Storm paused her teaching to watch the lights in the school flicker. That was a bit unusual, but not unheard of, "Can you repeat your answer Erik?"

Within another forty-five minutes the school rumbled and the power went out, causing the backup lights to come on.

Some of the students panicked, others cheered, assuming this meant classes were done.

"Calm yourselves," the former Goddess chided, calling the headmaster, "Did a storm knock the power out, professor?"

"I doubt it," he responded, "But I'll have maintenance check."

A few minutes passed, teachers proceeding with class as normal. A series of knocks made Logan's class turn in unison.

"Sorry to interrupt, but this is yours," Colossus carried a cross armed Victor into the history class.

The scorch marks and burns all over his clothes, or what was left of them, made it obvious he had been in the danger room.

Logan sighed, "You can just leave him there, thanks," soon as he closed the door Logan turned attention to his brother, "What did you do!?"

"I was having fun until the power went out," he pouted

"Go get some clothes and come back in here to your counter," he glared.

X

"Logan," Xavier started, "I am on board with him playing in the danger room. It's a secure, controlled area that's made for that. But instead of allowing him in there 12 hours a day. Daily. Limit it to three or four a day. For my power's sake."

"Got it, sorry about that," he took Victor's hand, "You heard him, 4 a day at best," the older mutant's sulk grew even more sour, "Go on to your counter."

Victor just huffed and climbed up, glaring out the window at the rain. Logan almost chuckled at his brother's pouting.

X

Fifteen minutes in Logan heard a telltale sound of metal. He hurried over and grabbed his brothers hand, taking the stem before putting a palm on Victor's forehead, "Spit it out."

"Mrph!" the older was surprised by the speed and sudden press against his noggin.

"Spit it out," Logan held his other hand out, allowing a disgruntled Victor to spit bits of steel and blood into his palm. He cringed and wordlessly went to the can dropping the fragments and broken pieces in while grabbing a towel to wipe his hands.

Victor glared angrily and huffed, turning his gaze to the outdoors.

X

Soon as Logan's class ended his brother walked out with the kids.

"Where are you going?"

"For a walk," he grumbled.

"Take a jacket," Logan watched him go. He was an adult, if he wanted to leave the school for a few hours that was just fine with him.

X

Mikhail sat on his couch, sipping at his vodka as the idiot box went on about something he wasn't paying attention to. He quickly hid his cup when the knob twisted, soon Victor emerged, soaking wet.

"Oh its just you," he gave a sigh of relief, "Thought you might have been Piotr."

"Dipping into the Vodka again?" Victor hung his jacket.

"Helps me relax," the Russian shrugged, "I hear you've finally reconnected with your brother, my congratulations. Have you moved in with him already or just avoiding me?"

"He lives at the school your brother attends and holy h3ll it's boring there," he scoffed, removing his shoes, "They forced me to sit in on his lectures for hours on end, weeks at a time, then allow me to roam after an eternity and finally I found something fun to do there."

"Danger room?" he smirked, "I figured you'd find out about it soon or later. So you coming back to visit me?"

"They told me I could no longer use it daily. I had to get out of there before I went nuts," he laid into the sheepskin rug.

"Happy to see you're still in love with that shag," he chuckled.

"If I have to endure one more d mn minute of him teaching history I'm going to lose my mind."

"Gotta have one to lose it," Mikhail muttered, "Sorry to hear about your boredom. Was it worth finding your brother?"

Victor sighed, "I missed my Jimmy. But I can't take staying in that school all day everyday."

The Russian mutant nodded at the Canadian mutant's words, "I understand that feeling. You need to get your own place. Then you can visit your dear brother while he works but be able to do what you want to do. Like assualt my rug."

"It's so soft," Victor rolled around on it with an elated smile.

Mikhail chuckled at him and looked to the clock, "The rain is abating, would you like to go for a drive?"

"I would fancy that," he stretched, "I love this rug."

"Yes, I have noticed."