The slight drizzle in the dark gave the night a calm relaxing demeanor in Rochester New York. The old mansion was filled with young adult and children dreaming big dreams and getting well deserved rest. Nothing stirred in the second story of the house but one mutant in particular. He was restless almost eager to start the new day of training he would endure. His young body was more in shape than it had ever been but mentally he was drained. Bobby was bored and slightly hungry so he decided to cool off his icy appetite with a midnight snack. He got out his bed quietly, even though he had a room by himself. He walked in the hall down the stairs, his feet making a more obvious sound in the night silence. Bobby passed the non-sleeping kid who watched TV all night and entered the kitchen. He looked in the freezer for his favorite snack. There it was just how he left it. He grabbed the tube and scooped up a spoon before sitting down at the counter and stuffing his face with the ice cream. Vanilla was his favorite. It calmed his nerves when worked up. It was his best friend. He continued to think and eat unless he heard a step at the kitchen door. The mutant standing there wore a gray wife beater a pair of jeans and a pair of boots. The man entered the room with a swift strut.

"Hey" Bobby greeted

"Doesn't anybody sleep around here." Logan asked rhetorically.

"Apparently not." Bobby said noticing only three people being awake in the whole house.

"Got any beer?" Logan asked as he turned his back and opened the refrigerator door and looked inside. Look at that ass in those jeans.

"This is a school." Bobby pointed out.

"So that's a no?" Logan asked closing the door.

"Yeah that's a no." Bobby snickered.

"Got anything other than chocolate milk?" Logan asked again.

"There should be some soda over there." Bobby said pointing his spoon in the direction. Logan opened the cabinet and pulled out a soda. He felt that it was room temperature and handed it to the boy across from him who blew on it and handed it back. The soda was now cold to the touch. Logan sat down at the counter with Bobby. He took a look at the young man and realized he didn't know ANYTHING about this one.

"How long have you been here?" Logan asked curiously.

"A couple of years." Bobby answered twirling his spoon

"And your parents just sent you off to mutant school." Logan said sarcastically

"Actually... my parents think that this is a prep school." Bobby confessed

"I suppose lots of prep schools have their own dorms campuses..." Logan said. That sarcasm was just amazing

"...Jets." Bobby finished sending a silence in the air.

"So you and Rogue huh?" Logan said

"Yeah but it's not how you think. I mean I would like it to be it's just... its' not easy when you want to be closer to someone but...you can't. You know I've seen how you look at Dr Grey." Bobby said

"Excuse me?" Logan said. There's the nerve Bobby almost intentionally hit.

"Nothing..." Bobby sighed He had hoped that Logan picked up on what he was trying to imply. He looked so good in that gray tank top Bobby could barely sit still.

"I know what you mean, I haven't been touched in I don't know how long." Logan said finishing off his soda. Bobby looked at him with a "Are you fucking serious" look.

"I don't see why not..." Bobby said putting his spoon down. He reached and ran a hand and ran it over Logan's bicep. "You look amazing for a man your age." Bobby finished with a look of concentration.

"A man my age, kid? I look amazing for any damn age." Logan said taking Bobby's hand off his arm. Bobby had the smile at the man's cockiness. He picked up his spoon again and dipped it in the ice cream and brought it to his lips. He sucked the spoon in between his lips as he tasted the ice cream. Long as it had melted and when down his throat Bobby kept the spoon in his mouth. When he looked over at Logan he saw the older man staring with one eyebrow raised.

"What? You want some?" Bobby asked.

"No." Logan said shaking his head.

"Fine." Bobby said and continued eating his ice cream. After a couple of seconds he felt a hand over his hand. He looked at Logan's hand and it controlled his hand to feed Logan the ice cream that was on the spoon. Logan's mouth closed over the spoon as he tasted the vanilla ice cream.

"Mmmmm." Logan hummed.

"it's good right?" Bobby asked.

"It's ok, kid." Logan said letting Bobby's hand go.

"Why do you always call me kid?" Bobby asked annoyed.

"Ok, Bobby." Logan said shaking his head.

"Have you ever been married?" Bobby asked.

"What's with all these damn questions?" Logan asked loudly, Bobby flinched out of habit.

"Sorry." Bobby said. A couple of minutes of silence passed. Bobby was getting sleepy.

"I don't remember ok. I can't remember a damn thing before these" Logan said referring to his claws.

"Can I see?" Bobby asked like a small child.

"Don't you need to be gettin to sleep, kid?" Logan asked as he opened another soda and handed it to Bobby who blew on it.

"Please." Bobby asked again. He flinched and recoiled when the claws loudly came out of Logan's fist. He tentatively ran and finger from base to point, pricking his finger in the process. He instantly put the finger in his mouth and sucked on it. Logan couldn't help but stare at those icy lips wrapped around that finger. It made him slightly hard.

"You ok kid?" Logan asked

"Yeah they're just sharp. Sharper than I expected." Bobby said

"Does it hurt a lot when they come out?" Bobby asked

"You get used to it." Logan said

"Why do you always call me "kid"?" Bobby asked finally.

"What should I call you then?" Logan picking up on the dislike of the nickname.

"Bobby." Bobby answered.

"Ok Bobby...go to bed." Logan said.

"Yes DAD." Bobby said walking out of the kitchen. While he was passing by Logan he felt a playful hard slap on his ass from Logan.

"I ain't ya dad, far from it." Logan stated with his nostrils flared as Bobby left the room.