Bad Dreams...

Author: Natas

Summary: Oh, merf!

Disclaimer: I own one thing, and that is my soul. Wait, never mind. I sold that on E-Bay along with my brain!

Authors Notes: Rights for Scott!

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"Lunch time! Ev'ryone come and gat it!" Rouge yelled as she brought a cauldron of soup out of the kitchen.

"What's for dinner?" Logan asked as he took a seat at the table.

"Well, first we're having cherry pie, then we're gonna have cheese an macaroni." She paused, "Umm... Then we're having sal'd an soup."

"Umm... Darlin, I think you're hair is tied to tight. You just said we're having desert first, and appetizers last."

"No, sug. I said we're having cherry pie first. Not sal'd an soup." She snickered at the idea of having desert first. "That's just not proper!"

"Whatever you say, darlin'."

"Mmm... Smells good." Scott said as he walked in, sitting right next to Logan.

"Uh, aren't you supposed to sit at the head of the table?" Logan asked quite surprised as he was at the far end of the table, no where near the head.

"Oh, you know that I like to sit next to you, cream puff." Scott said as he tried to hold Logan's hand.

"What the hell you doin'!? I ain't your 'cream puff'!" He said as he drew his hand away.

"Oh, playin' hard to get, eh?"

"Quit playin' Scott!"

"That's not what you said last night, hot stuff."

Just then, Jean walked in.

"Jean..." Logan trailed off when he saw Jean get swiftly turned around and kissed by Ororo, who was holding a piece of mistletoe above her.

"Isn't that kind of out of season?" Jean said as she came up for air.

"Didn't you know, Christmas can be celebrated any time of year?"

"Oh, really?" Jean said as she gave Ororo a tap on her ass.

"Umm... Jean?" Logan noticed a mark under her right eye. "Is that a tattoo?"

"Oh, come on Logan. You were the one that gave it to me."

"I did? Scott! Will you please stop that?!" He drew his hand away from Scott again.

"Sorry, I guess you're playing hard to get right now?" Scott said in a 'I'm a bad, bad, bad boy' tone of voice.

"Whatever." He drew his attention to a man who had just walked into the room. He was a sluggish, fat man. Yet, he looked familiar.

"Bon soir... mon... amis." He said between deep breaths.

"Remy?" Logan asked in disbelief.

"The... one and... only." He sat at the table.

Scott put his hand on Logan's knee, "That's it! I'm taking you out, Bub!" He said in the most threatening voice he could.

"Baby!..." Scott threw himself at Logan, planting a kiss square on his mouth.

"Will you two take it in another room?" Jubilee said as she walked into the room. "It's bad enough that I couldn't get Brittany Spears tickets, now I have to see you making out with my boy friend!"

"AAHHHHHHH!!!!" Scott yelled as he woke up, in a clod sweat.

"What's wrong, honey?" Jean asked as she woke up. She was very groggy and tired.

"I had a horrible dream. I dreamt that I was Logan's lover, and that you were storms lover."

"What's wrong with that, Bub?" Logan said as he lifted his head off of the pillow.