While Spell's violent nightmares caused the destruction of yet another bed, Rouge and Bobby were passing notes.

Bobby: When did you meet Spell?

Rouge:When I first found out I was a mutant. You?

Bobby: Shortly after. I got along better with Flash though.

Rouge: I always got along better with Rage.

Bobby: Ever seen her version of the danger room?

Rouge: No, but even Brian had trouble with 5th level sessions. Spell is like, indestuctible.

Bobby: No but close. Only thing I ever saw hurt her was that James guy. Even that monster Sabertooth listens to her.

The teacher of their class, Logan, snatched up the note. The trashcan was across the room, so he just stuck it in his pocket and with a growl went back to showing various fighting methods. Then he paired the students up and tried to get them to battle using the aforementioned methods.

Meanwhile...

Spell awoke in a cold sweat, memories flooding back through a door in her mind she thought she had locked. She had suspected it at first, now she knew. Tell him or not to tell him, the million dollor question. Spell changed into a black tanktop with hiphugger jeans. She grabbed a pair of sunglasses before leaving. Putting them on she thought wryly. Spell had always thought eyes to be the window to the soul, she could read peoples eyes. This was not a mutation, just a habit she'd picked up from dealing with bad people. If her eyes were the window to her soul, god help her. Her eyes were the give away. They were hazel and changed colors with her moods. But they were also the eyes of an extremly tortured person, as hunter, prey, and bystander these eyes had missed nothing. There had been too much blood and death, too much caused by her and the guilt showed in her eyes.

Spell walked down to were the classes were. With her hair pulled back and her sun glasses on, she looked young and beautiful. She saw the outdoors class that Logan was teaching. With a low laugh she walked next to him.

"Why ain't you playing, man?"

Wolverine looked over at her, startled that she could have snuck up on him.

"No one wants to challenge me. Beat 'em too easy."

Spell laughed.

"Then fight me. To make it semi fair to you, I won't even use my powers."

Spell crouched into a fighting stance, where she had a clear view of the oppenet, Logan did the same. They circled each other before Spell struck out, her fist catching him in the face. Then the fight really began, Spell making only one mistake, not trying her hardest. Still, the fight was pretty even, the students stoping to stare. Finally, Logan pinned Spell to the ground. She had not even broken a sweat, neither had really tried to win. Staring into the eyes that the now broken sunglasses revealed, Logan realized that. They stood up.

"For your prize.."

Spell kissed him. Her fingers moved into his hair as they kissed. They were interrupted by a yelp from Remy and a growl from an unknown man.

"Worth it?"

Her voice was back to normal. She turned to the man that had growled.

"Brian, calm down."

"Spell, what the heck do you think you're doing?"

"Hey Brian! Newsflash! 192 birthdays an errent teenager does not make."

"Just came to tell ya' Flash is comin' down for her birthday this weekend. Chuck already agreed, I'm pretty good friends with him."

"Yeah, I know. Ok. Now go home and watch Sabey for me."

"Yeah, my favorite chore..."

Brian said with mock enthusiasm Mutters and swears as he stalkes off.

Then she slid over to Gambit.

"We need to talk, how about dinner?"

Her voice was almost pleading. Gambit almost asked her if she knew what she did when she did that.

Against all good sense his mouth formed the words.

"Pick me up at 9:00, 'k Cher'e."