"God... I mean, really... GOD!"

"We get the idea Jean."

Nineteen year old Jean Grey scowled deeply at her sometimes friend, mostly enemy Ororo Munroe. "What? You aren't upset about this?"

Ororo shrugged, her jacket slipping free of one shoulder carelessly. "Not really." As Jean's raised eyebrow and disbelieving look, she relented reluctantly. "A bit. Happy now Jeannie?"

Jean scowled darkly at her as she turned on the spot, crossing her arms and pouting at the window. "I mean... it's just so STUPID that WE have to have PUNISHMENT. Us!"

"You mean you, Miss Perfect."

Jean's face twisted into an even darker scowl as she spun to glare at Ororo vehemently. "Listen you little punk," she spat out, "I don't care where the Professor found you, no one talks to me that way!"

Ororo smirked as she strode past the fuming red head coolly. "I just did."

Leaving Jean spluttering in anger behind her, Ororo let the smirk fall from her face as she continued walking. Time to go blow off some steam...

Three hours and four ruined punching bags later, Ororo stepped out of the gym refreshed and raring to go. Of course, it helped that she'd painted Jean and the Professor's face on the punching bags.

Shaking her long white hair free from it's loose ponytail, she pulled the door shut behind her, slinging her gym bag over her shoulder and walking towards the showers. As she walked, she mused over the up and coming punishment the Professor had set them.

Robot boxing... robot boxing... I don't even watch robot boxing. I prefer the good ol' human versus human matches. Yeah, like Charlie Kenton... oh boy that was a good one.

Ruminating over the best fight she could remember, she pushed open the women's shower door and dropped her bag on the floor, before bending down to rummage through for shampoo.

"Y'know, you might want ya close the door if yer gonna take a shower."

Startled, she stood straight up, whirling around to glare at the offender who dared peek into her private time. "You shouldn't be looking."

There was a deep chuckle, before a young man stepped into her line of view. "How can a guy not notice that ass?"

Ororo openly studied the newcomer, letting her eyes drift over every inch of him. His dark, ruffled hair was long, and stubble shaded a strong jawline. His eyes were a green flecked chocolate brown, and as her eyes drifted downwards, she noticed and absorbed the tight black t-shirt that highlighted abs that defied explanation as how they got so perfect (in her mind at least), the leather jacket, the tight dark blue jeans and the steel-toed boots.

Letting her eyes come back up, they lingered for a moment on his smirking lips, before she huffed and closed the door behind her as she stepped outside. "You are?"

The young man smirked, holding out a hand that was rough yet strangely soft skinned. "James Logan."

Ororo automatically shook his hand, mulling over the name in her memory banks. "Not the same small, slim, shy James Logan that used to attend this school?"

James smirked. "Yup... Ororo. Ain't changed a bit, have ya?"

Mentally comparing the small, diminutive boy that had been in her Leavers class to the ruggedly, incredibly good looking man before her, Ororo dimly heard herself speak. "Not other than the fact I'm studying Horticulture. You?"

James cocked his head to the side, and Ororo found her gaze drifting to his lips again, before she scowled and mentally hit herself. Concentrate Ororo. "Come on... you must have done something. You, the once short boy who loved to dig his head into books about nature."

James's face was blank as he spoke. "2nd Dan Black Belt in Karate, Black Belt in Judo. I can now speak fluent Japanese, German and Spanish and just quit from the Canadian Military."

Ororo raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Wow."

Silence fell for a moment, both shifting on the balls of their feet as they not so subtly checked each other out.

"So," Ororo broke the silence, dragging her gaze north from his chest again, "what brings you back to 'Mutant High?'"

"The Professor asked me back," was his answer, "apparently you, Jean and whats-his-name, y'know pretty boy Summers, need a tutor for your... punishment. Apparently he wants you three in top condition. Mind filling me on on what it's for?"

Ororo stared at him for a long moment, before she shrugged, mulling over his purpose here. "Hmm. Ask him."

Turning her back on James firmly, and pushing aside her sudden want to stay and kiss him senseless, she pushed open the bathroom door again. "I'll see you around then."

She heard his gruff "I guess" through the door as she sank to the floor breathlessly.

Good God. Who would have thought he'd turn out so friggin' sexy?

I'm trying to base there characters (with some alterations, obviously) on those of the Ultimate X-Men. ie. Ororo will be like she is in the comics, all into bikes etc. But Logan isn't a killer in this... it just wouldn't be right for the story... If anyone has any hints for this, please let me know, I've only got the first three Ultimate Marvel comic books to refer from.