Short A/N: Thanks to the people who reviewed my last chapter, that rocked as this is my first fic for this movie. And thanks for pointing out my spelling error, that helped a lot!

"So, what're we going to do?"

"What'd you mean, 'what are we going to do'?" Logan inquired gruffly, pushing aside the bottles of pills and multivitamins that lined the shelf of the medical room, "And will you stop pacing until I can find the damn Advil?"

Bobby shot him back a relatively dirty look, and leaned against one of the metal counters, crossing his arms and staying silent, much to Logan's relief. His head was splitting now, thanks to the combination of stress and his little morning bender, and had only been growing worse with Bobby's constant talking since he'd returned from Rogue's room without success.

"You didn't answer my question." Bobby remarked, and stood to pace again just as Logan's hand finally reached the bottle of pain killer, "We need to do something. How can you not have a plan?"

"Hey, look, we don't need a plan. Rogue's old enough and smart enough to take care of herself." Logan assured him, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice. The drumming of his pounding head was making it especially hard for him to keep his temper, even when, given his own way, he would have fully agreed with him. Dropping a couple of pills into his hand, he tossed them into his mouth and swallowed them dry as he put the bottle back up on the shelf. When he turned himself around to finally face him, he noticed just how tense he was, almost as if something bad had already happened to her. The odd thing was that Logan's gut feeling matched the nervous tension of the young man across from him.

"How can you not be worried?" Bobby pried, and then rubbed his forehead with one hand as he stopped and leaned on the counter again. When he spoke again after waiting for an answer from him with no luck, he was more resigned and quiet, "I just... I wish I would have tried harder to make her feel... I don't even know, appreciated, I guess."

Thrown off by his sudden mood shift, Logan tried to interrupt, "Kid, it's not your-"

"Don't tell me what is and isn't my fault!" He snapped, suddenly, yelling. Logan almost took a step backwards, but held his ground and prepared himself for more yelling. Nothing came. Bobby leaned back again on the counter and hung his head as though he were adrift and out of options and was tired of fighting the tide. When he spoke again, there was very little emotion there, which was something Logan hadn't seen from him ever before, "Fine. If you don't want to help, I'll just stop bothering you then."

With that, he turned from the room and stepped out in silence, leaving Logan alone.

There was something about how he looked right before he left, confused and troubled, that seemed almost to speak to Logan in a way that began to make him a little uncomfortable. As he stood in the now noiseless room, he shook his head and looked at the ground, wondering what to do. His brain told him to leave it alone and let it pass, but he couldn't help but remember similar instances where he'd done the stupid thing and it had ended up working. But even if he did want to try to do something, what could he do? He had to stay at the school and help Storm and assuming Rogue was telling the truth about where she was headed, something which he doubted, there was no one at the school with powers strong enough to locate a single person anymore.

Then you have to assume she isn't lying to you. He concluded. But then who could catch up to her in time?

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"Hmm, I see your three and raise you five more."

"Man, Mr. Wagner, you got a full house or something?" A teenaged boy asked, glancing at his cards again as the other three students sitting in the circle –a girl and three more boys- did the same.

"Es ist possible." He answered with a small, concealing smile as he laid his cards back down casually, his tail flicking behind him.

The girl in the circle abruptly raised her head, sending her brown-red ponytail swishing in an arc that almost whipped the kid next to her, "Uh oh guys, a professor is coming..."

"Which one, Jenna?" The teenage boy asked, but hadn't yet bothered to be alarmed. He brushed back some of his black hair from his eyes and moved around the cards in his hand

"Hold on, I'm not that fast. I think," She closed her eyes for a second, "Its Professor Logan."

"Positive?"

"Of course I am, Tom."

"Then don't bother hiding the cards, he's not going to care." Tom told the others, picking his own back up, "It's my turn."

As Tom made his next move, calling Kurt's raise, Logan entered the room. Stepping up to the small group sitting in a circle on the floor, his eyes wandered from the players to the cards to the large stack of candy in the center. Amused, he folded his arms, not even bothering to look stern.

"Poker, huh?" He said, and continued curiously, with mock gravity, "Isn't that a little risky? You never know when one of the professors could just come on in and put and end to your little game."

"That's why we play with Jen." Tom said without glancing up as he nudged to boy next to remind him to make a call. Jen shot him a withering glare from over her cards.

"What, psychic or something?" Logan questioned her curiously, raising an eyebrow in some disbelief. Even after coming to believe the whole mutation 'magic' powers thing, there were still certain unexplainable issues where his mind drew the line.

"No, well, not really. I can just identify people by their...well, aura, I guess, but only if they're close. I'm not too good yet." She answered, not meeting anyone's eyes and sounding slightly embarrassed by the whole thing, "That's not why Tom keeps inviting me, though; he's just waiting for his chance to finally beat me."

Tom snorted, "Yeah, whatever."

"Neat." Logan said and then turned his head back down to look at Kurt, "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Kurt glanced up and nodded, "Of course." Turning back to the circle he put down his cards and folded, much to the dismay of the others in the group.

Standing, he followed Logan out of the room as Jenna waved goodbye to both of them with a smile. They stopped right outside the door and Logan closed it behind them.

"Was ist es, Professor Logan?" Kurt asked as soon as Logan backed away from the door and glanced down both halls suspiciously, although it seemed to him that every direction was empty.

"I need to ask you a favor." He began, cautiously. If there was one thing he'd always hated doing, it was putting himself in debt to another person. It gave them too much control.

"Rogue left and I think Bobby's going to do something stupid unless he knows she's okay." Of course he'd used Bobby as an excuse, but it was sort of true in a way. The added benefit of giving his own mind some peace was just a lucky plus, "Do you think you could follow her?"

"Follow her?" Kurt asked, a little suspicious, "Without her knowing?"

"Yes." Logan answered quickly. It did sound a little...odd when said like that. He wasn't about to back off half way, nevertheless. He never did anything half way.

"Is she in danger?" Kurt questioned again, much to the annoyance of Logan, who had hoped, albeit foolishly, for his instant agreement.

"No, not yet. It's just more to calm the Iceman down, you know? The last thing we need is for another member to go AWOL on us." What was with people lately? Wasn't there a single person left with a 'yes' or 'no' answer? As if his nerves weren't fried enough already without all the uncertainty from everyone around him.

"Alright, I'll do it."

"You will?" Logan said doubtfully and then caught himself, "Okay, well, thanks. She said she was headed to the train station, and then to Canada. I'm not sure where."

"Do not worry, I will be able to find her." He promised him with a nod.

"I'm not." He argued, but not as firmly as he would have wished to. Kurt just nodded with a smile and headed towards the stairs.

Leaning against the wall, Logan sighed. Well, there was one problem taken care of for the time anyway. He couldn't just go back to his room now, though, he had to keep busy somehow and the last thing he wanted to do was start pacing up and down the halls like a crazed dog or something. Pausing, he opened back up the door to the room of students playing poker and went in.

"Ah, gambling. It's not every school that'll teach you how to do that."

"We knew before we came. Well, most of us anyway, Jen was trying to teach Kurt. Good thing he left, he was getting a little too good." Tom muttered, concentrating on his cards.

Jen looked up and asked, genuinely interested, "Do you know how to play?"

"Eh, I've played before." He said dismissively with a shrug.

"Yeah, right." Tom piped in sarcastically.

Logan's eyebrow raised and he sat down in the hole Kurt had left, "Don't believe me? Deal me in."

Maybe it was a little sad that he felt the need to keep up his reputation around a bunch of kids he'd just met, but heck, at least it gave him something to do. Other than think of course, which he'd had enough of for at least the rest of the week.