My stomach flu is GONE! YAY (cough) So… on with the story.
Minutes later Bobby and the Professor found themselves walking, well one of them walking, one of them rolling, down the hall towards Wolverine's room. Once they got there they knocked and a very disheveled and very sleepy looking Logan standing in the doorway.
"Wadda ya wan'?" His words were so slurred that if there was any doubt before that he just woke up, it vanished as soon as he parted his lips.
"We need to ask you a serious question so if you would WAKE UP! Please." The professor shouted the last words (in case you couldn't tell) to assist in the process. It did the trick, Logan was instantly wide awake. "Okay, what's the question?"
"First," Bobby said, "you have to promise that you won't tell Rouge yet, we're going to tell her tomorrow." Wolverine looked has his clock. " It is tomorrow." Bobby hasn't realized that he and the Professor had been talking so long; it was only 10 when he and Rouge had been holding each other in the great room.
Suddenly Logan cocked his head ever so slightly as if his attentions were on something that only his ears could hear. He sniffed the air and looked directly at Bobby. "If you don't want Stripes to know anything then we might want to fond somewhere else to talk." "Why?" Bobby was at a loss as to why they couldn't ask him right here so he could finally sleep at least a little bit easier knowing that the odds were good that she would be alright.
"Because she's listening just around the corner."
That my friends is the end of this chapter. Now I'm of to go write the next one because I don't even know what's going to happen next.
See ya soon
Stormsdaughter
