"Hell of a way to travel," Logan muttered as Pix teleported the two of them back to her apartment. She had already made a few trips, bringing Glitch, Fauve, her supplies and the rabbits.

"You get used to it," said Glitch, reassuringly.

"Are you?" Logan raised an eyebrow.

"No, but Pix obviously is."

"Normal transportation is highly overrated." said Pix smugly. "Besides, I can't exactly stop being a mutant, so I might as well get used to it. Anyway, this so-called school. What is it?"

"It's exactly what I said it was: a school for mutant kids." said Logan.

"And they'll probably want to teach us to use our powers correctly, right?" asked Glitch. "Because we already know how."

"Well, Xavier doesn't want you to start a grudge against humanity and use your power to kill people."

"Darn it," sighed Fauve sarcastically.

"But are there actually classes? Regular school classes, like history and English and math?" Pix asked.

Logan nodded.

"I wouldn't mind going back to school," said Pix thoughtfully.

"Loser," muttered Fauve.

"I'd like to go through life with more than a seventh grade education!" Pix snapped. "I tried to go to school after I left, but it turns out you need parents to do that. And mine sure as hell won't take me back."

"I though you said you were an orphan?" asked Logan.

Pix shook her head. "They didn't want a mutant for a daughter. Sometimes I wish they really had died." A tear betrayed her true feelings and she wiped it angrily away.

Glitch broke the uncomfortable silence. "I think we should go," she said. "And if we don't like it, we can leave."

"There are guys there, right?" asked Fauve.

"Yeah." said Logan, with an idea as to what her next question would be.

"Hot guys?"

"Er…" Logan had no idea how to answer.

"Fauve!" cried Glitch and Pix.

"Alright, we'll go." said Pix, glad that Fauve had cheered her up. "But I don't know where we're going, exactly, so we can't go my way."

Logan really had no idea how to get the girls to the school, seeing as he hadn't planned on finding them in the first place. All he had was Scott's motorcycle, which definitely wasn't big enough for all of them. "Hey," he said to Pix. "Can I use your phone?"

"Um, yeah, it's right in the kitchen." said Pix, pointing.

A minute later, he was talking to Jean Grey.

"You want to use the jet for what?" she asked. Logan could see the scene in the mansion: Jean with her eyebrows raised, and the other X-men listening in, with Scott calling him an idiot.

"I told you, I've got three mutant teens here. They want to come to the school."

"Scott wants to know if you're sure they're mutants, or if you're just drunk."

"Give him the finger for me. One of them almost burned my face off, and another has teleported me twice already."

"Teleported?"

"Yes," said Logan, quickly growing more and more annoyed. "Just bring the jet, and meet us at the piers."

"Alright, we'll come."

Logan hung up and went back into Pix's living room to find the three girls looking at him expectantly.

"Did we hear the word 'jet'?" asked Glitch.

"Not that we were eavesdropping, of course." added Pix.

"Glitch absolutely did not tap into the phone line." said Fauve firmly.

"Anyway, jet?" finished Glitch, hands clasped in mock innocence.

Already annoyed, Logan just growled, "Go get all your stuff together."

The girls looked gleeful and triumphant as they started getting ready.

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Tolly: Sorry if I didn't get Wolverine entirely right. I'm not an X-men junkie. Many thanks to the real Glitch and Fauve, without whom this could not be possible, and without whom I would have been lonely at GIA (not counting certain other members of IMAO. If you know what that is, then I both applaud you and miss you)