X-men: Bast

   *** Legal issues: Kia Jaeger(codename Bast) is an original character and
belongs to me.  All other characters and core X-men concepts are copyright
Marvel, Stan Lee, and other creators.  I do not own any of them, nor do I
profit from them in any way.

   Author Note: This story is based upon the story and setup in the comics
and takes place at no particular point in them, but is instead treated as
it's own events separate from many of the large happenings in the comics.
Also, I am not fully aware of every significant event that has happened in
the X-men's long history, so the information presented in this story and
the information in the comics may not always 100% add up.  Some characters
who might even be dead as of the current X-men issues may be alive in this
story.  ***



   Chapter 7



   "Ah, Logan," Kurt smiled as he walked into the garage.  Wolverine stood
by one of the many cars, waiting for his blue friend to arrive.  His unruly
hair was relatively groomed and he wore a clean, well fitting red flannel
shirt and a pair of neat brown slacks.  The sleeves of his shirt were even
rolled down and buttoned close.

   "I am happy you are joining us for Mass mein friend.  Ze service today
vill be enjoyable."

   Logan shrugged.  He was not as devout and serious a church goer as Kurt,
but for some time the two had enjoyed a measure of religious discourse
together.  Logan found, given all he had been through and the violent
nature he so often felt, it was good to have a spiritual side when he was
able.

   Kurt stepped up to the car and pressed a button on the wrist band he
wore.  The lines of his form blurred for a moment, and soon a tall, average
looking Human male stood where the striking Nightcrawler had been a moment
before.

   "I hate that damn thing," Logan growled.  "Ya shouldn't have t'use it."

   "It cannot be helped," Kurt said softly.  "At least, not yet.  Maybe
some day I vill valk into ze house of God vithout having to wear zis t'ing.
But now, it is necessary.  I do not vish to alarm my fellows."

   "Fellows.  Tolerance and acceptance my ass," Logan spat.

   "We Christians strive to be better zan we are, Logan.  But ze good
hearted have zeir limits.  And besides, pushing people...even good
people...it never ends well, ja?"

   "Whatever," Logan muttered.  He opened the driver side door to their car
and looked up at his disguised friend.

   "Anyone else comin'?" Logan asked.

   "Ja," Kurt nodded.  "Kia vill be joining us."

   Logan's brow rose.  "She Catholic?"

   "Ja," Kurt smiled.  "She often comes to Church vith me.  Her fait' is
strong.  A good, pure woman, Kia.  She is strong in ze Lord."

   "Seems awful rebellious for a Catholic," Logan commented.

   Kurt grinned widely and shrugged.  "She loves ze Lord and ze Church, but
she remains herself.  Vat is wrong vith zis?"

   Before Logan could reply the door leading into the Mansion opened and
Kia stepped through.  She wore a simple, modest blue dress and sandals. 
Her eyes went a bit wide as she spotted Logan, but she smiled as she walked
to the two X-men.

   "I didn't think you the Church type," Kia said to Logan.

   "Coulda said the same t'you," Logan smirked.  He glanced down at her
feet and arched a brow.  "Sandals?"

   "They worked for Jesus," Kia shrugged with a grin.

   Kurt laughed and patted both his friends on the shoulder.  "Let us go,
mein friends.  Ze service vill begin vithout us."

   "You look silly, Kurt," Kia commented as they got into the car.

   "Told ya," Logan smirked, and pulled out of the garage.

   ***



   Rogue sauntered somewhat unsteadily into the kitchen at the late hour of
12:30AM that Tuesday to get herself yet another beer, only to find Kia
rummaging through the freezer.

   "Don't ya ever sleep?" Rogue asked teasingly.

   "I can't sleep without my chocolate," Kia muttered with her head firmly
in the freezer, not even glancing back at her friend.

   Rogue stared at her.  "Ain't that just gonna keep ya up?"

   "It's my nightcap," Kia giggled as she took a large carton of Rocky Road
from the ice chest.  She looked her friend up and down and raised a brow.
"Have you been drinking, Rogue?"

   Rogue grabbed a half-full box of cheese crackers from the counter and
plopped gracelessly and somewhat unsteadily into the nearest chair.  She
flicked a long white bang out of her bright green eyes with a gloved hand,
then stared at the glove sourly for a moment before placing it in her lap.
"Ah've had a few.  Ah'm gonna stop after this one.  Probably."

   "Mmm," Kia muttered softly.  Then, for the sake of conversation, she
said, "Charles told me a few students came to his office complaining about
how much homework I give."

   "Ain't the classes ya teach optional?" Rogue asked.

   "Yeah," Kia nodded.

   "Why're the complainin' then?"

   Kia shrugged.  "Because they're whiners.  Charles reminded pointed out
that I handed out a full syllabus the first day of class describing my
class in full.  He reminded them they could transfer if they didn't like
it."

   Then Kia shoved a giant spoonful of ice-cream into her mouth.

   "Ya gonna punish `em?" Rogue asked distractedly.

   Kia shook her head as she ate her ice-cream, muttering something that
sounded like, " I can't, he wouldn't name names.  Damn him."

   She swallowed and added, "Anyway, my class is punishment enough I
think."

   Rogue shrugged and threw a cracker into her mouth.  "What else ya been
up to?"

   "Not much...how `bout you?  You doing okay?"

   "Same ol' same ol'," Rogue muttered, crossing her arms.  "Trainin' and
teachin'."

   Kia nodded and put her spoon down.  "Why are you drinking?  I've never
seen you do that before."

   Rogue shrugged again.  "Ah'm lonely, frustrated, `n horny as hell."

   Kia gave her friend a surprised look.  "Uh...are you sure you've only
had one or two?"

   Rogue shrugged.  "Or three or four.  Or so.  Ah can't `member."

   " I guess `three of four or so' beers were enough to loosen your
tongue," Kia muttered.

   "Ya asked," Rogue pointed out.

   "Not...quite what I expected to hear...but I'm glad you're willing to
talk to me.  Even if what you say is x-rated," Kia replied.  She stuck
another spoon-full of ice-cream into her mouth.

   "Ah wish for once Ah could be with a man," Rongue said, her voice
wistful.  She glanced up at the ceiling as if talking to herself.

   "Ah wish Ah could feel a real cock," she continued unabashedly.  "Hell,
even if Ah could just put it in mah mouth Ah would feel better.  Ah think
Ah would really enjoy givin' a blowjob right now, Ah don't care what women
always say `bout it bein' a pain in the ass."

   "Sucking cock can actually be very enjoyable," Kia said in a serious
tone.

   At that moment, Logan entered the room.  Even without his acute senses,
he would have heard Kia's words.  He glanced at the girls and shook his
head, smirking slightly as he walked toward the fridge, rustling inside for
a beer.  "Heard that one before."

   Kia turned pink.

   Rogue burst into a fit of giggles.  "Kia!  Ah neva knew ya had
experience in that kinda thing."

   Kia darkened from pink to beet red.

   "What?" Kia muttered as Rogue doubled over.

   "Yer Drunk, Rogue," Logan observed.

   "Ah am not!" Rogue exclaimed, her eyes flashing.  "Ah've only
had...uh...five?"

   "Yer a lousy liar, Rogue," Logan smirked.  "Anyway, it don't matter. 
Truth is, there ain't a woman alive who really enjoys that.  It's nothin'
but a chore, far as all of ya are concerned."

   "Hey!" the still bright red Kia balked.  "I meant what I said."

   "Sure ya did," Logan shook his head.  He popped the cap off his beer
bottle and took a sip.  "I'd have to see it to believe it.  But that ain't
the point.  Rogue wouldn't wish fer that if she knew what she was talkin'
about.  `Course, I doubt she's even gonna remember any o' this tomorrow
mornin'.  Oughta teach her not to drink so much next time."

   Rogue glared at Logan.  "Ah'm sitting right here, Login."

   Logan grinned as Rogue slurred his name.  He tipped his bottle in their
direction.  "Night, ladies."

   Kia eye-balled Logan as he left the room and muttered under her breath.
Rogue glared after him for a moment, then suddenly began giggling and
poking Kia in the arm.

   "You're no help," Kia gave her a dirty look.

   Rogue slapped the table and giggled even louder.  "Oh, wait til Kurt
hears!  He thinks you're some kinda saint or somethin'!  `magine what he'd
say if he knew ya like to suck cocks!"

   Kia shook her head and sighed, then stood up and put her empty bowl in
the sink.

   "Logan was right," she said to her friend.  "You're really drunk."

   "Ah know, Ah know," Rogue muttered.  "Ya'd get drunk too if ya couldn't
touch no one."

   "Probably," Kia nodded.  "Don't drink too much."

   She stepped outside the kitchen and paused, considering, then started
down the hall.

   ***



   Logan set the lights to dim, a soft removed glow that kept the dark at
bay while giving his room a relaxed feel to it.  His bed was spacious and
covered in surprisingly soft navy blue sheets.  The walls were a matching
blue color.  Here and there hung wall scrolls with Japanese characters upon
them.  A small, neatly trimmed bonsai tree was on his bedside table.  Above
the bed, high enough to be out of the way, was mounted a sword rack holding
a katana in a plain black sheath.  A small stereo was set in one corner,
and a somewhat new weight bench in the other.  A door leading to his
walk-in bathroom stood slightly ajar on the right wall.  It was a small,
comfortable room.  It was well suited to the man's personality.

   He removed his shirt and threw it into his hamper.  His chest was broad
and corded with layers of thick, strong muscle, and his abs stood out
prominently at his muscle thickened middle.  Next off were his pants,
revealing toned, thick legs that quaked with muscle.  His body was covered
in a layer of dark black hair.  It was, despite its coarse and wild
appearance, soft to the touch, much like the pelt of an animal.

   He removed his boxers and threw those into the hamper as well, then
slipped on a new pair.  He let out a soft sigh.  He had considered reading
for awhile, but thought better of it.  He may as well turn in early.

   His ears perked up as he detected someone walking down the hallway.  Of
course, that was nothing unusual.  With so many people -so many odd people-
living in the Manor, a handful of folk were awake at all hours of the
night. Some of the Mutants, in fact, were nocturnal due to their unique
mutations.  Many were just night-owls.

   The steps grew louder as the person grew closer to his room.  In a
moment, they would pass by and soften, then fade from his hypersensitive
hearing.  Logan stretched and yawned.  Another restless night in the
mansion.  What else was new?

   The footsteps stopped abruptly in front of his door.  A soft knock
followed.  Surprised, Logan got up and went to the door.

   He opened it slightly, "Yeah?"

   Kia stood on the other side.  Her face was calm and even, but her eyes
seemed restless, perhaps even nervous.  She glanced over his shoulder into
his room, then at him, then at the wall.  Quietly, she asked, "Can I come
in?"

   "Be my guest," Logan replied and stepped away from the door.  He
retreated into his room and she followed.  Behind her, the door shut
firmly. Logan tensed as he heard the click of the lock.

   "You didn't believe what I said tonight, did you?" she asked plainly.

   Logan shrugged and tried not to appear too on edge.  He didn't like that
she'd locked the door behind her.  He could smell her nervousness, and he
didn't like that either.  Normally by now he would have his claws out at
the ready at these signs.  But something wasn't quite right...he could
smell her nervousness, yes...but there was no fear.  No sinister intent. 
Instead there was a faint trace of something else he couldn't quite put his
thumb on.

   "It ain't that I don't believe you," he said distractedly as he subtly
sniffed the air.  "It just don't seem too plausible.  Women don't enjoy
that.  `Sides, you don't seem like the type."

   "I want to show you."

   Logan eyed her in stunned silence, fighting to keep his mouth closed. 
This was the last thing he'd imagined she was here for.  Her attacking him
in his own room had seemed more likely.  Though he didn't know Kia well,
from what Kurt had said about her and the little time they'd spent
together, he hadn't expected something like this at all.

   "Sit down on the bed, if you want to.  If you don't, I'll leave," she
added, still looking him in the eye.  She paused, then spoke softly, "I
don't want to, though.  I don't want to leave until I show you."

   "Is this some kind of game?  I'm gonna agree to this an' then Rogue's
gonna pop out with a camcorder," Logan muttered suspiciously, sniffing the
air for the scent of anyone else nearby.

   "It's no game," Kia replied softly.  "I said I enjoy sucking cock and I
meant it.  I want to show you.  But it's your choice."

   Logan watched her.  All in all, he found Kia very attractive.  He had
since he'd first seen her.  He'd never felt the kind of vibe from her that
welcomed his attention.  That, combined with all the chaos and business
since he'd returned had kept him from making any kind of advances.  He eyed
her, and after a moment, decided she was being serious.

   He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and stretched it past his hips,
then allowed his boxers to crumple to the floor.

   Kia stared as his lower body came uncovered.  His crotch was
surprisingly sparse of hair.  This was not to say he was bare, but by
comparison to the amount of hair covering the rest of his body, the hair
between his legs was relatively thin.  His cock, even though it was only
just beginning to stir, was quite an impressive sight.  It had generous
length, but more impressive was its width; it was a thick and wide muscle
that was beginning to swell to an amazing girth.  The head was large and
purple, the rim of the corona wide and thick.

   His cock was half erect and rapidly rising, the skin stretching taught
and smooth over the shaft as blood filled the enormous muscle.  It pulsed
and flexed involuntarily as it became hard and rigid.  It stuck out at a
relaxed angle from his body, not too high and not too low.  It was straight
as a post, pointing directly towards Kia with the swollen purplish head,
the wide rim of the crown becoming more and more engorged, making the head
take on a mushroom shape.  Kia guessed it to be some nine inches long, if
not more, and easily over three inches wide.

   "So prove it," he said, his eyes cool, almost detached, as if daring
her. He made no move to sit as she had suggested, but stood staring her in
the eye, his breath even and relaxed as his shaft pointed at her
tauntingly.

   Kia looked down, "If that's how you want it."

   For a split second, Logan thought he might have upset her.  After a
moment, however, Kia dropped easily to her knees in front of him.  The pink
tip of her tongue ran along her lips, wetting them carefully.

   She leaned slightly forward balanced on her knees, and placed her right
hand firmly around the base of his cock.  Without hesitation her lips
parted, and his cock slid into her mouth.  Logan smiled to himself as she
slowly, steadily gulped the length of his shaft until her lips nearly met
her hand.  Her lips press softly against him and her mouth felt warm and
wet.  He could feel his head resting against the back of her throat.

   Kia's eyes were closed almost as if she was concentrating.  She took a
deep breath in through her nostrils.  Her tongue ran along his underside,
thrusting hard, up and down.  The soft yet firm flesh of her tongue began
to dart along the sides of his cock, rolling it around.  Her hand squeezed
his swollen base.  Her lips tightened.  With a loud slurp, Kia took a long,
hard suck on his cock.

   Logan became more enthralled with this sexual encounter by the moment.
Kia started to move her lips up and down on his cock, sucking and slurping
as she went.  Her tongue lavished his underside.  She gasped a little bit
here and there and sucked with notable greed.

   Her own salvia dribbled down her chin and dripped a moist circle on her
shirt.  Logan stood, with his arms crossed on his chest and head leaned
back, admiring her work.  Her every breath was wet and tortured, sucking up
precious air through her nose.  She refused to release her vice grip on his
manhood.  Her head began to move at a furious pace, gliding up and down the
throbbing, quivering length of his big dick.

   Her left hand grabbed his hip.  Fingers squeezed at him, pressing at the
layers of muscle.  She clung to him tightly, hand and mouth.  Her right
hand loosened its grip before slipping away, leaving only a finger and
thumb to guide her feasting.  Logan looked down at her now, daintily
holding his cock in place as noisily slurped on his fleshy rod.  He watched
the erotic sight of her lovely face devouring his cock, her lips stretched
wide around him and drool trickling down her chin.  She looked oddly
hungry...famished, even, as if she were a starved woman being fed for the
first time in an agonizingly long time.

   Kia made a strange, strained noise.  Without pause she swallowed the
head of his cock into the tight, constricting muscles of her throat.  She
pushed forward, cramming his meat into her throat until her lips squeezed
around his base and her nose buried into his pubic hair.  She sucked hard,
not bobbing her head anymore but sucking like a child nursing.  Her throat
milked his cock, undulating along its length as it constricted repeatedly.

   A good four or five inches of his cock had to be in her throat, he
thought.  As she labored to breath amidst her rabid slurping the muscles of
her throat constricted even harder around his shaft, massaging him.  He'd
been with few women who could deep-throat him, and she was probably the
first who was able to do so the very first time taking on his equipment.

   Her tongue slid furiously underneath his cock, applying a forceful edge
to her needy suck.  She went to town and showed no desire to stop.  His
ears caught a small whimper choked out between breaths.  His smile turned
more carnal.

   Her left hand let go of his hip.  It flayed around, reaching up to his
chest.  Her fingers wrapped around his right hand and pulled it down.  With
some force, she planted his hand on the side of her head.  Then she reached
up, grabbed his other hand, and set it on the other side of her head.  Both
of her hands gripped firmly to his hips.

   Logan stared at the prone woman before him.  Was Kia telling him to do
what he thought?

   She answered by making a loud whiny noise and nudging his abdomen with
her forehead, not letting his cock slip out of her warm mouth for one
second.  She slurped loudly, wetly on his cock and her throat vibrated
along his cock as she gave a long, deep moan.  Her eyes looked up at,
urging him.  She wanted this.  She was begging for this.

   He tightened his grip on her head.  The muscles in his arms rippled as a
wild, lustful look passed over his eyes.  "You sure you want me to take
control o' this?"

   Kia replied by dragging his cock almost completely out of her mouth
before ramming back downward, slamming his cock hard into the depths of her
throat.  She sucked fiercely on his cock even as she gagged from his
forceful re-entry.

   Logan shuddered, then growled softly as he began to fuck her mouth.

   She sucked back hard when he drew away.  Her slurps protested him taking
away her treat.  Her lips locked and tried to prevent anything from
escaping her.  Her fight only escalated his pleasure.  He worked his cock
in and out of her mouth.  Her tongue bathed him with affection, pulling at
him, beckoning to come back inside.  A lustful, keening moan became a
constant sound from her, accompanying the slurps and liquid sucking of her
lips drawing on his flesh.  Logan repeatedly came and went from her throat,
thrusting his cock past her full, moist lips.  He was rough with her, using
her mouth the same way he would a woman's cunt.  She never hesitated even
as she gagged from his rough treatment.

   His thrusts became faster and shorter.  He held her head firmly and she
pressed her face into him as best she could.  She was so warm, so soft. 
She eagerly greeted his cock with a hard suck every time he thrust into her
fully.  Her lips were spread thin across his massive girth, hardly able to
contain him in the confines of her mouth.

   Logan threw his head back and grunted.  He stiffened all over and felt
his cock pump.  Kia took advantage of his off guard moment and dove
straight down his shaft.  She swallowed him again and sucked hard.  She
only slurped twice before the hot sensation of cum splattered against the
back of her throat.  Logan grunted a second time and another shot of cum
followed.  Kia acted as if she barely noticed.  She continued to suck and
thrust her tongue along his cock.  He shot again.  And again.  His thick
ejaculation filled her mouth, forcing her to swallow his viscous, syrupy
jism several times.

   Kia only stopped swallowing his cock when she was sure he had stopped
coming.  She swallowed one last time, then pulled back.  His cock slid out
easily with all the moisture in her mouth.  Kia stood.  She wiped her cum
coated lips on the back of her hand then wiped her hand on her thigh.

   Logan stared at her, watching her every move, searching for any sign
that she wanted this little encounter to continue.

   "I have to go," she whispered softly and turned for the door.

   She darted out of the room before he could reply.  He stood unmoving,
his muscled chest heaving slightly as his orgasm faded from his blood.  His
head cleared but the image of Kia down on her knees, her lips stretched
taut around his thick shaft, lingering before his eyes.  It had happened
quickly and without any kind of real communication between the two of them.


   He pulled up his boxers and plopped down on his bed.  It'd been a long
day, and an even longer night.

   Sweet, silly Kia loved to suck cock.  He hadn't expected that.  But who
was he to complain?  He'd just gotten a rather well done strings free
blowjob so she could prove her point.

   He didn't doubt her now, he thought before sleep finally claimed him. 
That uncertain hint of a scent he had smelled when she'd first entered was
clear to him now.  He could still smell the flood of juice and the heady
aroma her horny, wanting womanhood had produced wafting about his room.





   ***





   Kia moaned loudly, her hips arching off the bed as a second orgasm raged
through her body.  She plunged three of her fingers in and out of her
soaked pussy at a rapid-fire pace.  The digits drove into her juicy core
and she writhed with the incessant demand to cum again.  She could still
taste him, the flavor of Logan's rich, creamy cum dancing on her taste buds
and the heady, musky taste of his firm cockflesh.  Her fingers pierced
especially deep as she reached the pinnacle of her orgasm.  She furiously
rubbed along her inner walls as her eyes blurred from the violent explosion
of ecstasy.

   A moment later she plopped down onto the bed.  At last, she finally felt
relaxed.  When she had left Logan's room, she was so hot, so fired up, she
ran straight to her room and stripped off all her clothes.  Now she laid in
a sheen of sweat, a puddle of juices between her supple splayed thighs.

   A chill breeze came over her.  She grabbed a blanket and pulled it to
her chin, covering her naked body.  Well, she had just randomly given head
to one of her teammates.  At least she picked one that wouldn't go around
telling everyone, trying to be a braggart.

   She had thoroughly enjoyed that.  She hadn't sucked on a dick since
she'd moved to join the School.  Almost eight months...far too long, in her
opinion.  Besides, Logan had caught her eye since she first met him...and
it turned out he had an amazing dick.  She may have guessed at his length,
but never the width.  And width was the most important part...

   Kia sighed.  She better not start thinking about this again.  She was
going to work herself up... again.  An ache was already beginning to form
in her pussy.

   Kia cleared her mind of all thoughts of Logan, instead focusing on her
teaching plans for the next week.  Sure enough, that was boring enough to
put her to sleep in a matter of minutes.

   ***



   "What's wrong, Kurt?  You look even bluer than usual," Kia teasingly
asked as she stepped into the kitchen.  Her friend was perched on the back
of one of the chairs around the small kitchen table in a position that
would have been uncomfortable for anyone but him.

   "Zere was a meeting yesterday afternoon," Kurt explained with a wane
smile.  "Ze team, all of us, ve discussed some t'ings.  One vas vhether or
not ve should make you an official part of ze team yet."

   Kia nodded, already knowing where this was going.  "And?"

   "And Scott opposed.  He argued strongly against it.  He said ve should
not allow it."

   "I figured as much," Kia nodded.  "What did everyone else say?"

   "Ve vere in favor...vell, most of us vere.  Ororo said she t'inks maybe
you need more time to train.  She t'inks it vould be best for you to
understand your power more before ve bring you into field situations."

   "I can understand that," Kia replied.  "I didn't really think that I was
ready yet, anyway.  I'm just glad someone was willing to stick up for me
when Scott made an ass of himself."

   "I vas hoping you vould finally be on ze team.  You deserve to be," Kurt
stated.

   "It's okay, Kurt.  We can do more training until I'm ready," Kia smiled.

   Bobby entered the room with a groan and sloshed into a seat.  He gripped
his stomach, "Whatever that crap Rogue made last night was, it's making me
sick."

   "Why do you think I didn't eat anything she touched?" Kia asked.  She
sat beside Bobby and patted his shoulder.

   Kurt passed Kia a giant plate with an equally huge cinnamon roll on it,
"Jean made zis.  It iz Rogue free, I promise."

   Bobby burped loudly.  Kurt looked pensively at his friend, "Would you
like anything to eat?"

   Bobby shook his head, "Not unless you want to be wearing it."

   Psylocke wandered by and Kurt disappeared after her with more breakfast.
Rogue quickly stole Kurt's seat as she entered, her face looking rather
drawn.  "Mornin', y'all," she croaked.

   "I feel as bad as you look," Bobby spoke up.

   "Thanks" Rogue grumbled darkly.

   Bobby made a face, "Why do you feel bad?"

   "Ah drank too much," she replied.

   Bobby belched loudly and clutched his stomach.  " `sactly what did you
cook last night, Rogue?"

   "Random stuff I found," Rogue answered.

   "That explains a lot," Kia giggled.

   Bobby moaned and rested his head on the table.

   Kurt `bamf'ed back into the room and looked at Rogue.  "Zat vas my
seat."

   "Ah'll fight ya for it," Rogue offered dryly.

   Kurt glowered, "Zat is okay."

   Kia began to eat her breakfast.  Bobby wandered away to the nearest
bathroom and returned a few moments later stating he `felt much better'. 
Kurt thought he saw Scott and teleported away again, food in tow.  As Kia,
Bobby, and Rogue ate their breakfast, Wolverine came into the kitchen and
took the seat next to Kia, "Morning."

   Everyone mumbled a reply, food stuffed into their mouths.  Bobby shoved
a plate towards Logan, "Your girlfriend made it, so you should like it."

   Logan scowled at Iceman.  Rogue sighed and smacked Bobby in the back of
the head.  "Jean ain't his girlfriend, Bobby.  Ya know she's married, quit
tryin' to cause problems."

   "Yeah well, she can cook a hell of a lot better than you, sweet heart,"
Bobby returned.  Rogue glared at him.

   "Rogue's cooking made Bobby sick," Kia explained.

   "It wasn't mah cookin'!" Rogue declared.

   "Whatever," Bobby smirked.  His face fell a moment later and his shading
turned pale.  "Aw crap," he muttered unsteadily, and made a dash for the
bathroom.

   "Ass," Rogue muttered, then turned to her two friends.  "So, what're
y'all doin' today?"

   "Scott's tryin' to get people to clean up the hangar," Logan commented.
"I ain't doin' it."

   "Ororo wants to run me through some more training simulation," Kia
added.

   "The Professah wants me to help him double check our security
protocols," Rogue sighed.  "And Ah'm hung over to boot."

   "Have fun with that," Logan grinned widely.

   "Shut up," Rogue grumbled.  She clutched her head and groaned, "Ah don't
even remembah any o' last night.  Why'd I do it?"

   She stood and walked out of the kitchen, mumbling, "Last time Ah ever
drink...Ah mean it this time..."

   Logan and Kia sat uncomfortably for several long moments.  Both of them
glanced at the other at the same moment, and their eyes met for an instant.
Both turned hastily away.

   "I have papers to grade before Ororo trains me," Kia stated.  She
reached for the dishes, but Logan grabbed them before she could.

   "I got these," he stated as he gathered the dishes.  "Go get yer gradin'
done.  Wouldn't want them brats to have to wonder about all the F's you're
given `em."

   "Thank you," Kia said softly before hastily leaving the room.

   Logan stared after her for a time before taking the dishes into the
kitchen and depositing them into the dishwasher.  He shook his head. 
Things were a bit awkward...but he supposed that was to be expected.  It
was a fling, and provided things get weird between them, he was just glad
he'd gotten to have a nice time.  He grabbed a beer from the fridge and
walked out of the kitchen.



   A moment later Kurt teleported back into the room.  He glanced around at
the empty kitchen and scratches his head.  "Uh, guys?  Vhat about
breakfast? Hello?"
   
