Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men. That is Marvel's job. I will however take Gambit and one million dollars!
I'm Scaling……….A Donut?
Logan, a.k.a, Wolverine, woke up quite suddenly. He just had the most disturbingly psychotic dream ever, and that included all those lovely memories of the damn lab Striker had imprisoned him in. In this said dream, he was scaling a donut with his claws. A donut. A gigantic, monstrous donut. A donut with white frosting and those annoying sprinkles that always pissed him off. A donut.
He shook his head and sighed, then started rubbing his temples with his hands. Also in this dream had been Storm and Rogue, flying around like they didn't have a care in the world while he was climbing the damn pastry. Also, a coffee mug the size of a pool was next to the offending mass of carbohydrates, with a totally nude Gambit swimming around quite happily. He slapped himself as the image floated into his mind, disgusted by the womanizer's blatant disregard for his dreams.
He shoved the comforter back and growlingly stalked out of his room and down to the first floor. Wolverine jumped as Rogue stepped out of the shadows suddenly, looking as grouchy as he did. Relaxing, he sheathed his claws and yawned.
"Yo, kiddo."
"Hey there. What the heck are you doing up?"
"……."
"Logan, what's wrong?"
"….I had a funky dream."
"May I ask what kind?"
"The kind that you wonder if you're not on drugs."
"Ah. Ironically, I did too. Going to the kitchen for a beer?"
"….Yeah…"
"Me too." She yawned as well, and they set off together in a companionable silence, stopping together as they got close to the kitchen and could hear someone talking. That someone turned out to be Gambit, and he was ranting about some random thing to a silent and sleepy Storm. She yawned deeply and about fell asleep when Wolverine stalked through, yanked open the fridge, snagged two beers, threw one to Rogue, and downed his in an instant.
"Whoa…Wolverine, you sure that's a good idea?"
"I'm fine, moron. It'll take more than one beer to do me in." Rogue had finished hers and threw it away.
"So, what are you two doing down here at this time of night?" Storm answered her.
"Apparently, Gambit and I had the same dream, and he met me here." Rogue glanced at Wolverine.
"Was Wolverine scaling a donut?" She looked surprised, but saw both men's eyes go round and shocked.
"Yes…he was…and we were flying around…."
"And this conceited little prick was swimming in his birthday suit! Damn…" Wolverine looked at Gambit accusingly. "Is it possible for you to stay out of my dreams, unless I'm planning to beat you into a bloody pulp?" Gambit threw up his hands in disgust and stomped out of the kitchen, muttering obscenities under his breath. Rogue sighed and just made for the stairs, seeking her bed, while Storm kept nodding off. Wolverine picked her up, laid her on a couch, and then went back for another beer.
"The drunker I get, the less I'll have to think about that damn donut…"
Total randomness, but a college buddy of mine had the very dream of the four of them, and we thought that they should all just have the same dream…basically, they deserved a bit of random weirdness.
Laters,
KD