Rogue awoke to a loud scream somewhere upstairs and blinked, sitting up and looking at Kitty, Jubilee and Siryn, who were paying snakes and ladders on Kitty's bed.

"What's going on?" Rogue asked, rubbing her eyes lightly.

"I dunno." shrugged Kitty simply, sliding her piece down the snake on the board, eyeing Siryn suspiciously while Jubilee braided her hair.

Siryn poked her tongue out at Kitty and grinned.

At that moment, all four girls –and the rest of the mansion, for that matter– heard a loud crash, that resembled a rather expensive vase crashing against the wall.

All four girls stared at each other.

Suddenly, the door flew open and Bobby zoomed in, before slamming it shut again, panting and giggling like an idiot, his back against the door.

"Bobby?" Rogue and Kitty blinked.

WHAM

Bobby flinched, turning around and pushing desperately against the door, the door trembling as someone on the other side whacked something against it again.

WHAM

"Bobby?" Rogue blinked again. "What's going on?"

Bobby grinned over his shoulder at her, while Jubilee nudged Siryn in the shoulder and pointed at Bobby's pokemon boxer shorts.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKING BASTARD!" came a scream from behind the door, something being whacked against the door again, with impossible force.

The four girls exchanged a look while Bobby started giggling hysterically.

"Dude, are you high?" questioned Jubilee with raised eyebrows.

WHAM

"BASTARD! YOU COCK-SUCKING B--!"

"JOHN!"

The sound of something heavy falling to the ground echoed around the room, and Bobby pressed his ear against the door.

"Miss Monroe!"

"John! What is the meaning of this!"

Bobby grinned against the door.

Kitty and Siryn rummaged around in Kitty's bedside table for a camera.

John pointed at the door opposite him desperately, trying his best to do his best puppy-eyes look at the flustered teacher in front of him. "Bobby fucking--"

"Language, John!"

"Huh? Oh. Right. Well, Bobby woke me up by sticking snow down my pants, and I want to get him back, miss." John explained, noticing it sounded rather lame.

The african-american woman before him didn't look impressed, her fluffy blue night-gown billowing slightly at her feet, a delicate white eyebrow raised.

Suddenly, the door peeked open, there was a flash of light, then the door clicked closed again.

"Damn. John wasn't in boxer shorts." pouted Kitty, Siryn and Jubilee crowded around the photo with her.

Rogue sat there, on her bed, silent as a rock, wondering what, exactly, was going on.

Bobby sat with his back against the door, continuing to giggle.

Kitty, Jubilee and Siryn deduced, by looking very closely at the picture, that John was wearing HellBoy boxer shorts.

On the other side of the door, John picked up his metal baseball bat to attack the door again, but was stopped by a very disgruntled –and somehow visibly bed-headded– Wolverine.

"What the fuck you doin', Pyro?"

((TBC. you all talked me into it. and i thank you for it! ... anyway, i'm confused. i don't know if this should be slash or not. i've been asked to have this be not slash, and for this to be slash. hmmmm... anyway, i love you all, and yes, i will continue. XD))