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Chapter 3: A Black Eye, Logan's Dangerous Danger Room Sessions, and Phone Calls

Still Day 1/Monday

The school bus arrived back at the Institute around 3:45pm. All the guys stood outside with their younger children, waiting for the older kids to get off.

~*~*~

"Tara, honey! What happened!?!" Bobby asked, rushing over to his daughter and looking at the purplish/blackish bruise around her eye. "Mauwi punched me," she said, hugging her father around his neck.

"Me too!" Nathan squealed, trying to squeeze between his father and sister. "Later, Nate. Why did she punch you, sweetie?" Bobby asked, making a block of ice in his hand and handing it to Tara to put on her eye.

"Mauwi said her brother thought mutants should be locked up and asked if my power was to be ugly. Then I asked if her power was to have a big mouth and then she punched me," she cried against her father's shoulder.

"Did your teacher see?" Bobby asked, tucking a piece of her dark brown hair behind her ear. "She didn't do nothin'," Tara answered.

"Well, you know what? Being a mutant is nothing compared to what she is," Bobby told Tara. "What is she?" Tara asked, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her shirt. "A monster, honey. That's what all those people are who despise Professor Xavier's dream and mutants," Bobby said, picking her and Nathan up and taking them into the mansion. "Now let's ask Opal if she'll heal your eye," Bobby suggested.

~*~*~

"Did you see Tara's black eye?" Logan asked the Professor. "Yes, I did. Bobby brought her to see me. It seems everyday that there are more people who hate mutants than like them," Professor Xavier said, resting his chin on his hands.

"I think these kids need to learn self-defense and how to use their powers properly," Logan said, looking out the window at Caleb, Morgan, Bryce, and Isaac who were working on their homework in the Mansion's garden.

"Logan, you may be right. After this incident with Tara, I feel they must learn how to protect themselves and use their powers with control," the Professor agreed.

~*~*~

"Children, settle down. Logan and I have discussed this and we have made a decision to teach you how to protect yourselves," the Professor said.

"But my mommy and daddy said I'm not supposed to use my powers at school," Tara piped up. "Tara, that doesn't mean I don't want you to protect yourself. If someone is beating the c-r-a-p out of you, I want you to protect yourself," Bobby told her firmly.

"Now listen," Logan said gruffly, "We're gonna split you into groups for your training. Caleb, Isaac, Morgan, you're in Scott's group. Lauren, Tara, Bryce, and Jordan, you're with Angel. Gavin, Immy, and Jenna, you're with Kurt. Seth, Opal, and Erin, you're with Bobby. Nathan, Emma, and Brad, you're with me. The rest of you men are helpers," Logan said, pointing at the remaining guys.

"Okay. Let's get to work."

~*~*~

"Jenna, Immy, NO!!!" Kurt yelled as Immy used her power to levitate Gavin and Jenna turned into her fire form. Quickly, Kurt scooped Jenna into his arms, but threw her down when he started to catch fire.

"Ouch!" Jenna said, rubbing the bottom of her new spandex X-Men uniform.

"STOP, DROP, AND ROLL DADDY!" Caleb and Morgan shouted to their father. Kurt dropped to the floor and rolled until the fire was put out. All the men were rolling on the floor, hysterically laughing. Even the Professor couldn't help but give a chuckle.

Kurt stood up and brushed himself off. His black spandex suit was charred, and his fur smelled like ash. "Guess the kids varen't the only vones who vill need a bath tonight," he mumbled, casting a glare at Pyro.

"Hey, don't look at me, mate! She gets it all from her mother!" Pyro yelled to him.

~*~*~

"Mommy, is that you?" Jenna asked over the phone. "Yes, honey. Have you been a good girl?" Amara asked her daughter. "Uh huh," she answered, smiling broadly at her father. "That's good. Let me speak to Daddy," she said. "Here's Daddy," Jenna said, handing her father the phone.

"Has she really been good, John?" Amara asked in her normal voice. "Jenna, why don't you go play with Immy and Emma while I talk to Mommy, okay?" he asked his daughter. "Okay," Jenna answered, skipping from her father's room.

"John?" Amara asked. "She's been a handful of late. How do you do it, Sheila?" he asked his wife, sitting down on the edge of his bed. "I put her in time-out, John. That's the only way she'll ever learn." "But I don't want her to hate me, Sheila," he replied, twirling the cord around her finger.

"John, she'll be mad at you for about two minutes before she finds something to be happy about again," Amara told her husband.

"John, five minutes are up!" Scott called upstairs. "Look Sheila. I gotta go. Call me later this week," He said. "Okay. See you," she said, hanging up the phone. "I'm off!" John yelled, putting the phone on the hook.

~*~*~

"Hi Mom!" Bryce and Immy said through the telephone. "Hi kids! Where's Grace?" Jean asked. "Asleep," Scott answered.

"Did you get there okay?" Scott asked, holding both his children in his arms. "Yeah. We had a little trouble with the mutant thing, but now that we're here, we haven't had any trouble. How are you guys? Are the kids behaving?" she asked.

"We're being real good Mommy," Immy said. "The kids are fine and us guys... we're making it... so far," Scott said.

~*~*~

Tara and Nathan sat in-between their father's legs. "Hi honey," Jubilee said sweetly. "Hey back. How are you doing?" Bobby asked. "So-so. How are my babies?" she asked. "Mauwi punched me, Mommy!" Tara cried through the phone. "Yeah, Mommy. Her eye is all purble (purple) and black," Nathan said.

"When I get back, we are going to have a serious talk!" Jubilee screamed angrily. "You and me?" Bobby asked. "NO! Mauwi's mother and me. She is always bothering Tara," Jubes groaned.

"Well, I gotta put the kids to bed," Bobby said. "Ah!" Tara and Nathan groaned together, walking towards their rooms.

"I love you," Jubilee said. "I love you too," Bobby told her, hanging the phone up.

~*~*~

"Hello, chere (dear)," Remy said, making kissing noises through the phone. "Eeeew!" Isaac said, putting his hands over his ears.

"So, how are ya guys?" Rogue asked. "We're doing fine. Emma's had a few accidents, but I bought some pull-ups and now she's fine," Remy said, changing Emma into her pajamas.

"Have the other kids made fun of her?" "No," Remy answered, tucking his daughter into bed and giving her a kiss. "Say goodnight to Mama, chere (dear)," Remy said. "G'night Mama," Emma said, closing her eyes and drifting off into a peaceful slumber.