Disclaimer: I don't
own the X-Men, in any incarnation. That
would be Marvel. Do I look like a
million-dollar corporation to you?
AN: Come on, we all
know Logan and Storm have got to have something going on in
Evolution. Taking care of all those
teenagers all day…
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Evan was so going to have the Professor mind-wipe his
brain. No person should live with his
images. Well, Mr. Logan liked…stop
that! It's your aunt, on top
of…no! That did it. A complete and total brain clearing was the
only solution. In fact, if he
remembered his name at the end of it all, he'd ask the Professor to do it
again. I didn't even realize Auntie
O's voice could hit that…oh gosh, where is the Professor? Can't he hear my screams? At least I'm not the only one suffering.
No teenager should go through this. Scott thought he put up with a lot, being
the team leader and butt of every "stick up the rear" joke ever created. However, these were responsible (well, at
least in Storm's case), mature adults that he viewed as role models. Logan had become well…asexual in his mind,
much like a parental figure. If he had
to admit it to himself (far out of the mental range of Jean), he
harbored a bit of an attraction to Storm.
That still didn't help assuage the images swimming through his head at
the moment. Why, oh why had they
left the door open a crack? And then
moan on top of that? From Storm's
screams, I thought Magneto had broken in.
It was definitely repression time.
As a small consolation, he wasn't the only one in pain.
Like, next time Scott is standing frozen outside Storm's
room with a shocked look, I am so not going over there! That was just…OK, Kitty. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Puppies, balloons, Mr. Logan's growling as
he reached up to grab Storm's…no! I
never really thought of Mr. Logan and Storm like that. And now I know why. I wonder what Jean's thinking. She could probably hear their thoughts to go
along with the scenery. Like, ewww!
Jean paced up and down the hall with her thoughts swimming
along, occasionally interrupted by a distressed wailing from Evan, who was by
now yelling for Professor Xavier to "Get off Cerebro, and get in my head!" Jean couldn't really blame him, as it was his
aunt he saw in that…compromising position.
He should be grateful for one thing though, she mused. He didn't have to deal with their thoughts
echoing in her head, also. The images
were enough; the thoughts were the icing on the burning, popping cake of
sulfur. At least one good thing came out
of this, she considered on reflection.
That crush on Logan she had took a huge shot. She was worried about Kurt, though. He looked like his jaw was scraping the floor. He better be all right.
There was but one thought in Kurt's mind: Go Logan!
Rogue sat and fully pictured the scene in her mind. The door open a crack, Evan and Scott
standing in front of Storm's door, where if she listened intently, she could
hear feminine moans escaping. Kitty and
Kurt walking over, stopping dead as they looked in. And then Jean, who blinked once, and then, seemed to freeze in
place. Walking over to the group, Rogue
glanced in, and burst out laughing, startling Storm and Wolverine out of their
activity. The scene was too priceless
not to laugh, though. Tubs of ice cream
lay scattered around Storm's bed, issues of Cosmo littered among them. Both Ororo and Wolverine were dressed head
to toe in pink clothing, and the lipstick on Logan's lips were put on much to
carefully to be from a kiss. As Storm
took a bite of ice cream, she moaned from the sinfulness of it all, and
adjusted the rollers in Wolverine's hair.
The dress he was wearing clinched it.
The mighty Wolverine: a cross dresser.
She was going to have to get in line for a mind wipe.
AN: Part 2. This
started out as a R-rated idea, and progressed along nicely until the end. This ending snuck up behind me, and wrote
itself before I realized it. Sigh, I
guess I should stick to dialogue-based stories.
