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About vows and men
Finding that she couldn't sleep, Emma wondered down the halls of the mansion and walked into the mansion. She frowned, ironically realizing that she had been in this kitchen one time too many, and scowled when she laid eyes on a certain male with glasses.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded in a sassy tone, folding her arms across her chest for effect.
Scott, who was fixing to make himself a sandwich as a midnight snack, glanced up at Emma with half the sandwich in his hands. "I'm standing in a kitchen," he pointed out bluntly, "holding a sandwich," he added, glaring at the blonde behind his glasses. "What do you think I'm doing?"
"Funny," Emma snapped, walking behind Scott to get into the fridge. "I'm just dying of laughter."
Scott shrugged. "So long as you die," he replied, taking a large bit of his sandwich.
Emma's lip curled in disgust. "You're a pig," she threw at him, flinging the door of the fridge open and looking at its contents.
"And you're a bitch," Scott bit back after he swallowed. Turning towards her and seeing her look of disgust and resentment, he grinned. "Some things never change, do they?"
Rolling her eyes, Emma pulled out the left over container with macaroni and cheese as well as a bottle of water and the bottle of ketchup. As Scott ate his food, and Emma placed the container in the microwave, he raised his eyebrows, watching her intently, as he swallowed before he spoke again. "You don't honestly plan on eating that?"
Emma tossed her perfectly straight hair over her shoulder. "Why not?" she asked.
Scott made a face. "Because it doesn't mix!" he exclaimed. "Ketchup and macaroni and cheese?"
"It happens to be a favorite of mine," Emma threw at him with annoyance.
Scott scoffed. "Who's the pig now?" he muttered, chuckling to himself.
Emma's face reddened in anger as the timer went off on the microwave. As she took the container out and grabbed her water, she walked past Scott again, and as she did so, squeezed the bottle of ketchup as hard as she could and the red substance came out of the bottle and landed all over Scott's white shirt. As he gasped out of surprise and anger, Emma flashed him a smile and tossed him the bottle, which he caught on instinct.
"You should look at yourself in the mirror before you open your mouth," she purred, grinning wickedly at the embarrassed and flustered Scott.
As Emma walked down the hall, heading back to her room, she was so replying the scene of embarrassing Scott that she didn't notice that he had chased her down the hall. Once he ran past her and stopped in front of her, he held out his head, catching his breath. "I'm going to tell you something that you probably don't realize," he said.
Emma's grin never wavered. "And what's that, dear?"
Raising his finger at her, he said, "You and your little friend are very close to being kicked out of this school," he said.
Emma raised her brow. "Is that a threat?" she asked, seeing Scott recoil and stand up straight. "Should I write this down or something for future use?"
Scott's face was mutual. "I'm not joking about this, Emma."
Emma's expression turned serious. "Then why bother telling me?"
"Because…" He fumbled for the right words and Emma tapped her foot impatiently.
"Well?" she asked again.
Scott sighed. "I think you and Jean can bring a lot to this school," he finally said. Watching Emma carefully, he figured that she believed him, though he also wanted to add the contribution they could make to the X-Men team…especially Jean.
"Lemme guess," Emma said, raising the finger of her free hand and regarding Scott. "You also figured that Jean and I would want to join your spandex tight group of misfits?"
Scott found himself grinning. "You're a telepath?"
"I wasn't reading you mind, dear," Emma said softly, feeling more confident than ever in her current situation. "I'm going to take a shot at the wind and suppose that you're the leader of this misfit team."
Scott's grin widened. "I'm impressed."
"Of course you are," Emma muttered.
"And for the record…we're called the X-Men."
"X-Men," Emma repeated. "Xavier…"
Scott nodded. "Very quick."
"So…it's true then," Emma said.
Scott frowned, not following. "What's true?"
"You and your team have uniforms…tights."
Scott let out an uncomfortable chuckle. "Yes…but they're quite comfy."
Emma rolled her eyes, holding up her hand to Scott's face, ignoring him, as she continued to her room muttering, "The one time I'm right about something…it has to be about tights."
X
"Now that the weekend is coming up and we're closing up the unit, I think a little reviewing is in order," Jean said to her class. As she closed her teacher's textbook, she turned back around to face the class, and saw everyone doing the same, placing their books under their seats.
Jean paced the floor back and forth, thinking of some tricky questions to throw the students off, and to convince her that they had actually been paying attention since she came into the class. "Who can tell me…the type of bacteria that are commonly found in intestines?"
Bobby was the first one to raise his hand. "Enterococci," he answered.
Jean gave a small nod and grin. "Alright," she said, figuring that the question was too easy. Thinking of another question, Jean gave a smirk, and stopped pacing. "What is the average percentage of those that are killed with a vancomycin-resistant enterococcal bloodstream infection?" Jean watched as some of the students jaws dropped, not one understanding a single word she had just said. I guess I know whose been sleeping in the class… She watched as the students pondered the questioned. "Amara?"
"Ten percent?" the girl said in a small voice.
"No."
"Fifteen," Kitty said aloud. Jean shook her head.
"Twenty?" Bobby guessed.
Jean frowned. "It's not a guessing game," she snipped. Slowly, a gloved hand rose in the back of the room, and Jean craned her neck to see Rogue shyly look up. "Rogue?"
"Thirty seven?"
Jean gave a smile. "Correct," she said proudly, seeing the other kids roll their eyes and slump in their chairs as Rogue grinned. Jean heard some of the passing thoughts of the students and their eagerness to get out of the class and begin their weekend.
"Alright," Jean said, folding her hands in front of her and leaning against her desk. "I don't think I'm going to harass any of you with anymore questions." She could feel the students' excitement about going away for the weekend and she couldn't keep a straight face without releasing them. "Have fun on your trip you guys." She chuckled as the students all cheered and rushed out of the room. As Jean turned and began to organize her desk, Ororo walked into the room, and exchanged a quick greeting with Jean.
"If you're busy I could come back later," Ororo said.
Jean waved her hand. "No, it's fine. If this is me looking busy then I can't imagine what I really look like when I am busy," she joked, getting a chuckle from Ororo.
"Um…Logan told me that you and Emma found out," Ororo said uncomfortably. It wasn't every day that someone found out they were the X-Men.
Jean froze, recalling their little run-in in the basement with the bucketman. "Oh," Jean said softly, stopping what she was doing all together.
"Look…he and Scott didn't go into detail about what happened down there," Ororo said, seeing how uncomfortable Jean had gotten, "but Hank and I took a look at the program records…"
"Program records?" Jean repeated, feeling like Ororo just spoke a different language to her.
Inhaling, Ororo walked into the classroom further. "You and Emma stumbled upon what we call the danger room."
Jean rolled her eyes. "That's an understatement," she muttered.
"The danger room is just like a large virtual reality game," Ororo explained. "We develop programs that help us in the protection of mutants and humans alike and against those like the Brotherhood."
"The what?"
"The Brotherhood is a group of mutants led by Magneto…the man you fought in the danger room," Ororo said. "He is a very powerful and dangerous mutant and you defeated him."
"I did?" Jean asked. "Really?"
Ororo nodded. "We ran through the system again and checked over and over. You impressed us. Myself, Hank, the Professor…even Logan and Scott," Ororo grinned.
Jean crossed her arms, feeling confident, "Really?"
"Professor Xavier is thinking about giving you and Emma a trial run."
Jean raised an eyebrow. "You mean to join your little team?" Ororo nodded. "Okay…I have a question though."
"Of course."
"Do you guys wear spandex?"
X
Jean had gone upstairs after her classes and was now sitting on her bed and reading through some papers. With a sigh she remembered herself that it was weekend and that there was no need to do this now. She could still read through them on Sunday. About to think about what she could do she turned her head when there was a knock on her door. Not knowing who could probably want something from her right now, she got up to open it.
"Oh…"
"What's that s'pposed t'mean?" Logan grunted and cocked an eyebrow.
Rolling her eyes, Jean crossed her arms. "Is it possible to say something without you feeling offended?" she snapped.
"Ain't offended!" he growled and grabbed her arm. "Follow me!"
"Hey!" she complained and had to use her powers to close the door behind her. Not knowing why he dragged her around or where he was heading, but definitely not liking it, she tried to free her wrist from his grip. But it was useless.
"I feel sorry for your girlfriend!" Jean said as soon as they were in the elevator. "But I guess someone as rude as you…"
"Rude my ass!" Logan snapped and shoved her over to a wall, where a weird looking, neutral, longish container stood, each of them including a black leather suit.
"Ehm…," she said and made a step back while she shook her head vehemently. "I'm not into that…kind of stuff…"
Logan only looked at her with furrowed brows but suddenly smirked. "Too bad…," he mocked and turned back around. "I saved the whip for ya."
"WHAT?" the redhead said in an almost high-pitched voice and stared at him, shocked and her mouth open.
Chuckling, he shook his head. "You're really stupid…," he muttered under his breath and pulled a suit out of the container to throw it into her direction. "Here, put that on."
Jean only stared at him, then at the uniform and back at him; not understanding anything at all. "Why?"
"C'mon, we don't have all day," Logan grunted and shoved her over to the changing stall after grabbing his uniform and closed the door behind them. "Get changed!"
"You mean…," she said and pointed at him. "Here? With you?"
It was again for Logan to cock an eyebrow at her. If she was that dumb, he thought, he could at least have some fun with her. "Sure, darlin'," he said with his best smirk and threw his uniform onto the men's side of the room, which was separated from the women part by lockers that where high enough. He chuckled low when Jean's cheeks blushed and she swallowed hard. "I know ya liked what ya saw when ya caught me workin' out," he added huskily and came slowly closer, which made her back off. "C'mon. I know ya want it, too, Red."
"I… No!" she replied and pressed herself against the wall. Eyes wide and cheeks nearly as red as her hair.
Laughing now, Logan turned back around. "Chuck wants me t'practice with ya, so…get dressed!" he said and disappeared behind the lockers, where she could soon hear how his clothes hit the floor.
Jean still stared at the spot where he had disappeared behind and was confused. Her eyes fell on the black leather thing in her hands and she gave it a disapproving look. Nevertheless, she knew she had no choice in here. "Don't even dare to peek!"
"Think ya can stop me?" Logan challenged with a smirk and was already putting the black gloves on, when suddenly the lockers moved closer. "Hey!" he growled and made a step backwards.
"Just a warning!" she said and made sure that he really wasn't peeking around a corner. As quickly as she could she got undressed and fought with the uniform. When she finally wore it, she gave herself a critical look in the large mirror to her left.
"Are ya finally done?" Logan asked impatiently and sighed. "What takes ya so long?"
"I'm done!" Jean snapped and rolled her eyes. "Men…," she cursed and heard him walking around. "Satis-…," she began while turning around and stopped in mid sentence when she saw him in the uniform for the first time. Without intending to, her eyes had begun to scan him from head to toe and even if she would never admit it, she knew that he should be forbidden to wear that thing. He looked way too good in it for her taste…
Logan knew he should say something but somehow his mind was incapable of forming words. His eyes were scanning her body and he licked his lips unconsciously, when they traveled back upwards to stop at her two best arguments. "Ehm…." He cleared his throat and pulled on the collar when this it suddenly became too tight. In general, the uniform seemed to be too tight in some parts all of a sudden. "Well…," Logan finally managed to say and nodded at the door. "Go ahead…" He watched how Jean walked past him and smirked when he caught a good view on her backside. "Nice butt…," he muttered, which made her turn around; the door being half open.
"What?" she asked and narrowed her eyes a bit.
"Damn hot," he quickly said. "The uniform I mean…"
"Ah…," the redhead nodded and walked through the door and towards the Danger room. "What do you intend to do?" she asked when Logan walked next to her and a bit ahead. Taking her chance, she took a look at his backside too and smiled to herself.
"We run a scenario and ya use your powers," he explained and waited for the door to close. "If ya beat your adversary, ya get a harder one and so on."
"And what do you do?" Jean asked suspiciously, but Logan only smirked and crossed his arms.
"Makin' sure that ya don't tear the whole place apart," he replied and, before she could answer on this, looked up and at the ceiling. "Computer, run mission X 105."
"Hey… what if…," she tried to protest but the room already began to change.
"Understood. Running mission X 105. Beast."
Only able to stare at Logan, he grinned darkly at her. "Have fun, Red!" Logan said and looked at the snarling Hank McCoy, who had suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the room.
