Pink Robe Chronicles

Chapter 3

Where we could be

Logan walked down the stairs his unruly hair tamed for the night, brushed ruthlessly and saturated with product he had barrowed from Jubilee and Kitty. Scott's heart missed a beet seeing him walk down the stairs.

"You shaved." Scott murmured gazing at Logan's strong jaw line.

"Chuck made me. Said if I didn't shave and get my hair under control for tonight I would have to teach yoga."

"Wow."

"Yeah." Logan put his hands in his suit pockets and watched as Hank approached, if he felt odd in a suit is was not as odd as Hank looked, though he supposed Hank was quite a bit more used to wearing the clothes then he was.

"So who's ready to go to the Mutants for the Stop Bigotry and Violence against Minorities dinner?" Hank smiled gazing at Logan with poorly submersed mirth.

The dinner was of cores mutants and humans sitting down together at one table, sharing hopes dreams, giving advice, creating friendships. Showing that though one may look different talk different and have different abilities all people could get along. That was the idea any way. As Logan sat silently across the huge room from Scott and listened with little interest to an activist babbling about nothing some one moved out side the windows a figure that Logan had the distanced feeling did not belong there.

"Ah um I hate to cut your story short but I've just realized that-"Logan was spared both finding something to have realized and finishing his ludicrously polite statement by and explosion coming from the window. People screamed and ran for cover Logan pulled his table mates down and threw up the table and had them crouch behind it, "alright any one got glass in them?"

"No we're all alright." And elderly man said holding his granddaughter.

"Ok." Logan took off his suit jacket, "he sugar? Can you do something for me?"

The little girl nodded fear near crippling her.

"This is a new suit I want to ask you to hold my jacket ok? Keep it safe for me. Can you do that for me Sugar?"

"Yes……"

Logan handed her the jacket and stood up and felt something hit him in the head. The little girl screamed as Logan fell with a bullet in his head.

"Logan!" Scott shouted over the next explosion.

The blackness lifted slowly and Logan felt a sharp pain in his head her wasn't happy and he knew that if was thing was sure he'd just been shot.

"What?!" Logan shouted back flipping another table crouching behind that and giving the kid the thumbs up as she gazed in amazement.

"You dead?"

"You're morbid Slim!"

"Meet you half way!"

"Half way where? Center of the room or the window?"

"Let's go for room!"

A gun men shot into the air, "everybody quiet! All the mutants come forward any one protecting a mutant will be killed!"

Logan and Scott were together now and Scott threw his arms around Logan's neck and kissed him, Logan could taste blood him his mouth and he wiped a trickle of it off his head.

"You ok Slim?"

"For the most part; we've got to get these people out of here.

"Where's the exit?"

"Any where I suppose."

"Alright I'll run interference and you get them out of here."

Scott shook his head and gripped Logan's arm, "Logan they have guns."

"So I'm not Superman sue me you get them out I've got interference. Just go."

"You'd better not be home late."

"I won't."

Logan stood up his hands in the air, "so I was zhinking vhy don't I just turn my self in and let this whole zhing be over vizh? Und zhen I answered my self for no reason at all. So you can have me and vee'll call it a day shall vee?"

"Who are you?"

"Vho am I? Vho am I? My god man! I am Sir Valter Rally Randolph Esquire zhe Zhird and heir to the hereditary monarchy of Estonia clearly you are terrorists whom are trying to attack me on my diplomatic trip to America and kidnap me to kill me so zhat your political faction can zhen have a coo and take over Estonia."

Scott was gone and so were many of the people Logan could see with his peripheral vision. The attackers were staring at Logan as if he were insane.

"Come here"

"A monarch sir is never ordered." Logan said shaking his head.

"I'll blow your brains out."

"Ah vell I'm sure you vould and so in order to avert said violence I vill bend to your vill as I have learned in my many years of political study one must always take into account the vill of zhe majority and its correlation to zhe vell being of zhe nation." Logan stepped forward and an attacker grabbed his arm, Logan then grabbed the man and as he flipped him into a wall continued his speech, "after all I have come to understand zhat if I am to defeat you I must come close enough to use my extensive knowledge of the marshal arts," Logan disarmed the next man and knocked him out with the but of the gun, "und zhis is beneficial for Estonia for I vill not be dead und will be able to lead zhem." Logan had beet the next to men senseless, "und although you have know idea who I am because you haven't really been listening. I'm sure you'll appreciate knowing zhat," Logan beet the fifth man with his friends gun, "it was all bullshit." Logan dragged the men together and tied them up, "I'm really a poor mutant from Canada no aspirations except getting a motorcycle and a teaching degree and really guys there were kids here why would you do something like attacks us? Kids like seven year olds. What's wrong with you?" Logan pulled out his cell phone and called the police.

It was way too late when Logan got home. All he wanted was some sleep maybe a beer if there was any that were cold, he certainly didn't want a lecture or an interrogation he'd gotten those from the police.

Scott stood at the door arms crossed, beer in hand, and a glare that would have turned Logan to stone if he'd been able to see it.

"You're really late"

"You've got a beer."

"It's for you."

"Thanks." Logan stretched out his hand for it.

"And so is this" Scott smacked him up side the head, "you got your self on the news"

Logan yanked the bottle out of Scott's hands, "I didn't need to be told you weren't happy about that, I could smell it."

"That's not weird."

"Shut up you can't look at things with out a plate of quartz between you and it, who's more of a freak?"

"You hurt?"

"No. Not any more." Logan lit a cigar and sat on the front steps, "god I'm tired."

Scott smirked, "we need to get our act together, I mean, I don't know about you, but I can't stop thinking about you."

"Yeah I still hate you too bub."

"Logan."

"Scott"

"I think we should give this gay thing a try."

Logan spit out his beer and looked at Scott, "you're on crack."

"Logan you have a pink bath robe and you can smell my anger; I think we've past the realm of disbelief."

"I'm not going to be your rebound."

"You're not." Scott rubbed Logan's clean jaw line gently and leaned forward, Logan was really very beautiful, he had intense eyes, eyes Scott had seen before; eyes Scott had fallen in love with before. Logan leaned back against the pillar and gazed at Scott for a moment, "hey slim?"

"Yeah?"

"Where'd you learn to kiss like that?"

"Old movies"

"Weird."

Scott punched Logan in the arm and Logan tossed his empty bottle and burned out cigar stub away from him and jumped on Scott.