Standard Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. Wah!
A/N: I'm not really up to date on the X-Men universe (I'm really out of touch lol) so I'm just going to do what everyone else does and call this an A/U fic
There it was, the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning, the safe haven where mutants from different parts of the country, the world, came to learn and utilize their powers under the protective guidance of Charles Xavier. It was also home and headquarters to one of the greatest band of heroes that ever existed, the X-Men. It was a relatively slow day at the mansion. There was no commotion, no sense of urgency that came with the emergence of a crisis or disaster that had to be dealt with ASAP. No, there was none of that today. Everything, for once, was all right in the world…
Until an angry Canadian barged through the front door, accompanied by a steady stream of colorful curses no less. Wolverine, otherwise known as simply Logan around these parts, was mad. It wasn't the kind of 'I'm fine I'll cool down in a minute' anger that came with running into a couple of thugs that thought they had an easy target and wanted to have some fun. It wasn't even the 'I'm having a bad day' kind of anger that came with knowing that all was wrong with the world today but at least you'll have tomorrow. No, this was one bona-fide 'I'm tethering at the edge of berserker rage' kind of mad.
Remy Lebeau, having an amicable chat with a certain auburn haired, Southern beauty otherwise known as Rogue, noticed this. He gave Logan a quick glance before redirecting his charm back to Rogue. He didn't want to get tangled with the Canadian right now. Not while they were in close quarters anyway.
Rogue, who either had a death wish or had no such concerns, brought up his unspoken question. "Wuts da matta, sugah? Sounds like you had a tousle with Sabretooth or somethin'."
Wolverine, who was busy reducing a wall into masses of rubble with his adamantine claws, stared into the Southern belle's concerned eyes with sparks of rage dancing in his own. He went right back to working on the walls. Using every strike on the wall as emphasis on his words, he said, "You….don't….know….how….much….I….wish…that..was…da case!"
At the moment, a joyous Jubilee walked through the front door. She kicked the door closed behind her with transparent glee. "Man, that rocks!" She walked right up to Logan and gave him a tight hug. "Wolvie, thanks for everything! We gotta do that again!" Relinquishing her tight hug, she said, "So..when's the next driving lesson?"
Wolverine only grumbled and walked away. This brought on snickers from Remy and Rogue. Fighting back laughter, Rogue said, "That's it? And me and Gambit thought it was somethin' serious!" As if those words were the key to opening up the floodgates of laughter, the duo doubled back in a joyous uproar.
"W-wut happened, petite?" Gambit barely managed to say.
Jubilee brought up her hand as if to suppress a giggle. "I…guess I scared him more then usual today, that's all."
At this, Remy and Rogue just laughed more. Jubilee joined in, remembering her Wolvie's comical expression as they blazed down the runway at 80 mph.
After using up their laughter quota for the day, Remy spoke up. "Looks like da ol' Logan ain't up to snuff when it comes to teachin' a certain belle to drive. But ol' Remy feels up to da task." He spoke with the certainty and the suave that was fortified by his many experiences as an X-Men and a thief. "So wut you say, Cherie?" He asked Jubilee.
Jubilee, who was still a little miffed about her mentor walking out, nodded and smiled. "Eh, why not?"
Wolverine, as if responding to some invisible cue, rejoined the group. He grabbed Gambit by his jacket. His eyes were crazed, and they seemed to say, be afraid…be very afraid. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Gambit," he warned.
"Non, mon ami. Dis ol' thief seen lotsa things. A pretty lil 17 year old behind a wheel wun scare 'im."
Logan's response surprised Gambit. He laughed like a man who knew the world was going to end but was powerless to stop it, and walked away. Wolverine's crazed laughter unnerved Gambit. Chuckling nervously, he wondered if he really knew what he was going to get into.
A/N: Just getting my feet wet in the world of fanfiction again. Giving y'all a lil taste. Hopefully there'll be those who like this fic and review. If not, I've learned my lesson and decided to write just for the sake of writing alone. I only have a general outline planned out for this short little fic. If anyone has any ideas that I could throw in, lemme know.