Chapter 10 can you believe it? And no end in site. Muwa ha ha!

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Everyone had been settling in pretty well at the "cabin," so things were bound to get out of control sooner or later. All of the normalcy was just asking to be ripped to shreds by a good disaster. Or a good practical joke. The disaster and the practical joke had a tug of war. The practical joke won out.

That afternoon found Reagan, Rogue and Logan in one of the rooms serving as a girl's dormitory. Rogue and Reagan were trying, nearly in vain, to get Logan to help them with a little project of Rogue's. She was attempting to make a pink bunny suit for her home economics final and it was going to be a gag gift for one of the newest additions to the school. She and Reagan wanted Logan to model it for them so they could make sure it would bit Bunny when the time came.

It still amazed Reagan that mutants continued to show up at the door even with the entire Institute temporarily relocated to the boonies. It was like they had radar for it or something. Bunny had bounded into the front yard of the cabin a month before. Being only ten she was a lot younger than most of the rest of the kids, but they had accepted her like their little sister, even if she did look a lot like a white rabbit. That was why she had named herself Bunny. She was covered with white fur and her hair was white too. Being fond of wearing it in pigtails she stared to look like she had lop ears. And her eyes were red. Rather disconcerting until you got used to it. She stood Five feet four inches high. The exact same height as Logan and Reagan when they were full-grown. Needless to say she was going to be a bit tall when she grew up.

Logan had found himself pushed into the room by Reagan, it's important to know he was not under his own locomotion, but he stopped dead when he saw the pile of pink fuzzy material Rogue was holding out to him.

"Oh no." He said.

"Oh yes." Reagan replied, poking him in the chest. "You said you would help us. We need you to model it for us so we can take it in."

"Come ahn Logan. Ah'm makin' a bunny suit. For Bunny. Get it? Ha ha. A bunny suit for a little girl who practically is one? It's supposed to be a gag gift for her birthday next week. The girl's an' Ah thought it might help her feel like she belongs more, to be in on a joke with us. Besides, it's not like we're going to make you parade around in it or anything." Rogue shoved the fuzzy monstrosity in to his hands and propelled him towards the bathroom with it.

"So why does it have to be me to do this?" He stopped and turned to look at Reagan. "This doesn't have anything to do with me shorting you out the other day does it?" He asked suspiciously.

Logan had finally gotten his revenge. Reagan had been waiting to do a session with some of the younger kids when she found a bucket of water unceremoniously dumped over her head. Even in her anger, which usually fueled her electricity, she couldn't get a single spark until she had thoroughly dried out. The class had to be canceled, to the kids' delight. And squinting through the wall she had seen Logan on the other side, exiting the scene of the crime. Reagan bided her time.

She had to laugh once she actually thought about it though. None of them had know that water would have had such disastrous results on her gift, and propping a bucket of water on top of a door so it would fall on the first person who pushed it open was one of the oldest tricks in the book. Funny how Logan would choose that one. And it was even funnier to the kids who had their session canceled.

Anyway, back to our regularly scheduled programming. What was going on? Oh yes, Reagan was convincing Logan to try on the bunny suit.

"You're the right size." She explained to him.

"Hey wait a minute," he said, digging in his heels, "You're the right size too. Why don't you try it on?" Uh oh. He was catching on. She had to think quick.

"Rogue needs me to help with the pins," she explained, "and you don't know how to do it." He started to protest, but she cut him off. "And I don't trust you, in your inexperience, not to stick me. Besides, you might even do it on purpose."

Logan looked hurt, but when Reagan crossed her arms in front of her and got that obstinate look on her face he knew better than to mess with her. It had gotten him in trouble before. Between the look and Rogue's puppy dog eyes he was beaten. He reluctantly picked up the pile of pink fluff and trudged into the bathroom with it, defeated.

Reagan pulled her camera out of her pocket and hid it behind her as soon as the door closed. Rogue bumped her in the hip, "so," she asked, mischievous look firmly in place, "boxers of briefs?"

"What?!" Reagan was horrified at the very thought.

"Oh come ahn. We all know you can look through walls and doors and stuff. Don't tell me you never look."

"No." Reagan said quickly. Those are things I don't want to know. It would be a misuse of my powers, it'd be wrong. Not to mention scary."

There were several thumps, a small crash, a muffled angry voice and a couple of other sounds the girls couldn't place. Then the door, ever so slowly, swung open, and a pair of very pink bunny ears peeped out.

The ears were followed by the rest of the bunny suit. Think of the one from A Christmas Story. (If you haven't seen it yet go rent it. It's a classic) Logan kind of resembled the Tasmanian devil in a bunny suit.

"What's a matter Logan, pink not your color?" Rogue snickered.

"Hurry up and get this finished. I feel like an idiot."

Reagan had to snicker at the picture he made. This was turning out even better than she had imagined. "You should see you." She said. "And you will too."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Logan grumbled. Then he noticed that her hands were hidden behind her back. "Hey! What're you hiding?"

"A camera of course. Smile!" Reagan took a quick picture before Logan could react. He stood there, blinded by the flash, and then took off after her.

And promptly fell down.

He tripped over the feet of the bunny suit, which had been made a foot too long for just this purpose.

Hearing the thump Regan stuck her head inside the door to observe the damage. She tisk tisked at him. "Come now Logan. You really don't want to go running around the house in that, do you? All the kids are at lunch." This meant that they currently had the run of the house and could pop up anywhere. "And besides, we wouldn't want a rerun of the famous "Tiara Incident" now would we?" She asked sweetly.

The "Tiara Incident" as it was now called (in capital letters no less) had become legendary in the few months since it had happened and it was something that Logan would probably never live down.

In the morning several copies of the picture mad their way around the cabin. Most were shredded, but a few managed to make their way into Reagan's keepsake box. Just for posterity. They resided there with a video of the whole gory "Tiara Incident" and several other pictures of the staff and students, including one of Jean with her face green and her hair in curlers, and one of the professor wearing a shower cap as he trundled his way in the early morning towards a bathroom on the other side of the cabin. These pictures had been laughed over and forgotten, but this wasn't to be the case with poor Logan. He soon had another legendary event surrounding him. This one was known as the "Bunny Suit Fiasco."