Logan graciously escorted me to the med bay. When I say escorted, it's greatly exaggerated. (You can tell by the graciously.) Basically, he just walked a couple feet behind me to make sure that I didn't collapse. Other than that, it was just comments about my clumsiness.

"Plannin' on makin' dents in everythin' t' remodel?"

"Shut up, just shut up," I replied, not so quaintly.

He smirked. By the time we had gotten there, I had bumped my right knee, stubbed almost all of my toes, hit my left shin, and bruised my right elbow. Just more injuries to add to the list, I thought.

Logan entered the access code into the side panel on the wall, and the luminous silver door swooshed open. He gestured for me to go first. I merely raised my eyebrow at him and walked past. Looking down just in time to see the foot sticking into my path, I nimbly jumped it, despite my ailments. Missing the astonished look on Logan's face, I coolly walked into the annoyingly white medical wing.

He quickly composed his expression into one of indifference, and followed. Chuck and Ororo were waiting by an already made up bed. Ororo ordered me to sit so she could check me over. I plopped down, my legs dangling off the edge with my arms bracing the bed on either side. While she fussed over me like a mother hen, Chuck addressed me.

"Crys, Ororo tells me you've been in the Danger Room? Is this true?"

I sighed.

"Yes, Professor X."

"And you had turned on the training program, correct?"

"Yes, Professor X."

"So, you admit to going up into the control room, switching on a difficult program, then using it to train?"

"Yes, Professor X," I said mechanically, not even thinking about the question.

"Yet to do this, you must have had the access codes to the control room, and the control room computer. You also would have had to known the access code to the Danger Room itself. So you admit stealing them from another student here? A fellow X-Man?"

My eyes widened.

"Uuum, uh, well, ya' see, about that, I didn't steal them exactly......." I trailed off.

"Then how did you get the codes, exactly?" pressed Chuck. Ororo had finished tending to my wounds, and was now at Chuck's side, giving me the same strict stare Chuck was.

"Um, uh," I stuttered. My mind raced for a liable cover story. Threatened one of the other students to tell me? No, they would have told Chuck. I developed a new mind reading power? No way he'd believe that. Even if he did, he'd probably ask me to demonstrate. Saw the code over Chuck's shoulder when I was watching the others in their practice? That seemed good enough.

"I saw the codes over your shoulder when Kurt took me in to watch him and the others."

He raised an eyebrow quizzically, asking,

"Despite the fact that I had entered them before you arrived?"

I remained silent and absentmindedly stared at the wall. Logan, who had kept quiet until now, spoke up.

"I know where she got the codes, Charles."

Chuck slowly turned his wheelchair to face the short, animalistic man.

"Where?" he asked suspiciously. Logan sighed.

"Me."

For the first time I had seen since I had gotten there, Chuck looked genuinely surprised.

"Why?"

Sighing again, Logan answered,

"We went in t'gether'."

Complete silence overtook the room. Somebody say something! I thought frantically. Finally, Chuck spoke.

"I see. Well, Crys, you will have to be punished, as I specifically told you not to go in the Danger Room. Logan, I am very disappointed in you. I wanted you to set a better example for the students ."

I snickered quietly, thinking, Yeah, drinking beer is such a good example. Logan glared at me.

"As a result, you're going to have to wash and wax the BlackBird."

I sighed in relief, knowing I wouldn't have to do that.

"Crys will help."

My eyes narrowed and I glared at Chuck. He pretended as if I had done nothing and kept talking.

"You will both start tomorrow afternoon, immediately after Crys finishes her homework. Then, Crys," he said, addressing me, "we will have another session. Is this clear?"

Logan and I wearily nodded. Chuck smiled and wheeled out. Ororo gave us both stern looks, then followed Chuck out. I growled and hopped off the bed, wincing slightly as a small pain flared up in my left shin.

"Ya' know lyin' t' a telepath never works anyway, right?"

I glared at him, but for once, didn't have a witty come-back. Mumbling,

"Stupid Badger," I walked slowly out of the med bay to my room. I needed a long , luxurious bath. My muscles were screaming. But they wouldn't be the only things screaming, for when the other kids got home from school, I wouldn't get a moment's peace. And they were due to arrive in about half an hour. Time sure flies when you're having fun, huh?

~*~

"CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYS!"

A loud cry interrupted my solitary bathing, and my moment of peace. I groaned, knowing that this event would have come sooner or later. Getting out of the humongous bathtub slowly, I dried off, and put on a Good Charlotte T-shirt plus black shorts that went just below my knees and had hooks hanging off of them. Then, wearily, I trudged downstairs to the confrontation I had been expecting for some time.

As soon as I appeared on the sta irwell, Kurt saw me and teleported up to walk down with me to the others who were waiting at the bottom. I didn't turn my face to look at him, but could tell that he was excited by the twitching tail I saw out of the corner of my eye. He had obviously switched the holo-watch off already.

"Crys, vee just got home! Vee vere vondering vhere you vere, so vee asked Mrs. Munroe. She said zat you vere resting, so vee asked vhy. I zink she vasn't supposed to tell us, but it slipped out. She said somezing zat had Crys, Logan, and Danger Room in it. Did you actually fight Logan in zee Danger Room?"

I sighed, wondering if I should really tell him the truth. On one hand, if I didn't say anything, they would keep bugging me till I actually did spill. On the other hand, if I did tell them, they'd never leave me alone. Either way, I wouldn't get any peace and quiet. I decided to get it over with and tell them straight off the back. Sighing deeply, I replied,

"Yes, Kurt. I fought Logan in the Danger Room. Are you happy now?"

He gaped.

"You mean, you actually did it?"

"That's what I said."

Kurt shook his head from side to side, I assumed to get rid of the shock, then teleported down the stairs to appear next to Evan.

"You owe zee Fuzzy Dude ten bucks!"

Now it was Evan's turn to shake his head as he slapped a ten dollar bill into Kurt's out stretched hand. I smiled a half-smile as I reached everyone else. Jean and Kitty gasped at my eye that hadn't quite returned to normal yet. Scott came up to me and looked me over.

"You don't look like you fought him, except for that eye. I'd say you came out of it pretty good."

He slapped me on the back and I cringed, my muscles there still being sore. Retracting his hand quickly, he flashed a look of apology and a small smile. I tried to smile back, but it turned into a grimace as my back muscles started pounding.

Rogue was standing off to the side, glancing at me suspiciuosly. I gazed at her curiously. When she saw that I was staring, she glared at me so I turned away, back to the others.

"So, how was school?"

They moaned.

"Like, the Brotherhood was totally idiotic. They tried to, like, start a fight. You're lucky you don't go to Bayville High."

I smiled at Kitty, a smart remark coming on.

"So, you wanna trade places? I'm sure Logan would love to fight one of you."

Her eyes widened and she shook her head quickly as my smile grew wider.

"No? Oh, darn. I guess you guys don't think the Danger Room is very fun."

Rogue gave me an eye-roll and headed past me up the stairs, presumably to her room. Jean shook her head and left as well, probably to do homework. Scott followed Jean. Evan and Kurt, still arguing about their bet, walked toward the kitchen. I decided to go have some fun before my sentence of washing the BlackBird started the next day, so I trotted in the direction of the rec room.