Disclaimer: don't own X-men
Note: Well shame on my forehead for taking so long to post this. Thanks to everybody who's reviewed it so far.
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Scott stood in the entrance way of the danger room at exactly 9:00 a.m. on the dot waiting, rather impatiently, for the rest of his teammates to arrive.
Five minutes passed and he began to check his watch. Ten minutes passed and he began to slowly pace in front of the entrance. Fifteen minutes passed before he finally heard the approaching voices of two of his teammates.
'It's about damn time', he cursed to himself. He hated when things went off schedule.
Rogue and Remy arrived first, with smiles of naughty school children plastered on their faces once they saw the exasperated look on Scott's face. He truly looked like an angered high school math teacher who just caught two students being tardy to class. All he needed now was a worn-out ruler and a bad comb over.
Logan strolled in behind them, allowing a stray yawn to escape his lips. He saw Scott standing there with his jaw tightly clenched and decided to have a little fun with him. Logan yawned again, bigger and louder...and practically right in front of Scott's face. He almost resembled a lion stretching his jaws after a long day. Scott wasn't amused.
"Oh, that's real cute", he said through his teeth causing them to burst into a fit of laughter.
Ororo was the last to arrive, albeit a bit frazzled, expecting to hear a few words from Scott about her lateness. But her fears dissipated when she saw him distracted by the three laughing hyenas in the corner.
"Well, now that everyone's here," he said with an irritated tone, "I guess we'll get started."
"Hey Cyke, where's Jean?" Logan inquired.
"She's up in the control room preparing the simulation. We'll run the sim first, and then break off into pairs for some sparring"
While Jean loaded the simulation in the control room, the others stretched a bit before beginning their workout. Rogue stood there quietly in her dark green jogging pants and longsleeve shirt, both hugging the curves of her slender body. Even when covered from head to toe, the green eyed beauty still drew wide-eyed stares. As she bent over to double knot her shoes, she heard a low whistle from behind her.
"Remy?!" her emerald eyes looking him over while he admired the sight before him.
"Oh I'm sorry chere, but dis cajun jus' can't help himself," he apologized with a cocky grin plastered on his face.
Rogue straightened up and adjusted her shirt as he walked towards her. She returned his admiring gaze; her eyes dancing over his lithe, yet muscular figure clothed in black pants and a black sleeveless undershirt that clung to his torso. And even though she couldn't touch him the way she wanted to, she'd be damned if she wasn't gonna look.
'A girl's gotta have some fun' she said to herself.
"Late night, Cajun?" Rogue said in her southern drawl.
"Of course. De ladies jus' can't get 'nough of me", He draped his arm around her shoulders, careful to avoid her exposed neck, for she had put her auburn locks up into a ponytail.
"Well, that or they jus' can't get rid of ya, swamp rat", she laughed.
He narrowed his eyes at her and playfully mocked her laugh. He was about to nail her with a comeback but was interrupted by Scott.
"All right people. Let's get started."
The six stood side by side quietly as the room darkened and the simulation began.
* * *
After an hour of blocking punches, sprinting down alley ways, and dodging bullets from faux FOH members, everyone's powers and bodies were taxed. But regrettably, they weren't done yet...they still had to spar against each other.
"First up, Logan and Ororo", even after an hour of working out, Scott continued to press on.
Logan and Ororo glanced at each other for a moment, each with the same look of annoyance. Everyone was clearly tired, all sitting against the wall with their chests heaving and sweat dripping from their bodies.
Logan stood first, then offered his hand to Ororo. Taking his strong, yet sweaty hand, she pulled herself to her feet and walked to her position opposite Logan in the center of the steel gray room. Both were silent for a moment, each studying the other trying to determine whether to make the first move.
Ororo struck first with a punch to Logan's jaw. While it's known how hard Logan's head is, Ororo didn't hit him hard, at least this time. She was fatigued and wanted to spare her fist the pain of connecting with his adamantium skull.
Logan was caught off guard by her sudden movement and paid for it with a connecting elbow to the stomach. He was tired as well, and Ororo knew it. She advanced toward him as he was slightly bent over holding his stomach and gritting his teeth. But Logan wasn't going down without a fight.
As Ororo swung at him again, he caught her by the wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. She let out a startled cry but quickly silenced herself, determined not to be beaten. With his chest pressed against her back, still gripping her wrist tightly, Logan held her still with his forearm draped across her body. Ororo struggled in his grip, but he only squeezed more.
"You ain't gettin' away that easy, darlin'", he whispered in her ear.
That made Ororo fight even harder. She stomped her foot down hard on his instep, hooked her arm under his and flipped him over her shoulder. But he didn't fall as she expected. Logan rolled out of it and turned to face her, still on his guard.
While both were at their physical peak, they were beginning to wear down. Strands of Ororo's snowy white hair were plastered to her forehead and at the nape of her neck. Sweat covered the front of Logan's grey t-shirt causing it to be glued to his taut frame.
They engaged each other again. Ororo couldn't help but notice the way the sweat from his body glistened on his muscular arms. His movements seemed more fluid and planned, rather than his usual brawn over brain approach. She also noticed his scent, which wasn't as unpleasant as one might think when in close quarters with a sweaty guy.
But one sharp, swift kick behind her right ankle shook her from her thoughts and sent her to the ground with a dull "THUD". Ororo lay flat on her back on the danger room floor, her chest heaving with exhaustion and her lower back aching in pain.
"That's game, set, and match Ro", Logan gloated as he stood over her.
But Ororo was down...not out. Ororo swung her leg behind Logan's knees, knocking him to the floor in one fluid motion. He didn't see it coming and before he could react, Ororo rolled onto his back, pinned his arms with her knees, and hooked her arm around his neck.
Scott, Jean, Rogue, and Remy stood there trying to keep any fits of hysterical laughter from escaping their lips. The strained look on Logans reddening face was priceless as he gritted his teeth and small veins began to bulge out from his neck.
"What was it you were saying again?" she asked coyly while applying more pressure around his neck.
"All right Ro...you win", he choked out.
"What was that, I didn't quite hear you?" she leaned in closer.
"YOU WIN" he yelled.
A satisfied smile grew on Ororo's face as she "dismounted" the defeated Logan. She smugly dusted off her hands and joined the rest of the team who were snickering with delight.
"Somebody wanna give me a hand?" Logan barked from the floor.
All five of them looked at him for a moment and then broke out in a round of applause. Logan responded with an enthusiastic one-fingered salute, earning even more laughter from the others.
"All right people. It's obvious we're all tired so we'll pick this up tomorrow starting with Rogue and Remy okay. Good practice." Scott said as he dismissed the team.
Jean strolled over to Logan and helped him from the floor, trying to hide the smile on her face.
"An' what are you laughin' at, Red?" Logan asked with false annoyance.
"Oh nothing", Jean giggled as she handed him a towel.
Logan's eyes followed Scott and Jean out the door, but his attention was brought back into the danger room as Rogue waltzed over to him while Ororo and the Cajun engaged in a little towel snapping.
"Well sugah, I think that's the first time I ever saw a man damn near hog tied", Rogue said with a smooth honey laugh.
Logan narrowed his eyes at her but didn't respond. Rogue exited the danger room, still laughing down the hallway, and left Logan with his gray eyes on the only two people remaining in the room. He watched them as they playfully swung their towels at each other and laughed like two children. As he was about to turn and walk away he heard their footsteps coming towards him.
"Hey, Logan...good practice today", Ororo smiled.
"Yeah, right", he said, sounding understandably irritated.
"I know I wouldn't have let Stormy get da drop on me like dat", Remy boasted as he boldly put his elbow on Logan's shoulder.
"Well I wouldn't have done it on you anyway, you'd enjoy it too much", Storm laughed as Remy slyly nodded in agreement.
Ororo started down the hallway, leaving the two behind. Both secretly admiring the view of her voluptuous figure as she walked away, one more so than the other. Logan turned his head slowly toward Remy, who's dark eyes remained on Ororo a little longer than necessary. A little smile crept on Remy's face, but soon disappeared when he felt Logan's cold stare burning into him.
"What?!" Remy aked "innocently".
Logan didn't respond. He glanced down to Remy's elbow which was still perched on his shoulder. Remy took the hint and quickly removed his arm.
"Logan, mon ami, you need ta lighten' up", he laughed as he walked away, enjoying his little game even more as he heard a low and distant growl from Logan's lips.
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Note: Well, I think that's the first time I've ever written an action scene. I hope it
wasn't too painful to read. And don't worry, I'm getting to the part about the little
girl soon.
Note: Well shame on my forehead for taking so long to post this. Thanks to everybody who's reviewed it so far.
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Scott stood in the entrance way of the danger room at exactly 9:00 a.m. on the dot waiting, rather impatiently, for the rest of his teammates to arrive.
Five minutes passed and he began to check his watch. Ten minutes passed and he began to slowly pace in front of the entrance. Fifteen minutes passed before he finally heard the approaching voices of two of his teammates.
'It's about damn time', he cursed to himself. He hated when things went off schedule.
Rogue and Remy arrived first, with smiles of naughty school children plastered on their faces once they saw the exasperated look on Scott's face. He truly looked like an angered high school math teacher who just caught two students being tardy to class. All he needed now was a worn-out ruler and a bad comb over.
Logan strolled in behind them, allowing a stray yawn to escape his lips. He saw Scott standing there with his jaw tightly clenched and decided to have a little fun with him. Logan yawned again, bigger and louder...and practically right in front of Scott's face. He almost resembled a lion stretching his jaws after a long day. Scott wasn't amused.
"Oh, that's real cute", he said through his teeth causing them to burst into a fit of laughter.
Ororo was the last to arrive, albeit a bit frazzled, expecting to hear a few words from Scott about her lateness. But her fears dissipated when she saw him distracted by the three laughing hyenas in the corner.
"Well, now that everyone's here," he said with an irritated tone, "I guess we'll get started."
"Hey Cyke, where's Jean?" Logan inquired.
"She's up in the control room preparing the simulation. We'll run the sim first, and then break off into pairs for some sparring"
While Jean loaded the simulation in the control room, the others stretched a bit before beginning their workout. Rogue stood there quietly in her dark green jogging pants and longsleeve shirt, both hugging the curves of her slender body. Even when covered from head to toe, the green eyed beauty still drew wide-eyed stares. As she bent over to double knot her shoes, she heard a low whistle from behind her.
"Remy?!" her emerald eyes looking him over while he admired the sight before him.
"Oh I'm sorry chere, but dis cajun jus' can't help himself," he apologized with a cocky grin plastered on his face.
Rogue straightened up and adjusted her shirt as he walked towards her. She returned his admiring gaze; her eyes dancing over his lithe, yet muscular figure clothed in black pants and a black sleeveless undershirt that clung to his torso. And even though she couldn't touch him the way she wanted to, she'd be damned if she wasn't gonna look.
'A girl's gotta have some fun' she said to herself.
"Late night, Cajun?" Rogue said in her southern drawl.
"Of course. De ladies jus' can't get 'nough of me", He draped his arm around her shoulders, careful to avoid her exposed neck, for she had put her auburn locks up into a ponytail.
"Well, that or they jus' can't get rid of ya, swamp rat", she laughed.
He narrowed his eyes at her and playfully mocked her laugh. He was about to nail her with a comeback but was interrupted by Scott.
"All right people. Let's get started."
The six stood side by side quietly as the room darkened and the simulation began.
* * *
After an hour of blocking punches, sprinting down alley ways, and dodging bullets from faux FOH members, everyone's powers and bodies were taxed. But regrettably, they weren't done yet...they still had to spar against each other.
"First up, Logan and Ororo", even after an hour of working out, Scott continued to press on.
Logan and Ororo glanced at each other for a moment, each with the same look of annoyance. Everyone was clearly tired, all sitting against the wall with their chests heaving and sweat dripping from their bodies.
Logan stood first, then offered his hand to Ororo. Taking his strong, yet sweaty hand, she pulled herself to her feet and walked to her position opposite Logan in the center of the steel gray room. Both were silent for a moment, each studying the other trying to determine whether to make the first move.
Ororo struck first with a punch to Logan's jaw. While it's known how hard Logan's head is, Ororo didn't hit him hard, at least this time. She was fatigued and wanted to spare her fist the pain of connecting with his adamantium skull.
Logan was caught off guard by her sudden movement and paid for it with a connecting elbow to the stomach. He was tired as well, and Ororo knew it. She advanced toward him as he was slightly bent over holding his stomach and gritting his teeth. But Logan wasn't going down without a fight.
As Ororo swung at him again, he caught her by the wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. She let out a startled cry but quickly silenced herself, determined not to be beaten. With his chest pressed against her back, still gripping her wrist tightly, Logan held her still with his forearm draped across her body. Ororo struggled in his grip, but he only squeezed more.
"You ain't gettin' away that easy, darlin'", he whispered in her ear.
That made Ororo fight even harder. She stomped her foot down hard on his instep, hooked her arm under his and flipped him over her shoulder. But he didn't fall as she expected. Logan rolled out of it and turned to face her, still on his guard.
While both were at their physical peak, they were beginning to wear down. Strands of Ororo's snowy white hair were plastered to her forehead and at the nape of her neck. Sweat covered the front of Logan's grey t-shirt causing it to be glued to his taut frame.
They engaged each other again. Ororo couldn't help but notice the way the sweat from his body glistened on his muscular arms. His movements seemed more fluid and planned, rather than his usual brawn over brain approach. She also noticed his scent, which wasn't as unpleasant as one might think when in close quarters with a sweaty guy.
But one sharp, swift kick behind her right ankle shook her from her thoughts and sent her to the ground with a dull "THUD". Ororo lay flat on her back on the danger room floor, her chest heaving with exhaustion and her lower back aching in pain.
"That's game, set, and match Ro", Logan gloated as he stood over her.
But Ororo was down...not out. Ororo swung her leg behind Logan's knees, knocking him to the floor in one fluid motion. He didn't see it coming and before he could react, Ororo rolled onto his back, pinned his arms with her knees, and hooked her arm around his neck.
Scott, Jean, Rogue, and Remy stood there trying to keep any fits of hysterical laughter from escaping their lips. The strained look on Logans reddening face was priceless as he gritted his teeth and small veins began to bulge out from his neck.
"What was it you were saying again?" she asked coyly while applying more pressure around his neck.
"All right Ro...you win", he choked out.
"What was that, I didn't quite hear you?" she leaned in closer.
"YOU WIN" he yelled.
A satisfied smile grew on Ororo's face as she "dismounted" the defeated Logan. She smugly dusted off her hands and joined the rest of the team who were snickering with delight.
"Somebody wanna give me a hand?" Logan barked from the floor.
All five of them looked at him for a moment and then broke out in a round of applause. Logan responded with an enthusiastic one-fingered salute, earning even more laughter from the others.
"All right people. It's obvious we're all tired so we'll pick this up tomorrow starting with Rogue and Remy okay. Good practice." Scott said as he dismissed the team.
Jean strolled over to Logan and helped him from the floor, trying to hide the smile on her face.
"An' what are you laughin' at, Red?" Logan asked with false annoyance.
"Oh nothing", Jean giggled as she handed him a towel.
Logan's eyes followed Scott and Jean out the door, but his attention was brought back into the danger room as Rogue waltzed over to him while Ororo and the Cajun engaged in a little towel snapping.
"Well sugah, I think that's the first time I ever saw a man damn near hog tied", Rogue said with a smooth honey laugh.
Logan narrowed his eyes at her but didn't respond. Rogue exited the danger room, still laughing down the hallway, and left Logan with his gray eyes on the only two people remaining in the room. He watched them as they playfully swung their towels at each other and laughed like two children. As he was about to turn and walk away he heard their footsteps coming towards him.
"Hey, Logan...good practice today", Ororo smiled.
"Yeah, right", he said, sounding understandably irritated.
"I know I wouldn't have let Stormy get da drop on me like dat", Remy boasted as he boldly put his elbow on Logan's shoulder.
"Well I wouldn't have done it on you anyway, you'd enjoy it too much", Storm laughed as Remy slyly nodded in agreement.
Ororo started down the hallway, leaving the two behind. Both secretly admiring the view of her voluptuous figure as she walked away, one more so than the other. Logan turned his head slowly toward Remy, who's dark eyes remained on Ororo a little longer than necessary. A little smile crept on Remy's face, but soon disappeared when he felt Logan's cold stare burning into him.
"What?!" Remy aked "innocently".
Logan didn't respond. He glanced down to Remy's elbow which was still perched on his shoulder. Remy took the hint and quickly removed his arm.
"Logan, mon ami, you need ta lighten' up", he laughed as he walked away, enjoying his little game even more as he heard a low and distant growl from Logan's lips.
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Note: Well, I think that's the first time I've ever written an action scene. I hope it
wasn't too painful to read. And don't worry, I'm getting to the part about the little
girl soon.