Title: 'Cuffs
Author: Ultra-Geek
Rating: K+ or T
Summery: Logan and Scott's rivalry has come to a head in an all out prank war. Fortunately, Xavier has come up with a solution.
Disclaimer: Yeah…I don't own anything.
Timeline: Somewhere after X2, Jean's alive.
AN: I just saw X3 last night and…GAH! Just...GAH! They killed...how could...AHHHH!
Ok. I'm done ranting now.
"Sit down, both of you." Xavier said, pointing to the chairs. He had a towel and was wiping the pie off of his face. Putting the towel down, he looked at the two men. "I know that this was all in good fun, but you are grown men, and this has gone far enough." Xavier pulled something out of his desk. It appeared to be a pair of handcuffs. Logan couldn't help but wonder why he had those.
The professor looked at the two again. They were suddenly motionless. They weren't aware of this, though. Smiling almost evilly, the professor went to Scott, and connected one of the ends to his wrist, and put the other around Logan's. He went back behind his desk and waited to see the outcome.
When they moved again, Scott jerked to the side at the sudden feeling of metal on his wrist. That, in turn, caused Logan to nearly fall out of his chair. They both looked at the handcuffs, and then at the professor, then back at the 'cuffs.
Finally, Charles said "I will remove the handcuffs once you two learn to get along. In the meantime, I suggest you two work something out." And he went back to his work.
Logan looked at Xavier incredulously. Did he really think that a pair of handcuffs could hold the Wolverine?
"And yes, Logan." Xavier said, picking up on Logan's rebelious thought. "I do expect them too. After all, it's quite hard to break adamantium, wouldn't you agree?"
Logan just stood up, causing Scott to stand as well, and left the room. Only, when they got to the door, Scott tried to go left, and Logan went right. And seeing as Logan was considerably stronger than Scott, he got dragged to the right right behind him.
The two went down to the garage, and set to work on getting the cuffs off. First, Scott attempted to blast them apart with his optic laser vision. On the tenth or eleventh try, Logan's claws popped out, and he began to saw away at them.
This is when Storm entered the scene.
"Now that's something you don't see everyday." She commented. The two X-men glared at her. If looks could kill, the X-men would be a member short at that time. Even though she was thoroughly intimidated by the glares focused completely on her, she started to laugh. And even though she tried, she just couldn't stop giggling.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Logan grumbled. "You know you could do something other than laugh."
"Like what?" Storm giggled. She couldn't help it.
"I don't know. Maybe blast the damn thing?"
"Yeah, Logan. Get her to fry us."
"No one asked you, Summers."
"Hello? I'm the one cuffed to you!"
"And whose fault is that?"
"YOURS!"
"Prove it."
"BOYS!" Storm yelled. They both snapped up to look at her, shocked into silence by the uncharacteristic outburst from Storm. "Even if I could help you, I wouldn't. This is way too funny. But…"
"But what, Storm?" Scott said in his scariest leader voice.
"What was that, Cyke?" Logan asked. "Was that supposed to be intimidating?"
"Idiot."
"Jerk."
"Loser."
"Arrogant suck up."
"Wow, I'm impressed! A word longer than two syllables!"
"Will both of you just shut up?" Storm yelled, once again shocking them into silence. "As I was saying, but the professor gave everyone orders to not interfere, and that you two had to work together in order to achieve your goal."
Logan and Scott simultaneously groaned.
And Storm walked away laughing. Logan looked at Scott, and Scott looked back at Logan. "Is she a record of a cheesy inspirational show or something?"
"I know!" Scott agreed. "Work together to achieve your goal?"
After a second, they realized that they had just agreed with each other.
"Never happened?" Logan asked.
"You got it." And they both tried to walk away in separate directions, and…
Well, I don't really need to tell you how that ended up, do I?