Logan sighed. He had been pleased to hear that he wouldn't be resuming his teaching duties until after the weekend. It was only Friday, and yet he was still so bored, he thought he was going to hurt someone. He really wished he had something to do.

Exasperated, he left his room for the first time that day and glanced at his watch: 2:30pm. The day was pretty much done and he hadn't left the confines of his bedroom. “Ya' know Logan, ya' gotta get out more” he muttered to himself as he wandered down the corridor.

With nothing better to do he decided to go look for Jean, he felt like pissing someone off and Scott seemed a perfect candidate for his frustration to be unleashed upon. After a quick stop off at the kitchen fridge, which still yielded no beer, he began his search.

Half an hour later Logan sat in the kitchen, understandably bemused, he couldn't find Jean, nor any other adults, even when he tried sniffing them out. It was then that he noticed the note, held to the table with an empty milk bottle, it simply read:

Hey Logan,

I Heard you were back but couldn't find you. You're in charge. Ororo's around but I don't know where, Scott and I have gone out, Hank and the professor are at some conference and Warren and Betsy will be back soon.

Jean

PS: We're out of milk.

Logan let out a roar of annoyance as he embedded his claws in the table. Great, just great he thought to himself. Stuck with a load of kids for the afternoon, that is unless he could find Ororo. He had looked all over the mansion and it was tipping down with rain outside so -
Ah of course, I've bin' such an idiot, he thought to himself and set off at a run.

He arrived at her greenhouse minutes later, soaked to the skin and in an even fouler mood than before.

"Logan"

"'Roro" Logan gave her a slight nod. "Can I come in"

"Of course, now pray tell, what's wrong?"

"Oh 'ya know I'm just bored, an' I'm s'posed ta be in charge" Logan paused and then retorted, "Dunno whose idea that was"

"Where is Jean?"

"Out, so are all the other staff"

"Well, if you came here to ask me if I could take charge-"

"Nah, just wanted a chat."

"This makes a change, you usually only ever come to me when you are troubled by something"

Logan grinned "Yeah sorry 'bout that "

"That's just one of the perils of being a good listener, I suppose"

"-And just one of the perils of being very close ta me" Logan chuckled. Then he stopped, he had meant the last part as a joke and yet he suddenly felt quite awkward. He suddenly felt quite panicked by the silence that followed, and so felt quite obliged to break it. "Oh Yeah, sorry, we're out of milk. I gotta go get some, 'shouldn't be gone too long", and with that he half ran out of the green house.

Shit Shit Shit , well ya' sure screwed that one up Logan he thought as he searched for Scott's motorcycle keys, failing to find them he just extended a claw stuck it clean through the ignition switch and after a few movements the engine burst into life with a roar.

And now for milk he thought to himself.

Whilst speeding along deserted roads he replayed the conversation in his mind. Thinking about it, he realised that the tension between them was begining to ruin their relationship. The tension that had only so recently become so strong. Ah, I've gotta fix this, he thought to himself and did a sharp u-turn.

When Logan returned to the mansion, a state of calm had fallen over it. All the Students were doing homework or other tasks assigned to them by Ororo. Logan sighed. It was one of the aspects of Ororo that he greatly admired, the way that she was so calm and serene and yet commanded so much respect from students and staff alike. He took a deep band walked over to where Ororo was supervising some of the younger students.

"hey Ororo"

"What happened to going to get milk?"

"Oh forget the milk, I've got sommat more important ta' talk 'bout"

"Oh yes?"

"yeah. Sommat that's bin' on my mind a while now" Logan paused, summoned up all his courage, and said, "Look 'Ro, I should'a said this a long time ago but -"

At that precise moment, Jean, Scott, Warren and Betsy chose to burst in. Immediately Ororo's attention was stolen from Logan as her head flicked round. She rushed off to greet her old friends. Logan took a deep breath, but even with his great self control, he still couldn't quite keep his anger from seeping through to the surface, as he stalked off to his room , growling softly.

Ororo turned around, with the intention of continuing her conversation with Logan. Upon finding him to have vanished she stopped, puzzled. She consulted a nearby student. "Hey Danny did you see where Professor Logan went?"

Danny, a mustant with the ability to see through any material, replied, "um uh He's on his way to his Uh room. He looks pretty mad though."

Ororo sighed, she really didn't understand that man, one moment he's acting like a sensitive aensible adult, the next he was off on one of his tantrums. Even now he was probably tearing the mansion apart, just because he couldn't say exactly what he wanted.

Once Logan reached his room, he let rip. Unable to control his ferocity any longer, he slipped out of conciousness and ceased to be a human being. Twenty minutes later Logan sat, stunned on his bed and surveyed the damage. Pretty much anything that could be torn or scratched-which was everything was damaged.

Logan was confused, he hadn't lost his temper in a long time. Of course he was pretty pissed about not being listened to, but something that minor couldn't've provoked his fit of rage. He sat on the corner of his bed deep in thought for a long time. He was so deep in thought that he didn't hear the calls for food, nor the high
spirited cries of students as Cyclops attempted to organise an evening activity, by time the staff finally retreated to their quarters Logan was already deep in sleep.