Disclaimer: I own nothing, none of the characters, places, or names. Just the situations.

A/N: Kindergarten situation for the X-Men, based on Evolution and a few friends of mine's ideas. Spiderman included in this fic (He does fit… It is proved in the comics…) If some of the pairings are weird, blame Mrs Jean Grey Summers board (though it rocks beyond belief). Oh and I'm gonna say they know Logan's proper name, as it seems weird not to if I do know… Just an opinion and just this fic…


An empty classroom. A smiling young woman and a gruff, scowling man looking around it. The woman clasped her hands together and pulled at the man's arm. "Oh stop scowling Logan, it is perfect for the students."

"Hmph." Logan retorted, not even giving her the grace of a proper answer.

"Now now Logan, you returned of your own free will." Professor Charles Xavier wheeled into the room, positively beaming.

He owned the mansion and its grounds, but never tried to harness the will of the people in them. Thankfully, two old friends and once students, Ororo Monroe and James 'Logan' Howlett had consented to working along side him as he built a home for mutant children everywhere, a safe haven and a training centre. He had his reasons, he wanted to protect the humans, but that was a minor concern compared to helping the children to control their powers and be able to live in a world that hated and despised anyone or thing different.

"Yer right Chuck, but I don't have t' like this idea o' yours. Takin' kids in here and teachin' 'em? It'll be suicide; kids are more trouble than you'd think."

Ororo chuckled beside him, earning a glare. She patted his arm gently. "It's okay Logan, I won't let the six year olds hurt you, a grown man with a mutant healing factor."

In response to this, Logan made a mocking 'ha ha' noise before slumping back to lean against the newly painted cream walls. The room itself was decorated well, though plain colours had been used. Cream for the walls, white for the ceiling, deep red for the floor (to hide irremovable stains) and white for the window sills and door frame. There were however pictures up, some cartoons, some serious pieces, though they all added to the atmosphere of a child's area, be it one of playing or one of learning.

"Charles, I think it has begun." Another voice came from the foyer, and Charles smiled in greeting.

"I'm glad you have joined us Erik."

"Why would I not Charles? I have my own children to bring here, and no matter what you may say, or your 'Wolverine' may say, I do want them to be safe."

Erik Lensherr shook Charles' hand firmly and kissed Ororo's, just nodding to Logan. He knew that Logan didn't think too highly of him, especially as his and Charles' opinions on mutants and humans differed. However he had two children by his side, one holding each hand and staring around the mansion as if it were Disney world.

"Daddy! It's sooooo big…" The curly brown haired girl told Erik, tugging on his hand.

"Leggo! I wanna play!" The other, a silver haired boy yelled, trying to tug his hand out of his fathers.

Erik scowled at the boy and smiled at his daughter. "Pietro! Wait! And yes Wanda, It is, isn't it? This is daddy's friend Charles Xavier, say hello darling."

Pietro grinned and spat on his other hand sticking it out to Ororo rather than Charles. "Hello darling!"

Wanda blushed and grinned at her twin's antics, hiding behind Erik as the three strangers laughed. Letting go of her daddy's hand, she stepped forward and smiled up at Charles. "Hello. I'm Wanda."

"Hello Wanda. It's lovely to meet you." Charles beamed down at her and turned his wheelchair so she could see the room that had been prepared. "Would you like to stay and play in my kindergarten?"

Nodding eagerly, Wanda looked back up at Erik who nodded, before venturing into the room and looking around in quiet awe. Pietro grew impatient as his father wouldn't 'leggo', as he put it. He began to make a high pitched whining noise that he knew would annoy Erik. After a brief moment, Erik let go and turned back to leave.

"YIPPEE!" Pietro yelled and tore off into the room to bug his sister, using his superspeed.

Charles laughed quietly and turned around to speak to Erik. Ororo resignedly sat down in one of the chairs and watched the twins, Logan stood by the door, leaning against the wall and asking himself why he'd come back for this.

"Erik? Aren't you going to stay?"

"No." Erik stopped at the front door and opened it slowly. "I have people to see Charles, and my children are not safe if they are with me. Here you will protect them, I trust you old friend."

Softening at these words, Charles still wheeled forward. "But still, I could use help, if you were to offer it?"

"No Charles. I am sorry, but we cannot see eye to eye on a few matters. My colleague Mystique will be bringing her child here. Be kind to her, she is doing the best for her. Now I take my leave."

"Goodbye Erik." Charles said sadly as his friend left, knowing the next time they met it would not be in true friendship. Logan made a small noise behind him and Professor Xavier twisted his head to smile. "It was going to happen Logan, at least his children are safe. I intend to keep them that way for as long as I possibly can."

Logan nodded and turned back to watch the twin's antics, smothering a laugh as Wanda blasted Pietro back after he had pulled her hair.

"Pie-pie! Do not touch my hair!"

"But Wa-wa! Barney told me to!"

Wanda stuck her tongue out at him and picked up two blocks, slamming them together hard, startling her brother enough to make him go across to a toy train and play with it sulking. Ororo smiled and went across to the girl, who was now building a tower of blocks carefully.

"Hello Wanda, may I join you?" Wanda looked up and smiled at Ororo.

"Yes please. You're be'utiful. How does you get your hair that way?"

Ororo touched her white locks and smiled, kneeling by Wanda and her tower. "I was born with it that way, and thank you. I think you are beautiful too, matching brown hair and eyes. It's very very very lovely."

Grinning even more, Wanda turned to say something and accidentally knocked her blocks over. Her lower lip trembling, she stared at the fallen blocks in horror. Ororo sensed there was more to Wanda's sudden mood change than just the blocks being knocked over. She hugged the little girl and spoke quietly to her.

"What's wrong dear? You can tell me, I'm not horrid, and I won't tell anyone unless you want me to."

Wanda sniffed into Ororo's arms, closing her own smaller arms around her in a hug. "My mommy had hair and eyeses like mine… But she's in heaven now, and I don't get to see her ever."

Ororo hugged Wanda tighter and spoke in a softer voice. "My mother is also in heaven child, and I don't see her either, or my father. And my sister and I don't get along very well, so I remain here. You are a very lucky girl to look like your mother, she must've been very beautiful, just like you."

Startled by Ororo's confession, Wanda stepped back and dried her eyes with her sleeve. A small twinkle came back to her eyes and she tried to smile again. The older girl smiled encouragingly. "There she is, now that smile makes you twice as beautiful again!"

Giggling and blushing slightly, Wanda jumped as the front door slammed, clinging to Ororo tightly as if she could protect her. Ororo put a hand soothingly on top of Wanda's head and stood up, so Wanda was now holding onto one of Ororo's trouser legs with both hands.

A blonde woman walked into the mansion, holding her little girl firmly by a gloved hand. She threw a look around the place and sighed, her face shifting until it was a blue colour with yellow eyes and red hair. The girl scowled up at her.

"Anna, don't." The woman said sternly as Logan stepped forward. "Ah, I presume one of Charles' workers?"

"And if I'm not?" Logan answered threateningly, not drawing his claws because of the little ones. "Mystique ya droppin' the kid or not?"

"I am, it's just…" Her eyes filled with tears and she picked Anna up to hug her tightly. Putting her back on her feet, Mystique knelt down and took both of her hands in hers. "Anna, I want you to be good, as good as you are for me."

Anna nodded boredly and looked away whilst Mystique straightened and kiss her fingertips before pressing them onto the top of Anna's head. "Run along and play."

Following her mother's instructions, Anna walked into the kindergarten and scowled at Pietro before he even opened his mouth, scaring him slightly. Wanda held onto Ororo still, though she grinned at Pie-pie's scared expression, immeadiately warming to the strange new girl.

"Logan, be good to her, and no skin contact. It's her power, it leeches, drains, whatever… Don't tell her about me, not one word." Mystique's eyes brimmed with tears again as she looked at Logan harshly. "If any of you harms her-"

"We won' Raven, I give ya my word on it, let alone Chuck's." Logan said calmly, a little worried by the usually detached Mystique's lack of control. She forcibly smiled and shape-shifted again this time into Erik. She nodded to Logan and took one last look at her little Anna before storming out of the door.

Logan shook his head and looked back at the angry little girl, scratching the back of his head and wondering what to do with her. Giving up the train of thought for now he went looking for Charles, thinking that he should know Anna's powers.

Slowly, Wanda let go and went over to the girl who was now staring at the wall as if it was pure evil. She sat down next to her and folded her hands in front of her, humming a little, before breaking the silence.

"I'm Wanda."

The girl looked at her as if she wasn't impressed and went back to staring at the wall. Wanda felt a little angry, but tried again a moment later. "Do you have a name too?"

Narrowing her eyes, as if daring Wanda to disturb her staring again, the girl opened her mouth then snapped it shut. She looked at the wall sideways then muttered a reply, going back to glaring.

"Rogue."

"Right." Wanda bit her lip and stood up again. "I'll just go and play then. You can come. If you want."

Without waiting, she flounced off back to Ororo, who patiently stood waiting, a little worried by the girls behaviour and wondering where Logan could've got to. She never-the-less knelt down again and helped Wanda rebuild her tower.

Pietro grinned at Wanda's failed attempt and decided to try himself. He picked up his train and took it across, slamming it down next to the girl. He smiled smugly when she jumped and looked at him. "Wanna play?"

"No, ah don't." The girl answered glaring now at him, speaking with a thick Mississippi accent. Pietro tried again, happy he'd got more words said to him than his sister had.

"Why not? Trains is fun. You can make them crash!"

Rogue/Anna smiled suddenly, amused by the boy's notion. "Ah'm Rogue. An' ah don't wanna play rahgt now. Can ah play later?"

Pietro grinned widely, nodding, before beginning to talk and boast. "Even though you're a girl, I'll let you. I'll save you the second best train case you come 'cross to me. I'm Pietro. I can ran faster than anyone."

After dropping her smile, Rogue nodded and put her head on her arms, now just staring at the wall, rather than glaring. Pietro, satisfied, went back across to the toys and began to make huge noises as he made the cars 'explode' and crash. He was so immersed in his game, he didn't hear the new arrivals.

Three harassed looking six-year olds stood together in the hall. They all looked bored and annoyed. Staring round though, two had the courtesy to look amazed at the mansion. The one who didn't was scowling at the floor and wondering when they'd kick them out of here.

"Psst, Lance? What's up man?" Fred Dukes nudged him slightly and looked up at the girl approaching them.

"Hi, are these the guys for the Xavier Kindergarten? I'm one of the supervisors, Ororo Monroe." She shook the hand of the stern woman standing next to the three.

"Fred Dukes. Lance Alvers. Todd Tolensky. They are trouble makers, be alert Miss Monroe, especially Lance, he appears to be the ring leader."

Lance scowled at the woman in disgust and sent a look at Ororo that plainly said 'I dare you to try and stop me'. Ororo smiled faintly and nodded. The woman turned and left quickly, thankful that they were finally off her hands. She prayed that the three wouldn't be returning to them any time soon, then possibly the other kids would get fostered or adopted.

"Hey boys. You wanna go in there and play?" Ororo asked them, bending down to look each one in the eye.

Todd nodded and froze seeing Wanda inside the room. Fred snickered as he saw what Todd was looking at, Lance quickly caught on and smiled.

"I'm in love, yo…" Todd told his friends, not taking his eyes off Wanda. "She has hair like chocolate man."

Lance rolled his eyes and looked at Ororo. "So what if we do? You gonna tell us not to?"

Shaking her head, Ororo smiled at the stubborn boy. "No, I'll agree with you and say 'Go right ahead'."

All three pairs of eyes widened and fixed on her in surprise. Todd grinned and yelled his thanks, bouncing off to introduce himself to the chocolate haired girl. Lance folded his arms and stormed past her, heading for the window to look out of. Fred looked at Ororo and laughed.

"Gee, thanks lady!"

He hitched up his trouser legs and ran toward the doors to try and hang out with the other guys in there. Ororo was about to follow them back in when she heard another knock on the door. Standing outside were two angry kids and two angry parents. Both father's dragged their respective child in and stood holding them back from each other.

"Watch it mate, my son has a fiery temper!" One man warned with an Australian accent, holding back his blonde haired son who held a box of matches in one hand trying to get at the smug looking brown haired boy opposite him.

"I t'ink dat if your boy tries t' hurt my son den he be in big trouble." The other man spoke calmly, letting go of his son. "Remy, keep away from dat dere flameball."

Remy grinned mockingly and nodded. "No problem pa, he don't scare Remy anyway."

Ororo stepped between them and a wind rose suddenly around them, her eyes turned white and she shot an angry look at the parents. "ENOUGH!"

All four looked startled and stopped talking, each taking a step away from the woman. The other kids in the room all stared openly at Ororo, wondering how she did that. Calming down, Ororo dropped the wind and straightened herself out.

"Right. I am Ororo Monroe, one of the supervisors. As you have just seen, I am sure I can handle your sons. Now would you care to tell me who each of you are?"

The father and son that were so obviously from New Orleans stepped forwards. "I be Jean-Paul LeBeau. Dis is my here son, Remy LeBeau. He's s'pposed to be joinin' t'day?"

"Yes, okay, hello Remy. Now you sir?"

The other pair looked daggers at the LeBeau's before the son spoke. "I'm John, St John Allerdyce. Or Pyro. This is me dad, that's all you need t' know lady."

His father nodded in agreement and patted John's shoulder. "Right, I'll be off John, remember to thank Mister Xavier f'r havin' you 'ere. I'll come pick you up when I can."

John nodded and ignored the others, walking into the room full of curious kids, who hurriedly went back to their tasks. Jean-Paul looked to Ororo, then back at Remy. "Be good, you know de others aint to pleased at you right now, so I be back when it's safe for you again."

" 'Bye." Remy said quietly and wandered across to the room, heading for Rogue, wondering why she'd be staring at the wall.

Ororo watched the two parents leave and sighed, leaning against the door, tired already. She blew air from her lips so her fringe flipped up and walked back across to the children, knowing there would be more soon.

Logan came back moments later and watched Ororo trying to sort out the fighting Todd and Wanda. He grinned, then went in to try and help her. Charles stopped outside the room and looked in to see how things were going. Already there were so many, it was a good thing, yet he had a sneaking suspicion he was going to need more help.


By the way – Wanda obviously doesn't hate her father yet, as she's only six.

- Todd's feelings are funny, so I thought they'd be in early.

- Rogue's smile was that someone wasn't avoiding her, or treating her differently.

- Some characters may seem OOC, but remember they're six…

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