Who: Logan and Jubilee Where: Xavier Mansion, Logan's History Classroom When: Friday August 3rd (backdate) What: Logan needs more Jubilee in his life. REALLY! Rating: PG-13 if Logan starts swearing. Otherwise, low.
There was something profoundly unfair about having a telepathic boss, Logan thought, and even loudly towards the Baldy in question: he could be made to actually sit down and write out his curriculum for the coming school year, mostly because it was hard to argue when Xavier had a preemptive answer for all his arguments before he even thought of them. At least, he hoped it was just that and not an actual mental nudge to sit down and do his work, and without even a beer.
It was August, for cryin' out loud. School didn't start until September at the earliest. And he never did lesson plans - he knew what he had to talk about, and did, and that was the end of that. He should be sitting around drinking beer, or finding new mutants or trouble. The world had been frozen over and invaded, after all; he thought that called for celebration.
Apparently, Xavier figured the fact they were alive called for getting back to the work of life; therefore, lesson plans.
He supposed there was something to it; even he couldn't teach the same thing to every grade all four years. They'd all be bored to death. And it wasn't so bad to figure out what he'd cover for each grade level. But Baldy wanted the week-by-week details of lectures and readings and assignments and activities.
He wondered, with some amusement as he squinted at the screen of the laptop on his desk (did that even make sense?) and hunted and pecked each letter as he typed up that outline, how long it would be before a mind-reader realized he was just going to ignore the damn thing and go by instinct. Always worked for him before. And if there was one thing he'd learned in his time as Xavier faculty, it was that teaching high school mutants bore a distinct resemblance to going into battle. And he really preferred the battle.