CHAPTER NINTY-THREE:

An Interesting Bedside Manner Part 2

AN: I'm sorry you guys had to wait so long! I feel there's more to this chapter (again) but I wanted to go ahead and post and put you out of your misery…not kill you…ugh, rambling.

Anyways, I should have another chapter up sometime today.

Also, April 26th….or is it the 27th? …..either way, one of those marks the one year anniversary of this story WWHOOOO HOOOO! I thought about having the wedding between Cassie and Victor but I think it's still a little too early for that. Any ideas?

Also, I should have another chapter up today, believe it or not. Or tomorrow. But super-soon either way.

PPPS: I just started watching and reading the game of thrones. I find that when I read certain books, sometimes my writing takes on some speech patterns of what I'm reading, so I'm sorry if this gets a little midevil'y in the speech. I tried not too. Rambling again. ONTO THE STORY ALREADY! (ducks behind a screen to avoid rotten tomatoes)

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THE MED LAB

CASSIE

Her face felt flushed and her legs felt like jello as she brought a hand slowly up to her mouth, still feeling his kiss. `Whoa….I mean….Whoa…Wow.`

"Does that convince you, mate?"

Oh she was convinced alright.

Her mate chuckled and pulled her tighter against him when she wobbled, literally purring at his prowess.

She mentally slapped herself. `Get ahold of yourself, Cassie-girl! No need to give him an even bigger head!` But still…..whoa.

Her mate leaned down, still chuckling, and gently nudged her head with his. "You okay to stand on yer own yet, mate?" he was still supporting most of her weight and she had to work a little to find her feet again.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." She cleared her throat and made herself step away from him, proud when she managed it. `Whoa…..`

Victor reached out and ran a clawed hand carefully through her long brown hair and she couldn't help but lean into the touch.

Then Logan cleared his throat…..loudly.

Snapped out of the trance Victors touch had put her in, Cassie stepped back just a little, mentally shaking herself and causing the Sabretooth to snarl.

"You're backing away from ME, mate!?"

Uh-oh, caveman front and center.

Instead of being scared, though, or intimidated, what she mainly felt was annoyed. "This isn't the time or place for that!" she hissed lowly.

When the Sabretooth began to growl, Logan cut in. "She's right, Vic." He spoke very quietly, but both Victor and Cassie heard. "Aren't we supposed ta be goin' after the ice-prick anyways? The longer we wait the colder the trail will get."

The Sabretooth growled low, this time in frustration. Together, Victor knew he and his brother could cover more ground, hunt faster…..but could he really leave his mate, cub, and the whole school of cubs unattended when someone with some serious powers was backing the ice-brat? (That was one cub who was going to feel the business end of his claws, preferably in his gut. Yes, stomach wounds—if inflicted correctly—could cause a very slow and painful death as the stomach acid and bile was released into the bloodstream.)

Well, one problem at a time. Now that the Avengers were taken care of, it was time to go hunting and, as much as it made him gnash his teeth together, he would have to do it alone.

Now it was time to act.

"Alright, Jimmy, you keep an eye on things here," he clapped a clawed hand on his little brothers shoulder. "Watch the cubs and my mate, do some of that list I gave ya."

Logan looked completely baffled and Victor resisted the urge to hit him on the head…..for about a second or two…..then he let his hand fly. It amused him to see his little brother almost face-plant on the ground.

Snickt. The Wolverines adamantium claws came out as he whirled on his older brother, but Victor easily blocked the move, laughing despite the seriousness of the situation.

"What the #&^, bub!?"

"Language!" Cassie hissed, clapping her hands over Roddys ears.

Roddy, however, had already heard and curiously looked up at his Ma. "What's #&^?"

"Now look what ya did, runt." Victor chastised, though he honestly didn't seem all that upset by it.

Cassie, however, gave the two brothers a growl that would make any feral proud. "Watch it, you two."

Then Captain America let out a low groan and raised a hand to his eyes. "What happened?"

The Sabretooth only gave the American soldier a passing glance then hit his brother on the shoulder. "Watch them, Jimmy. And get on with that damned list!"

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THE CAFETERIA

CLARISSE/ROGUE/JONESY/JUBILEE and other students

Jubilee practically flung herself down on the cafeteria bench with a loud, over-exaggerated grown and buried her face in her arms.

Kitty Pryde gaped at the pyrotechtonic. "THERE you are!" the Shadowcat exclaimed, her tray of food momentarily forgotten. "You guys have missed A LOT of class this week, I thought Mrs. Cruple was about to spit bullets!"

Mrs. Cruple was one of the History teachers at Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters. She also possessed the strange and somewhat useless mutation of being able to spit metal from her mouth.

Clarisse sat down next to Jubilee with considerably more grace and sighed softly. "We've been…..kept occupied, Kitty."

"Occupied!?" Jubilee screeched, making both Kitty and Clarisse flinch. "Running upstairs, downstairs, playing musical rooms, watching Tooth tear the stuffing out of the Avengers—which actually was pretty cool—and getting NO sleep, THAT'S what we've been doing! Occupied, HAH!"

Clarisse rolled her eyes then yawned at the stunned Shadowcat.

Rogue came next, holding Jonesys little hand in her gloved one. "If we don't eat, both Logan an' Victor will make us run sessions in the danger room one after the other."

"I think he would be more likely to force-feed us." Clarisse commented quietly.

"What's force-feed?" Jonesy asked, pressing in closer to Rogues side, eyeing the crowds of students anxiously.

"It means to make someone eat." Rogue explained, patient.

Jonesy rolled his eyes. "Logan already does that."

Jubilee snorted.

"That's not exactly it, Jonesy." Rogue said.

The look of mischief on Jubilees face was warning enough but before the southern-belle could stop her, the mall girl opened her mouth.

"You see, they used to force feed these women suffragettes when they refused to eat—"

"—That's enough, Jubilee—" Rogue tried to cut in, but Jubilee prattled on.

"They tied the women down then forced this huge tube down their throat, gagging all the way—"

"JUBILEE!" Rogue practically yelled, slamming her hands on the table.

"What the hell's goin' on here!?" the Wolverines growl made every head turn.

At the sight of his father figure, Jonesy promptly burst into tears. "Don't stick a tube down my throat, Logan, I promise I'll eat!"

Logan was dumbfounded. "What the-!?"

Jubliee winced sheepishly. "Heh, heh…..oops."

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VOCABULARY:

PRATTLED: rambled on, to continue talking

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CITATIONS:

Robin, Gilbert. "Abdominal Stab Wounds." . N.p., 28 June 2010. Web. 16 Apr. 2014. article/162101-abdominal-stab-wounds/.

Iron Jawed Angels. Dir. Katja von Garnier . , 2004. .

"Force-Feeding." Wikipedia. Wikipedia, 29 Mar. 2014. Web. 23 Apr. 2014. wiki/Force-feeding.

IN THE UPCOMING CHAPTER: Beware little old ladies…..dun dun duuuuun.