A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a week. An unexpected number of deaths in the family have occurred in the past week, so I've been at multiple funerals. On the Brightside, I have no school today! Yay!

You know the drill, Anything X-men related belongs to Marvel (as if we didn't know)

Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight we break up
We kiss we make up

The walk with Logan down the hallway was awkward and silent for Andrea. It seemed he let out soft grunts with every step he took and occasionally glanced back towards Andrea, probably to make sure she hadn't ran off somewhere. She attempted to keep quiet the whole time, crying out once or twice from almost tripping over her foot, to which the older man would make some sarcastic, unnecessary comment. Eventually, the silence began to tear at Andrea's ears and unable to take it anymore, she suddenly broke the silence.

"So, Logan, were you in the army?"

He glanced back at her for a moment and fondled with the chain absentmindedly, twiddling it in between his two fingers. His pace slowed down and his face looked as though he was in deep thought. She began to worry after a minute of another silence as he pondered her question. Taking a couple steps toward him, she waved a hand in front of his face.

"Logan, You there?"

"Nah, it's a rather long and…. unwanted memory," He quickly spit out.

"Oh, Okay," She murmured, looking down, before facing Logan again," So what can you do?"

"What can I do?" He asked in a rather confused tone.

"You know, like, what's your mutation?" Slightly cocking her head to the side, she waited for an answer. His threatening gaze made her expression falter quickly. "Unless you don't have one! I just kind of supposed everyone here had-"

Suddenly, she was interrupted by a noise that imitated a sword being unsheathed. Looking to his side, the source of the noise, she saw three, metallic claws extended from his knuckles. He brought one of the claws to his fore arm and grazed it over his skin, making a long scratch. Staring at him in confusion, he motioned back to the scratch. She looked back to his arm and saw his skin repairing itself until there was no evidence of a scratch ever being there. No blood. No scar. Nothing.

"Answer your question?" He asked, slightly irritated.

A grin spread across her face. "Yep, that's a quality mutation. So does the pro-"

"We're here," He quickly interrupted, growing tired of her pointless questions. He quickly turned into the kitchen, and she followed, close behind. As he entered, she could vaguely see a small smile cross his features as though his day had been suddenly brightened.

"Hey, Rogue, Bobby," He greeted in a tone that strongly differed from earlier. Instead of annoyed and reluctant, it sounded pleasant and surprisingly happy to be there. Boy, did she feel unloved at the moment.

"Oh, hey Logan," Someone said. The voice seemed like a teen boy's. She supposed it was Bobby. As she stepped fully into the kitchen she noticed two figures sitting at a table, a boy and a girl. The girl had brown eyes that held a spark of excitement and matching brunette hair that was parted to the side and swept back into a ponytail. One of her most notable features, Andrea noted, was a random streak of striking yet beautiful snow-white hair in the front.

"Hi, Logan!" The girl said with a wide smile planted on her face.

'Wow, from the way he acted earlier, I thought no one cared about him,' She thought but casually brushed it off her shoulders,' I guess even the arrogant bastards can be loved.'

"Hey, Rogue," He greeted with the same smile. Feeling a little ignored, Andrea attempted to quietly clear her throat and Logan glanced back, his once happy attitude disappearing.

"Oh," His tone dropped suddenly once again," Rogue, Bobby, this is Andrea. She's a new student here."

The girl looked over to me and gave the same smile she'd given to Logan, just with a little bit less of…. compassion? She extended her hand that was clad in a white glove and said," Rogue."

Walking across the kitchen, a repetitive tapping noise came from her shoes coming into contact with the floor. Grasping Rogue's hand, she took notice of her firm grip and let go, directing her attention to the boy. He had short and gorgeous blonde hair and blue-green eyes. Laughing inwardly, she noticed how he looked at Logan with annoyance.

"Bobby, I presume?"

"Yeah," He said, tearing his gaze from Logan and looked up at Andrea, a grin appeared as he reached out and grabbed her hand," Call me Iceman."

Giving him a confused look, she thought, 'Iceman? Where'd that co- Huh? What the Hell? My hand!'

Looking down, she yanked her hand away purely by instinct. Turning it, she examined the light blue tone of her hand that soon disappeared to a raw pink.

"Gee, thanks," she mumbled, shaking her hand to get a bit of feeling back into it. Rogue and Bobby looked at each other for a moment, before laughing. Logan stared, slightly amused, at Andrea as she blew onto her hand and pressed her hands together to get a source of warmth.

"Andrea, Logan, Pull up a chair," Rogue said, motioning for the two to sit. Andrea grabbed a chair and sat across from Bobby for the sake of Logan.

"Andrea, what's your power?" Bobby asked.

She paused slightly to remember the past events and stated," I can fly."

"But, you don't have any wings, do you?"

"No, I just kind of….floated. Come to think of it, I haven't flown at all since…"

Andrea trailed off into thought while the other three stared at her. By now, she'd even caught Logan's interest.

"Since what?"

"Nothing. It doesn't matter anyways," Andrea said, furrowing her eyebrows once again in deep thought.

Logan started to push at it," It must matter. You keep trailing off into thought and leaving us in the dust."

"No, it really doesn't matter," She stated simply, attempting to brush off the subject. She reached over to the bowl in the center of the wooden table and grabbed a plump, red apple. Bringing it to her mouth, she took a bite, trying to show that the matter wasn't important.

"Then it wouldn't hurt to tell," The oldest prodded. Casting him an annoyed look, she noticed a smirk lacing his lips at her irritation. Although he was getting on her nerves, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that she'd snap.

"You know, Logan, if you're dying to know what happened, go talk to the Professor. He has all the details I imagine."

"Nah," He rejected the thought almost immediately," Sounds like too much effort. I'll do it some other day."

The air became silent as he finished his statement and everyone began to shift uncomfortably. In an attempt to break the silence, Andrea asked," So, Rogue, you never told me your power."

"Oh," She began," I guess I didn't."

She looked down for a moment and lifted up a gloved hand.

"You see this? Well, whenever my skin comes into contact with another's, I suck the life energy out of them. If they're a mutant, I momentarily take their powers. Like, for example, if I touched Bobby for too long, I could control ice like him."

"I like that power better than mine! Is it possible to trade powers?"

A look of surprise crossed her face that soon changed to one of hurt. "No, you really don't. It may be a pretty powerful mutation, but when it comes to human interaction, it really sucks."

She and Bobby exchanged a look of knowing that Andrea gave full acknowledgement to.

"So are you and Bobby together?" She asked.

The two quickly looked up at her with looks of slight confusion and Andrea quickly asked," What? Was I wrong? I'm sorry! I really need to learn to be qui-"

Rogue quickly interrupted her before she could say anymore," No, we are. It's just, how'd you know that?"

"Well you two exchanged a look that was like 'Been there, done that' so I just supposed you two were together."

"Good guess," Bobby mumbled, slightly sunken into his seat.

'Wonder what's wrong with him,' Andrea wondered, taking another bite out of the red fruit. Her eyes wandered over his features once again. She had to admit that he was pretty cute for a mutant.

'Okay that sounded prejudice,' She inwardly scolded herself, '"Pretty cute for a mutant" I'm one to talk.'

A thought dawned on her and without thinking, she quietly drawled, "So, how do you—"

"We don't," The words sounded bitter when they left Bobby's mouth. A look of confusion passed Rogue's face, as she noticed Bobby's change of behavior.

"Bobby, are you okay?"

She reached out a hand to touch his shoulder but he quickly slapped her hand away.

"Fine."

He stood up and began to walk towards the door before turning his head slightly and said," I'll be in my room."

As soon as Bobby walked out of the room and his the silhouette of his shadow disappeared, Andrea sighed.

"Whoa, major mood swing. Does he always do that?"

"No, he always gets frustrated when talking about our relationship. He always wants to kiss me, but he knows that I'm gonna hurt him. Hell, one time, I almost killed him."

"You think he'd get the point," Logan muttered to himself.

"Really," Andrea agreed, standing up. She pushed her chair in gently and strolled over to the trash can in a casual manner. As she stepped on the foot pedal, a voice suddenly entered her head.

'Andrea.'

Startled, Andrea jumped away from the metal can and looked towards Rogue and Logan. The two stared at her, eyes slightly wide.

"Y-You two hear t-that?" Andrea asked, still slightly shaken from the sudden voice.

"No," Logan said it as though she were an idiot.

'Don't be afraid. It's only me.'

"Gah! What about that?"

The two stared at her with some uncertainty, and she lightly stated," I don't have schizophrenia if that's what you're thinking."

'Do you not recognize my voice?'

'The voice, it sounds strangely familiar.'

"Professor?"

'Very good, now I apologize for the sudden scare but I forgot to mention this with you earlier.'

'M'kay.'

'As you can tell, I am obviously a telepath, so I can communicate through people's thought.'

'Why does everyone have cooler powers than me?'

'Never mind that right now. Tell Logan to take you and Rogue to the Danger Room. We need to test your powers and see how developed they are."

"Logan, the professor wants you, me, and Rogue down at the Danger Room pronto."

"Logan," Rogue began," I thought you said no Danger Room sessions over Christmas break!"

"Professor's orders," Logan mumbled, not in the mood for a session.

"Come on, kid," He said, motioning for Rogue to get up and started towards the door in the same fashion Iceman had. Irritated and Annoyed.

"So, Logan, what exactly is Danger Room?"

Giving her a half-grin, half-smirk, he said," Trust me kid, you'll love it."

A/N: Oooooh….Evil Logan. Review please! xoxoxo -Tray