Logan had woken shortly before noon and immediately wondered about the silence in the neighbored room. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed he slipped into his boots and moved over to his girls' room, only to find it empty. He walked over to the crib peeking in it and his heart became a little heavy – he had looked forward to be greeted by his mate and cub. 'Wonder where they are?'

After a short stop in his bathroom, Logan descended the stairs and scented the air, picking out Marie's unique scent. He followed it and to his surprise it led him towards the dining hall. 'Didn't think she was already ready to face the nosy brats.'

'Not to mention all on her own, bub.' Wolverine purred in acknowledgment of their mate's courage.

Logan's gaze immediately settled on the table in the corner, where Marie usually sat with her friends. This time was no exception and his eyes lingered a moment on his two girls, making sure they were alright.

With a scowl on his features he gathered pasta on his plate and drowned it in the red meat sauce – fishing the biggest meatballs out. Then he walked over to the teachers' table, his girls eyeing with his peripheral view the entire time. Marie was a little nervous, this told him her scent, but she was fine over there without him.

"Where were you, Logan?" Storm asked as he sat down on the free seat next to her and across Jean.

He tore his eyes a moment away from his mate and looked at his fellow X-Men. "Sleepin'." Was the grunted answer and his view was already centered on a certain students' table.

"So it didn't help then?" Ororo remarked and Logan granted her another fleeting view.

"No, umm. It did help." His brain must still be half asleep – he normally doesn't stammer. "Thanks, 'Ro. That was the best solution."

"You're welcome." The weather witch smiled.

But Logan's attention was already back at the brunette on the other table. Thanks to Storm's babbling he had missed what the fire controlling boy had said to his Marie. But whatever it was, it wasn't something nice and her boiling anger didn't go unnoticed by the other kids, thanks to her screaming back at the jerk.

'Whore?! Did that little piece of shit call her a whore?!' Logan bolted to his feet, his chair was almost tipping over, but Storm caught it in time.

'Logan!' Xavier's stern voice warned in his mind.

'Don't worry, Chuck. I'm not gonna kill him. Rogue wouldn't like that.' He growled back mentally and was proud to see that his mate was strong enough to not cry or withdrew in her shame, even without his assistance.

Marie's eyes met his in an instant and he saw her relief in her chocolate orbs switch to sheer panic. He held her gaze a second longer and his jaw relaxed for a fleeting moment and her concern that he would do something to the boy vanished. His young mate knew him and his body language – no one else had noticed their little exchange.

The Canadian placed his hand on John's back of the chair and spun the boy including stool around with a twist of his wrist and a screeching of the chair's legs on the floor. The boy's expression was priceless. You could literally read from his face 'Oh shit!'. A snarl rang from the feral's lips before he growled in a low and threatening voice, but loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Thought you little rat call yourself Rogue's friend?! Or am I mistaken?!"

Pyro held his breath and prayed that Wolverine would kill him quickly and less painful, but the man only stared at him with his dark piercing eyes. "Umm…"

'Wrong answer, bub.' With a little more force than necessary Logan pushed the chair against the next one, the one Bobby sat on, and 'accidentally' shut John's hand between the two chairs, making him wince in pain and the lighter, he was snapping open and close the entire time, fell to the floor.

Bobby didn't miss the snarl that was directed to him and he knew it was for the incident this morning. "Was the only reason you disloyal jerks let her sit with you, so you'd get the newest rumors to spread?!" He bent down closer to the two boys. "Who do you think you are to feel yourself fit to judge Rogue?" Wolverine straightened again and his vicious eyes swept over all students in the room. "I mean all of you!" He saw some teenagers jump in fear, others looked away guiltily, but most of the kids were like frozen by his dark gaze.

His glare returned to the two boys. "This could have happened to any of you, couldn't it? Or who of you is still a virgin?" Logan's predatory eyes switched from one teen to the other on this certain table. He knew even if some hadn't lost their innocence yet, they would never admit it in front of their friends, nor the entire school. And what the chatty Yellow and the mouthy Pyro concerned he knew that at least those two had their share of experience in that field. "So cut the crap and don't look down on Rogue!"

With a growl rumbling in his throat Logan traded a look with Marie, silently telling her to stay. She picked up her fork again and resumed her meal as if nothing had happened while some of the other kids were still unable to move from fear. Smirking evilly, but somehow pleased Logan turned around and walked over to the teachers' table.

The spell broke slowly and the students eventually began to center their attention back on their lunch. "At least she can now fuck as much as she likes without getting knocked up again." A dark skinned boy, quite new to the school, murmured to his friends, who knew better than to nod in agreement in the presence of a vicious Wolverine.

But this whisper didn't stay unheard from a certain Canadian and he whirled around and walked over to the boys at a table at the far end of the room. He was seething inwardly – and surely showed this with his feral look on his face. "Come again?" He gritted his teeth and saw the other boys slide away from their mouthy friend, who in turn was frozen with panic. The entire room was quite once again, not even the breathing could be heard if not with heightened senses, and Logan scented the air, satisfied with the thick layer of fear lingering in it and the stench of urine – the coward had peed his pants. 'Oh yes, I'm good.' Logan cheered inwardly and felt the animal roar in confirmation.

"Umm, … no - nothing." The boy stuttered and pressed his body back against his chair.

Wolverine narrowed his dark eyes on him and bent down, invading the personal space of the boy. "I heard every word. Now repeat it and share your knowledge with all of us." He barked with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Umm, I… I said… Rogue can't… become pregnant again."

Now Logan was curious about this theory. "And why the fuck not?!"

"Umm."

"C'mon, enlighten us!" He urged with another snarl.

"Cuz… cuz as long as she feeds the baby, she can't."

"Huh?" Now Logan's face was blank for a friction of a second. "Who let you in about the birds and bees?"

"Dr. Grey."

Logan's head jerked towards a certain red head, his gaze a mixture of disbelief and anger. "Jeannie! You tell the kids it's ok to have unprotected sex after childbirth?!" He shouted through the entire room.

All eyes were on the doctor. "Logan, I didn't tell them that!" She yelled back, her eyes wide in shock and embarrassment. "I told them to protect every time!"

Wolverine hitched one brow. "Uhu, the kids got the message a little differently." Then the sour and serious expression returned to his features and he glanced back to the boy. "You should go and change your pants. Don't forget to wipe that chair." Logan spat with a smug smirk and whirled around while the boy turned pale, all eyes were on him now and new whispers and giggles started.

But midway Logan stopped and threw an evil glare back to the boys. "And to get you and the rumor mill up-to-date Rogue doesn't sleep around. She got pregnant at her first and only time. So cut that crap!"

Marie was now blushing as bright as a tomato and wished not for the first time in the last few days that the earth would rip apart beneath her feet and swallow her. 'How could he?! Fine, he tries to restore mah honor, but how the hell could he?! Brainless jerk!'

"Thought you can't get knocked up at your first time?!" A girl whispered to her friend with a confused gaze.

Logan spun around again, his features blank. "WHAT?!" He eyed the skinny brunette, before turning on his heels and staring daggers at the redheaded doctor. "Jeannie, your sex ed. sucks great time!" Shaking his head he returned to his seat. "Wonder that there ain't more babies here." Sinking down on his chair he picked up his fork and shoveled the pasta into his mouth.

In the entire mansion he was the only one eating, Rogue was so embarrassed that she felt sick to the stomach, Pyro, Bobby and the third idiotic boy were petrified enough to not even breath, and the rest of the students stared at Logan in disbelief, that everyone was still alive and he sat there like nothing had occurred. The rest of the teachers' body on the other hand threw appalled views to Jean, who looked helplessly to her boyfriend.

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When Logan had wolfed down his meal and stood up to fetch a second, Storm and the professor traded a view and began to eat eventually. Little by little the students followed their example and resumed their lunch, but nobody dared to speak or look away from their plates.

It was an eerie atmosphere and Becca didn't like it one bit. So she did the only thing she could do to communicate her distress and she began to cry from the tip of her lungs. Some kids flinched, but most looked up startled, their eyes on the wailing bundle that was immediately picked up by her mother.

Marie cradled Becca against her shoulder and stroked her back, calming the newborn slowly. "Shh, is fine, Becca." The brunette eventually felt several gazes lingering on her and she looked around. This made the students realize that they were staring at her again and with a fearful rustling everyone trained their eyes back to their meal.

John glanced every now and then down to the floor, or more precisely his beloved lighter, while forking his pasta with the left hand. His right was hurting too much at the moment and he was sure he had to visit the infirmary later, but as long as his brutal P.E. teacher was still present, he wouldn't even think about sneezing at the moment.

A few minutes later some of the teenagers had finished and placed their silverware neatly onto the empty plates, but remained seated as if waiting for the allowance to leave their table. The professor had to smile benignly about that and finally excused himself with a nod and steered his wheelchair out of the room.

Marie had also finished, but she felt that her tiny daughter was becoming more unsettled by the moment and she guessed that the little girl was hungry. Nursing Becca in front of Jubilee and Kitty the afternoon before was bad enough and she wouldn't give a repeat performance in the dining hall. So she was the first student to stand up and speak. "Bye."

"Bye." Murmured the firecracker, Kitty and the three boys at her table without looking up from their empty plates.

Rogue placed the cranky child back into her baby seat and carried her through the room and finally out into the hallway.