"Shit no."
"Logan, we're in a school, please refrain from cursing-"
"I ain't friggin' traipsing through the woods, for an entire friggin' weekend, draggin' along a bunch of hormone driven brats."
Jean sighed. "But Scott will be there," she tried to reason.
Logan shot her an incredulous look.
Jean sighed again. "Well, I'm sorry but the professor has already made up his mind. You and Scott leave tomorrow morning."
"We'll see." Logan dared her to correct him. Even if this stupid, hair- brained idea was mandatory, by God he was going to pretend it was on his terms. Nobody told Wolverine what to do, especially if it involved baby- sitting a group of teenagers.
"Well, you'd better meet with the professor and Scott to go over the supplies you'll be taking with you."
Logan huffed and let his mock-rage drag his gaze all over the room before settling on Jean. "Yeah. I guess so." Then he had an idea. "You wanna come with us? Out in the woods...secluded...we can tell One Eye to take a hike..." he hinted.
Jean shook her head. "I'm afraid not Logan. There's a medical conference in Florida I will be attending this weekend." As if an afterthought she added, "Sorry."
Logan let his dreams deflate as the images of Jean all to himself dissipated from his mind. "How'd you get so lucky?" he asked with feigned sarcasm.
"Well, if you'd rather go and listen to the world's most prestigious doctors give two hour seminars on the newest technical advancements in modern medicine, than be my guest."
Logan cocked his head, trying to make sense out of what she had just said. He huffed.
"You know Logan," Jean started and Logan watched her with interest as her voice lowered suggestively. "You'll have to make sure Scott doesn't get into any trouble out there. I mean, he's not exactly a boy scout."
Logan considered what she was trying to tell him. Cyclops might be a great leader, or at least he might think he is, but Logan always noticed the way he depended on his pricey little gadgets in a situation that Logan just relied on his instincts. If they were to be in the woods with nothing but matches and rope and the likes, that would give Logan a major advantage over Scott. Logan grinned. "It's my class, and I will be in charge," he thought aloud.
"Yes."
If Logan were a teenaged girl, he would have emitted one of those annoying, high-pitched girly screams of delight. Instead, he focused on pushing his joy back down to a more secluded level. Scott would have to do whatever he said for the whole weekend. It was about time the gods had smiled upon him. "When do we leave?"
"Logan, we're in a school, please refrain from cursing-"
"I ain't friggin' traipsing through the woods, for an entire friggin' weekend, draggin' along a bunch of hormone driven brats."
Jean sighed. "But Scott will be there," she tried to reason.
Logan shot her an incredulous look.
Jean sighed again. "Well, I'm sorry but the professor has already made up his mind. You and Scott leave tomorrow morning."
"We'll see." Logan dared her to correct him. Even if this stupid, hair- brained idea was mandatory, by God he was going to pretend it was on his terms. Nobody told Wolverine what to do, especially if it involved baby- sitting a group of teenagers.
"Well, you'd better meet with the professor and Scott to go over the supplies you'll be taking with you."
Logan huffed and let his mock-rage drag his gaze all over the room before settling on Jean. "Yeah. I guess so." Then he had an idea. "You wanna come with us? Out in the woods...secluded...we can tell One Eye to take a hike..." he hinted.
Jean shook her head. "I'm afraid not Logan. There's a medical conference in Florida I will be attending this weekend." As if an afterthought she added, "Sorry."
Logan let his dreams deflate as the images of Jean all to himself dissipated from his mind. "How'd you get so lucky?" he asked with feigned sarcasm.
"Well, if you'd rather go and listen to the world's most prestigious doctors give two hour seminars on the newest technical advancements in modern medicine, than be my guest."
Logan cocked his head, trying to make sense out of what she had just said. He huffed.
"You know Logan," Jean started and Logan watched her with interest as her voice lowered suggestively. "You'll have to make sure Scott doesn't get into any trouble out there. I mean, he's not exactly a boy scout."
Logan considered what she was trying to tell him. Cyclops might be a great leader, or at least he might think he is, but Logan always noticed the way he depended on his pricey little gadgets in a situation that Logan just relied on his instincts. If they were to be in the woods with nothing but matches and rope and the likes, that would give Logan a major advantage over Scott. Logan grinned. "It's my class, and I will be in charge," he thought aloud.
"Yes."
If Logan were a teenaged girl, he would have emitted one of those annoying, high-pitched girly screams of delight. Instead, he focused on pushing his joy back down to a more secluded level. Scott would have to do whatever he said for the whole weekend. It was about time the gods had smiled upon him. "When do we leave?"