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X-Men: Evolution

Aspirin

Cymbalta

"Drake! Guthrie!" Logan shouted as he pounded on the darkened bedroom's door.

"Whaddya want now?" Sam asked groggily. Bobby slowly came up behind him to see what Logan wanted.

"I almost fergot! I gotcher medicine stuff."

"That's what you woke us up for?"

"What, ya don' wantchyer medicine? After all I did fer the both of ya? Do ya know how long it took me to find this stuff?"

"That's not even the right medicine!" Bobby protested.

"Whaddreya talkin' 'bout, Drake?" Logan growled. "It's medicine, ain' it?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Well it's all the same stuff!"

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No."

"Yes."

"No! Do ya wanna run another Danger Room session, Drake?"

Bobby sighed. "No, sir." He turned to Sam. "Thanks for backin' me up, Sam."

Sam just laughed sheepishly and shrugged. Trying to change the subject and get Bobby's glare off of him, Sam turned to Logan. "So, uh... What kinda medicine didja get, Mr. L?"

Logan growled in reply. "Here." He grunted and showed the boys the first bottle.

"That's Aspirin."

"So?"

Bobby piped up, finally removing his death glare from Sam. "That's for headaches."

"And?"

"Well we don't have headaches."

"Alright. So ya don' want this one. What about this one?" Logan held the second bottle up.

"Mr. Logan, that's Cymbalta. It's for depression."

Logan growled, getting frustrated. "And?"

"We're not depressed! We're just sick!"

"FINE! Just take this one!" Logan held up the third bottle. "Whaddya think about this one, Drake?"

"It doesn't even have a label!"

"SO?"

"How can you expect us to take something without a label? You don't even know what it is!"

"AND?"

"You can't do that! You have to-" Bobby was cut off by Sam, who really didn't want another Danger Room session.

"What Bobby means is-" Sam began, only to be cut off by Bobby, who obviously wasn't going to give up any time soon.

"Mr. Logan! You can't do that! You have to know what the medicine is before you give it to someone!"

"FINE! If yer so smart, Drake, then YOU go find yer own medicine!" With that, Logan turned, slammed the door, and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Now it was Sam's turn to glare at Bobby. "Nice job, Bobby." Cue sheepish laughter and awkward shrugging.