A quick thanks to Brit-Babe191 for the review. Yeah I admit it I'm English ;) and right back at you! Glad you like it, and I'm also wondering where this story is going to lead to, a road trip I hope.

This chapter is dedicated to the mess under my bed, I promise that one day in the near future I will get around to cleaning you up :)

Smells Like Teen Spirit

"Where the hell are they?"

Okay, I know that me and Jubes aren't the tidiest of people, but when has the space underneath my bed become a dumping ground for all that's wrong with the world?

Science text books, a half eaten and slightly mildew cheese sandwich... Well I think it's cheese anyway, kind of hard to tell with the fungus and all. Age old gym shoes, a box of condoms... What the heck? Ah, that's where that top went and I haven't seen those jeans in ages. There's part of a history essay I never handed in, and where are they?

"Roguey, what you looking for Chica?"

"My boots, the leather ones." I say poking my head around the crap that's accumulating at the foot of my bed. Jesus, it's cramped under here and I'm reduced to crawling around in the dirt underneath my bed. I'll be showering continuously for the next week washing all the dust out of my hair.

"Which leather ones?" Jubilee asks as she flips through her Cosmo magazine.

Is she having me on?

Turning back to the task at hand, I begin rummaging again. Oh it's my green cloak, it's been a while my faithful friend, look at that stain though, that will never come out. More crap, I come across every present Bobby ever bought me, more half written essays, more books, a pair of boots but not the ones I'm looking for. Wow, I've never seen this top before, it doesn't leave a lot to the imagination. I'll wear it tomorrow, why the hell is there a snow globe under here?

"Jubes, how can you not remember those leather boots? You remember that day at the mall, we had a look around that posh shop, I swapped the price tags and got the boots for half the price? Then we helped ourselves to a few things from the drug store on the corner of Elm street? We had to run because we nearly got caught. You must remember the pink eyeliner I picked up, you said it made me look like I had conjunctivitis and then Bobby wouldn't come near me for days. We've got to do that again girl, well not the eyeliner part. How about next weekend?"

I'm surprised that Jubilee has been quiet for so long, it's not like her at all.

"Ah ha, found them!" Oh how I love the smell of leather, especially mind blowing expensive leather. A quick kiss to the boots and I attempt to scoot out from under my bed.

"Jubes, you up for it then?" Why isn't she answering, oh my God she hasn't died has she?

Someone clears their throat above me and boy does that sounds familiar. I smack my head pretty damn hard on the wooden bed frame and groan in complaint. "Shit" I cry rubbing my head, that will leave a mark.

"Jubilee, I hope you're catching a cold."

Please let that be Jubilee, I hope to God it's not..."Logan, how long have you been standing here, in my room uninvited?" He better not have heard me rambling on about my leather boots. I scan his face for any clues but he's not giving anything away. I bet this man is a great poker player.

"Long enough." And he settles himself down on my bed, arching an eyebrow at my dishevelled appearance and the mountain of crap by my bed.

"Where's Jubes?" I ask looking around for any sign of my best friend and she's nowhere to be seen.

"She left." Okay then, why is it always the short answers with this guy. He must have scared her again, she's terrified of him. I bet it only took one look and she scarpered out of here leaving me to ramble on like an idiot and quite possibly implicating myself in a number of petty crimes. I would not have been mentioning any of the above in Logan's presence for obvious reasons.

"So, how long have you been back, Wolvie?"

He scowls at the nickname, he absolutely hates it. He threatened to shred Jubilee's yellow Gucci bag into bite size chunks that he would then proceed to shove down her throat if she used it once more.

She slept with that bag for over two weeks in case he tried to follow through with his threat.

"Few hours, spent most of it in Ro's office."

Shit, I can see where this conversation is going.

"Well, it was nice of you to drop by Logan, but I've got to get ready. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon." Hopefully not too soon I silently add. I stand up and attempt to shoo him out my room. It kind of makes me wish I had super strength so I could throw him out. Nope, he's not moving and he's still sitting on my bed.

"Not so fast Kid, you've got some explainin' to do."

Ah, I know that look it's the you-better-answer-me-damn-quick-if-you-know-what's-good-for-you type glare.

"Whatever do you mean?" He doesn't take to kindly to people who blatantly ignore his demands, to be honest he doesn't take too kindly to people in general and he's obviously not taking any of this to well, the whole growling thing is so last year.

"You can start by tellin' me why Ro's on my back about you, what the hell you've been doin' these past four months? What the fuck d'ya mean you've been helping yourself to shit at a drug store and where do you think you're goin'?"

Wow, I've never known Logan to say so much, he's usually a man of rather limited vocabulary mainly cuss words. Now where to start, I think I'm right in assuming that wasn't a rhetorical question.

"Nothing to do with me, I have no idea what you're trying to insinuate, I plead the fifth and I'm going on a date." I state in a rather blasé manner.

Maybe I said something wrong because he's snarling at me now.

"I don't know what's gotten into you Marie, but you're stoppin' this shit right now." He throws me a pointed look and continues, "And you ain't goin' on no date, you're stayin' here. You'd better be in the Danger room in an hour, you're gettin' a major work out. You've earned it, Kid, you've only got yourself to blame." He walks towards the door and pauses as he reaches for the handle "You better be on time, don't make me come find you, Cause' trust me, you won't like what happens."

And the door slams shut in my face. What the hell am I going to do now? Hmm, well I have two choices, a date or a killer Danger room session, which one would you choose?