Disclaimer: In some universe I might own it. But not this one. Maybe like 1087 universes to the left.

A/N: This is/will be a collection of primarily Rogan(ish) drabbles that will be added to any time I want to write but am procrastinating revising the chapters for my longer fics. They will all stand alone, but *most* of them could conceivably be read as snippets set in the same general universe.

Summary: Scott's a stickler, and Logan, well, isn't.

Protocol

Marie heard Logan's low, gruff grumblings before she heard Scott's affronted shout.

"This is a school! There are students here!"

Not even five minutes home, and the two were already at it. She wondered what Logan had instigated this time.

"What the hell do you want me to do Slim?! Put it in a box?"

Then again, that didn't exactly sound like baiting-nettling-Wolverine; that sounded like planted-his-feet-and-ain't-gonna-budge Wolverine. Now, she was curious.

"What's a box going to do?!"

"Could always put you in a box," Logan muttered.

Marie decided to intercede before it could come to blows. Her car was in that garage, and she didn't relish the thought of them slashing and/or vaporizing it if their squabbling got out of hand.

"Logan! Good to have you- Oh my goodness!" She squealed before she could help herself. The little creature in his arms was just so cute.

His eyes lit on her and softened.

"Can I hold it?" She asked.

Logan's lips tilted up in a grin.

"Sure, darlin'."

"Rogue! That is a wolf! A wild animal! You can't-"

"Can it, Scooter. She's just a pup. 'N half wolf at best." Logan nudged the man out of the way and gently placed the puppy in Marie's arms.

She ignored Scott's continued protests about laws and permits and giving the Professor a heart attack.

"How'd you come by a wolfdog, sugar?"

Logan leaned back against the truck.

"Found their Ma dead by the side of the road. Hit by a car. Took the others to a sanctuary up north, but this little troublemaker," he inclined his head toward her, "hid in the truck and hitched a ride. Didn't find her 'til I was on down the road. Sound like anyone you know?"

Rogue laughed and cuddled the nuzzling fluffball to her chest.

"Come on, Junior, let's go see what we can rustle up for you to eat."