The Guys Dig the Fuzzy Chick

Chapter 1: Return of the Fuzzy Chick

By

The Uncanny R-Man

Disclaimer- All familiar characters belong to Marvel.

Author's Notes- This is the sequel to my previous fic 'The Chicks Dig The OTHER Fuzzy Dude'. So, if you want to find out how Emma and Sharon came to be at Xavier's, go and read that.

Xavier's-

It had been over a year since Emma Frost had married Hank McCoy, and everything had more or less returned to normal. Emma and Hank were as close as ever and barely left their bedroom, apart from the obligatory Danger Room sessions or missions to foil Magneto's latest scheme. Sharon Smith and Jamie Madrox were pretty close as well. Not too close, though. Emma had set a rule that dictated that Sharon was not to have sex until after graduation. Besides, she and Jamie were much too young for that kind of thing, anyway.

Sharon even had herself a roommate. Shortly after Emma and Hank had returned from their honeymoon, the X-Mansion had experienced an influx of new students. One such student was the young clone known only as X-23.

The young clone had been a little wary of the lavender-haired girl that shared a room with her, but soon opened up. Now X-23, or Laura as Logan called her, was the best of friends with Sharon. They did everything together. Shopping, hanging out, talking about boys. They were nigh inseparable.

Laura was presently lying on her bed reading a book. Laura put the book down as her heightened hearing detected a gentle scratching at the window. Laura sat up and saw a small lavender cat scratching on the window pane. It was Sharon. She was back from having a wander in her feline form.

Laura got up off her bed and opened the window so Sharon could get inside.

The little lavender cat mewled in thanks and hopped into the room.

'Have a nice walk?' Laura asked.

'Meow.' The little lavender cat replied.

'Sharon, you know that I don't talk Cat.' Laura sighed. 'French, German and Japanese are okay, not Cat, though.'

The little lavender cat stretched out and began to grow as Sharon changed back into her human form.

'Man, that feels better…' Sharon grunted as she stood up straight. 'As much fun as it is to run around as a cat, it sure feels great to return to normal.'

'Eat any birds today?' Laura smirked. 'Did you give your Mom any special presents?'

'Oh, ha-ha. Very funny.' Sharon flopped onto her bed with a relieved sigh. 'You bring home a dead bird once and pay for it for the rest of your life…'

'At least people have stopped talking about that time you got into a fight with Rahne.' Laura pointed out. 'Why did that happen, anyway?'

Sharon just looked about the room, avoiding the subject.

'I thought she was going to steal Jamie away from me…' Sharon mumbled.

'But you had hardly just met Jamie.' Laura reminded her. 'Don't you think you were overreacting just a little bit?'

'S'all right for you…' Sharon crossed her arms with a sniff. 'You weren't there to see it.'

'I guess that it didn't hurt that Rahne was part-wolf, did it?' Laura teased. 'A cat/dog rivalry. Heh.'

'Oh, laugh it up, X.' Sharon frowned. 'Just you wait until somebody tries to steal Ray.'

'Nobody would dare do that.' Laura frowned.

'Tell that to Illyana.' Sharon smirked.

Laura sat up and unsheathed her claws with an angry growl.

'The cow! I'll slice her into ribbons!'

Sharon just smirked evilly as Laura dashed out of the room to do violence upon the Russian sorceress.

'Heh-heh. Sucker.'

Elsewhere-

Somewhere nearby, or far away, Hank McCoy was strolling through a cave. The cave was bedecked with various doodads and thingamabobs. There was a giant penny in one corner and a giant model tyrannosaur in the other.

Hank turned around to see Logan walk up dressed in a French maid's costume.

'Twinkie, sir?' Logan offered as he held out a tray of the delicious sugary treats.

Hank took the tray gratefully and promptly shovelled them down his throat.

'Mmm, most delicious.' Hank licked the Twinkie crumbs off his fuzzy hands.

'Ah, Henry, there you are!'

Hank turned around once more to see Emma walking up dressed in a business suit. She looked like she was getting ready for a meeting.

'It took you bloody long enough…' Emma sighed as she dragged Hank along with her. 'We have company, remember?'

Hank just mumbled a reply.

Emma narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

'Were you just staring down my cleavage?' The blonde telepath scowled.

Hank rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

'Uh…'

Emma's scowl changed to a seductive grin.

'I don't mind, you know. We are married after all.'

Hank just blinked in surprise as Emma sauntered out the door. Was it him or did her walk seem to be extra… wiggly?

Hank shook such thoughts from his head and followed Emma outside. No sooner had he done that then he was assaulted by adoring admirers.

'Doctor McCoy! Your work is so magnificent!' Reed Richards gushed.

'Fuzzy Man real smart!' The Hulk grinned goofily.

'I want your babies!' The feline Avenger known as Tigra squealed.

'Doom's codpiece is full of respect!' Dr Doom enthused.

Okay… That last one was a little random, but Hank carried onwards.

'W-what are we doing out here?' Hank shielded his eyes from the bright sunlight. 'And how were we transported from a cave into a mysteriously silent forest glade?'

'Don't think, just enjoy…' Emma purred as she pulled Hank down to a sitting position.

Hank gulped at the sight. Emma had somehow changed from her smart business suit into her old Hellfire Club attire, complete with the white leather bustier and teeny, tiny thong.

'This is a dream, isn't it?' Hank groaned, the situation finally dawning on him. 'This is a fantasy generated by excessive consumption of out-of-date Twinkies.'

'And what a fantasy.' Emma chuckled. 'Although, I am a little concerned about Logan dressed as a French maid. Is there something that you want to tell me?'

'I'd like to wake up now…' Hank groaned. 'Yes. Any time now. I would like to wake up. Any time now…'

A scowl slowly spread across Hank's fuzzy blue face.

'Accursed consciousness…'

Elsewhere (Again)-

Meanwhile, in the real world, Jamie Madrox was talking on the phone to his parents.

'No really mom, you'll like Sharon. She's very nice. What? No! Of course we haven't! We're not even old enough! Well, Ms Frost says that we're not allowed to do… that until graduation. Yes, she's the one who married the blue monkey man. His name is Mr McCoy. You'll like him as well. Well, he may look like some weird kind of ape, but he's a very kind man.'

Jamie waved Sharon over as she walked down the stairs towards him.

'Sharon's here now, if you want to talk to her…' Jamie offered.

Sharon smiled sweetly as she took the receiver from him.

'Hello Mrs Madrox, how are you? Me? I'm fine, thank you. I've just been out for a walk. Jamie would have come with me, but he just can't keep up. Yeah, sometimes I'm surprised that he even manages to get up out of bed. What's that? I don't think my mom has any plans for Friday, why do you ask? Oh, you wanna come and visit. Well, I don't see anything wrong with that. I'd love to finally meet you. Jamie has told me so much about you. Okay. I'll tell my mom. See you soon. Buh-bye.'

Sharon handed the phone back to Jamie.

'Oh God. Your parents want to meet Mom…' Sharon winced.

'What's so wrong with that?' Jamie frowned slightly.

'Have you seen the way my mother dresses?' Sharon threw up her arms. 'She wears more when she's swimming, for cripes' sake! They're gonna think my mom's a slut…'

'Then talk to her, Sharon.' Jamie gently squeezed his girlfriend's hand in comfort. 'I'm sure Ms Frost will understand.'

'But I don't wanna hurt her feelings…' Sharon sniffed. 'Mom has always been so concerned about her looks. Even when she was a kid.'

'I'm sure you'll think of something.' Jamie encouraged. 'You're a smart girl, Sharon Smith. Way smarter than me.'

Sharon laid her head on Jamie's shoulder with a slight smile.

'I'm way more attractive too.'

TBC…

Next: The Madroxes Come To Tea

Will Sharon ever be able to convince Emma to wear something that doesn't expose eighty-five percent of her body? How will the Madroxes react when they meet Hank? What was up with that dream? Tune in next time to find out…