Notes: Trying out another new character, heck - one day I might be brave enough to try and write Logan. Oh yeah, right. *lol*

Thanks: To Kry and Cori for reading over this in its many early beta forms *l* and not complaining too much when I asked you to read it yet again even when I had hardly changed anything and just needed support ;-)

Disclaimer: yeah, right, like Scott's mine. I wish. *g* Last time I looked, neither he nor any of those herein belonged to me. They go to (at least) Marvel and 20th Century Fox.

I have to admit headaches aren’t uncommon for me - they aren’t for any telekinetic or telepathic, really. Today is just worse than most. There’s nothing like having two alpha males in a pack - and Scott and Logan seem determined to demonstrate why. I know the Professor noticed, and how could I not? Still, they’re too busy growling and sniping at one another at every opportunity to see.

Or maybe they do notice and they’re just trying to drive the rest of us insane. I rub my hand over my eyes and temples. At this point, I’d say anything was a possibility. In truth, that’s why I retreated from Logan’s room when I did. The testosterone was thick, and me without a knife.

I did hear what Logan said just after I left, however. I didn’t need to be telepathic to hear it, it just echoed down the hallway.

“You gonna tell me to stay away from your girl?”

I had the mental image of each of them marking their territory. It was probably the only thing keeping me from being annoyed at them for treating me like a prize. And while I laughed at the picture that brought to mind, something else was bothering me. There is an underlying tension between the two of them - and it isn’t only to do with me. Something else is going on beneath the bravado and posturing.

If we didn’t have a serious mission looming before us, it might be funny. The school’s very own zoological experiment on dominant behavior in controlled conditions. Might even make for an interesting lesson in biology.

I shake my head and pull my hair loose from its clip. I want to trust them to put the childish antics aside when things get serious. However, short of locking them in a room together until they get over their antagonistic tendencies, I’m not sure how. I do know that if it continues, the Professor will step in.

Do they really feel so threatened by one another? Not that either would admit it, of course. Stubborn seems to be the word of the day. Even though I’ve only known Logan for a short time, I already know that I wouldn’t expect anything different from him, much less Scott. But when they are around each other? I’ve had chemistry disasters with more cohesion.

I wish I understood what is at the heart of it all, but I cannot bring myself to ask. And I do not want to resort to sneaking around in their minds. Scott has always been able to talk to me before, he will this time, I’m sure.

Searching for a bottle of aspirin, I try not to think about it. I know Scott will be back soon. That is, if they manage to avoid yet another verbal sparring match. Which is honestly the better option than if they were to actually fight each other. The damage they could cause to the house alone, much less one another, I’d rather not think about.

I am almost ready for bed when Scott finally walks into our room. Even without being able to see his eyes, I can read his mood. The hard line of his jaw and stiff walk tell me he isn’t happy. It’s amazing how redundant my telepathy is all of a sudden. These two are walking advertisements for annoyance.

Neither of us speak and soon we are in bed with the lights off. Only the pale red glow from his glasses lights the room. I wrap my arm around his chest and lay my head on his shoulder only to discover he is wound tighter than a coiled spring. I close my eyes, hoping for sleep.

It’s going to be a long few days.

End