A/N: Thanks for the reviews.
Logan and Kurt continued to stare at Victoria walking away. Victoria turned around "Kurt, aren't you coming," asked Victoria
"Yes, I'm coming," said Kurt hurrying after her
Logan continued to stare until the two figures disappeared around the corner. He walked to the Professors door and slowly opened it.
"Mr. Logan. How nice to see you? I would have rather you knocked instead of barging in," said the Professor.
Logan mockingly knocked on the door. Professor Xavier motioned Logan to sit down.
"Logan," the Professor said eyeing the cigar.
Logan waved the cigar and extinguished it painfully into his hand.
"You know Logan, I do have an ashtray placed here for you," said the Professor pointing out the ashtray in front of him.
"I enjoy burning myself," Logan said giving a smile.
"Please use the ashtray next time," said the Professor ignoring Logan's remark.
"Whatever you say Professor."
"Do you have any ideas?" asked Victoria.
"Why did you walk away?" asked Kurt
"I don't like his character," answered Victoria
"He isn't a bad guy."
"We should buy some art supplies," Victoria said changing the subject.
"I don't have a car," said Kurt.
"Who's that girl?" asked Logan casually.
"You mean Victoria," asked the Professor chuckling "She's our new art teacher."
"Art teacher?" asked Logan
"Yes Logan."
"It's odd how she just showed up."
"Is it?" asked the Professor innocently.
Logan laughed, "Later Professor."
"Good day Logan," the Professor called after Logan.
"Do you think Scott would mind if we borrowed one of his cars?" asked Victoria
"I think he would be angry," said Kurt
"But, this is an emergency, well sort of, and he's still teaching,"
"I don't know," Kurt said a little worried.
"I really don't think he would mind," Victoria repeated.
"Who cares," said a gruff voice behind them. Victoria and Kurt both spun around to find Logan leaning against the doorway smoking a cigar.
"Was I talking to you?" asked Victoria
Logan walked over to the cars and climbed into Scott's red convertible. "Let's go," he said. Victoria and Kurt both stared at Logan wondering what they should do. "Let's go," Logan repeated. Kurt ran over and hopped into the back seat. Victoria continued to stand in her spot for some moment before deciding to get into the car. Logan released his middle claw and started the car. "Where we off to?" asked Logan.
"Could you put your cigar out?" asked Victoria
"Why is it bothering you?" asked Logan
"A matter of fact it is," answered Victoria
"Well it isn't bothering me," said Logan laughing
Victoria rolled down her window. Logan casually put it back up.
"What are you doing?" asked Victoria
"What?" asked Logan innocently.
Victoria ignored him and rolled down the window. Once again Logan casually put it back up.
Victoria stared at Logan angrily, "Could you stop that?"
"Was I doing something?" asked Logan
Victoria grinded her teeth and silently sat in her seat. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her lose her cool.
"How far are we from the art store?" asked Kurt breaking the silence
"About five minutes," answered Logan
"Thank god," Victoria mumbled.
Logan pulled into the parking lot of the art store. "Kurt stays here and guards the car," said Logan.
"What, no, he's coming, you stay here and guard the car," protested Victoria. But it was no use Logan had already entered the store.
"It's okay, I'll stay," said Kurt "I don't want to scare the people."
Victoria looked at him sympathetically and walked into the art store.
"What do we need?" asked Logan
"You to get lost," Victoria mumbled.
"They call me wolverine for a reason," said Logan.
"I don't really care," answered Victoria pushing a cart.
"Maybe you'll care once we get back to the car," sneered Logan
"Is that a threat?" Victoria asked
"It's whatever you want it to be," answered Logan
"Well then I guess it's a joke," responded Victoria looking at some paintbrushes.
Logan laughed, "If you keep this up you might have another scar on your pretty face."
Victoria ignored him and continued to look at the paintbrushes. She grabbed several different types and dumped them into her cart.
"Where's my red convertible?" asked Scott looking into the garage.
Jean focused for a moment. "Logan has it," responded Jean, "He's with Kurt and Victoria."
"What are they doing?" asked Scott angrily.
"Shopping," answered Jean.
