A/N: Ok, so this was just a bit of silly fun, but I'd still like to know what you think. If you take the time to click that funny little 'review' button down the bottom of the page, then I'd be glad to return the favour. So R&R folks! Disclaimer: None of the characters and concepts in this story are mine, I'm just borrowing them from Marvel for a while.
Logan rolled his neck stiffly to one side, causing his bones to make a loud popping noise. His eyebrows closed together in concentration as he fixed his target with a warning look.
"Put the remote down, and no one has to get hurt, Kid."
Bobby kept himself perfectly in character, except for the cocky smirk that he just couldn't stop from getting through. Using his tongue to pick some of his lunch out from between his teeth, he stood like a cowboy and imitated the neck crack (with far less impressive results).
"Why don't you try and make me, Punk?"
A fine mist of saliva sprayed out of the boy's mouth on the last word, drifting down to land on top of the head and shoulders of a now very angry Canadian man.
Bobby flinched obviously, seeing the much older man's jaw tense up. He could practically see Logan counting to ten in his head.
"Okay," Logan stated calmly after a long, intense pause. "I've thought about it, and I've decided that I gave you enough warning for this to be your own fault."
Bobby had barely enough time to react before Logan had lunged at him and tackled him to the floor, sending the remote flying.
...
From outside in the corridor, Rogue heard a loud thump and then the sound of plastic hitting the polished floorboards. It wasn't until she heard Logan yowling from sudden cold followed by Bobby's terrified shrieks that she became concerned enough to see what was going on.
On entering the entertainment room, she saw the large lump of Wolverine sitting on top of a spluttering Iceman, who was still reaching gingerly for the television remote.
She let out a deep sigh. "Not again."
Striding quickly over to where the plastic item of interest had landed, she plucked it off the floor. Seeing this, both men shouted their disapprovals, with eyes bulging, and each made a move to get it back.
Rogue held the remote in the air above her head and held a finger up at them in warning. "Ah will take these gloves off, you know ah will!"
Once she was satisfied with both reactions given, she smiled and brought the remote back down.
"Now," she said sweetly. "Ah think ah feel like watchin' Days of Our Lives. What do you boys think?"
Both men grumbled something incoherently and crawled onto the lounge to watch television.
"Good."
Is there any sweeter sight, thought Rogue, then two grown men defeated and being forced to watch terrible soap operas?
Ah think not.