His claws weren't working either. Not that they would do him a lot of good since he couldn't grab a hold of anything. Somehow Jean was keeping them in his hands. She probably didn't want him shredding the professor's nice carpet, he thought sourly.

The group of five trudged down the hall to the elevator, which they took to the first floor, where a room had been made into a studio for Reagan's classes. Logan didn't even have the option of yelling bloody murder because Reagan had placed a gag in his mouth before they even exited his room. All he would do was glare at them, which he did, unceasingly. Several students stared wide-eyed as the group made their way down the stairway, to the first floor. They could have taken the elevator all the way down, but Reagan really did feel that Logan needed a little humiliation in his life.

Once in the studio Jean left Logan floating just above the floor and she silently followed Reagan to a cabinet. They pulled out a large pink tutu and bodice, ballet slippers, and the crowning glory, a tiara. Once they had Logan outfitted, Ororo turned on the Sugarplum Fairy music from Nutcracker, and Reagan began to dance to it. Jean made sure that Logan followed her every move, like a drunken puppet bobbing around behind her, six inches above the ground. Scott made sure the camcorder was on and sat back to watch the show.

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When Logan's humiliation was complete, and the song ran down, the camcorder was turned off and the tape in it was hidden safely away. Reagan and her class walked out of the room and bolted the door. The four of them quickly ran from the first floor and dispersed into different parts of the house. Only then did Jean release Logan. Reagan positioned herself three floors above her studio, peered through the floors and gave a running commentary on Logan's exploits, as he attempted to rid himself of his ballerina costume and shredded the camcorder. Jean projected the images to Scott and 'Ro.

Somehow, he managed to miss the tiara as he slashed his way out of the costume and came tearing out of the studio with it still on. It took several minutes for him to see through his rage and actually realize what all of the students he ran into here howling about, before he ripped it off of his head and through it at one them.