Author's note: Thanks to the reviewers! It would be great if we got some more. We're still trying to figure out how to make this story work, so….if you have any suggestions. Let us know!!!

DPR's note: I got the idea for the date scene from a German comedy show called Nikola. It's the only German production I watch, since the rest….sucks. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.

About vows and men

6:25 p.m., it was 6:25 p.m. already. Jean sighed and took another look into the mirror. Messy hair, check, no make up, check, clothes that looked like rags, check. What else could she do to look bad? She hadn't believed that it would actually be so hard to look bad…and she meant really bad. Well,…of course for someone with her looks it was hard to look bad, but still… She wanted to look really, really bad so that a specific member of this mansion wouldn't start believing that he had any chances with her. But still it was her duty to go onto this stupid date, since she wanted to stay in that funny farm.

6:28 p.m…. Someone really hated her. Bored she threw her cell phone into her bag and…there was already the knock on her door. He really dared to be 1 minute too early. With a roll of her eyes she opened the door and scanned him from head to toe. "Are you going to change your clothes?" she asked since he really…looked bad. Even worse than usual. His jeans was almost faded in color, some parts were torn open, his wife beater was, well,…tight fitting but definitely older than old and the unbuttoned dark blue flannel shirt was even….older, older than old and she didn't even want to mention the boots. Next to him she still looked too good.

"Nah," Logan replied and mustered her with a cocked eyebrow. She definitely looked like a witch out of some horror movie with those clothes. The jeans was old and the sweater was…well…too big and had an ugly weird looking color that he couldn't even define. "You?"

"Pff, no," Jean replied and closed the door behind her to follow him to the garage. "Which car do we take?" she asked and hoped she sounded bored but he chuckled.

"Car?" Logan asked and threw a helmet into her direction. "Bike that is."

"Bike?!" she asked and looked at the Harley. "You don't really believe that I sit down on that…that thing?"

"Well," he shrugged and started the engine. "Then walk. I meet ya there."
"Hey!" the redhead protested aloud when the machine began to roll and he stopped it again. Reluctantly she put on the helmet and sat down behind him, but he didn't make any intention to drive off. "What?"

Logan rolled his eyes. "Ya gonna fall off. So wrap yer hands 'round me." He waited a moment but she didn't move at all. Sighing, he grabbed her hands and forced her closer. "C'mon, Red, ya know ya want it!"

"Not…in your wildest dreams!" Jean snapped and, damn, why didn't she hate to be practically pressed against him?

"Oh, ya don't wanna know about them," Logan chuckled and drove off.

About thirty minutes later they arrived at a beat-up looking fast food restaurant. While Logan cocked an eyebrow and turned to ask if she had given him the correct address mentally, Jean smiled satisfied and put the helmet aside. "Ya actually eat this crap?" he asked her and began to follow her. As soon as she opened the door he pulled a face: too many noises, too many disgusting scents and…way too many people and children for his taste. "Why here?" he grunted and stopped in the line behind her. His stomach already began to turn when he read the so called menus. "Don't they have any beer in this hole?"

"No, only soda, apple juice, orange juice and water," she smiled and rolled her eyes when a man winked at her.

"Great…," Logan growled. "Ya know… I tell every guy at the mansion t'never help ya up."

"Why?" she asked and gave him a puzzled look.

"Coz yer butt will need trainin' after eatin' this crap…," he grunted and smirked when she began to glare daggers at him.

"Your order, please?" a man behind the counter asked and Logan stifled his chuckle. The guy had the most ridiculous hat he had every seen. And he had already seen a lot. It was supposed to look like a chicken but the mutant actually thought it looked rather like an elephant ten times rolled over.

"Ow," he grunted when Jean gave him a hard kick against the shin. "Witch!"

"I take…," the redhead began and Logan's eyes widened when she told chicken-guy what she wanted. He began to seriously ask himself if she belonged to the group of women that ran to the toilet right after eating. There was no way she had this figure, And the nice butt, Wolverine added in his head, when she ate that much… "Hey! You there?" Jean asked and flipped her finger in front of his head.

"Hm?" Logan made and frowned.

"What do you want?" she asked with a roll of her eyes.

"Dunno…," he growled and his eyes began to read the things this hole had to offer again. "I'm afraid t'die of food poisonin'…"

"Well, then move your butt out of this line!" a man from somewhere behind him snapped.

"I ain't talkin' t'ya, bub!" Logan warned him and turned back around after glaring daggers at him.

Sighing, Jean shook her head. "Well,…I want to eat warm burgers," she huffed and left to take a seat. While she began to unpack her chicken burger she began to analyze the date. Up to now he seemed to be annoyed, which was good, he didn't like the place, which was even better AND he didn't like her outfit, which was even better than better THAN better. Smiling satisfied, she bit into it and knew she couldn't eat anything else besides yoghurt and fruits on the next day. While she chewed and waited for Logan to be finally done with the order, she didn't notice first how the man, who'd winked at her, sat down on the table next to hers.

"Hi," he smiled and Jean stopped chewing for a moment to look him over. Definitely not her type. Far from it. "What's a lady like you doing here?"

"Hm…. Eating?" she asked and tried to sound as much uninterested as possible. What the hell was Logan doing so long anyway? Probably hunting for a dog to eat instead, she thought and smiled at the thought of it. That was actually something Emma would believe…

"That your boyfriend?" he asked her and nodded at the approaching man.

"Ehm,…" But before she could reply Logan leant over the table.

"Can ya borrow me ten bucks?"

"What?!" the redhead asked and her burger almost fell to the ground.

"I forgot my money," he said and added mentally, unintentionally of course.

"Loser," the man on the other table said and ignored the glare he was given.

"I don't believe this," Jean said and slammed 10 dollars onto the table, which Logan commented with a smirk and then he was gone again.

"What do you want with a loser like him?" the man asked her. "I'm Dave by the way," he said and offered her his hand.

Rolling her eyes, she turned around so that her back was to him and went on eating again. But she hadn't reckoned with Dave being so persistent. "What do you think you're doing?" Jean asked him angered when he had the nerve to sit down in front of her.

"Eating," he smiled and leant forward a bit. "Come on, we go and eat somewhere else. I pay!"

"You can't take hints, can you?" she snapped and pointed to his seat. "Bye!"

He snorted and gave her an angry look. "Fine, then go on being his whore, slut," he snapped and got up just to bump into a pissed looking Logan.

"My what?" this one snarled and Jean buried her face in one hand just to shake her head next. When had her plan gotten so out of control?

"Get out of my way!" Dave said and pushed the man in front of him, but this one only stared at him unimpressed.

"Yer gonna apologize now!" Logan growled and crossed his arms.

"You wish!"

"Guys, please!" Jean said since by now everyone was staring at them and yes, even for her liking it was quiet embarrassing. "Dave,…just sit down on your seat and go on eating your burgers and Logan, shut up and do the same, will you?"

"Nope, he's gonna apologize t'ya first!" her fellow mutant growled and didn't see what Dave was doing when he gave her a brief look.

"I won't, asshole!" the man in front of him snapped and took a quick, but hard swing at the mutant.

"Logan!" Jean shrieked as this one hit the ground hard and hit his head additionally on the edge of another table. "You jerk!" she shouted at Dave, who quickly left and knelt down next to Logan, who was shaking his head to get rid of the stars that danced in front of his eyes.

"Where's he?" he growled as soon as they were gone and was about to track this bastard down, when she pushed him back onto the ground.

"You're bleeding!" she said and took some tissues to press it onto the wound above his eye.

"So? It'll heal!" Logan snapped. "I'm gonna kill him!"

"No, you won't!" Jean disagreed and raised the tissue a bit just to watch in amazement how the wound began to heal and dissolve on its own. Still, she knew he must have at least a pretty headache. "Stay there! And don't even dare to move!" she warned him and got up.

Rubbing the back of his head, Logan remained on the floor and glared at everyone who gave him a look. It was enough to make all people around him go back to whatever they'd been doing before. "Here," Jean suddenly said and pressed some ice onto the bump on his head. Their eyes briefly met and he was the first to look away.

"Thanks…," he mumbled and felt like a small child that had injured his knee and needed his mommy to take care of it. He looked up when she began to wipe off the blood from his eye.

"No problem," Jean said, to his surprise, in a calm and sweet voice that he hadn't heard her using before. "Does it hurt?" she asked and threw the tissues onto the tray on the table. "And don't lie!"

"It'll go away. It always does," Logan grunted and, without noticing it, took the hand she offered to help him up. "This place sucks. I wanna go home," he said and handed her the ten dollars back.

"You didn't order anything?" she asked surprised.

"Nah,…food poisonin' sucks t'be healed, mark my words," he said and returned the smile she gave him.

"Actually,…I didn't like the food here either," Jean admitted on the outside and put the helmet back on.

"I figured that one out, Red," Logan chuckled and started the engine. "There's no way a chick like ya would voluntarily enter such a hole."

"Well," she said and, after sitting down on the Harley behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, "there's no way even a guy like you would dress for a date like this. You look horrible."

"Oh really?" Logan asked and turned his head to cock an eyebrow at her. "Says Gollum, eh?"

"You knew…?"

"Wasn't hard t'figure out ya would do everythin' t'make me feel miserable," he shrugged. "I just returned the favor," he added and wobbled his head.

"I figured that much," Jean nodded and pointed at the holes in his jeans.

"Well,…," Logan said and leant back a bit. "Ya still have t'do what I want." Smirking, he watched how she rolled her eyes.

"As long as it has nothing to do with stripping, cleaning your rooms naked or…," Jean listed but he shook his head with a chuckle.

"How about a real date?" he offered.

"Real date?!" Jean asked surprised and he nodded.

"Yeah. Real clothes, real restaurant, real food…," he said and pointed at the Harley. "And a real car. I promise!"

Thinking about it, she began to ask herself when she'd actually begun to flirt with him. The whole time through, you idiot? a voice in the back of her head said. Well, it couldn't get worse than that, right? And maybe she could stay at the mansion then? "Okay," Jean shrugged and he smiled. "BUT no kissing and no sex afterwards!"

"Don't get yer hopes up too much, Red," Logan grunted and began to drive off. "I can still change my mind and make ya clean my rooms naked."

"Not in your wildest dreams, Logan!" she huffed and held onto him for dear life.

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