Lost and Found
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Bobby was having a wonderful dream.
A random female screamed, "We love you Bobby!!"
Bobby just smirked, taking it all in. Just then a beautiful and scantly clothed female (looking, strangely enough, like the woman from the front cover of his Play Boy magazine which currently resided under his bed) walked up to him and gave him a passionate kiss, with a little tongue in just to sweeten the flavor.
The female pressed herself (and her enormous chest) against him and moaned. Bobby thought he was going to come right there and then.
"Oh Bobby. Make love to me baby. I want to hold me. I want you to do me fast and make me scream. I want you to…"
But Bobby never got to hear the end of that sentence. He had woken up due to the sudden shift in the temperature.
"Get up Drake." Came a threatening, yet quite, growl.
Bobby dreaded opening his eyes, so he stiffened and hoped the voice would go away. Of course that wasn't about to happen any time soon.
"I said get up!"
Bobby was sick of being scared, and in the haze of mostly consciousness, he did the only rational thing he could think of. He opened his eyes, glanced at the clock and complained. He never was a morning person.
"But Logan, it's 5:30 in the morning."
"You have 15 minutes to get to the danger room."
"But…"
"Ten."
"Logan." Bobby whined.
Snikt
"Five."
This time, Bobby stayed wisely silent. Logan left the room.
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"You're late." Said the voice over the speakers as Bobby came into the Danger Room. Unfortunately, Bobby hated bullies and never responded well when threatened. In his childhood, he had earned black eyes and two broken arms as a result.
"You'd be late too if you only had FIVE minutes to get here!" Bobby replied grouchily. Logan growled his malice. Bobby glared at the control room (whose windows were tinted).
Suddenly, all the lights in the danger room went out. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, oh crap.
"Have fun Popsicle."
I'm dead.
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Logan always knew just how to torture people without getting caught. He knew the rules Cyc had lain out, and Logan also knew that if he broke them, he wouldn't be able to avenge Marie.
Gotta love challenges. And this one's going to be fun.
Logan started Bobby out on the lowest level, level 1, which was a beginner's course and an easy one at that. Just your basic non-moving targets.
This, of course, had the desired affect and made Bobby extremely suspicious. Bobby grew paranoid as he looked left and right, expecting something to attack him.
Nothing did.
Bobby relaxed his guard after ten minutes. He grew bored after fifteen.
Logan smiled evilly.
Twenty minutes into the secession, Bobby spoke for the first time since the room had gotten dark.
"Is that the best you can do old man?" He sneered.
Logan didn't bother to reply and raised the danger to level two; the targets started moving. This took Bobby by surprise and sent him into his paranoid state again.
The cycle repeated itself, and forty minutes into the secession, Bobby spoke again.
"This is pathetic! I can do this in my sleep!"
Logan ignored him and loaded the program One Eye had given him. The program was challenging, and at full strength, Bobby could do it, have sore muscles, but be able to live to tell the tale. However, the paranoia had been fueled by Bobby's adrenaline, and the kid fatigue state, he just wouldn't be able to meet the program's expectations. That had been Logan's plan all along.
Bobby found himself facing Toad. He hadn't turned into Iceman because it took a tremendous amount of energy to stay in that form. Something akin to instinct told him he should turn into his ice form. Bobby complied.
The fight was vicious. Iceman moved with grace and speed around the Danger Room, trying to catch the Toad. It was a cat and mouse game where the mouse was just a bit too smart for the cat. Then again, the cat was running purely on adrenaline and the mouse was holographic, therefore inexhaustible.
This never ending game continued until Iceman had reached his limit. The first indication of his obvious exhausting was the fact that when he tried to send an ice beam at Toad, nothing happened. Nothing!
Toad took this opportunity to jump on Iceman, thus knocking the boy down flat on his back. Bobby reverted to his flesh form and moaned at the pain in his head.
Toad crouched beside him and taunted.
"Well would you look at that? It's the little X-Men that could. Iceman has fallen and he can't get up. Oh dear, the tragedy, the horror. Poor little kid tried so bravely to beat me, but then again he was no match for The Toad. Go back to playing with trains, this sort of thing is for adults."
Bobby was shaking with rage, but was too exhausted to get up. He kept his eyes open in case Sabertooth just happened to jump out and tear him to pieces.
Logan noticed the kid's reluctance to get up, and decided to give him a little motivation. The kid had to attend a lecture by the Professor on behavior and respecting the rules and all that other crap after the secession. Logan loaded the program he had spent all of yesterday doing.
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Bobby watched fearfully as Toad fizzled out was a replaced by a purple 'thing'. The 'thing' smiled and Bobby's exhausted mind told him that the 'thing' looked like a dinosaur. The dinosaur opened his mouth and stared singing.
"I love you, you love me"
Bobby watched, petrified, as the thing swayed to the inaudible tone.
"We're a happy family."
Bobby started to hyperventilate.
"With a great big hug and a kiss for me to you."
The thing moved closer as it sang and Bobby watched wide-eyed. He sat up and crab walked away. The thing moved faster and before the thing could finish it's song, Bobby let out an ear-piercing scream.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
With that, his exhaustion was forgotten, and Bobby ran out of the Danger Room screaming. Laughter followed him out.
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It was around this time that Jean woke up. The first thing on her mind (after noting that the side where Scott was suppose to be was cold) was this sudden urge to go shopping.
Now Jean had been raised by very religious Catholic parents. They had taught her to go to church every Sunday, rain or shine. But ever since she had come to the Institute, she, slowly but surely, conveniently forgot to go to church (excluding religious holidays). This Sunday wasn't any different.
After dressing, Jean sought out Ororo. The two of them always went out shopping together. It was how they bonded. That and Jean coming to Ororo for advice on all her problems. She had shared everything with Ororo; there were no secrets between them. Jean had even told Ororo about her feeling on Logan; about how she lusted after him, how she had dreams about him, and how frustrated she felt at having no control over her body's reaction when the man stood near by. Ororo had told her that Logan would eventually get over his infatuation.
How right she was. Thought Jean bitterly.
Jean checked Ororo's bedroom first, but found it empty. Then her stomach growled, reminding her that it was empty too. Jean sighed and headed to the kitchen.
She stood frozen in the doorway as she watched with morbid curiosity at the scene before her.
Logan was standing next to Ororo and watched her cook something.
"Come on darlin, just a little taste?"
Jean was sure that she'd refuse. Ororo never let anyone near her cooking and it was a wonder she hadn't chased Logan out with a broom (Ororo had done that once when Bobby got accidentally froze her homemade and homegrown tomato sauce).
"Well…only one." Jean's jaw hit the ground. She watched with stunned amazement as Ororo held the wooden spoon level with Logan's mouth. The white stuff that resided in the spoon looked suspiciously like oatmeal. Suspiciously like her Famous Spontaneous Oatmeal (named because it tasted different every time and yet it was still delicious).
Jean watched as Logan eyed Ororo like he had once eyed her. Lustfully. Logan opened his mouth and cleaned off the spoon in one bite.
"Isn't it hot?"
Logan swallowed.
"Blistering darlin." He gave her a cocky smile "But it's worth it."
A smile played on Ororo's face.
"I take it it's good then?"
"Delicious" The way he looked at her it was obvious that he no longer was talking about the oatmeal. The look on Ororo's face told Jean that Ororo was totally aware of it and enjoying it.
Jean suddenly wished she was Ororo. While Jean easily grew jealous, she was never really envious, and almost never with Ororo.
"I'm glad you like it."
"Do I ever."
Ororo turned back to her pot and stirred the oatmeal.
"Another taste Ro?"
She laughed. "No, you'll have to wait until it's done."
"Please?"
She chuckled, "No Logan."
Logan pouted. Ororo just laughed and continued to stir the pot.
Logan pouted?! What the hell is going on!! He never pouts! …He does look awfully cute when he does it…Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of crashing. Probably Kitty breaking something, that kid was a walking hurricane. Logan whipped his head in the direction of the sound and found Jean by the doorway.
Now that she was discovered, Jean calmly walked into the kitchen.
"Is breakfast ready yet?"
Ororo just stared at her. Suddenly, Jean didn't want to go shopping anymore. She needed to go to church.
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Author's Note: That long enough? I'll try updating daily (starting Monday), but no promises.
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