"Bobby you absolute bastard!"
Rogue's shriek echoed across the garage. She glared at her friends, who were supposed to support her in times of need, not fall around on the floor laughing their asses off.
Freakin' car wash duty. She had nearly graduated. It was the younger kids who should have to do things like this. Ok, technically it *would* have been the younger kids, had they not pulled that stunt with Scott and the feather boa. And he had totally overreacted. It wasn't like it caused any permanent damage or anything.
She glared at Bobby, who was still grinning wickedly, the now empty bucket swinging loosely in his hand. She picked up a sponge from the floor and fired it at him. "You bastard!" she yelled again. Another sponge. "This was a new top!" She ripped Kitty's sponge out of her clutches and threw that too. "I can't believe you...ARGHH!"
She turned around just in time to see John behind her with the hose on full blast.
Five minutes later, she was cursing her friends, plotting her revenge, and storming her way through the corridors back to her room with little thought or regard of any poor soul to get in her way. She-
*OUCH!*
"Fuck. Fuck and shit and fuck again." She looked up, for some reason expecting Piotr, well usually he was the mansion's token muscled chest, but instead she found herself face to face with Logan. Damn.
He gave her a smirk. "Language darlin'," he chided playfully. "Anyone would think that..." his words trailed off as his gaze drifted downwards. And stuck there.
She knew exactly what he was looking at. Of all the days to wear her new top. Her new white top. Her new white top that did not require a bra... But she wasn't gonna run away and squeal, oh no. Not like last night. She wouldn't give the not-a-date bastard the pleasure of mocking her again. Instead she squared her shoulders, which had a rather advantageous effect all things considered, and gave him a dazzling smile.
"John and Bobby decided us girls should have a wet T-shirt competition," she lied sweetly. "D'ya, think I'd win?" She resisted the urge to bat her eyelids.
He shifted his stance slightly, looking entirely uncomfortable, gaze still firmly fixed. "I...uh... you..."
She tried to look hurt. "Is that a no?"
"It's a...a..."
"A...?"
"....what were we talkin' about again?"
"Logan," she said, in her best fake 'Ro voice. "I am *deeply* offended!"
He looked up. Eventually. "Offended? Why?" He actually looked worried. Maybe sarcasm didn't mix well with see-through tops.
"Being a bit obvious, aren't you Rogue?" Jean interrupted, as she walked past, startling Logan out of his stupor.
Rogue rolled her eyes, and pulled a face behind her back.
"I sensed that," she called back over her shoulder.
"Yeah well, sense this," Rogue yelled back, thinking the most unpleasant thought she could muster at short notice. "Cow," she grumbled, and pushed past the still prone Logan to hide in the safety of her room.
Half an hour later, she began to feel a little guilty. Not about Jean, hell no, but Logan had only been back one day, and she'd spent most of it being snarky and sarcastic, rather than taking the time to talk to him, as a friend.
She resolved to make amends.
Ensuring that she was fully dressed in clothes that, even should Storm decide it was monsoon season on the fourth floor, would remain opaque, she found her way to Logan's room. A hard task that took all of two steps, seeing as it was right next door.
She knocked. There was no answer.
A frown crossed her face, and she pressed her ear against the door. He was definitely in there, the TV was on.
Maybe he was offended and was ignoring her. Oh god, that would be awful! Surely he knew she'd only been teasing him? She hesitated, wondering if she should just leave it and try again later... but then that would just give him time to stew, and that was never good. It would only make him tetchier.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked again, counted to three.
Still nothing.
Right. She flung open the door. "Logan, I'm-... oh..."
She was not prepared for the shocked look on Logan's face. Or the way he got up quite so quickly. He looked like he wanted her to leave, oh god, she must have actually really offended him earlier! She was a bad person. He'd come back all this way and the first thing she had done was... was... what *was* that?
Her mind, a step behind as usual, finally began to register the noises from the TV. That, combined with the anxious way he had sidled in front of it, led her to grow suspicious.
Her worried gaze morphed into a frown. "Uh, Logan?" She kept her voice deliberately light. "Why are you guarding the TV?"
"Nothin'," he said quickly... a little *too* quickly if you asked her. He hastily tried to dismiss it with a wave of his hand. "I'm not guardin' anythin'."
"What are you watching?"
"Nature documentary." The panicked look in his eye did not quite diminish.
She spotted the remote control the same time he did. Did she go for it, or was he gonna get there first? It was-
'...Ooooh ja...'
She blinked.
'Ja... das ist gut. Ja härter, tiefer, schneller! Oh mein Gott!'
She raised an eyebrow in a gesture only learnt from him. "Nature documentary?"
Yeah right.
"So those would be German..."
"...bears...?" he tried, hopefully.
'...Uuuh du bist aber ein *Großer*...'
"Interesting." She flicked her glance to the door. "Vocal," she added. "I'll be going now."
She threw the tissue box at him on her way out.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Mega thanks go to Bridget for her translating skills in this chapter. She's a star! Wooo!