Logan was only allowed to teach some classes. No one thought that he was stupid, rumor was that he did Angel’s taxes and managed to find enough deductions that the IRS owed the billionaire a healthy return. Still he was only allowed to teach some classes. Right now he was watching over the students on the climbing wall for the Gym class.
“Climb up Gordon or get down,” Logan shouted.
“I have to sneeze,” The boys shouted back from half-way up the climbing wall.
“So sneeze and get moving!” Logan grabbed pinched the bridge of his nose.
“A---CHOO!” The boy’s sneeze launched him off the wall.
It took both students on the belay line to hold on and keep him from dropping to the floor like a stone. When the students saw him turn blue they did drop him. Only Logan’s quick dive catch kept the kid from slamming into the ground.
“Attention,” The professor announced over the intercom, “Any one who is not experiencing any illnesses is to go to your room right now! If you are feeling sick please report to the infirmary right away. Should you start to feel sick please report to the infirmary right away!”
~Logan,~ the professor added psychically, ~Please help Hope in the infirmary.~
*
Logan made his way throw the school and was constantly astonished by the mayhem this illness was spreading. In front of him the giant form of Colossus walked into the hallway. Logan knew that he was coming from the fog horn like blowing of his nose.
“Sorry,” Colossus breathed, his accent thicker than normal from the stuffy nose, “I am feeling ick.”
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Logan watched the Steel shell shimmer blue. Logan stopped for a second and let the giant go on lest he get crushed by a sneeze. There was a blood curtling scream from a room next to him, Logan went in to see what was happening.
“THE PLAGUE!” Gambit shrieked like a school girl, “The PLAGUE TOOK MON SHERIE!”
Logan let the freaked out theif pass him and ducking into the bathroom, curled up around the toilet was a humanoid blue catgirl. She turned and looked at Logan with pitiful eyes.
“Wolvie, I don’t feel so… BLUGHHHH!” Rogue was cut off by her prayer to the porcelain goddess.
Logan let out a long sign and picked up the Southern Belle of a catgirl.
*
Emma Frost was composed, calm, and a horrid sniveling wreck. What was worse was that she couldn’t stop sneezing. Her skin turned to a coat of fur, her hair blue, and her ass grew a tail. She couldn’t keep herself together, and she couldn’t keep up the psychic illusion.
“Hay Beast have you seen Emma?” Scott asked as he entered her room, “Wait, what are you doing in Emma’s room?”
*
“Logan!” Hope Summers shouted as Logan brought Rogue in, “Thank god you are here!”
Logan looked at the future girl decked out in about five layers of HAZMAT suits.
“If you were hoping to absorb my healing powers,” Logan said as he put Rogue on a gunnery, “I doubt that it will make it throw all that.”
“I need you to grab a tranquilizer gun!” Hope pointed outside, “Were-wolf girl has gone insane!”
Logan looked out a window and sure enough there was the spectacle. Wolfbane had turned blue and had started chasing her own tail and snorting and sneezing and losing control of herself to her feral side.
“Logan,” Hope said, “I think we are going to need Elizabethan collars for everyone.”
“What?” Logan shot back.
“The satellite dish cones that you put on a dog when it’s sick.”
Logan imagined the school photo, all the students like a bunch of blue cat people with dishes around their necks!