A/N: The women's names used in this chapter are the four main characters from Sex and the City. Thanks to the reviewers, too. Also, Gwen shows up in this chapter. Now: On with the show!

The Next Day

"And Logan, if you insist on having alcohol here, you must find a better spot to hide it. You know how teenagers can be," Professor Xavier told the man. Kurt and Scott were also there, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. Just a simple run through of the issues that had come up in the past week. Usually Storm would have been there too, but right then she had taken some of the children food shopping.

Logan rolled his eyes and grunted. "Yeah, I know, Chuck. You've told me before." He had been leaning against the wall, but he straightened, preparing to leave. Kurt and Scott also stood from their chairs.

"One more thing, gentlemen," Xavier noted. They turned and faced him. "It appears that Miss Lee and Miss Pryde discovered a small problem last night. We have mice. Storm should be buying traps right now, though, so I wouldn't worry about it."

Kurt nodded; Scott gave an imperceptible shrug, as was the norm ever since the death of his fiance, Jean Grey. Logan, however, made a face and started muttering darkly about "goddamn rats."

He was interrupted by the door of the office swinging open. In the frame stood a short, dark-haired girl, Gwen Wagner. She was Kurt's niece.

"Hey," she said, marching in with a can of soda in her hand. "Bad time?"

"No," Xavier told her, "we just finished. Is something wrong?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, a bunch of things. We just ran out of diet coke. Most likely cuz I drank it all. I swear, I've had four of them in the past hour. It kind of feels like I swallowed a dumbbell." Pausing, she bit her lip in thought. "What else? Oh, right. None of us are having a good day. Jubilee's feet are all burned and she doesn't feel like walking anywhere, so we're stuck in the TV room till she feels better. And Kitty's all mopey about Joe, so she's no fun either. Rogue's been trying to convince her it's okay, but god, he didn't even kiss her goodnight, so I'm not sure it's even worth bothering – don't tell her I said that, okay?"

"We won't," Kurt said, failing to suppress an obvious grin. "What do you want?"

Gwen wrinkled her nose and took a sip from her can. ""Well, everyone's spazzing about the mice, so they're making me get them EVERYTHING from the kitchen. They said it's because I can run faster, but it's getting wicked annoying. So I think we should move the fridge out to where we are."

"No." The response was immediate.

She stomped her foot. "Oh, come on! I won't make you do it...here, I'll commission Logan for you. Kurt, give me twenty bucks."

Kurt crossed his arms. "Use your own money."

"Can't, I don't have any. I had to get the red dress; you know that."

Logan piped up. "I ain't doing it for twenty bucks." He seriously looked like he was willing to negotiate for a higher price.

"No one is moving the fridge," Xavier mandated. Gwen cocked her head to the side.

"Fine. But someone has to give these people a reason to move. Make them feel better." She suddenly jumped up and down excitedly. "Ooh! I know! Tell them they look pretty. That'll fix everything."

Logan snorted, but didn't reply.

"No, it really works!" she said. "Here, I'll show you. Scott, you look really pretty today."

Scott, who hadn't shaven for a week and was wearing the same shirt as the day before, glared at her through his opaque glasses. It was the first real expression he had had in months. Gwen noticed.

"See," she announced falteringly. "It sorta worked..."

Kurt came to Scott's defense and gave her a sharp glare. She ignored him.

"I guess you aren't doing that. So what are you doing for the mice problem, then? God, that fully freaks me out."

"Storm's getting traps as we speak," Xavier told her. Gwen frowned.

"Wait. Make sure she doesn't get the kind with the metal bits. We had mice back in my old apartment building and the stupid super used them...then he went home at the end of the day. He didn't even live there, just came to yell at us for lease or whatever. I think that's why I like Rent so much, I totally identify-"

"Gwen-" Kurt began, but she interrupted him.

"Off track, right. But don't use the metal traps."

"What worked?"

She thought for a moment. "Hmm...you know, that was it. I think there's still mice, actually. Again, stupid super. Glad we don't live there anymore." By 'we,' she was referring to herself and her father, Kurt's half-brother. "I'm going back with everyone now, since none of you wanted to help me. See you later, Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha, Miranda..."

She opened the door and began to leave, but then turned back. "Professor, you're Carrie; Scott, you're Charlotte; Logan, you're Samantha; Kurt, you're Miranda. Bye, everyone."

The men shared a brief, slightly awkward silence with each other, having just been called by women's names. Then Logan asked: "Who're they?"

Later

"All right, but I swear, this is the last time!" Gwen shouted at Jubilee as she went down the hallway to the kitchen. Her mission was to retrieve a bag of chips for everyone as they watched a movie together as she got herself a new diet coke. "This is fully annoying," she muttered darkly as she pushed the door open. "Oh, hey, Logan."

Gwen couldn't see his face, only his tattered jeans. He was kneeling under the cabinets, grunting in an irritated manner. She heard him curse as she walked in, following a metallic thwap!

"Dammit!" Logan screamed, his voice muffled by the dark space. This was trailed by the sound of his head hitting the bottom of the sick as he extracted himself. "You distracted me!" he yelled at her.

She wasn't affected. "Sorry, dude. Where's the new chip bag?"

Logan ran his hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. "Look in there," he told her, gesturing towards the counter doors. She complied, and found it nestled between cocoa mix and pretzels.

"Thanks," she said. Then realization struck her. "Why are you on the floor?"

The older man grimaced. "Storm got the traps. Guess who was chosen to install them."

"That sucks."

"I s'pose. I just shut my finger in it." He held up his hand and she winced sympathetically.

"Told you not to get the metal kind," she said. He looked irritated.

"I ain't the one who chose it."

"Fine, fine. But they ain't...I mean, they're not gonna work at all. Mice can get the bait off them and escape." Gwen sighed. "This is like being nine again."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Logan rolled himself back under the sink.

"So what are you still doing it for?" she asked him.

"If this doesn't work, it's Chuck's problem then." A moment passed by, and Gwen was about to leave, when Logan popped back out again, this time more carefully.

"Uh...so, why did you call me Samantha?" he inquired, scratching his head.