I really have no excuse for taking this long to update. I'm just easily distracted by real life, rambling and kidnapping plans I suppose. Luckily BrownEyedDevil is currently drunk on Viking juice so I was able to finish this chapter. Three cheers for the drunken German!

This chapter has actually been sitting on my computer weeping and unfinished since I last updated. Today I handed it a tissue, asked it to dry it's eyes before all the words were washed away and made it my mission to finish this chapter. Hopefully I've done an okay job.

Now to the reviewers, who I love and will be sending life sized Logan chocolate effigies to:

Orangebean: You've probably finished college by now. Sorry for being so very slow. And there are more twist and turns to come, I can promise you that.

Comic: You closet Pansy Ass lover! If you can't keep your hands to yourself then you'll have to say behind at kidnapping HQ. Volunteers are needed to hack into the FBI database and make sure myself and Meow are always one step ahead of the bastards.

Chellerbelle: Thank you and that was my favourite part too!

BlackDog616: I completely failed at your request to post again soon. But I'm happy you enjoyed the last chapter. I've never been a fan of the separate voices, so I prefer the approach I've taken instead. You're going to have to keep wondering what will happen next after you have finished reading this chapter :D

Raven34link: I've made more. LOOK! You have no idea how pleased I am to have finally finished this chapter.

Miss. Reader: Aw, thanks. I'm glad you like my Logan's. Do you really like the Pansy Ass? Marie and Logan will always mess with him. I can't have it any other way.

Thanks to everybody for reviewing, reading, alerting and lurking. I'll see you all in another five or six months :P


Three's a Crowd


I'd like a cup of hot coco, a beer. I need a beer and a damn smoke, and vodka, what I really need is a vodka and coke. Vodka… No, not happening, I'm having a beer… Beer won't help me sleep, and neither will vodka, cocoa will do the trick. It's one of the five known remedies to help cure insomnia. An ice cold beer and a hooker in my bed, I like the sound of that, where's the phone?

"Shut up!" All three of us cry in my mind, scaring the life out of poor Sprout. All legs and disgust, he leaps off the bed and huddles under the dressing table, eyeing me with drowsy annoyance.

Rolling off the bed, I glance around the room and curse Logan to hell. The kind of hell where everyone has to conform, wear bright colours and denim is banned. Oh yes, and the bar's only serve flavoured water and chocolate covered peanuts. And the only way to catch the attention of the horny women down there would be to perform shows for all the little minions. He'll have to dye his hair pink, ride around on a tricycle and change his name to Lo-Lo the clown.

I can see it all now, it's right in front of my eyes.

'Meow'

"You're right," I acknowledge, the evil laughter vanishing as I attempt to shake my head free from the extra tenants. "I'm starting to go mad in this room. How long have we been in here exactly? Days, weeks, months, years?"

'Meow'

Snatching the clock from the bedside table, I gasp in horror, "You mean, it's only been an hour and a half? Sprout, you need to listen to me carefully. If I die in here, I leave everything to you, okay? All my worldly possessions, my soppy boyfriend, the guilt, everything."

I hear a noise outside the locked door, a jingle of keys, the handle moves and I step back wondering if the time has come to fight my way out of this situation.

That's ridiculous, the mansion is a place of safety. I just need to sit down and discuss my problems in a polite manner. Bullshit, I have to get up and fight, nobody pushes me around and gets away with it.

I sit down on the foot of the bed, then stand up, immediately followed by me sitting down again. The door creaks open, and I stand up, sit down, stand up and Jubilee catches me caught between both actions.

She watches me, obviously trying to determine whether I've lost my mind, or not.

Staring at her hands, a sharp, piercing pain explodes in my head and I whimper into my balled fists. Her voice seems a million miles away, I stagger backwards and sit on the bed. This isn't right, something isn't right…

Everything is fine. I always look on the bright side of life, it's what's expected from the leader of the X-Men. The students here look up to me and I need to set a good example for them.

I really would like a cup of cocoa. I might even watch a little TV before I go to bed.

"That's the Professor's set of keys." I exclaim, pointing at them, standing up and walking over to Jubilee. "Jean used to keep them in our bedroom, behind the photo of us at Cape Cod."

"Scott, you're Scott aren't you? Oh man, this is so cool, it's like a really fucked up Freaky Friday."

"Who else were you expecting?" I ask, rather concerned for her state of mind as she begins to jump up, down and around the room. "Jubilee, have you been at the candy again? You're going to have a sugar hangover tomorrow and I have enough to deal with where Rogue is concerned."

With hangovers at both ends of the spectrum, it's going to be a nightmare to teach the class in the morning. But Rogue needs to learn to throw a javelin straight, and Jubilee needs to cut out the sugar. I don't think my head can take much more. When was the last time I masturbated? It feels like hours…

I make my way over to the door idly wondering how on earth I got here in the first place. My allergies are really playing up tonight too. I hope Rogue hasn't bought that kitten back. I left it in the shelter so it could go to a good home. There are plenty of families out there who want a cat and I bet they don't sneeze their vital organs out through their neatly trimmed nostrils when the animal simply looks their way.

"Can you please move out of the way? I have so much to do and it's already late." I ask her when she leaps in front of me blocking the exit with her arms.

"You can't leave, Chica! Logan will rip my spinal cord out, wrap it around my throat and choke the life out of me while he growls and smokes one of his shitty cigars. And he'd probably get off on it too."

I frown at her and sigh. Why do people her age have to use language like that?

Pushing her gently aside, I pat her on the shoulder. "If Logan's bothering you, I'll have a talk with him. But I still need to leave."

I don't really want to know why she's calling me Chica. It's probably all the sugar she eats, not only does it rot her teeth, it's migrated to her brain. That's a shame, she's always had so much potential. I hate to see it wasted on candy and profanity.

Strolling down the hallway in the direction of our... My room, I hear Jubilee curse and run after me.

"Bothering me? Nah, he's going to go homicidal on my cute and curvaceous ass. The man will go nuts!"

She pushes past and stands in front of me blocking my entrance to my room, waving her hands in the air and gesturing wildly. "Nobody was supposed to go anywhere near that room, he said so. It was more of a growl, then he threatened to shred anybody who disobeyed him and Storm told him off. That made him growl even more. Wolverine. Will. Gut. Me. Do you want your best friend to die like that?"

I shake my head at the news of Logan bullying the students again. It's really got to stop. I always knew it was a mistake to ask him to join the team. He may have saved Rogue's life but he's far too much of an animal to be around civilised people. The students need to be dealt with kid gloves not threats, glares and claws.

"I really will talk to him, just not tonight. You're supposed to be in your room anyway, it's gone midnight." I inform her, glancing at the clock on the wall. "We have an early start tomorrow, remember? You need to be well rested for my fitness classes. I'm going to be putting you through your paces."

She only gawks at me open mouthed. Jubilee always responds better to praise, Jean always told me that.

"Your gesticulation skills are very impressive. I wish I could express myself in such a way."

"Are you coming on to me, Chica?"

"What?" I splutter in shock, half tempted to head straight for the liquor cabinet in the Professors office. "Of course not. Why would you even, I mean, you're... No, not all all."

Jubilee opens her mouth to retort and I hope backtrack on her wild accusation. My hopes weren't very high and I'm not in the slightest bit surprised when that doesn't happen. She's easily distracted and a difficult student to teach because of it.

"She's my best friend, I couldn't leave her up here all alone!" She cries, her eyes widening and I glance over my shoulder to see what... Oh.

"Wolverine." I greet curtly, trying not to make my dislike of the dick too noticeable.

His eyes narrow and I frown at his nostrils twitching. Is he sniffing me? No, I bet he's only trying to steal my fiancées scent away from me now. The bastard, does he have no shame? She chose me, when will he come to terms with that and move on? The best man won.

"You," He growls pointing a finger at Jubilee. "Get the hell outta here before I do somethin' we both regret."

She doesn't need to be told twice and scuttles off. Why don't the students ever listen to me like that?

Opening my door, I ignore his presence entirely. Masturbating the next hour away is the only activity I'm interested in tonight. But I can't help make a small comment to him as I go to shut the door.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't take your insecurities out on the students." I say, instantly followed by the mother of all sneezes. There is definitely an animal with fur around here somewhere.

He jams his boot in the door and does that ridiculous expression with his eyebrow. Women flock to him because of that and I don't understand why. I have a set of eyebrows and I'm not the type of man who feels the need to show off like that. I don't make a show, I'm just Scott and that's why Jean loved me.

I sneeze another four times in a row and groan under my breath, retreating to find a tissue in the side table.

It's possible I'm becoming allergic to Logan. The man is hairy, not that I've ever really looked. Opening a drawer, I knock over the photo of me and Jean at Cape Cod.

Picking the frame up, I brush a finger across Jean's smiling face and sit on the bed lost in thought.

"You don't smell right."

Logan's voice interrupts my train of thought and I gaze up at him. He's leaning against the door frame, eyebrows furrowed and glaring. Why is he here in our... My room?

"Was that supposed to be an insult?" I reply, placing the frame carefully back down and turning it so I can see her face when I'm lying bed. I miss her. I really do miss her.

"No, a fact." He grunts, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. "C'mon, you're goin' back in that room."

Pushing myself off the bed, the voice in my head urges me not to get angry. "I have no idea what this is about, Logan. And I can't say I'm interested. All I want to do is retire for the night."

Firstly Jubilee acts strangely towards me and now him. This is the same guy who won't come within three feet of me normally. Even when he does we're swapping insults or threats. That I'm perfectly fine with, I'd rather he not order me around though.

"Rogue..." He snarls and straightens up.

I will admit he looks taller when he doesn't hunch over. Maybe that's the reason why Jean liked him.

"What is the matter with you all? I'm Scott Summers!" I shout, pacing the carpet and hoping I don't burn a hole in it.

She picked this carpet, my fiancée picked this carpet. I was with her that day, we ate lunch at the delicatessen in town. She was happy, smiling and it was the day I proposed. I bought a bottle of champagne and put the ring in her glass.

She said yes. The love of my life said yes to marrying me and I couldn't have been happier. But now she's gone and I'm standing here with Logan. Wolverine...

I round on him, swinging around. "It was your fault she died!" I snap, glancing from him to her photo. "You knew Stryker, you should have warned us about him, what he was capable of. She would have still been here if he hadn't attacked the mansion. We should have taken him out first!"

Logan quirks an eyebrow and stares at me. "Swiss cheese for brains, remember?"

"That's your answer for everything! If you'd tried harder my fiancée would still be here!"

"You. Are. Not. Scott. Fuckin'. Summers." Growling he stalks towards me, "You're a pain in the God damn ass and I'm this close," He holds up his fingers and I try to calculate the distance between each hairy, calloused digit. Math calms me and soothes my soul. "to throwin' you through a wall."

Jean never liked hairy knuckles. That could be one of the reasons why she chose me in the end. There is only so much body hair you can stomach.

"That threat is getting old, Logan." I sigh fixing him with a exasperated look.

"Yeah, to Scott. Not you."

"I am... You're trying to mess with me, aren't you?" I ask him, shaking my head and almost grinning at his childish behaviour. He won't provoke me into fighting with him, I'm better then that. "Fine. If you want to play this game ask me any question at all and I'll prove to you I am who I say I am."

"Oh, I've got a few doozies for you." He grunts, his gaze hardening. "But they can wait 'till you're back to your less annoyin' self."

I don't reply to his comment because its only another futile attempt at trying to drag me down to his level. I'm the leader of the X-Men and I won't be belittled into fighting with a man like him. If you would even describe him as a man.

"If you're Scooter then where's your glasses? 'Cause I might be considered a little slow sometimes but this place sure ain't shot to shit from what I can see."

My hands snap to my face and I gasp. I'm not wearing glasses, why am I not wearing glasses? What's happened to my mutation? My face doesn't feel right. I've never had long hair, not even in my young days when I bought a Yamaha guitar and wanted to join a band.

Barging past Logan, I rush to the bathroom, throwing the door open and stand in front of the mirror. My eyes settle on the reflection staring back at me and I feel nauseas. That's, that's not, I'm a girl! Placing my clammy palms on the porcelain sink I lean forward, taking a closer look.

"I'm not myself. I'm really not myself. Who the hell am I?" I whisper under my breath, shaking as I try to steady myself. My legs, whoever these legs belong to, they're weak.

Pressure begins to grow in my cranium, it hurts and I whimper. My head explodes and I screw my eyes closed, falling to the bathroom tiles and curling into a ball. Jean, I want Jean. This can't be happening, I'm Scott. I know who I am. Scott Summers, I'm Scott Summers.

"Shit, Marie!" Logan's leaning over me in seconds, muttering curses to himself and raking his hands through his hair. "Damn it. Focus on me, Kid." He commands, shaking my shoulder roughly and I crack an eye open.

There's so much pain and the tears cloud my vision. I can't focus, I can't. All I can do is bury my head in my hands and grit my teeth. "I want Jean." I whimper.

"She ain't here. Now focus, damn it!"

"I'm Scott Summers. I'm Scott Summers. I'm... I'm... I'm Scott Summers."

"Logan, what on earth?" I hear Storm's worried voice but pay no attention. I keep my eyes closed in case my mutation suddenly returns.

"Get the Professor here now!" Logan barks, "I don't give a shit where he is or what he's doin', get him here."

I start pulling at my hair, the excruciating pain in my head making me feel sluggish and lethargic. My mind is under attack and I only want to see Jean's face and hear her comforting voice.

"C'mon, Kid. Hang in there."

Those words, I need to concentrate on those words instead of the pain. I bite my lip, drawing blood and with one last soft cry, and a fleeting glance at Logan the room fades away and I fall into a welcomed coma.


See? Logan still cares, that gruff and growly teddy bear. Just don't tell him I said that.

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