Terri tried not to make eye contact as an embarrassed Kurt sat at their table.

"Morning." Jean said brightly- she was an early bird, Terri noted with something akin to jealousy. The telepath laughed. "You got to sleep in until 8, that's better than school!"

Jubilee sighed. "But it's not enough. Morning people just don't get it."

"They just don't." Terri agreed. "But, I think waking up in a nicer way would have made it better."

"Peter?" Jean asked.

"Yeah, didn't he wake you up?"

"He isn't that stupid." the red head snorted.

"He might be brash." Jubilee agreed, "but he doesn't have, like, a death wish or anything."

"Lucky you." Terri said as Scott slammed his plate on the table. "Not a morning person either, Scott?"

A groan as his head disappeared into his hands was all the answer they needed. "I'm going to kill Peter." He murmured. The icing on the cake, Terri thought wryly.

"Talking about me?" Peter asked as he sat down next to Terri. "Goodness, I have some stories! Hey- where did you port to, Crawler? Ya'know, when you jumped a mile into the air after I scared you?"

"Startled, not scared." Kurt corrected almost primly.

"The Girl's Common Room, the one by the stairs." Terri answered. Kurt gasped at the mock-betrayal, holding his heart. She grinned at him, shrugging apologetically.

Peter laughed. "Don't get too comfy, Alterria! I saw that teddy bear, and you practically dived under the covers when you saw me, which I found particularly ironic; why'd you need to cover your torso after talking about how fla-"

Jean flipped a pancake off his plate onto Peter's face, effectively shutting him up.

"Thank you." Terri mouthed. Jean nodded, delicately taking a bit of her own pancakes. Teri admired her class, she decided. Jean was always poised, though it must be difficult with everyone else's voices in your head.

"Sometimes it makes it easier." Jean said, smiled at Terri. "Like when I'm around this one." She pointed her fork at the speedster. "I mean, Scott looks poised compared to him, so."

Both boys in question looked up in confusion, and Jean and Terri laughed. Jubilee and Kurt assumed Terri must have asked her something silently, and ignored the relative strangeness.

"Laugh it up, Terri." Peter smiled. "today is your first gym class, and Wolvy agreed to teach it for the summer."

Scott groaned at this, and Jean elbowed him. Jubilee looked up, excited.

"Logan is staying to teach? YES!" she cheered.

"It's Coach Howlett, Jubes." Jeans said at the same time Scott added:

"You won't like him half so much once you have him as an actual coach."

Jubilee waved her hand. "Its fine, Logan loves me."

Several of the kids around the table made sounds of disbelief, and Terri asked them who this Coach Howlett was.

"Logan Howlett, aka Wolverine, aka Wolvy, but only if you can outrun him." Peter smiled. "He's the tall, jacked dude with metal claws and the weird haircut." Peter flipped two bits of his hair up. "Kinda like this."

Terri furrowed her brows. "Hm, was he that lumberjack- looking guy I saw in the basement that first day?"

"Yep." Peter popped the 'P'

"Metal claws?" Terri asked. She hadn't seen any…

"Yeah, they used to be bone, then he got himself a shiny new adamantium skeleton. They can retract into his hand." Peter shrugged, then realized the others were looking at him strangely.

"How do you know his claws used to be bone?" Jean asked. "And, wait, how do you know he agreed to teach? It wasn't announced yet?"

Peter cleared his throat. "Ah, well, teacher privileges. Chuck told me I'd only have to be coaching the littlies this summer cuz Wolvy would take the older kids."

Terri would have believed him if Jean didn't look so suspiciously at the boy.

"And maybe his lips are a little looser with alcohol." Peter added finally, before standing. "Anyway, I gotta go, teacher stuff, ya know."

He sped off, and Kurt turned to Jean. "Peter was getting the Professor drunk?"

The telepath choked, then laughed. "No, no, he meant Coach Howlett. Although, his healing factor means it take an exorbitant amount to get even tipsy…"

"Maybe he chugged some vodka." Scott shrugged.

Jean scowled. "No, he's a teacher."

"Doesn't mean anything."

"The professor wouldn't let him anyway-"

"Dude, he doesn't do anything about our stash"

Jean narrowed her eyes at the interruption

"- and he wouldn't really want to get drunk anyway, and-"

Scott rolled his eyes.

"Oh, how do you know that? He's practically an alcoholic-"

"Don't call him that, he's not-"

Kurt, Jubilee, and Terri exchanged worried glances.

"Frequents more bars than Alex did after Vietnam, Jean-"

This couple was starting to all-out argue.

"Well, he isn't Alex-"

"What do you mean by that?!"

Jubilee cleared her throat, to no avail. Kurt nudged Scott, but got an irritated swat back. Terri received the same from Jean.

"Could you shoot your sparks at them?" Terri asked.

"That's against the rules-" Kurt began, but Jubilee was already shooting one large PAFT towards each of them.

Both looked down, confused, before the PAFTS burst into a bright light then faded.

The good news was that they weren't arguing with each other. The bad news was that they looked ready to fight the other three together.

"Jubilee, you aren't supposed to use your powers in the cafeteria." Jean said in a deadly calm voice while Scott growled.

Kurt looked around, realizing most everyone in the dining hall was watching them. His tail slowly slid behind both girl's waists, just in case. It turned out to be unnecessary, as the bell interrupted anything the couple might have done.

Kurt and Terri jumped up. Terri regretted it for a minute, missing the comfort of Kurt's gesture, then told herself not to.

"That's the last bell for breakfast, not class." Scott said, grinning. "You don't have to leave yet.

"Ah, but we wouldn't want to be late." Terri said in a rush, then the two ran out.

Jubilee leaned across the table, then thought loudly to Jean: 'Your fork was floating. Sorry.'

Then the pigtailed girl ran after her friends.

Left alone, the two looked down at the table. Then, at the same time, they blurted out:

"Sorry."

Jean smiled softly, and Scott rubbed his neck.

"So, how bad is Coach Howlette?" Terri asked the other two in the hallway.

Kurt groaned and Jubilee cackled.

"He's not that bad." The girl reassured at Terri's unamused expression. Kurt snorted. "He's not." She insisted.

"Fine. He is not that bad. If he likes you." Kurt admitted.

"He does like you." Jubilee said.

"He calls me 'Elf'."

"So do I."

"Not as often. I think he thinks 'Elf' is my name."

"So, beyond the nickname thing, what's he like?" Terri broke in.

"He is… well, he's Logan." Jubilee shrugged.

"He is… enthusiastic about training." Kurt said.

"Yeah. He's a bit rough around the edges, but he's a real softy at heart." Jubilee admitted.

"He might drink and smoke a lot, but he doesn't let students do it." Kurt added

"Yeah, 'cuz he said he can't get drunk or cancer or whatever. But he won't give any students alcohol."

Kurt snorted a little bit. Jubilee turned.

"What? Are- wait, who did he give alcohol to? He said he wouldn't slip me any!"

Kurt just smirked. Terri's heart jumped. "Maybe he has not because he likes you." He said.

Jubilee rolled her eyes, but she had to concede. "Maybe. Wait." Her eyes narrowed. "Has he offered you any?"

"I have never had any of Coach Howlette's alcoholic stash." Kurt raised his hand like he was in court.

"Has Scott?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "No, Coach hates Scott."

"And he likes me. Hence my thinking maybe he hoped he would die of alcohol poisoning or something. But really Kurt, who has had some?"

"Peter, Shawn. Robert said Coach offered him one night, well, kinda."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, he thought he was being offered it, but Coach just wanted him to open it!" Kurt laughed. "I don't know if he ever got any alcohol from him that night, or if he just nabbed some from Scott's stash."

Terri shook her head, trying to follow the story. "Who're Shawn and Robert?"

"Shawn's a redhead, likes working with littlies. He's a legacy." Legacies were second or third generation mutants. "Robert is really tall, black, has green hair."

Terri tilted her head, then placed the faces to the names.

"But, speaking of Coach Howlette, we do have gym in an hour. Come on, Terri." Jubilee tugged her away up the stairs.

After changing into acceptable gym clothes and packing a bag with her first outfit, some make up, and a shower pack, Jubilee deemed them ready to go back down.

"You never really know how much time you'll have after to change, since we've got lit right after, so it's best to bring this. Do you have a water bottle?"

"Nope." Terri said, pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"Hmm. Well, we can get one in the kitchen."

"So, I'm not that athletic…" Terri said, fiddling with her bag's strap.

Jubilee puffed her bangs up. "You'll be fine, Terri. Just don't act too nervous or pitiful and you won't annoy him. But don't backtalk him too much either, that's why he doesn't like Scott."

"Great. Don't be nervous about the guy who can smell fear."

Jubilee rolled her eyes. "Girl, he's not the most dangerous teach here. Mystique and Magneto are freaking fugitives. Internationally wanted. Logan's just an old dude who happens to be good at fighting and likes kids."

Terri blinked.

"True."

After swinging by the kitchen to get water, Jubilee led her to the gym.

"Hi Logan!" she chirped to the coach, who looked like he was hiding his amusement.

"That's Coach Howlette to you, Firecracker."

"Sure, sir." Jubilee rolled her eyes. "So, where've you been? Super-secret x-men missions?"

Logan didn't even bother looking up from his attendance sheet. "If I was, I couldn't tell ya. Summers is late, so I'll just check that down."

The girls exchanged glances, looking unsure (Terri) or amused (Jubilee).

Sure enough though, Kurt bamfed in a minute later, then Jean ran through the doors as the bell rang. A second later, Scott followed her in.

"Alright everyone, 3 laps to warm up. Five for you, Cyclops."

"I hate that name." Scott muttered as he ran by.

"Only when Logan calls you it." Jubilee pointed out.

"Extra lap for you, Firecracker!" Logan called over to her.

The girl only laughed as she pulled Terri along. "Come on. We're only doing three laps."

AN: lol I know I haven't posted in a while, I had major writing block on how to write Logan. I think I'm figuring it out now tho.

there will probably be a time skip coming up, as something... explosive is scheduled for the fourth of july...