Okay this is my attempt at a different kind of humor. The following contains some sexual innuendo but nothing nasty.

"I have decided to finally have Jean Grey join my X-Men." Professor Charles Xavier proclaimed. He had given this matter some serious thought for sometime and now seemed to be the right time. Jeans' powers had been too unstable to join before, her emotions still raw from her experience with friends' death. Then he had unexpectedly met one Robert Drake and his plans had shifted again. As the boy had Jeans' potential for great things with his powers, Charles knew then that he could only handle them separately. For awhile. Now he felt confident that he could give guidance to both youths.

 "Are ye certain Charles? What about the lads, are ye sure that they are ready?" Moria had asked over the phone. That was when his doubts began, though he couldn't understand why he was so concerned. What would be wrong with the boys knowing about Jean?

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Bobby Drake was not happy, not by a long shot. Shifting through old boxes to organize antiques was not his idea of fun. Not that it was meant to be as punishments rarely were. It seemed like Professor Xavier reserved the worse chores for him. The worse thing Scott had been forced to do was clean out the toilets. Not that he had ever done anything that would be deemed 'childish.' Still it didn't seem fair.

Dust flew into the air as he threw one empty box aside. He hastily covered his face with the bottom half of his shirt to avoid breathing it. All he needed was to have another coughing fit. Three hours of work and the boy had little to show for besides a couple of clean shelves. The attic had to have been cluttered for ages, perhaps longer than he had been alive. Cobwebs clung to every corner stretching over the ceiling reminding Bobby of a scene from an Indiana Jones movie. High above a single windows' light shone like a beacon though its light was faint because of the thick amount of dirt it had collected over the years.

 He could easily see this place as a relaxing hang out if someone took the time to clean it up. Though he had sneaky suspicious who that someone would be. Sighing he yanked another box off the pile in his haste to hurry up accidentally ripping it in the process. Another cloud of dust rose and he scrambled to move out of its path. He fell back narrowly missing landing on an intruder.

"It appears we have established our wayward frozen friends' whereabouts." Henry McCoy quipped helping the smaller boy to his feet.

"Yep, looks like." Warren Worthington mused taking in his friends' messy state. "You must have really pissed off the Prof this time twerp. What did you do trip Slim in practice again?"

"No…I sorta…" Bobby trailed off not wanting to give his friends the details.

 "I'm sorry, didn't quite catch that runt." Warren said settling himself down on one of the few places Bobby had managed to clean.

"I'll wager it had something to relate to a mishap with a prank intended of one of your beloved teammates." Hank chuckled adjusting his glasses as they began to slip off his nose.

"Most likely." Warren agreed. "So spill it icicle."

Bobby glared at the two of them and went back to work ignoring their demands. He started picking up the different books that had littered the floor after the box ripped. That is until two strong hands gripped his shoulder and pulled her backwards.

"HEY! What's the big deal you big ape?!" He hollered as Hank easily hung him over his shoulder.

"Oh dear, I'm getting the strangest feeling that young Mr. Drake does not desire our company."  Hank mused as Bobby feebly kicked him.

 "I feel so unwanted." Warren pouted, then smirked as the youngest boy struggled harder to break free. "Come on tell us already, you got a captive audience--"

"--Or rather we have a captive speaker." Quipped Hank.

"If you don't let go of me right now I'm going to give you both ice wedgies!"

"If you tell us we might help you sort this out."

 Warren gave his current partner in crime the dirtiest look he could manage earning him a soft chuckle in return. "It won't take that long if we all work together." Hank reasoned.

"But--"

"And one would assume none of us would mention this to our esteemed mentor or deputy leader. So if we would happen upon any articles of interest…"

 "Fine, fine, whatever. Not like I can do much with red in the shop anyway." The other boys groaned in unison. It had been two weeks since Warrens' treasured car 'red' had broken down. At the time, in his rage he had blamed Bobby for the malfunction. That was until he found out it had been his own fault when he had been joyriding. He had promised to make it up to his teammate for his snap judgment but he hadn't shut up about being stuck since. Hank looked at his young friend expectedly. Sighing Bobby mumbled something.

 "I beg your pardon?"

"What did you do?"

"I…sorta sent the Prof…flying…"

"What?!"

"How?"

"Well, I was practicing with my powers, and I didn't really have anywhere to do that inside--because Scott was in the Danger Room--and I had to do it near the mansion so I worked out by the pool…by the ramp--"

"The one the Professor uses?!"

"Well he hadn't been out there for like a month…"

"Did he get hurt?"

"No…," Bobby lowered his head and bit into his lip. "I softened the fall by…making a snow pile for him to land on." The other two X-Men hooted with laughter for sometime, to Bobbys' great irritation. Rolling his eyes he grabbed the pile of books and started to sort through them. Many of them appeared to be journals written by the Professor when he was traveling. Letters, and pictures of people he never saw and a couple he knew from pictures kept in the Profs' study. The familiar looking blond woman stood in one with her arm linked with a bearded man in what appeared to be her wedding. Not far behind stood alone boy who didn't seem to share the couples' happiness.

 As Bobby reached out to examine the boys' face another book, a heavier one hit the floor with a loud thud. The torn cover did nothing to reveal its contents.

"What have you got there, Bobby boy?" Hank called over his shoulder as he placed a couple heavy boxes into the corner.

 "Some book called…" Bobby squinted to read the title on the binding. "…Karma…Su…"

 Warrens' eyes widened and he rushed over with Hank to snatch the book. After a brief fight ensued Hank emerged victorious.

 "What's the big deal, it's just a book." Bobby commented naively completely oblivious to what the tome contained.

 "Uh…you…see…it's just…"

"It's yoga!" Hank lied.

 "…Uh sure, whatever you guys say."

Warren smirked. This was going to be interesting.

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Meanwhile two floors below Charles Xavier wondered if the boys were indeed ready for a female student.