Disclaimer: I own nothing, otherwise this would've happened in the movies at some point, or the comic, I'm not fussy.

Summary: Hank's been kidnapped, and Logan's discovering that the rest of the X-Men are surprisingly unbothered by this fact.

Storm sat drinking a cup of herbal tea in the kitchen, reading the daily news paper

Storm sat drinking a cup of herbal tea in the kitchen, reading the daily news paper. Scott came in and sat down opposite her, picking up his own paper and absently pouring two cups of coffee. Jean soon followed and kissed Scott for making her coffee, before sitting down beside him and sharing his paper.

Logan ran in. "Hank's been kidnapped!" he exclaimed brandishing a note. Jean took the note distractedly and glanced at it, before passing it to Scott who handed it to Storm. They all returned to their morning papers. Logan stared at them.

"Isn't Ro a little too calm for someone who's husband's been kidnapped?" he demanded.

Storm shrugged. "So?"

"And isn't this the point where Scott is running for the door yelling for us to get into uniform?"

"Not really no," Scott refuted.

"Or Jean is trying to get psychic traces off the paper?"

"Nope," Jean shook her head.

Logan was officially confused. "Why are you guys so unbothered by the fact that Hank has been kidnapped?"

The Professor appeared in the door and accepted a cup of tea off Storm. "Good morning."

"Professor," Logan turned to the headmaster of the school. "Hank's been kidnapped!"

Storm handed the Professor the note. He glanced at it, rolled his eyes and took a sip of his tea.

"Why does nobody care?"

Another figure appeared in the doorway and made its way dispiritedly towards the coffee machine. Logan blinked.

"Hank?" he stared. Hank's blue fur had been straightened, his eyelashes had been curled, his lips had been attacked with lipstick and his claws were now bright pink.

"I am never baby-sitting for you again," Hank told Scott, pointing one neatly manicured finger at the co-leader of the X-Men who just smiled and raised his coffee cup.

"Wha-?" Logan couldn't get over it. "What…How…When…Is this why you weren't bothered? How did you know?"

Scott tapped the piece of paper knowingly. "Recognized the handwriting."

Hank nodded morosely.

"It's a mix of Kitty's, Jubilee's and Rogue's," Jean told Logan grinning madly.

"Hank made the mistake of agreeing to let them have a girl's night in last night while we took the boys out," Storm smirked. "I have no pity. He brought this on himself."

"They attacked me!" Hank moaned. "It was awful! They didn't even give me the chance to escape!"

"Tut-tut," the Professor was having trouble hiding his amused smile.

"I thought I'd get sympathy from someone!" Hank exclaimed.

The Professor, Jean, Storm and Scott all looked at each other, then at the ludicrous figure Hank was cutting and then back at each other. Finally they looked back at Hank, and as one, shook their heads and said:

"Not a chance mate, it's your own fault."

Just had to write it! I'm sorry! I thought it was funny, please review!!