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About vows and men
"I'm not doing this."
Jean Grey turned her head to the right and looked at her long time best friend, Emma Frost, as they drove down the mountain side on their way to the Xavier Mansion. Jean had the windows down, and the sunroof open, as she shifted her silver BMW into the fifth gear and sped up some. Reacting from the burst in speed, Emma gripped the door handle and tensed her muscles, causing Jean to smirk.
"We've already had this discussion, Emma," Jean replied as the wind blew her hair back.
Emma nodded, biting her lip, as she kept her eyes on the road. "I know…but I changed my mind."
"Again?" Jean groaned. "We agreed we would stick this out and give it a shot. This Professor offered us some pretty nice jobs."
"Excuse me," Emma replied tartly, glaring at Jean through her sunglasses. "I am a very wealthy Manhattan woman. I don't need any man's money."
Jean snickered. "You need to come up with a better pick up line."
Emma's jaw dropped. "That's wasn't my pick up line, smart ass."
Jean raised her finger, slightly panicking Emma by releasing the steering wheel. Noticing it, she grinned evilly at Emma. "What's the matter, Emma?" she taunted sweetly. Still grinning, she removed both her hands from the wheel as her car sped up once more, causing Emma to shriek.
"Put your hands back on the wheel!" she cried. "Put them back on the wheel!"
Jean was enjoying Emma's hysterical plea too much to obey. She lifted her arms up and out the sunroof window even as another car from the opposite side came barreling down the highway; yet, Jean did not falter.
"Jean!" Emma shrieked.
Jean laughed as she finally gave in and replaced her hands on the steering wheel as they passed the other car. Jean continued to giggle as Emma fought to catch her breath. "You are so evil," she hissed.
"Made you forget about the mansion though, didn't it?" Jean asked.
Emma shook her head. "That was a very smart, very tricky, dirty little game you just played."
Chuckling, Jean downshifted again and nodding ahead of her as she slowed the car. "Well, now you don't have to think anymore because we're here."
Looking out the window, Emma took off her sunglasses and leaned forward, to get a clear view of the mansion in front of them. As Jean pulled the car into a stop in front of a massive gate, she looked around. Everything seemed so perfect. The grass was green and cut perfectly; kids and teens were out playing football, soccer and basketball. Just as Jean had come to a stop, the gate opened for them and after exchanging glances, she pulled her car in slowly as Emma continued to look in awe.
"We got plenty of teachers," Logan grunted. "Why do we need more?"
"Because it will help the three of you out," Charles said calmly, referring to Scott, Ororo and of course…Logan.
"I agree with Logan," Scott replied. "I don't think we need anymore teachers here. We've been doing fine on our own."
"The responsibility of X-Men and teachers are fair to great for the three of you to balance," Charles stated. "Even with Hank and Moira to help out some, it is even better with additional help."
"Yes," Ororo agreed. "But now we have to keep our identities as X-Men hidden from even more people."
Charles sighed. "This is for the better," he said as he and the others made their way to the front door and outside.
"A'right," Logan replied impatiently. "Where are they then?"
As Charles squinted through the brightness of the sun, he shook his head. "I am not sure."
"Is that them?" Scott asked, pointing to the approaching silver BMW.
"Ya got to be shittin' me," Logan cried. "Rich bitches? Ya hired rich bitches, Chuck?"
Charles shook his head as the BMW stopped in front of them and Scott and Ororo walked down the steps to greet them.
Emma changed looks with Jean as the redhead shut the car off and opened her door. Emma stepped out as well to be approached by a man wearing red tinted glasses, masking his emotion, and a white haired, dark skinned female, with a fake plastered grin on her face.
"Hi," the female greeted first, extending her hand which Emma hesitantly took and shook. "My name is Ororo and this is Scott," she introduced, pointing at the brown haired man.
Smiling politely at her, Scott shook her hand as well, "Hi."
"Charmed, I'm sure," Emma purred, causing Jean to groan, as she made her way around the car.
"I'm Jean," the red head introduced herself. "And the rude, drooling friend of mine is Emma Frost."
Scott shifted uneasily as Emma kept her icy blue eyes on him. Ororo, noticing the uncomfortable silence looming, cleared her throat. "Any bags we could help you with?"
"Oh, yes," Jean said, turning around and hitting opening the truck. Scott turned and signaled for Logan, who growled and glared at him, as he made his way down the stairs to help.
Scott's jaw nearly dropped when he saw how full the trunk was with their bags. "Jeez…did you bring the whole house with you?"
"No," Emma said, watching Logan walk up to them. "That's on its way." Exchanging looks with Ororo, who shook her head, Logan walked up to the car. "And what's your name?" Emma asked him sweetly.
Glaring at the blonde, Logan pushed her out of the way after he said, "Not interested."
Jean smirked as Emma frowned. "Fine," Emma muttered, crossing her arms across her chest.
"There are bags in the back seat as well," Jean informed them. "Thanks so much," she said before her and Emma walked up the steps to greet Xavier.
Ororo stared at the two women as Logan and Scott stared at the trunk full of bags. "Well…these next few months will be interesting," she replied quietly.
"Oh, really?" Logan grunted and pulled one suitcase and bag after the next rather carelessly out of the trunk, while Scott took care of the bags on the backseat. "What is it with women and tons of luggage?!" he added in a low growl since one suitcase was rather heavy.
"Well," Ororo said while watching him and noticed that he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Not everyone can live with a duffle bag only and maybe one shirt and pair of jeans to wear, Logan."
"Then ya learn it," he mocked and joined Scott in carrying what he considered as useless stuff over to the mansion's front door. He really began to ask himself what those two chicks had brought with them. He guessed at least half of the stuff in those suitcases and bags were garbage...
"This is so ridiculous," Scott said and heaved a deep breath after dropping two bags to the ground.
"Wanna bet its shoes, shoes and..." Logan pointed at the third suitcase. "Shoes?"
"Well," his teammate shrugged and was already on his way back to the door. "Then let's get the purses next."
After they were finally done and all bags and suitcases were inside the mansion, the Professor, Jean and Emma were already waiting for the three mutants to join them in their meeting. He smiled kindly when a grumpy looking Logan and an exhausted looking Scott entered his office, followed by Ororo, who gave the two women once more a forced smile.
"Please have a seat," Charles offered but Logan crossed his arms and took his casual place between window and door. "Well, as I have already told you Ms Grey and Ms Frost will join our staff and help us with teaching." He smiled at the two women that still looked around his office. "Let me introduce our current staff to you," he offered and both women looked at him. "Ororo is our history and English teacher, Scott teaches math and technology and Logan over here," he said and turned his head towards the rather mean-looking man on his right. "Teaches Physical education, French and Self-defense."
"Self-Defense?!" Emma asked and stopped scanning the man from head to toe. "Why? I thought this is a school."
As an answer Logan rolled his eyes and showed once more his dislike for rich chicks like her. "They need to be able to defend themselves," Scott answered instead and held the woman's gaze when she turned into his direction. "It's only for their own good and they like it."
Jean on the contrary hadn't listened to the conversation and was still occupied with analyzing the man, who leant against the bookshelf. "So you speak French?" she asked and Logan could tell that she really was interested in his reply.
After he gave her the same analyzing look back, he turned back to the window and looked out of it. "Canadian..."
"Anyway," the Professor interrupted them and all eyes turned back to him. "Ms Grey will teach biology and ethics from now on, since you do have your PhD, and Ms Frost was so nice to agree on teaching philosophy and chemistry. Hank will still remain as our genetics teacher while I do my physics and mutant ethics classes."
"Who's Hank?" Emma asked.
"You might have heard about Dr. Henry McCoy," Charles replied and while Jean nodded, Emma shook her head.
"He is the Secretary of Mutant Affairs," Jean told her and noticed the brief look Logan gave her.
"Hmm...," was all Emma made as a reply and got up. "I'd really like to freshen up."
"Of course," the Professor nodded, ignoring Logan's snort on purpose and gave both women a smile. "Logan would you please show Emma..."
"Forget it!" the man grunted before Charles had even a chance to finish his sentence. "I'll stick with Red here'n Cyke can deal with Icy."
"Icy?!" Emma asked him disgustedly and gave Jean a look, but her friend could only shrug when Logan beckoned her to follow him with a more or less polite nod toward the door. "What a rude bastard! Who does he think he is?"
"Well, it's Logan," Scott shrugged and came closer. "If you don't mind I'll show you the way to your room." Waiting for her to walk past him, Scott couldn't help but roll his eyes behind his shades since Emma made no secret of being offended and stomp past him.
"Yes...," Ororo nodded with a look at the bald man behind the desk. "The next few months will be more than interesting..."
Not being a man of many words Logan had asked which bags belonged to her, grabbed them and hoped that the rich redhead behind him wouldn't see him as her personal butler. He would carry those two suitcases and the bag up for her and she could do the rest. To his great surprise, she had grabbed the rest of her things and followed him. He stopped in front of a room door and opened it. After entering the bedroom, he dropped her things to the ground and watched how she looked around in interest. "Bathroom's over there," Logan said and nodded towards the door opposite of the bed. "We've breakfast between 6:45 and 7:30, lunch at 12 and dinner at 6:30. If you've any questions, ask Chuck."
"Ehm...," Jean made and he stopped at the door to cock an eyebrow at him. "Where are the classrooms and where do you eat?" Flashing him one of her best smiles in hope that he would not just leave and she would have to find everything on her own, Jean waited patiently.
Sighing, Logan rolled his eyes. "Fine... I'll give ya the tour," he said in defeat and received another smile from her. "But only once! I don't care if ya or that rich bitch get lost here, okay?"
"Fine with me," Jean said sweetly and closed the door behind her. "Where is your room?" As an answer he only pointed to the one that was opposite of her own. Seeing her eyes flash in pure glee, Logan shook his head and snorted as Jean said, "Good to know," and turned to walk down the corridor.
Not being able to help it, Logan titled his head slightly, getting a good look at her backside. Jean, feeling Logan's eyes on her, smirked. This will be an interesting few months, she thought happily.