This is how most of the format for the chapter is going to be. Not very long, and they will be focused on one person mainly, or a couple. Please review and give suggestions. And now to the second chapter...

Little Miss Wolverine

It was the morning of a new day, and it was the weekend. So as it always has been, the X-men were busy making plans, asking questions, and preparing breakfast. The adults watched to make sure nobody would burn down the kitchen or start a food fight. It would not of been the first time. But the two newest mutants to the team weren't even in the kitchen. They were having a discussion in the library.
"I think we should go after that big guy, Wolverine." Tessa suggested.
"We don't have any control over him." Tom objected.
"But we already have control on plenty of the others. All we have to do is direct some of it at him."
"Did you have anything in mind?"
"Well actually..."

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The mysterious man named Logan quietly watched the students prepare a huge breakfast feast. But he decided they didn't need his supervision and he wasn't hungry anyways. The gruff mutant made his way back into his room, happy he had been able to escape so easily. If Chuck said something to him, well he'd take the punishment of leaving the breakfast watching. But he had a lot of doubt that Chuck would say anything. The man respected Logan's behavior and most of his choices.
Logan opened his door to his room and sniffed the air. Someone was coming up behind him. Actually, two someones. Logan had no need to extend his adamantium claws, as he did not smell danger. He ignored it and made his way to his bed. But then he started to feel woozy, and an odd sensation started to befall him. He wasn't sure what, but then strange and bizarre feelings started to emerge, and he knew what was happening.
"Aw hell", was all he got out before passing out.

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"Kitty, I really don't think Logan would like one of your cookies right now." Scott suggested, moving toward the trashcan.
"Why not? You liked it didn't you?"
Almost there, Scott thought, nearing the open trashcan.
"I just don't think he's ever been fond of your cooking Kitty. Not that it's terrible or anything." Scott inched backwards more, and quietly dropped one of Kitty's cookies in the trash. He sighed out loud.
"Well, why don't you go up to his room Scott and give it to him. And then if he likes it, you can come and tell me."
"I don't think that will help, Kitty."
"Please, please, please Scott? Come on?" The younger girl gave him puppy dog eyes that finally cracked his resistance.
"Fine, but you owe me." Scott answered in defeat. Kitty did a cheer and Scott took the cookie, and headed out of the kitchen.

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After reaching Logan's room, Scott tapped on the door.

"A visitor! Come in, come in!" Scott jumped back from the door. Had that just been Logan's voice. But, it was way to squeaky and loud. Scott nervously pushed open the door, and saw something he had not ever expected. His eyes widened behind his ruby quartz shades, and he accidentally crushed the cookie in his hands. Scott started to lose his balance, so he clung to the doorway for support. "L-Logan!! Why the hell are you dressed like that?!" Scott shouted in fear.

Logan giggled and stood up. Instead of his usual outfit, he was wearing a bright pink ballerina suit with a puffy pale pink tutu. There was blush on his face, and a ribbon in his hair. Scott was so mortified he could not even scream.

"Don't shout Scotty, I'm just practicing. Wanna see?" Scott shook his head so hard that his shades bounced. He turned to run away, but Logan pounced on his back, knocking him onto the ground. So he hasn't lost his strength or speed, but he's certainly lost his mind! Scott tried to get away, but Logan was pinning his legs to the floor.

"Logan, stop it!!! You're crazy!!!" But Logan wouldn't let Scott go. He finally stood up, but gripped tightly on the back of the collar of Scott's T-shirt. "Let me go!!!" Scott started to punch Logan in the side, but it still didn't stop him.

"Oh Scotty, you need to really calm yourself and try on this tutu. I think it goes with your pretty shades." This made Scott scared even more. He took off running, but Logan was still gripping onto his shirt. Scott struggled and struggled, but all it did was stretch out his collar.

"Let me go Logan!!" Finally, Scott's T-shirt started to rip, and he was almost free. Scott pulled harder, and the back of his shirt tore off, leaving Logan with a large piece of Scott's shirt, but no Scott. Scott tore down the hall, Logan right behind him. He passed Jean on the foyer stairs. She saw Logan and screamed. But then exploded in laughter, clinging to the railing. Scott almost made it out of the foyer, but Logan tackled him. He forcefully tried to yank the tutu onto Scott's waist, but feeling without any alternate options, Scott blasted Logan off of him with an optic blast. Before Logan could get up, Scott took off.

"I guess that means you don't want to have a tea party with me then."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please review. Next chapter: Rahne the Seductress