Author's Note: Short chapter, yes, but I'm still not sure about continuing this. Depends on what kind of feedback I get on the next few chapters. Anyway, I threw in just the slightest bit of RoLo for you guys. Tell me what you think.

xXx

Modern day…

"I found it, Ms. Munroe!" shouted Rogue jubilantly after finally laying her hands on the bell schedule, "If it had been a snake, it would've bitten us."

"Really?" the new headmistress of The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters abandoned the pile of papers that she'd been shifting through. Rogue nodded and handed her the paper. Ororo Munroe's eyes scanned it briefly, and then the excitement left them and she sighed.

"Rogue, dear, this is the bell schedule from last year," she said gently.

"It is?" the girl asked. Ororo nodded and handed it to her, directing her attention to the top of the page.

"See, it says '04-'05 school year, and it has the Professor's signature of approval on the bottom here," she pointed out, "We need the one for '05-'06, and I need to sign it."

"Aww, I'm sorry, Ms. Munroe. I just saw the words 'bell schedule' and freaked out," the girl apologized. Ororo shook her head and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"That's all right, child. In the end, all of this is my fault for losing the schedule in the first place," she replied, strolling over to her desk and continuing her search, "Goddess, I am so disorganized! Tell me honestly, Rogue, do you think that I'm doing a terrible job with all of this? Professor Xavier would never have lost the bell schedule, or anything else for that matter."

Rogue shook her head, "Nah, Ms. Munroe, you've just been under a lot of stress lately, and anyway, it's only your first year doing this. Think about it; the Professor had been at it since you were a student. He had a lot of years of practice. That's all you need. I think you'll do a great job. Anyway, under the circumstances, you're the only one who's capable of this kind of thing. It's either you, or no one."

A forceful knock on the frame of the open door of the office made both women jump. When they turned to face their intruder, they saw Logan standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee and an apologetic look on his face.

"Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to scare ya."

"That's fine, Logan. Is there anything that you need?" Ororo inquired.

"Well, umm…I just…did you know that the smell of stress is incredibly overpowering and disorienting?" he asked. Ororo frowned in confusion and Rogue giggled at the randomness of his comment.

"Yeah," Logan continued, "All I've smelled all week in this house has been stress over one thing or another, and it's driving me over the edge. So, for purely selfish reasons, of course, I've decided to go around from classroom to classroom and offer my services to anyone who needs them, ya know, to minimize the stress levels. I sensed a lot of stress coming from this room, and wondered if I could do anything to help."

Rogue laughed once again, but was silenced by a look of agitation from Ororo, who stepped forward and handed a stack of papers to Logan.

"If you're serious," she said, "Then we could really use someone to help us sort through all of this mess. We're looking for the bell schedule for this year. I decided to modify it a bit, but after typing it up, I set it down in a stack of other papers and haven't seen it since."

"No problem," he replied, taking the stack and beginning his quest for the missing bell schedule. While the two adults were both preoccupied, Rogue took the opportunity to watch each of them, particularly Logan, who was stealing glances in Ororo's direction as he sifted through his paper pile. Finally, the silence of the room was broken as Logan let out a loud, "Ah ha!"

"What? Did you find it?" Ororo asked, moving towards him and taking the paper from his hands, "Oh, Goddess, Logan, you found it! Thank you so much!" In an unexpected show of gratefulness, she threw her arms around his neck and gave him a squeeze.

"You know, at first I wondered if it would be a good idea to let you teach all of Scott's old training classes, but you're already proving yourself to be one of my greatest assets, and school hasn't even started yet," she mused.

"Yeah, well, uhh…thanks," Logan said, giving her a pat on the back and then pulling away, "I'm…umm…gonna run off and see if there are anymore good deeds to be done." With that, he was gone, leaving Ororo stunned and Rogue giggling and smiling knowingly.

"What are you laughing at?" the headmistress demanded of her student.

"Oh, c'mon, Ms. Munroe, you honestly don't know?" the girl asked.

"Know what?" inquired Ororo, taking a sip of her bottled water.

"He wants you," Rogue said. Her opinion, and the casualness with which she gave it, shocked the older woman, who began to choke on her water.

"What…are you…talking about?" she asked in between coughs.

"He was totally checking you out while you weren't looking," Rogue explained, "Anyway, all that crap about helping people out 'to minimize the stress levels' is bull. Have you ever known Logan to do something helpful for someone 'just because?' You're the only one that he wants to help, because you're the only one whose stress level he gives a damn about."

Ororo shook her head, "You're letting your imagination run away with you."

"You really think so, don't you?" Rogue teased.

"Rogue, get out of my office," the headmistress ordered.

"Hey," the girl cried, "I'm just the messenger; don't punish me for being perceptive!"

"I'm serious, Rogue, out!" Ororo pointed to the door.

"Fine," Rogue sighed, giggling as she exited the room and closed the door behind her. Once she was gone, she slumped onto her desk, her head in her hands. "Rogue better keep her theories to herself," she thought. The situation that she and the rest of the faculty, most of whom were newly hired and had never taught under circumstances such as these before, was precarious enough. The last thing that Ororo needed at this point was a "Wolverine has the hots for Storm" rumor floating around the school.