Marie glanced up at the clock for the third time. It was a quarter after and class had not started yet. She wanted to enjoy the free time to gossip with her classmates, but she couldn't help worrying about Storm.

She knew that her teacher had been injured during the mission last night, but if class was canceled they would have been made aware of it. Rogue began to panic, maybe Miss Munroe had been hurt more than Dr. Grey knew, and had a concussion or some other injury. Maybe she was laying up in her loft half-dead and couldn't call for help.

She had to go save Miss Munroe!

Just as Marie stood and dashed out of the classroom, Ororo rounded the corner clutching her gradebook to her chest and looking absolutely beat.

"Oh, Miss Munroe, I was worried sick!"

"I'm sorry, Rogue. I had a rough night." She would have laughed at the girl's slightly scolding tone.

There was a collective groan as Ororo entered the classroom.

"I am glad to see you all this morning as well."

Rogue took her seat next to Seth.

"Well, at least we can get our plan rolling." Seth said twisting around in his seat to face them.

Rogue had forgotten about that. She was still in favor of it although she wasn't sure if now was the right time. Their teacher looked like death warmed over, and Seth's juju might do more harm than good.

She started to object, but before she could get the words out Miss Munroe requested a volunteer to pass out some tests that she'd finished marking.

Seth's hand shot up first and she gestured for him to come up. He stood and shot a sneaky look at the two girls.

Rogue froze as he went to the front of the room where Ororo sat on the corner of her desk. Instead of taking the papers that were held out to him he reached beneath them and grabbed Miss Munroe's wrist.

Noone else seemed to be paying attention as their teacher's eyes clouded over and then turned back to their normal blue color. Seth still didn't let go, and Miss Munroe started to wobble in place.

Rogue was no longer frozen. Once again she lept from her seat dashing to the front of the class to where the two stood. She crashed into them sending the papers flying everywhere and drawing the attention of the rest of the class.

"What'd you do that for?" Seth hissed, but Rogue wasn't listening. As soon as Seth's grip had been broken on Ororo's wrist she'd leaned over the side of her desk and puked.

The class screamed into chaos.

"GO GET DR. GREY!" Marie yelled as she reached over to pull back her teacher's hair.

"EEEEEW!" she squealed, accidentally getting an eyeful as Ororo wretched again and again. The classroom emptied, and Rogue fought her own nausea at the sight, sound and smell of her teacher's sick.

"Ororo! What happened?!"

Rogue whipped around to see Dr. Grey digging through her medical bag.

"I am a bit ill, Jean," Ororo said between coughs.

"That's quite the understatement. Rogue would you mind getting someone to clean this up," she said while pulling on rubber gloves.

" Sure thing." Rogue got up to leave the room.

"What triggered this, Ororo."

"I honestly don't know, Jean. I was about to begin class, and then I forgot where I was for a moment and then became extremely nauseous."

Marie, who lingered at the doorway, breathed a sigh of relief. She left the room and bumped into Seth.

"It was your fault!" he hissed stabbing an accusing finger at her.

"What were you trying to do? Kill her?!"

"I'm just doing what you all asked me to do."

"You don't know what you're doing." Marie's voice held a funny tone as she began to realize how bad an idea this was.

"She'll be okay. The sickness is just a minor side-effect, but you didn't let me finish. I don't know if it'll work."

"Yeah, well I don't think this is a good idea anymore. Our matchmaking days are over!"

"I doubt the others will agree with you."

"They will when they find out what happened!" With that Marie stormed down the hallway in search of the custodian.

Seth thought for a moment about catching up to Marie and manually changing her mind, but remembered her powers. He didn't know what would happen, but he wasn't willing to risk having his powers, memories, and God knew what else drained away.

He headed in the same direction. Rounding a corner he ran smack into Logan. It was like hitting a brick wall. Seth was knocked off balance and tried to gain his footing. He almost fell, but the older man grabbed his elbow and held him steady.

"You alright, kid."

Back on balance Seth looked down at his teacher's hand on his arm. He couldn't believe the opportunity that had just fell in his lap. In the brief moment it took for Seth to focus his power his window of opportunity slammed shut. Wolverine removed his hand and was making his way toward Ms. Munroe's classroom.

Logan walked in just in time to hear Jean scolding Ororo on not having her arm bandaged. He grimaced at the stench of the room.

"It frikkin reeks in here." He said covering his nose with his forearm.

They both glared at him, "That makes me feel better. Thank you, Logan."

"I think Ororo got a bug yesterday."

"Big shock." Logan interjected.

"The only thing shocking is that Ororo's the only one who got sick." Jean took off her stethoscope and draped it around her neck, "Your fine, hon. I don't think this is anything that a little rest and good meal won't cure. Have you eaten anything this morning?"

Ororo was still as Jean began to rewrap her arm, "No time."

Jean's lips formed a tight line, "Logan would you mind getting her something from the kitchen, and meeting us in Ro's loft?"

"Umm sure. Any requests?"

She shook her head, "I just need to get something in my belly."

Logan paused, convincing himself that now might not be the best time to crack a dirty joke. The moment passed and he was on his way to the kitchen.

Ororo watched him go feeling a bit touched by his willingness to help out.

"Five bucks says he brings you back beef jerky."

Logan knocked lightly before entering Ororo's attic loft. He assumed the garbled response told him to come in and used his free hand to push open the door. The room he'd seen for the first time a few days ago looked like a tornado hit it. The bed was bare of linen, but blouses and other articles of clothing and hair accessories were strewn across it. They spilled over onto the floor where they were gathered into a pile by the desk as if she had swept them out of the way with her foot. The pile of clothes was topped with books that had been tipped over like dominoes from their place on the desk. Ororo's grade book and a loose bundle of papers were spread out over the desk's surface leaving no place for him to leave the tray of food.

Ororo poked her head out of the bathroom, her fist wrapped around the toothbrush handle that stuck out of her mouth, "I'll be right out."

He stood awkwardly in the center of the room holding the tray as she brushed her teeth and then gargled.

'I'm not her fucking busboy.' He thought irritated with himself for staying as long as he had. He put the tray down on her bed without bothering to clear a space, and turned to leave.

Ororo came out of the bathroom in a cloud of minty freshness just as he stepped down into the stairway.

"You're leaving?" She asked taking an orange off of the tray.

"Yeah, I didn't see any reason to stick around." He lifted the hatch door to close over him.

"Ah," She nodded turning her back to him and fiddling with the objects on the tray, "and you don't have the decency to at least let me thank you."

Logan laughed humorlessly, letting the door drop with a bang to the floor. Leaving it gaping open as he descended the steps heavily. "Your Welcome!"

Ororo waited a beat before going after him. She hesitated at the stairway another second or two before running down them to catch him before he got too far away, "Logan." She pushed open the door at the bottom of the steps, and saw him disappearing down the hall. "Logan!" She called after him.

He kept walking.

She took a few brisk steps before catching herself, "I know that you can hear me."

He waved a hand dismissively.

"Logan, I won't chase you."

"Fine. I got shit to do."

"Fine, then! Send one of the children to assist me!"

"I'm not the fuckin' help, lady!" He whirled.

Lady. The corner of her mouth quirked up at that. He was mad now. A strange thing happened then. Her frustration gave way as she watched him fume. He could be kind of sexy sometimes.

Ororo took a couple of steps forward, "Logan." She smiled warmly with a hint of laughter.

He flinched backward at the sudden change, "What?"

She did laugh then, "You're looking at me as if I've grown another head." She held up the palm of her hand in a gesture of peace, "I'm sorry, Logan.'

"Okay"

"Would you please come back."

"Why?"

Ororo lifted an eyebrow, "Because I need you to peel my orange." She held up the fruit for him to see, and disappeared into the stair well.