Title: Dude, Where's my Car?
Rating T: Language
Pairings:None. Not really anyways.
Disclaimer:If I owned them, would I really be wastion my time on writing about them?
Spoilers: Lets just say it takes plce after X2, but Scotts not mopey and/or Jean is not dead.
Authors NoteCompletly pointless. As usual. Slightly OOC, but who cares.
Also, it was not intended t obe slashy, just random.
"Logan!" Scott Summers called after the man.
"What?" Logan sighed.
"Wheres my car?"
"Boston," Logan replied, taking a sip of beer.
"What the hell's it doing there?"
"Well, I had to take the kids somewhere didn't I?"
"Why my car?"
"It was bright and flashy."
Scott stared at him in amazment,jaw hanging.
"If you don't close your mouth, something might fly in."
Scott closed his mouth.
"Where at in Boston?"
"Probably a junk yard."
"WHAT!"
"The Drakes didn't really like us that much."
"A JUNK YARD!"
"Or possably someones fireplace," Logan smirked.
"WHAT?"
"Pyro blew up alot of cars that day. And close your mouth. Like I said, you don't want something flying in."
"HE BLEW UP MY CAR!"
"Maybe. Not sure. I was dead." Another sip of beer.
"Why couldn't you just stay dead?" Scott asked himself.
"Because, if I did, you wouldn't have any idea of where you precious car was."
Scott glared.
"And because you wouldn't be able to look at my wonderful ass," Logan said turning.
Scotts mouth fell open.
Logan turned back to him and shoved his tongue down his throat.
"What the hell was that!" Scott cried, pulling out of the kiss.
"I warned you," Logan said walking off, "If you didn't shut your mouth, something would fly in."
Scott stared at him.
"I just didn't specify what."
Yet another completly random story with absolutly no plot. I had fun with this one.
-Ella-the-crash-test-dummy-
Commentes on Reviews
Thank you to everyone who liked it.
And even more so to thoes who didn't.
I love it how all but two reviewers loved the story, and the same two replied anonomously(sp?).
Kittycatslegacy496- Its not really slash. Sure it entails some male on male kissing, but that doesn't really mean its slash. It just means I have a crude way of saying things. Either that or I'm insane, which is quite likely...
and another interesting review...(apperently she threw up a bit)
89- I'm sorry to hear that. Well..not really. I think its actually rather halarious that youthrew up in your mouth. And I never said they were gay(though I do in another story). I know perfectly straight people who kiss people of the same sex all the time. That doesn't make them gay. And as for needing help...well, you see, I had this docotor...It was really great every time I went because I got this jacket, it was white, and when I put it on it made me happy because I got to hug myself... Anyways, she quit. Not sure why, we had loads of fun together.
And on a happier note to everyone else...
Foresaken-Shadow- I really don't have a talent for humor. I mean, I love it, but I'm usually not that great at it. I'm normally much better at depressive/dramatic/angsty fics, this just happened to pop into my head and I liked it.
Flight815servivor- Is that even possible?
And to everyone else: I love you!
Why is it that mainstream Christians seem to be more obsessed with the sexual activities of gays than gays themselves? Who is the REAL pervert here?
Of course, its okay it your obsessed in a good way.
-Ella-the-crash-test-dummy-
More Review comments
Craig- Apperently, its the only muscle I have
xAmerican Angelx- Thanks for the backup.