Confiscated By Logan

Xavier knew that his students were no angels, but recently he had begun picking up thoughts and actions that simply were not suitable for this environment.

Nearly all the kids' minds were buzzing with thoughts about "the tape" that kept being projected to the Professor.

Somewhat concerned about what could be on said tape to cause such a stir, he immediately had Logan find what they were talking about and bring it to his office to watch.

It took the other man just an hour to confiscate the infamous tape and as soon as he had they both settled in front of the TV to watch it.

~*~*~

"Well Logan, I do indeed owe you an apology for thinking that those condom wrappers we kept finding in the Danger Room were yours," the Professor said at one point in the movie as he saw Scott discard a condom wrapper.

"Told ya they were too small to be mine, bub," Logan replied gruffly not taking his attention from the screen.

~*~*~

"Grey's a lot more flexible that I thought. Outta get her to try some more acrobatic stuff in training," Logan remarked aloud as he watched the couple twist into a seemingly awkward position on the tape that they both apparently enjoyed immensely.

The Professor only nodded absently as his head tilted to the side to get a better angle of their new position.

~*~*~

"My dishes," Xavier exclaimed as at one point on the tape Scott threw out an arm to clear off the table the couple had eaten dinner on to place Jean on it's bared surface.

"I never would of thought of doing that with whipped cream," Logan said absently moments later when the young man on the tape began smearing his lover with said cream and licking it off.

~*~*~

"Where…" the Professor had to clear his throat before continuing, "Where did you find this tape, Logan?"

Finally turning his intense stare from the TV on which the tape had just finished showing, Logan answered. "Got it from the Porcupine's room. I think it's another of his little videos."

The Professor nodded thoughtfully and became occupied with inner turmoil about how to handle this situation.

~*~*~

"Evan," the Professor sat sternly behind his desk and faced the boy sitting across its surface from him, "I understand you made this."

The boy's brown eyes widened in horror as he saw the tape Xavier placed on his desk.

"How'd you get that?!"

"It doesn't matter how, Evan, what matters is that it did come to be in my possession and I am very interested in knowing how such a tape even came to exist."

He folded his hands together in his lap and leveled a stare on the boy that demanded an explanation then and there.

"Oh man," the boy sank low in his chair, "I didn't mean to make it. I mean, I had no idea they were gonna do that. I just wanted to see what was so darn special about those 'private' training sessions they never let us in on, so I decided to set up my camera and find out that way. And you saw what happened after that."

"That doesn't explain how I came to know about and get the tape, Evan. Why did you not erase it when you saw what they'd been doing?"

"Are you kidding?!"

The boy blushed as he realized who he'd just said that too and he sank back into his chair under the Professor's penetrating stare.

"You will erase the tape immediately and apologize to Jean and Scott for what you've done. In the future you are only to ever videotape events you've been given permission to record and are of a proper subject matter. If you fail to do so, I will do as Logan has often suggested and remove the videocamera from your possession until you have the maturity to own such a piece of equipment."

"Apologize?! But to do that I'd have to tell them what I was apologizing for and they'll kill me!"

"I have called Scott to my office and will explain the situation to him when he gets here. After that, you'll have no reason to avoid giving them the apology they deserve for your invasive actions."

Any refusal on Evan's part crumbled under the firm orders and he nodded weakly before leaving the room, tape in hand.

~*~*~

"Scott, sit down please," the Professor greeted his eldest male student and urged the young man to take a seat.

"You sounded like this was pretty serious, Professor, is something wrong," Scott sat down and leaned forward to ask.

"I've given a lot of thought to how exactly to say this, but still have no idea other than to just come out and say it. I have come to know what it is that you and Jean do in the Danger Room during your 'private training sessions.'"

The young man stared horrified at the Professor as the words sank in.

"Buh – How?!"

"You'll need to brace yourself for this, Scott," Xavier watched as the boy did just that then continued, "It appears that young Evan decided to record your most recent session with his camera. He caught all your actions on tape."

The blunt words left Scott reeling in shock.

He'd known their secret would get out eventually, but never in his worst imaginations thoughts it would be in this way.

"I trust you'll understand that I can no longer allow you access to the Danger Room for such activities, Scott. It is not a game room for your personal pleasure it is an instrument vital to the training of present and future members of the team. I will not see the privilege of its use abused by anyone, not even my best student."

Shamed and quite honestly humiliated, Scott practically crawled from the office wondering how on Earth he was going to break the news to Jean.