Lone Star.

Disclaimer: Tribute to Kurt! Ich besitze nicht nichts! Danke!

A/N: Well what can I say? R&R!

Chapter three, Make your own Coffee!

In three days Polaris was ready to leave the hospital wing, she had gotten several visits, mostly by Kurt and Kitty. They asked the occasional questions, they'd try to cheer her up, mostly because she couldn't leave. Polaris didn't mind, she actually liked having someone to talk to. Logan would come in every once and a while, see if she was alive, grunt then leave. It was starting to get on her nerves. Hank and Xavier paid the occasional visit, she liked it when Hank came to visit every few hour to check her vitals, but he would talk with her when he was down there, and she enjoyed talking to him. But her mind always traveled back to Logan when she was alone. Why did he keep checking on her? She had enough people in and out so that he could just ask someone. Kitty once paid her a visit and said something that caught her attention.

"Hey, like, why is Mr. Logan, hanging outside your door?" She asked squinting at the door, like she could see through it.

Polaris shrugged. "Tell you the truth I don't know, he hasn't said more than a few words to me since I got here."

"Well that's no big surprise he, like, never talks. But when you first where brought here, he stayed down here with you, and Professor X didn't even ask him too, weird huh"

Polaris thought about this for a minute, and then after Kitty had left, she got up and walked to the door. As it open, it reveled that Logan, was indeed, leaning against the wall, next to the whole that she had made earlier.

"What are you doing?" She asked looking at him.

"Loitering, why that a crime here?" He snapped not returning her gaze.

"At most public places it is." If he was going to be smart with her, she'd return fire she decided.

"Well this aint a public place now is it?"

"I dunno you tell me."

"I just did."

"Fine then." She walked back into the room and herd the snort of indignation that followed to door shutting, but she did not hear footsteps, he was still out there.

When it finally came time to leave the hospital wing, Logan showed her room, it was across the hall from his, and down the hall from Hank's, and next to the spare room for Ororo when she decided to stay over night.

The room was medium sized, with a vanity desk and a queen-sized bed; the comforter was a deep green color. There was a large window on the far wall that let the sunlight stream through the partially closed blinds. Not too bad, she thought. Polaris took one step in looked around and turned to look at Logan. She regarded him for a moment, and then spoke.

"Hey, I just wanted to say," She looked around for a second gathering the words, "thanks, for pulling me out of the fight with Sabertooth."

"Yeah, well," Logan paused he was taken completely aback at this. "Your welcome." He growled.

She shut the door; he could hear footsteps and the whining of springs from the bed. He looked up and down the hallway; no one had seen that, no one had heard that. Good, he thought gruffly to himself it was better that none of the kids thought he was going soft.

The next morning started out fine for Polaris, she had woken up before anyone. She had been having another nightmare, and when she woke up she was on the floor. She had fallen out of the bed again. She growled to herself, muttering curses to random objects. She needed coffee, yeah that was it, she pulled on a robe she found hanging on a hook on the back of the door, as she rushed past the vanity desk, she caught a glance at herself in the mirror, the side of her face was red from where she'd fallen off the bed, it would go back to normal in a few minutes, but her hair was a mess, it was sticking up in odd ways that defied gravity. She grabbed the brush sitting on the desk and pulled it through her hair, wincing as it hit knots and tangles. She once more went to the mirror satisfied she went to the door, and proceeded to the kitchen.

Hank had showed her where everything was; Logan had stalked behind her muttering darkly. He had also told her that the Professor, had asked Jean to buy her some cloths and they had been put into her closet. She nodded and said that they shouldn't have done that, she had money, and she could buy her own cloths. But He had told her the Professor insisted. She hung her head defeated.

Right now, she was wearing a pair of green boxers and an oversized T-shirt. She had to admit; the girl had gotten cloths she would have picked out on her own anyway.

As she reached the kitchen, she noticed the first time how many cabinets there where. She growled and muttered so darkly it would have put even Logan to shame, Polaris wasn't a morning person by any means.

The kitchen was neat and clean, unnaturally clean. She wondered who exactly did the chores. She supposed that it was a, you do it you clean it, kind of deal. Ah well. She didn't mind. It was nice just having a place to stay for a change.

She continued to ruffle through the cabinets. Upon opening the third one she found the coffee beans. She pulled out the bag, and winced as the stitching on her arm stretched, Hank had said they'd come out in a week, but for now they where a big pain.

She turned around and numbly made the coffee, there wasn't much left so she had to use the rest of it. She then wondered who she would tell, but that though was gone as soon as she thought it, because the coffee was ready.

She walked back to the first cabinet she opened, remembering the coffee cups she found there. She pulled out a small white one. She poured the coffee filling the cup to the brim and took a long swig.

It was good she could feel herself waking up already, but it needed some sugar, she spent the next minute looking for it. She had to keep telling herself over and over again that she would get used to all the cabinets. Finally, finding her prize, she added some sugar to her coffee, and then put it back where she had found it. She took another swig, and walked over to the table.

Near the far end of it was the newspaper, she walked over to it and began reading, sitting on the window seat, and taking the occasional sip of coffee.

Not long after she heard the kitchen doors swing open, she looked up from her coffee mug and saw that Logan was stumbling about the kitchen, he obviously was not a morning person either. He walked over to the cabinet Polaris had found the coffee mix in, when he opened it he almost fell to the floor in shock, someone had taken his coffee mix.

He glared about the kitchen and saw Polaris sitting in his usual seat, he growled in frustration. "Where's the coffee?" He asked.

"Gee, I don't know, how about the coffee pot?" She snapped, already in a foul mood.

He growled and stomped over to the cabinet, grabbed a coffee mug and then stomped over to the coffee pot, poured himself a cup, slammed the pot down, stomped over to the seat closest the window, glared at her, and took a sip of coffee. And spit it back out.

"What kind of coffee is this?!" He yelled at her.

"Why something wrong with it?" She asked innocently looking up from the paper.

"Yeah its bad." He said walking to the sink and dumping out the contents of the mug.

"No there's nothing wrong with my coffee!" At just that moment Hank decided to walk in. "Hank, tell him there's nothing wrong with my coffee!"

Hank stood back looked at Polaris, and then at Logan, shrugging he got a coffee mug, poured himself a cup and took a sip. He looked at Logan. "No, there's nothing wrong with it."

Polaris smiled triumphantly like she'd just started and won world war three. "See I told you."

"I don't care what the Beast says it's still bad." He crossed his arms refusing to budge from his opinionated throne.

"Then make your own coffee!" She growled at him, her triumphant smile fading.

He glared at her, "I would but you used the last of the mix!"

"Well then go out and buy some more!" she snarled.

Just then Kitty, Jean, Scott, Kurt and Rogue fell through the kitchen's double door, pealing with laughter. The argument broke off and they glared and the kids who where falling over themselves.

"What's wrong with you?" Polaris asked.

Kurt wiped a tear of laughter from his eye, "Sorry, Sorry, itz just, you two."

"Us two what?" Growled Logan.

"You, like, are fighting like kids." Kitty said still doubled over laughing.

Logan glared at her and stomped out of the kitchen. Polaris downed the last of her coffee, "I'm going to take a shower." She declared, and marched out of the kitchen.

Once more the laughter traveled across the kitchen, even Hank was chuckling to himself. Then suddenly they herd a BANG and they hurried out into the hallway. Logan was laying flat on his back on the hallway floor. The bathroom door had obviously been slammed in his face.

He jumped dup and began banging on the door, yelling about how he need to shower too. The bathroom door opened and he smirked, but then a towel and a bar of soap came zooming out of the open door way right at his face, a small magnetic bubble surrounding them, and the bathroom door was once more slammed shut. He snatched the towel off f his head and stomped down the hallway growling.

Everyone fell down on the floor, hardly able to breath they where laughing so hard, and from the closed bathroom door, they heard laughing that joined their own.

A/N: Whatta think? I still aint got any reviews for chapter two! **Sob sob sob** don't ya'll love me? R&R.