John had his baseball bat yanked out of his hands and he glared at Logan, who, for the most part, was naked.

Okay, not naked, but he wasn't wearing anything but a rather worn and ripped pair of shorts... that had a rather dangerous rip near the crotch.

"Give it back!" John snapped, jumping to grab the bat, but Logan merely held it above his head, thus, John got a good view of his rippling muscles, since his nose was now mere inches away from Logan's chest.

Most girls would die to see Logan's muscles up close, but, as most would know; John wasn't a girl.

"GIVE IT BACK, YOU MOTHER F--"

BZZT

"YAARRGHH!"

THUD

"Language, John!" Ororo snapped, looking down at the crumpled boy at Logan's feet, her hair crackling with electricity as she stomped over to the two of them.

John merely let out a growl, rubbing his tingling legs.

Logan poked John in the side of the head with the baseball bat, looking over at the African-American woman who was standing over the boy. "What's goin' on, Storm?"

Ororo sighed softly, tightening the belt that was holding her dressing-gown around her. "Apparently Bobby dropped snow down John's pants to wake him up."

Logan's eyes widened and he shuddered. "Oooh, fuck."

John glared up at the two adults, his legs tingling, vaguely wondering why Logan was allowed to swear, and he wasn't.

Logan knelt down and patted John's shoulder in a somber manner, the baseball bat held at his side. "Kid, you're very brave to be walking around after what happened to you, since you don't have a healing mutation."

Bobby heaved himself onto his feet, giggling slowly subsiding. "Kitty?"

Kitty looked up, while Siryn and Jubilee looked up also, Rogue watching her boyfriend questioningly from the bed.

"I need to get outta here." Bobby said simply.

John raised an impossibly slender eyebrow. "He didn't exactly drop it down my pants... So to say... More or less, on my stomach..." he said slowly.

Logan let out a breath, the smell of alcohol wafting over John's face. "Phew. Havin' ya wiener frozen off would've been a bad way to go."

John nodded, agreeing whole-heartedly.

"Bobby!" blinked Storm.

John's head whipped around so fast his neck cracked.

Bobby's head was currently poking out of the door, Kitty's beside it.

"How are you feeling, dear little Johnny?" Bobby grinned at Pyro, Kitty looking slightly nervous.

"I'm fine, Bobby." John gritted through his teeth. "But believe me, i'll get you back. I will..."

"Sure you will, little man." smirked Bobby, while Ororo gave Logan a questioning look, and Logan merely shrugged and stood.

"Ooh. Suave. Very suave." John purred, his lips quirked in a small smirk, his hand wandering to the baseball bat that was lying on the floor beside him.

"You didn't even deny it." Bobby grinned, raising his eyebrows innocently.

"Excuse me?" blinked John, his fingers slowly curling around the cold metal of the bat.

"That you're little." Bobby breathed, placing delicate stress on the last word, a completely and utterly innocent look upon his face.

John straitened and Kitty squeaked, his cheeks paled, while her cheeks flushed.

"... you... BASTARD!"

WHAM

Bobby only just yanked his and Kitty's heads out of the door before the baseball bat crashed into it, the two of them stumbling back a few paces as John continued to pummel the door with the bat.

"BASTARD! BASTARD! BASTARD!" John screamed.

Ororo grabbed John and yanked the struggling teen away from the door, looking pleadingly at Logan as Pyro continued to scream fluently in curse words.

"Don' look at me." Logan said simply, scratching his messy head of hair, making no move to help Storm. "It's not like i'm his teacher."

"What is it with boys and comparing penis-sizes?" Jubilee asked innocently from upon Rogue's bed when Kitty removed her hand from Bobby's and sat on her bed with Siryn, Rogue slowly digesting what was happening.

"Habit and curiosity for the outcome." Bobby answered offhandedly, looking at the seemingly innocent door, that was now still.

Ororo shoved John into Logan's arms and gave him a glare before hurrying down the hallway.

John made to attack the door again, and Logan sighed, grabbing the teen's wrists. "Why me?" sighed the elder mutant in an ever-suffering voice.

"Lemme go!" John screamed, thrashing in Logan's grasp with more energy than one would expect from someone who was woken up in a rather rude manner.

"Hey, John!"

John and Logan looked to their right to see Bobby walking through one of the walls down the hall, Kitty in tow.

Logan had to grab John around the middle and pick him up, to stop the teen sprinting at the other teen. "You're not helping, Bobby!" growled Wolverine.

Bobby gave Kitty a grateful look, and the girl blushed and smiled, letting go of his hand before disappearing through the wall again.

click

whoosh!

"AARGHHH! NOT THE HAIR!"

thud

Bobby's eyes widened. "Oh shit."

John grinned from down on the floor, Logan having dropped him, his eyes alight with a maniac fire, Logan's hair also alight, but literally. Logan stumbling around and bellowing in rage, before running down the opposite hall to find some water.

Turning, Bobby ran like the dogs of hell were after him, the hallways zooming past in the blur, feeling cold mist pour from his mouth, Bobby got an idea.

"YOU ARE SO DEAD, BOBBY!" John screamed with glee, sprinting after his prey.

Bobby watched as the staircase to downstairs came closer. Thrusting his hands out in front of him, ice streaked through at the air from Bobby's hands, engulfing the staircase and making it a glittering white slide.

((TBC. okay, i've figured out what i'm going to do. i'm half-way through the next chapter, and Bobby and John just kissed. so, i'm going to have two alternate chapters so i don't frighten anyone. so, for those who didn't get it; there will be TWO chapter FOURs after this. one SLASH, and one NOT SLASH. and i think it will most likely be the last chapter...s. if persuaded, i might do a sequel. i'm not really sure. i doubt it, though. oh, btw, THANK YOU FOR READING!))