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Wolverine climbed off his, okay, Scott's motorcycle to find a blank faced Rogue staring over the front yard of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. "Something wrong, darlin?"

"D'ya remember last week when the Professor mentioned that the Triplets were gonna start displaying independant character traits?" Rogue said slowly as her eyes finally focused on him.

"Yeah," he grunted, ruthlessly crushing the urge to throw Rogue on the back of the bike and get the hell out of Dodge.

Rogue let out a long slow breath. "Well, they are."

"What happened?" he asked cautiously.

"Mac propositioned Storm and invited me to join in, promising to be careful," Rogue said in the same flat stunned way someone spoke about being cornered by a wild animal. "That was after the Professor caught Jag and that kid everyone calls Beast playing Lord of the Jungle in the Danger Room, but before Eph suggested a three-some with Jean and Cyclops. She said, and I'm not making this up, she wanted to see if 'Scooter' was more flexible than he looked."

Wolverine shook his head sharply to try and clear it of the image of the two white haired women with Rogue. Not that it wasn't promising to pop up again in what promised to be one of his best dreams. "Anything else?"

"Eph suggested that we start an orgy with everyone over the age of fifteen," Rogue said in that same flat voice. "Nobody's seen Jag and Beast for the last six hours and the Professor and Jean are too scared to look for them. Eph and Mac are complaining, *loudly*, that Jag is the only one 'getting any' and can't they go into town to find some 'fun' of their own if nobody here wants to play."

Wolverine groaned. Three hyperactive, socially disfuctional, nearly identical sisters. And two of them had frustrated sex drives.

Yep. Grabbing Rogue and getting out of town was sounding better and better. At least until a russett bundle of energy and muscles slammed into his side, squirming around to make sure it wound up on top in their little sprawl.

Eph grinned down at him with an almost animal look in her eyes. "Wanna play? Rogue can play too. I can get even more creative than Mac can."

There went another image for his really good dreams.

"Eph, what's going on?" Wolverine managed to complain once his mind crawled a little farther up out of the gutter.

She shrugged. "The Professor wants us to 'explore' our individual natures."

Wolverine grunted and glared up at her. "And you want us to help *how*?"

"Jag likes boys," Eph said with a little frown. "Mac likes girls. I like both. I wanna know *why*."

"So you're doing field research?" Rogue yelped.

Eph shrugged again, and Rogue and Wolverine both tried to ignore the way her muscles rippled. "Books were boring and Mac found one of the older students to play with."

"Who?" Rogue asked curiously, but as if she were afraid to find out.

"Jubilee," Eph supplied. "She's really cute, but she's not what I want."

Wolverine and Rogue blinked at each other.

They both shrugged.

What the hell after all.

The End.

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