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Professor Charles Xavier sat in his large first floor office behind an eighteenth century antique Edwardian desk, very much the picture of calm and serenity.



Scott Summers stood to the left of him with his arms folded across his chest. His face held the usual 'I smell shit' tight expression.



Both men nodded their heads in acknowledgement of Ororo as she entered and took a seat directly in front of Charles. Logan however, chose to stand while leaning against the ornate gold veined marble fireplace, he also had his arms crossed over his broad chest as he stared at Scott unconcerned.



After what seemed like an eternity Charles finally spoke, "I know I need not mention this mornings actions that have brought the two of you here."



Ororo had the decency to shift a little in her seat. Logan simply reached in his freshly changed dry shirt pocket and pulled out a half smoked Cuban and lighter.



"Logan if you please, let me remind you again there is no smoking within these walls." Charles said, arching a brow at him.



"Healing factor Chuck, thanks fer the concern." Logan couldn't help but grin.



"For you surely, but not for the rest of us, so if you please." the professor countered, as he watched Logan unwillingly put his items back in his pocket with a scowl and grumble.



Ororo let a loud puff of air escape her lips, even as she heard his grumble grow louder.



Knowing the penchant the two of them had for arguing, Charles continued on to the matter at hand, before an ugly detour could be taken. "My dear Ororo, I know it is not an easy thing for you to lose your temper in such a way as to display a misrepresentation of your abilities against a colleague and team member. Be that as it may the severity of the situation has been exacerbated due to it being witnessed by those we are responsible for molding. As you are well aware we are not only teaching young minds but also training them to grasp and control their mutant powers. Therefore how can we reasonably expect it of them when it is shown we ourselves fail to practice what we teach. We cannot afford to lose the respect to our teachers or the X-Men. What could mistakenly be deemed a trivial thing can have unforeseen consequences against much of what we are trying to accomplish. Any damage that has been done is the responsibility of the perpetrators alone to rectify." He paused to let his words take effect.



"Humph." Logan cleared his throat loudly as if throwing in his two cents worth in approval of what the professor had said to Ororo. He couldn't help but feel smug.



Ororos eyes shot daggers at him peripherally, as she silently mouthed 'ASSHOLE', which caused him to laugh soundlessly, his chest vibrations showing the action.



"Logan as for your part in this situation..."



"Hunh!" Logans laughter quickly ceased. "Do ya mind explaining how this is any of my fault!?" he asked incredulously.



The professor was more than prepared to state his case for the prosecution. "Mofo is your dog?."



"Yeah and?"



"Is he not in the habit of taking, destroying, hiding and burying others belongings amongst other things, in particular Ororos?"



Scott leaned forward to slide a manila envelope across the desk to Ororo.



All Logan could do was breath a barely audible, "Ah hell!"



"Precisely Logan. It is obvious that Ororo was acting out due to a continually frustrating and...ahem...embarrassing situation."



Everyone present could have sworn Charles had laughed.



Continuing on Charles stated, "It is one that has to be amended lest it threaten our faculty and teams cohesiveness."



"Look Chuck if yer askin' me to get rid of Mofo..."



Raising his hands to suspend, Charles said, "No one is suggesting that Logan, at least not at the present time, but I do believe Scott and I have come up with an ideal solution for everyone." For the first time a smile crossed Scotts lips. "You two seem to be the ones with the least favorable rapport amongst us and for the good of us all that has to be corrected."



Ororo felt as if the room was suddenly filled with static electricity. It was not so much a painful feeling as a telling one that something was about to happen that would cause her immense displeasure.



Logan would never let on that the emotions he was currently experiencing were those of a dead man walking. If he wasn't so attached to Mofo he'd drop his ass off at the nearest pound!



"As you are aware there are a few outbuildings on the grounds. One in particular, the boathouse, has from lack of use fallen to disrepair. The two of you possess the innate ability to bring order where there has been chaos and to fix whatever has been broken or seems to have no purpose. Because of this you both have gained a great deal of respect from all us associated with you, until it was threatened today. Therefore, at the start of summer break in two weeks, you will both be moving into the boathouse with the express purpose of bringing it up to comfortable living conditions. You will be restricted from the use of this building and its amenities, so I suggest you pack everything you will need to abide there till the tasks completion. Any supplies needed to sustain you or complete the job will be provided once related to Scott, who will make once a week check-ins with you for that exact purpose. If at any time either should feel you cannot finish what has been stipulated, all you need do is say so. I will leave a link open to you twenty four hours a day. This is all with my express wishes that you will learn what an important part we all are to each other and more affectively portray that to those we are accountable to. We cannot and will not tolerate renegade mutant powers that prove a detriment to us all, or a continued disrespect to others rights to exist without harm being perpetrated in any form. You can decline this offer and be subject to a three month suspension from the X-Men if you prefer, but I would like to believe you both are much more conscientious than that, knowing what your contributions to the team means."



Damn, Charles had said more than a mouthful, yet he had to add the last part on to make them feel like jackasses to possibly turn their backs on the team if they declined. He had given them a choice that was no choice!.



"I have no intention of letting the team suffer because of my actions Charles, I am willing to do whatever I have to in order to make things right. I am sorry for any harm that I have caused." Ororo spoke up.



Scott nodded his head to the envelope she had taken from the desk and now held, yet unopened.



Logan never one to be outdone in a challenge, and make no mistake about it, that's just what it was, could not and would not be found lacking. "I'm in Chuck, just know I aint a kid bein' put in time out, but I can handle whatever ya' dish out. I've faced worse."



Ororo chose to open her envelope and instanly her mocha complexion turned three shades of red. Inside were two delicate items that had been dropped at Charles' feet earlier.



Scott and Charles fought their laughter, neither of them was too sucessful.







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