Author's Note: Sorry it took so long for this chapter to get completed. Work has been hell, and Christmas is coming up. Thank you all for being patient with me. This story takes place roughly around the same time the previous chapter did.

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Song: No song yet

Dedications: To Kate my love, and to all the fans……wow, I never had any fans before…its so…touching (runs off crying)

Stupid kid thought Logan as he walked into the mansion's garage and opened the flap of the saddlebags on his bike. Made me miss my breakfast. He sighed and took one of the beers out and opened it. It may be warm, but it's still a beer.

After a small drink he looked at his bike, a 2002 Dyna Glide, Harley Davidson. It was a gift from the professor when he decided to join the X-men, before they all found out about his real reason for joining the team. He straddled the bike, placing his hands on the handlebars and considered going for a ride, something to clear his mind of all the crap that was floating around lately. He finished his beer, tossing the bottle aside, and hit the kickstand back with the heel of his boot and was just about to start his bike when he got the whiff of aftershave and mouthwash. He turned around and saw Scott walk into the garage. "Logan, the Professor wants us all in the Map Room, he says he needs to talk to us all."

"A mission?" mumbled Logan.

"Most likely." Said Scott as he walked away "Hey, see if you can find Bobby. I couldn't find him"

"I'm not a flamin' bloodhound" growled Logan as he placed the kickstand back down and got off his bike to go look for Bobby.

Bobby Drake was crouching, with his face pressed to the wall, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was coming, satisfied that he was alone he than he turned his attention back to his peephole. "Ohhh ya baby…" he whispered, but then clasped his hands over his mouth silently as he saw her break out of her trance and look around as if she heard something.

His mouth hung slightly open and he nearly fell over as she began to dry herself off. "Wow, she is one hot…" he whispered to himself when he was cut off by a hand covering his mouth and was jerked backwards and felt the hot breath of someone whispering to him.

"Drake, do you remember what happened last time you were caught peeping into the girls locker room?" whispered Logan, with a smirk

"You…. won't tell…. anyone… will you?" whispered Bobby, almost pissing his pants as his hands slowly sank to his stomach, remembering what Storm did to him. *

Logan smiled and relaxed his grip on Bobby. "Just stop making peepholes. And…" He said as he let got of Bobby, and taking his wallet out of the back pocket and opened it. "Fork over twenty bucks." He said as he took the money and tossed the empty wallet back to Bobby. "Now scram."

As Bobby ran for his life, Logan looked around for something to cover up the hole. Finding a small table he slowly began to move it, keeping quiet, so whoever was in the locker room wouldn't suspect something, when he suddenly got a whiff of hair gel and cheap cologne. Standing up slowly, turning around part annoyed and part regretful, knowing whom he was going to face, he mumbled "Hi Summers."

Scott just looked at him with a small smirk. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just…. Rearranging some furniture." Mumbled Logan, clenching his fists slowly.

"Right." Scott chuckled as he walked past Logan to the entrance of the locker room. "The Professor told me that we are going on a mission, so you better lose the plaid and get suited up."

"Right" mumbled Logan as he walked by, slightly knocking Scott off balance by brushing against his shoulder.

"In case you were wondering, I think Storm and Jean usually take their showers around 9 AM."

The only response was a growl.

Scott laughed softly as he opened the locker room slowly, not wanting to barge in, in case someone was changing or showering. "Rogue? You in here?" he called out.

* Ultimate X-Men; Issue #15