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ScottXStorm

Thought my fics need some comic relief.

I own… a bunch of comic books that are owned by marvel. Basically everything I do is owned by marvel.

Remember when Odysseus got the Cyclops drunk?

Ororo sat in the kitchen, stirring her coffee but staring off into space. Her thoughts on her late friend. She still couldn't believe it. Jean, Jean Grey her very close friend was deceased. One day they were snickering and laughing at Scott's Boy Scout ways and the next she's dead. One week they combined classes to go on a field trip together, the next Storm had to combine her classes with hers to take over. It all happened so fast. They were on a mission, like the thousands of others. There was never any casualties before, maybe a few broken ribs, but that's all.

The loud shutting of the large oak door disrupted her thoughts she jumped up and headed for the front door, thinking one of the students were trying to leave. When she reached the front room she saw an angry Logan carrying what seemed to be a wasted Scott.

"Come on bub," Logan threw him to his feet. Scott stumbled over to the wall and grabbed on to it. He was a mess. His hair everywhere, shirt stained, pants ripped.

"Logan," Ororo says as if he's her child, "Did you get Scott drunk?"

"I tried to stop him after six shots," He said, Ororo rolled her eyes.

"And you took him out drinking… WHY?" She yelled, tapping her foot.

"He needed to get out, clear his head. Right Cyke?" Logan turns to the drunken Scott who was playing with his visor.

"Hey… I know whymynameisCyclops." He slurred, "'cuz a Cyclops gots 1 eye and with my visor it looks like I gots one eye," He laughed. "I'mhungry," He stumbled to the kitchen.

Ororo gave Logan a death glare, "Is he high too?!"

"Uh I did find him in an alley… GOODNIGHT!" Logan ran for the stairs.

Ororo sighed as she walked into the kitchen.

"Hey 'Ro," Scott was eating butter from the container. "When'd your hair turn gray?"

"Scott, why don't you go upstairs and go to bed?" Ororo felt horrible talking to the team leader as if he was some young child staying up past his bedtime.

"But I'm not tired," Scott said, he suddenly started to fall to the floor.

"Scott!" She jumped to the floor, catching him.

"You've got pretty eyes 'Ro," He smiled as he looked right into her eyes. He pulled her closer and to Ororo's surprised kissed her.

She thought she would be overwhelmed with the taste of alcohol but his soft lips distracted her from that. He threw his arms around her. Storm finally got the mental strength to push him away.

'What am I thinking? This is Jean's fiancé… But Jean is dead and Scott should move on. Who am I kidding he's drunk, I can't take advantage of him like that.' When she finished debating with herself whether or not this was right or wrong, Scott lied on the floor, passed out.

Ororo didn't remember what happened next, she woke up in Scott's bed the next morning feeling like a million bucks… Maybe she'll get Scott drunk more often.

AN: I'm going back to the more angsty/hurt comfort fics after this. Just thought it needed some comic relief. For more comic relief fics if you guys got any weird or odd pairing suggestions I'll do them. I'm not good with slash but you suggest it I'll do it. Or if you just have a pairing suggestion in general go ahead and tell me and I'll do it. (No Romy suggestions because I'm working on that right now. Just gotta make sure it's perfect for all of the diehards out there)