It was loud in the dining room; far too loud to be comfortable for someone with hyper-sensitive ears. Logan thought as he walked past Jubilee and Kitty; wincing as they ducked their heads together and giggled loudly. Those two were going to be trouble. He hoped that neither of them were in his classes.

Walking into the kitchen, Logan was forced to wince again. Kurt was mixing ingredients at the counter, and had his tail in an ovenmitt and was flipping pancakes with it. He couldn't take much more of this school he thought darkly as he grimaced in the german elf's direction. Kurt flipped the pancakes one more time with his tail then set down the mixing bowl and grabbed a spatula with one of his hands.

bamf

Logan wrinkled his sensitive nose at the brimstone smelling blue cloud of smoke left by Nightcrawler's teleportation. Rolling his eyes and leaning back against the counter, he waited for the blue-man to make his guaranteed re-appearance at any moment.


Charles Xavier sat back in his chair, full. Looking outside he was glad he had made the decision to forbid going outdoors. No living being could have a chance of survival out in weather like this, he thought, frowning out at the blurry whiteness. Something out there was tugging at the edges of his mind, almost begging him to take notice of it, then scurrying away when he tried to pin it down.

Sighing softly in frustration he looked around him in time to see Kurt teleport into the room, appearing directly on top of the dining room table between Kitty and Jubilee. Their startled shrieks made him wince.

"Kurt!" he sighed. Sometimes the mansion was just too much in the morning; he could feel a headache coming on. "Get off of the table!"

"Da professor." Kurt said, looking apologetic as he jumped off of the table, walking over to where the professor sat. "Vould you like some more pancakes professor?" he asked, still carrying the pan and spatula.

"No thank you Kurt, I've had enough." the professor said as he turned his chair to look out the window. "I think I'll return to my study for a while. Would you remind the students that, as they are already at the mansion, they still have classes today, regardless of the weather."

"Da professor. I vill remind dem." Kurt said has he turned back towards the table with his pancakes; only to see Jubilee and Kitty staring at the pan hungrily. Sighing he held it out to them, within seconds there wasn't a pancake left. Shaking his head, Kurt teleported back into the kitchean.


Hearing another Bamf and smelling the corresponding scent of brimstone, Logan opened one eye from where he leaned against the island countertop.

"Still alive there elf?"

"Da. Barely." The blue man said, putting the pancake pan on the rack to cool.

"I told you those pancakes would be the death of you."

"Da, dose two vould have made good volves." Kurt agreed wearily.

"Wolves? Nah – then we'd have to feed them even more."

"But de could be used as guard dogs."

"So? Nothin' gets past the alarms. Nothin." Logan said smugly, voice full of pride for the security system that he had set up and tested – every way that he knew how! He wasn't about to risk another attack.

Suddenly Logan jerked – grabbing for the little pager-sized monitor he had clipped to his belt. Unclipping it he held it up. Its screen was green with blue letters flashing the word "GATE."

"What the hell?" he muttered, causing Kurt to look up, concerned.

"Vat is it?"

"Something tripped the ground alarm…." Logan growled, confused.

"It must be da snow; da professor hasn't sensed anyting vrong. He vould have told us." Kurt said, voice uncertain.

"I'm going to find out." Logan said, stepping away from the counter toward the kitchen exit. Pausing he looked back. "Elf – lock the door behind me and go tell the professor." he said, tossing the alarm monitor to Kurt, who caught it, nodding.

Logan opened the door and stepped out, immediately disappearing into the blizzarding snow. Kurt firmly closed the door behind him, locking it. Teleporting back into the dining room, he appeared next to Xavier's chair with a soft bamf.

"Professor – dere's someting vrong."


a/n:

hey ya'll – sorry it's been such a long time since I've updated – longer then I said it would be in my email. I never gave it a thought that my life might actually be busier after high school graduation. I've had meetings, open houses, and one of my best friends, (also my pre-reader) moving like 10 states away. Between all that, its hard to get either the inspiration or the time to do anything. Chapters SHOULD be coming more steadily after this, since it appears that, for the time being, I have no life. Don't expect a chapter for the rest of the week though – I somehow managed to end up with all of my doctor's, dentists, and eye doctor's (and everything else) appointments this week. Joy.

Thanks to all of you for putting up with me and still reading! Ya'll are the best!

I hope i didnt butcher Kurt's accent too badly. ducks head to avoid flying objects i did my best! Honest!

-Gryffyn

Individual Thanks:

Elemental Phoenix: Miss ya up here kit. Its hard to get inspiration to write without you reading my stuff first (or going "dun dun dun dun…" every five seconds!). ttyl.

Cloud Strife 2.75: Hope you're having fun on vacation while the rest of us are being bored out of our minds. We have to get together and play cards when you get back – and I wants my video!

Anubuss: 'Ullo! See ya tomorrow! G'day! Please no poke!

HughloverX: Yeah… I likes cliffhangers! covers head no hit me! Ya just gonna have to keep reading to find out who the figure grins evily I promise to try to update more often!

Nyltiak: Please no Poke! I know it short! There was no other good place to end it though… and it longer then my other chappies! hangs head I try to do better….