Teacher's Pet: Turning the Tables

Jean replaced the last gizmo to the toaster she was assigned to rebuild by the end of lunch. Matilda watched with satisfaction as her pupil sipped on a soda while finishing her telekinetic task. Over the past week, she and Jean had become allies, though fighting telepathecally every now and again. Dispite the thirteen drinks spilled on one another's laps, and not to mention the hotfoot every now and again, plus messing with the shower knobs and blowing sandwiches up in one another's faces, they would happily defend one another against any pun said against the other.

"There." Jean said with finality. She sat back, her head still a little shaky from the concentration, otherwise she was just glad of a job well done. She leaned over the counter, resting her elbows on the counter as Matilda took mental inventory of the parts. Logan noted this delicious position and was on his way to the fridge. He pinched her, making her yip and straighten.

"How dare you!" She hissed. Logan laughed, opening the fridge.

"What're you gonna do about it." he commented. He frowned as a smirk crossed her lips.

Hey Matilda, you thinking what I am? she asked. Matilda didn't look up as she answered, whispering a plan in Jean's head. Jean's smirk grew wider.

"You, sir, are gonna pay for that sooner or later."

Logan nodded.

"Sure, sure."

Later that morning-

Logan stepped into the showering room after a long hour in the Danger Room. Although his healing factor pretty much prevented any real damage to his body, the things that happened in that one hour amazed him. He had been hit by a truck, which had been thrown by one of the goons, then by a bomb which he was sure he had disarmed. He sighed as he turned on the warm water in the men's locker room. Sinking into it's warmth, he took time to really enjoy it. For the ten seconds it lasted. It suddenly went cold. Logan gave a shout and leaped out from under the chilled water. He swore under his breath and went to turn the shower knob warmer. It squeaked, but did not produce hot water. Slamming his fist against the tile, he showered in the cold water, mumbling a profanity.

Afternoon-

"That's the fourth $!$! sandwhich today!" Logan bellowed, tossing the egg salad sandwich remains on his shirt into the garbage. So far, he had tried tuna, turkey, roast beef, and now egg salad. Every single sandwhich had blown up in his face. After scraping the last bit of the sandwich off his tank, he snatched a glass out of the cupboard above the counter and turned the sink on. He guided the glass towards the water, which to his surprise, swayed away from the glass. He followed the stream of water, only to have it sway away again.

Bobby entered the kitchen to a swearing Wolverine. He was standing at the sink looking down at the facit, shoulders hunched. Bobby watched him for five minutes, hearing him swear for the sixth time. Finally, he walked over to Logan to see what the problem was and held back a laugh as he watched Wolverine trying to get a glass of water, which continued to elude his glass. The tiniest of giggles escaped before Bobby could catch it, and Logan looked up in rage at Bobby, who was already running for cover. Wolverine threw the glass in the direction of the swinging kitchen door Bobby had just ducked past laughing as he went.

Later that Afternoon-

Logan stumbled, falling flat on his face. His temper was high for the rest of the day. So far, he hadn't been able to eat or drink anything. Everything that he tried to eat would explode or disappear before his very eyes. His shoes had come untied once again. How! his mind roared. How, do you trip in BOOTS! He sat there thinking, and for the first time, he grasped the idea the Jeannie and Matilda were torturing him.

"Knock it off!" he roared to the ceiling.

In the room just beyond it, Jean and Matilda huddled next to the door, holding back their laughter.

Dinner-

Logan sat at the dinner table. This was the worst day of his life. After he had tied his shoes earlier that day for the third time, they came untied just as Dazzler was walking through the front door. Tripping was enevitable, and he landed directly on top of Dazzler. Ali had been rather displeased, blowing him out the front door of the school with a hyper sonic blast. His snack hovered away from him, and the water he intended to drink(and had finally gotten into the cup) tipped over. Then the bathroom door which he locked came unlocked somehow as Rogue had entered, exiting rather quickly after finding him on the toilet. He'd been hit by too many things to count, not to mention Kurt, who after a short interrogation, admitted that Jean paid him two dollars to do.

Now as he sat at the dinner table with Xavier, Scott, Kurt, Jean, Matilda, and a few others, he felt relieved. He had witnesses now, and if Matilda or Jeannie tried to pull any kind of their shenanigans, Xavier could just fix it telepathecally. On the table before him sat a plate of hot steamy, extra cheesy lasagna. His stomach growled, craving the food that had been denied.

Matilda and Jean held back their smiles. They had almost died laughing when Ali had so perfectly shot him in the stomach, sending him flying out the doors. Now came their last prank, which had been okayed by Charles himself.

Logan grabbed his fork and almost plowed right into the lasagna. Unfortunately, the lasagna reached his face first. The plate slammed into his face, spraying lasagna all over the wall behind him. He sat motionless as the plate dropped off his face and onto his lap, looking annoyed beyond words. The water filled glass to his left levitated and slowly poured all over his head, drenching his shirt and pants. Staring at the two women laughing beyond control sitting across the table, Logan felt his temper rise.

"Now Logan, before losing all sense of reality, you have to realize whens someone says you'll pay, naturally, you'll get some payback. I do believe you owe these girls an apology if you ever want to eat a normal sandwhich again." Charles said, dabbing his mouth of any cheese. Logan's head turned slowly to look at the professor, who blinked at the thoughts Logan transmitted to him. Chuckling he shook his head.

"Logan says he's sorry and wants you to please stop the pranks so he can bathe, eat, drink, and walk in peace." The girls, still laughing, managed to nod through the tears on their face.

A/N: I know it was long winded, but I LOVED writing this. I hope it makes up for that cruddy chappie I wrote just before it. So many Ideas, so little time! Enjoy!

Godsspiker!