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Wolverine

Charles found the whole exchange with the counselor quite upsetting. He was getting rather annoyed with Azazel. He'd just gotten married, now it was almost like they were going to get divorced already! "What a way to kill the mood, Azazel," he complained. "This is my wedding ceremony. You are supposed to be giving us well wishes."

Azazel didn't really care, but he did respect Erik, and maybe he had overstepped a little, so he addressed the both of them. "How about I give you a wedding present then? Using my talents?"

Charles brightened up a bit. Maybe this strange red man wasn't so bad.

"Where do you want to go on your honeymoon?" Azazel asked. "I'll take you anywhere in the world."

"That is a truly stunning present, thank you!" said Charles.

"Thanks Azazel," agreed Erik quietly.

They couldn't decide where to go, so they told Azazel to simply surprise them. Bobby, realizing that they were leaving, didn't want to be left behind, so he grabbed onto them at the last second. They all teleported in front of a hotel.

"Where is this?" Erik asked Azazel.

"Bangkok," the red man answered.

"Why, that really is quite appropriate, all things considered!" complimented Charles. He noticed Bobby. "Bobby, you've joined us, how wonderful! Here, let's go check into a room."

Azazel got their things for them, then left to who knows where. They checked into the hotel and left the wheelchair by the bed with the helmet by it on the floor. They decided to take their suitcases with them in case they needed them for something.

With that business taken care of, they went out to see what fun could be had in Bangkok. Erik, now mostly recovered from the raw, overwhelming experience with his mother, seemed to be a changed man, a new energy in his step and a gleam in his eye. There was a subtle shift in the energy of the group as he unconsciously took charge from Charles.

"Vegas is famous for weddings, what is Bangkok famous for?" asked Erik, figuring that was a good place to start.

"I actually do not know my friend. Husband," Charles corrected himself.

"Then, we'll make it famous for something," decided Erik.

"I love the way you think!" Charles enthused. "How about we make it famous for making people happy!"

"Perfection," said Erik. "Let's go throw a party then, parties make people happy."

Charles thought this made perfect sense, so they combed the streets looking for what would be a good place to throw a party.

Bobby had meanwhile resumed his job as photographer and followed along, content to observe and shoot off icicles every so often for his own amusement. This was the best day of his life he could remember so he was in no hurry for it to end.

"Hey, look Erik, it's that man!" said Charles excitedly, out of the blue.

"What man?" asked Erik. It was a fair question; the road was teeming with people.

"The man that wasn't happy with us in the bar!"

Erik could vaguely remember many people not being happy with him in bars. Then he saw him too. "You're right!"

"Let's go talk to him!" Charles strode over to grouchy looking man, smoking and drinking just outside a bar, talking to some local man and not looking happy about it at all. Erik followed, and Bobby took a picture.

"Hello, remember me?" asked Charles, interrupting the two. "We never did get your name!"

The man glanced between them, apparently trying to decide which was worse - the one he was talking to, or them. "It's Logan. Or Wolverine. Don't really care. What the fuck do you want anyway?" He gave them points for guts and determination, anyway.

Charles couldn't remember, though he knew he did want something. He glanced at Erik, who shrugged. "We just wanted to say a friendly hello."

"I don't do friendly hellos. Go the fuck away and leave me in peace. You, too," he said to the other man, sounding like he'd said that to him many times already.

"And what's your name?" Charles said to the other man, not wanting to be impolite.

"Chow," he said.

"It's wonderful to meet you, Chow! I'm Charles and this is my new husband Erik,"

Logan snorted. "I knew it."

"And this is our photographer, Bobby."

Bobby took a picture of Wolverine, who unsheathed his metal claws and lunged for the cameraphone. An invisible force stopped him before he could grab it and slice it to bits.

"I can do that too!" said Bobby brightly, making icicles grow out of his hands like claws, as Logan struggled, swearing in confusion.

"You are not being a nice person," said Erik. Something told him he wasn't a nice person either, but Charles was, and he wanted to please Charles by making him nice.

"YOU'RE doing it?" Logan said incredulously. "What kind of fucked up world is this? And here I thought you were Jehovah witnesses or something!"

Chow, meanwhile, was staring at them with a very interested expression. "You're stopping Logan from attacking Bobby without touching him?" he asked Erik.

"Yeah," he said in a 'yeah, duh, Mr. Stupid' tone. Logan stopped struggling, but was obviously still looking for an opening to attack again, so Erik kept a firm hold on his metal claws.

"I need a bodyguard. I was trying to hire Logan, that seems right up his alley. I haven't had much luck - "

"No fucking kidding," spat Logan, extremely frustrated that he couldn't free himself.

"But maybe you're interested! What are your credentials?" asked Chow to the both of them.

"Well, I know how to fly Air Force One," Charles said, deciding to leave out that he didn't know how to land it. He didn't think that would leave a good impression.

"What?" said Chow, not expecting that.

"Yes, I do, I just flew it today in fact."

"YOU'RE the ones who stole the airplane? It's been all over the news! Even here!" Chow said, impressed.

"I didn't steal it," said Charles, incensed. "I am a wealthy, tax paying American citizen. Those are my dollars paying for that airplane so it is rightfully mine."

Chow decided not to argue the point. But, he wasn't quite sure if he believed them, despite the amazing feat Erik was pulling off. "Do you have proof?"

"We have a couple suitcases from the airplane," said Erik, remembering. He showed him the suitcases and the things they had taken from the airplane. They had the president's logo on them. Bobby showed Chow all the pictures and video he'd taken of their exploits with Air Force One. It matched what Chow had seen in the news. The Bangkok man now believed them, and he could see that all three of them could do some pretty amazing things, so he decided to hire them. They were much more agreeable than Logan anyway.

Erik was getting tired of holding Logan in place, so Charles told Logan to go to sleep, which he did instantly, and Erik let him go. His mother always used to tell him to nap when he was cranky so Charles figured it might help Logan.

That taken care of, they all entered a tall building and went to the 10th floor, where Chow said he was going to meet with a business associate, called Kingsley. The three of them stood around and did their best to look intimidating (Erik was best at it) while Kingsley and Chow talked about whatever they wanted to talk about. They arranged to meet the next day, so Charles found a marker and scribbled the place and time on his stomach.

Chow wanted them to stay with him for a while in case he was followed, so they all walked back downtown. On the way, they came across a gang. The gang saw their suits and thought they might be rich, so they attempted to rob Erik and Charles. Their guns raised threateningly, they told the pair to hand over all their valuables. One even had a monkey on his shoulder.

"You are not being very nice," complained Charles. Why were there so many mean people? Erik and he needed to throw that party as soon as possible.

"Now, or we'll shoot!" the leader said.

Charles could sense that he was very serious. So, he did the first thing that came to mind. "Go to sleep," he told them all, except the monkey. They all fell like a ton of bricks, their motorcycles making loud thuds on the pavement. The monkey scurried over to Chow and settled on his shoulder.

The four men plus the monkey continued on until Charles caught sight of the tattoo place. "Erik, I think I want to get a tattoo," he announced. "You have a tattoo, so it's only fair I have one too."

They entered the shop, and Charles asked for a tattoo. Chow's payment for being bodyguards covered the fee and then some, so it was no problem. Charles couldn't decide what kind of tattoo he wanted, so he let the artist decide what and where. They got to talking, and Charles mentioned he and Erik were newlyweds, which made him realize he also wanted a tattoo that had to do with Erik, so he also requested a tattoo of Erik's initials over his heart. Neither of them could remember what Erik's middle name was, but they did remember that some people called him Magneto, for some strange reason, so they went with that.

Getting the tattoos done was a lot more painful than Charles expected. He was determined to see it through to the end, though, and after what seemed like forever, they were completed.

Next chapter: The second part of Wolverine's cameo!