Summary: My idea of X3 because i'm a geek who can't do anything but dream up ways for my two faviorite characters to met...

I have no life since I quite drugs...

Disclamier: If only. I'd be so damn rich, dude, if i owned the x-men. I could have a hunky pool boy who wears eyeliner and long dark hair and a great body... ( he sounds like a chick.. well a chick would do too. LOL) I only own Len Cobain and thats all, because I'm not creative enough to come up with my own cast so.. yea. I'll stop talking now. Plz don't sue me.

Sex, Love, 'N' Rockin Roll, Luv.

Sitting on a bus on his way to New York, Len Cobain is 17 going on 71. His headphones blair Social D as he looks in the reflective mirror touching up his eyeliner , exasperated by his own long shaggy dark violet hair that continuasly got in his face, he sang to himself" There are footprints on my celing . I can't help this fucked up feeling" and off into the chorus in his head.

Eventually he got his eyes to look exactly as they should bright and popped out with dark, heavy circles around them. He smiled an almost charming smile, if only if it wasn't the mischevious look of a sinner in those bright green eyes. Too green. In fact everything about him was too 'too'. He was 'too' young to have the simple confidence of experince. Too old to be naive but strangely curious of his surroundings. Too pale to have been out doors much, but his hands showed signs of hard work. Too thin and small to be a danger, yet he had the air of a casual fighter. Too graceful to follow, but too distracted by such trivial things like the right amount of eyeliner to be a leader. He was too alert to be on herione or MJ, but he ws too jaded to be comletely there. He was too 'too' and thats the only way to describe Len Cobain . Too.

He sat back and watched the scenes of the empty autumn roads, he angled his bad leg out a bit. He pulled a pack of ciggs from his pack , took one out and casually lit it. He shook his hair and thought back to New Orleans.

(flashback) ( Len's POV)

Mom woke me up, the first thing I thought about was how much I hated her new hairstyle. She looked like a faire with her small frame and that damn man cut. But mom said she needed a new look for each town. Not me stayed with this old hairdue, I shoulda rinsed it out or something. Bolt might not've found me then if I'd just took Marty's advice and if I'd Listened to Henri.

Poor mom. All that blood.

' Sandy!'

I can hear her scream at me to run.

' Sandy!'

Damn her !

" Oh shit sorry sir. Didn't mean to hit the back of your seat."

' Sandy, babe. Don't forget your name. I'll find you sweetie. I'll find you. '

Like hell you will mom. You shoulda run Bolt was after me. Not you. I'm the damn Mutie freak not you. Mom it was never you who did it! Goddamn you mom! Goddamn You!

All that blood. Why'd I go back! For some stupid sticks. Maybe you were right Mom, I shoulda run. You kept screaming:

'sandy ! Fuck it go!'

But I didn't did I mommy? No I didn't fuck it. I cared to much aobut that stupid sticks. I'm so sorry mommy. I wish I didn't see you with all that blood mommy. I wish I didn't hear it. I wish i wasn't a mutie freak! I'm sorry mommy!

Calm down Sandy. I mean Len. My name is Len now. If mommy was still alive I'd be sandy, better stop calling her Mommy. Lidia. But Lidia's dead and your Lennon Cobain. But the ladies call me Len. And I'm alone.

All that blood.

Shut up Mike. Angels are fake. there aren't gonna carry you home. They damn sure won't-

Hello-

" Hello there" len spoke out loud to the young boy no older then 5 staring at him.

" why are your eyes bleeding"the boy cocked his head to the side.

Len touched his face tentively to find out his eyeliner had smuged and his mascara was running.

" I've never seen black blood."

Len smiled at the boy, a sinner's grin. " Hmm. Your right. But its not polite to stare."

" Oh. Sorry. Sissy said you were crying" he pointed to the older pudgey girl sleeping on her father's lap face black and blue from what Len was sure would be accounted for as an accident if he asked, and the vaginal scratches as well.

" I was" len answered simply. " I shouldn't but I was."

" Oh" the boy sat down in the seat next to him pushing th pack up a little and offered him piece of gum. Len shook his head and his eyebrows shot up at his new friend. He took a drag from the cig.

" so, whats your name boy"

" Ben."

He nodded,. " Fits... Names' Len."

The five year old stuck out his hand" Nice ta meet ya."

Len's eyebrows went higher, he didn't take the hand. " Nice to meet you too."

Ben looked away " you didn't shake my hand. papa says a man's only as good as his hand shake. "

"And, by how well a man can rape and beat a little girl."

Ben's head had almost sunk down to his knees in shame, knowing Len was only being truthful.

' look kid. Sorry. i never grew politness."

" 'S okay."

Len drew out a pice of paper and pen from his pack and wrote down a number. " This is my latest cell phone number. If I change it you will know. Just make sure you call me when your tired of this shit, ok"

Ben nodded, folded the paper up and stuck it in his shoe.

( the X-Mansion)

" You know I'd think you would know better then to get a minor drunk"

" Goddamnit! She was depresed! jesus, Logan. Its no diffrent then when you and Scott go out for drinks" Rogue screamed back with just as much force in her voice.

" Rogue, I expcet more from you"

" Why? Its not like I'm a kid anymore! I'm 18!'

" You shouldn't be drinking anyways"

" you've never discouraged it before1 So she can't hold her liquor"

" She threw up all over my bike"

Rogue's breathing was hard and Logan's eyes were fierce with rage.

" You want a beer" he poointed to the 6 pack on hte counter.

" Yea" she sat down and joined him in a cold one.

Scott former Mr. Tight-ass of the universe walked in with grease under his fingernails and a bit splashed on his visor. " the new bikes are almost down. I'm telling you Claws we could beat the speed of light with them. "

" We'll have to take them out this weekend and have some fun" Logan started daydreaming of the wind in his face the birds abouve him and a hot topless blonde behind him.

Rogue poked him, recognising that look she took advantage of it" hey Wolvie, I need 300."

Logan daydreaming of the Topless Beauty reached into his pocket and drew out his wallet, oblivous to the obscene request.

Rogue thumbed through the contents and knicked his platnium card and the 400 in the lining. She gave Logan a qucik peck on the top of his hair. " Thank you Logan. Bye Scott" She waved as she pulled her key off the eky holder and hummed on down to her Hummer.

Scott broke out laughing much to Logan's dispair and interrupted a rather crude image of the blonde and him driving in the middle of nowhere giving any driver on the road who happened to pass them by a free showing.

The kitchen suddenly erupted with 17 young children running around in circles wanting icecream further distressing Logan and his Dream Date.

" what the hell" he puzzled at his empty wallet as two of the kids climbed on to Logan's back and one tried to reach his beer for a small sampling.

Logan sraped him up and gave him an angry look causing the young boy to break out in tears.Unbeknownset to Logan Stephanie was actually chugging a beer. This brought on fresh peals of laughter from Scott and a mighty gasp from Storm as she and Kurt entered the kitchen.

" Stephanie! I told you to never drink again" Storm cried in desperation. " wheres Kitty? It was her job to take care of them"

Out by the pool Kitty the valley girl and good friend sunbathed with Piotr looking down from his bedroom window along with Bobby, Bam Bam, Jason, Drake and Sam.