AUTHOR'S NOTE: Can you imagine poor Hank's dandruff problems? Nuff said.

Selsun Blue

Jubilee hadn't needed the lecture from Xavier to set her bad mood. Logan wasn't talking to her, and beside that, she couldn't find Beast anywhere to ask for help with her chemistry test. The young X-Man kicked the wall as she passed the TV room, causing Rogue to jump and glare at her.

"Dang, girl, you tryin' ta' gimme a heart attack?"

"Sorry," Jubilee said sulkily, "I'm goin' to my room."

She continued down the hall, dragging her feet. On her way through the corridor, Bobby bumped past, completely devoid of all emotion as he droned toward Rogue's position. Jubilee laughed: They couldn't even kiss without getting hurt.

It hit her then, one of those sudden, irritating urges. She had to pee. Bad. Jubilee rushed into the bathroom, slammed the door, and sat down on the toilet to relieve herself.

"Pardon?" A voice came from the bathtub, and Jubilee nearly jumped out of her skin. She'd been too busy trying to go that she somehow hadn't noticed the giant, blue figure in the tub.

Hank had a back scratchier in one hand, and a bottle of Selsun Blue in the other. Jubilee covered herself quickly with her jacket so that the much older professor didn't get a glimpse of her nether regions.

"BEAST! WHAT'RE YOU DOING!"

"Bathing, I suppose," Hank answered calmly. "Have you ever had dandruff?"

"NO!" Jubilee was freaked out. Fully. "Why didn't you lock the door?"

"I expected whoever had to go to the restroom would have the courtesy to knock on the door before they intruded."

"This is too wrong," Jubilee said quietly. "Just . . . just close your eyes and I'll leave."

Beast put the shampoo down, covering his eyes with one enormous hand, "Certainly."