What to Do When Your Worst Nightmare Comes True
By: Nastashia Fernandez
A groan slipped past the lips of a certain Canadian X-Man as he awoke. His muscles were tense and his vision was foggy. He couldn't quite recall the events of last night, only the fact that the X-Men attended a banquet of some sort that he was forced to come to. He cracked his neck and sheathed and unsheathed his claws, only to sheath them once more. He rubbed his temples a bit and it all came back to him.
Flashback
Logan scoffed as he tightened the tie around his neck. He pulled a black blazer on and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like, dare he say it, someone Scott would hang out with. Uptight, snobbish, and stiff as a board. His 'the hell I'm doing this' alarm rang at maximum volume but he decided to ignore it. As he left his room he ran into Ororo, or Storm as most would have it. She looked stunning.
Her usually loose snow white hair was pent up in a fancy spiral bun. There were a few loose strands that curled and curved around her face. She wore a sleek, halter, floor-length black gown. A pearl choker was adorned upon her neck. A pair of matching pearl earrings hanging from her ears. To complete the look she held in her hand a pearl colored clutch. It was apparent she wore high heels though they seemed to be hidden by the dress. "Hey there, Storm." Logan choked out. "Oh hello, Wolverine, you look wonderful!" She replied with a brilliant smile. "Thanks, you do, too." He mumbled. Storm chuckled a bit.
"Shall we?" She asked. He nodded and the two descended the staircase and trotted over to the garage. Kitty rolled her head back. "Like, finally! You two took, like, forever to get down!" She exclaimed. Ororo placed a hand on Kitty's shoulder. "We're going to get there, aren't we?" She asked firmly, yet still gentle. Kitty sighed. Xavier rolled in and smiled at the group before him. "You all look marvelous. Let's get a move on now, shall we?" He told the group. They nodded and Kurt opened the door, his normally three fingered hand obscured by his image inducer. They all loaded into the X-Van, Scott in the driver's seat due to the fact that he was driving.
Kurt reached over to the front from his seat and turned on the radio. A chord began to repeat and then a techno like beat that played for four beats then stopped for four and appeared once more. Then the lyrics decided to play.
"Fed up with your indigestion.
Swallow words one by one.
Your folks got high at a quarter to five,
don't you feel you're growing up undone?"
Kitty gasped in realization of the song. "Oh my gosh, I, like, love this song!" She exclaimed. Rogue tilted her head. "Ah've never heard it. What's it called?" She asked. "Great DJ by the Ting Tings! Now shush! My favorite parts coming on!"
"Imagine all the girls
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the boys
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the strings
e, e, e, e, e, e, e, e.
And the drums
the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, hit the drums, hit the drums, oh!"
Kitty sang along happily and Rogue bobbed her head. Kurt was all out rocking out. "Wow, Keety, vhat a good zong! I only knew vone zong vrom the Ting Tings. I like this vone a lot!" Kitty only thought he liked it because she liked it.
"Right, Kurt."
Storm chuckled a bit. She looked at Logan. "Aren't they just adorable?" She asked. "Yeah, adorable." He replied dryly. He wasn't one for loud music, it hurt his ears too much. Logan looked into the rear view mirror from his seat and noticed Scott mouthing lyrics word for word. Logan chuckled. Scott's head tilted from side to side like a confused retarded puppy. Storm noticed as well and began to lightly chuckle herself. The song ended and another song began to play. This one seemed more familiar to Kurt.
A small cymbal noise started it off and then some guitars came in then the music just went into rock overdrive.
"I'm jumpin' out the window with this one.
Jumpin' out the window with this one.
Jumpin' out the window.
Jumpin' out the window.
Window.
Window.
Window."
Kurt was in his own little world as the song played. He mouthed every word over dramatically. He was doing everything but hopping everywhere. Rogue tapped him on the shoulder. "Uh, Kurt, if yah're gonna keep doin' that Ah'm pretty sure we're gonna get pulled over." Kurt smiled nervously after he turned his head. The song continued and Kurt bobbed his head and mouth the lyrics, without losing any of the drama king.
When the group arrived at the Banquet they had expelled all of their bouncy energy.
Xavier opened the banquet doors and they entered. As soon as the first wheel of his wheelchair was in vision, a proper man in a black penguin suit (1) came running a Charles.
"Charles, it's lovely to have you here! And your students, they look so wonderful!" He exclaimed.
"Why, thank you, Mr. Arrlington. I suppose that they decided to look their best just for this banquet." Charles replied.
Mr. Arrlington only smiled.
"Hey, St-Ororo, would you like to sit with me?" Logan asked meekly.
"Of course, Logan." She replied with a smile grazing her dark features.
They sauntered over to the table assigned to Charles Xavier. Just then, a waiter with an awfully creepy smile placed two drinks on the table in front of Storm and Wolverine. They looked at the glasses skeptically and then at each other.
"Shall we?" He asked Ororo, a bit like she asked at the beginning of the stairs earlier that evening.
She chuckled a bit and nodded much like he did.
They raised the glasses and Ororo made a proposition.
"How about a toast?" She asked.
"A toast sounds nice." He laughed.
"A toast to......A night we won't soon forget." She announced.
They tapped glasses and drank down the drinks. Then everything got dizzy and then, blank.
Logan groaned once more and fell back. He looked around and noticed that he was in the infirmary and Storm was right beside him. He tilted his head but all it brought was a wave of dizziness. Charles rolled in and noticed that Logan was awake.
"Ah, Logan, I'm glad you're awake."
"What happened last night?"
"Last night? You and Storm were missing for three weeks and we picked up both your mutant signals in Sinister's lab. We defeated him, but we fear the worst seeing that you two have been out four at least five weeks since that incident. I hope he hasn't done anything damaging." He told Logan.
"Wait a minute, Storm and I've been out for eight weeks?!" Logan exclaimed.
"I'm afraid so." He replied.
If Logan thought things couldn't get any worse, then he was wrong.
Very wrong.
A/N:
ACK! Super hard to write! I kept drawing blanks for the first chapter and I've got the rest planned out!
xc
1: Penguin Suit is another way to say Tuxedo.
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