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Logan walked into Sam's bedroom smiling, holding a tray with ginger ale and two aspirins. He laid the tray on the night stand and opened the curtain; Sam groaned and covered his eyes.
"Am ah supposed to feel like this in the mornin'?" He held his head and had an overwhelming urge to vomit, but the nausea passed when he took deep breaths.
"Here Kid." Logan passed him the aspirins and Sam took them as well as a sip from the ginger ale. He lay back down and closed his eyes. "I hope ya know I'm proud of ya."
One eye opened. "Ya are?"
"Sure, you had Rhane hangin' on ya all night. She even followed you up to your room; I had to practically drag her out of here." Logan laughed inside; Sam had drunk enough last night so that his memory of the evening was perplexed.
"Wow! Ah have to admit that ah was worried that it wasn't workin' but now ah know it is." He sat up in excitement and forgot his hang over; he fell back onto the bed and groaned.
"Stay in bed this morning, I changed the Danger session to this afternoon, you'll feel fine by than." He got up to leave the room. "And whatever you do, don't listen to Ashley. She's just a girl."
"What commandment are we doin' today?" Logan smiled sweetly; it scared the hell out of Sam.
"Women like everything rough, they talk a lot about feminism and all that but they really like it when we do things they think are 'sexual harassment'. Watch this." He whispered.
Storm walked by reading some papers.
"Hey 'Ro." He gave her a light slap on the rear and she blushed and continued to walk; she had a crush on him too. Sam's eyes widened and Logan gave him a wink before shutting the door.
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Sam found himself once again that evening in bed. His body felt like a tortured mass. He couldn't understand what had gone wrong; he did everything Logan had implied to a T. Logan told him that he must have screwed it up in some way. It was now eight o'clock.
Five-thirty p.m.: The Danger Room session (a/n: Remember Ashley is not a mutant so she isn't there)
Sam strutted into the scene with his uniform on, the first thing he did was walk over to Jean. "Hey sugah you want to read my mind?" (A/n: I know, I know I'm a thief.) Jean looked worried.
"Are you all right?" Jean's voice was full of concern. She reached out to him with her mind and read his thoughts. A few seconds later Sam was falling from the ceiling quickly to the ground. Kurt teleported up and grabbed him teleporting back to the ground safely.
"What the hell happened?" Logan asked. Scott was too busy snickering behind his hand, he really hated the new mutants and any amount of pain caused to them was pleasurable.
Jean mentally shared the crude remark of what other regions were as red as her hair and Logan turned away and started to snigger. He had always wanted to know if she dyed her hair but he guessed he would never find out. He turned towards Sam and walked towards him, Sam looked forlorn.
"Good goin' kid, she's lovin' it. Remember what I told ya about how they pretended not to like it." He winked at Sam and Sam weakly smiled back. They began the session, none of them able to communicate with one another, all of their minds focused on the session.
The next ordeal came when Sam had to rescue Rogue from a cliff. He ran over a 'broken' bridge and reached the other side, gathering Rogue in his arms. He dipped her and caressed her back side.
"Don't worry, Sam is here ta save ya." Everyone winced and wondered what had gone on when Sam was knocked off the cliff and into the fake pool of water. He was thrashing everywhere, and was once again rescued by Kurt.
Everyone turned to Rogue who blushed and was too embarrassed to say what Sam had done. "He slipped?"
Sam decided to behave for a little while but found a perfect opportunity after the danger room session. The guys had gone to their locker room and the girls to theirs. Logan stopped him before he followed the boys.
"Hey why don't you go and greet the girls. Think of what Gumbo would do." Sam smiled at himself and walked into the girl's locker room, quickly removing his clothing and wrapping a towel around his waist.
He swaggered into the locker room and found himself surrounded by seven scantily clad women, wearing nothing but bras and underwear, his mouth fell open.
When the chatter stopped and all eyes were on him, he squeaked out, "Sam be likin' da femmes?" He ended it in a question. He never knew what hit him. He decided to warn the boys against angering any girl with mutant abilities.
Perhaps Rogue never used her power outside of battle, but her punches hurt and he found himself knocked onto the ground. Jean picked him up with her telekinesis and he was burned, bruised, firecrackered, and bombed. In the end as he lay there on the floor. Kitty phased the towel out from under him and they threw him out, naked, into the danger room; this time Logan came to the rescue and laughed his way to Sam's room.
Rogue sat on the chair and put her head in her hands. "Do you know that he grabbed mah butt today?" Jean turned to her.
"He asked me if ALL my hair was red!" Rhane began to think of all the stupid things he had been doing the past couple days.
"Call Ashley, Jean. I have a feelin' she knows what's goin' on here."
Ashley was there in five minutes at Jean's mental call.
"What wrong?" She asked. Rhane filled her in on the details and Ashley's eyes narrowed to slits. "It's all Logan's doin'. Ah had a feelin' things would get worst. He wouldn't listen to me either, my brother tends to be dense."
"What do you mean?" Tabitha asked.
"Logan has been fillin' Sam's head with all these ways to get a girl to like him. Obviously they're not workin' and ah have a feelin' that he is doin' it on purpose now too." The girls remained quiet neither moving to get dressed. A smile appeared on Jean's face.
"We'll play him at his own game." The girl's looked at Jean confused and she filled them in on her plan.
***
Sam decided that he would pay more attention to what Logan said instead of space out when he went into details. Tomorrow would be better, he hoped. He fell into unconsciousness and dreamt of a million girls chasing him down the street with torches and shot guns in their hands.
Logan walked into Sam's bedroom smiling, holding a tray with ginger ale and two aspirins. He laid the tray on the night stand and opened the curtain; Sam groaned and covered his eyes.
"Am ah supposed to feel like this in the mornin'?" He held his head and had an overwhelming urge to vomit, but the nausea passed when he took deep breaths.
"Here Kid." Logan passed him the aspirins and Sam took them as well as a sip from the ginger ale. He lay back down and closed his eyes. "I hope ya know I'm proud of ya."
One eye opened. "Ya are?"
"Sure, you had Rhane hangin' on ya all night. She even followed you up to your room; I had to practically drag her out of here." Logan laughed inside; Sam had drunk enough last night so that his memory of the evening was perplexed.
"Wow! Ah have to admit that ah was worried that it wasn't workin' but now ah know it is." He sat up in excitement and forgot his hang over; he fell back onto the bed and groaned.
"Stay in bed this morning, I changed the Danger session to this afternoon, you'll feel fine by than." He got up to leave the room. "And whatever you do, don't listen to Ashley. She's just a girl."
"What commandment are we doin' today?" Logan smiled sweetly; it scared the hell out of Sam.
"Women like everything rough, they talk a lot about feminism and all that but they really like it when we do things they think are 'sexual harassment'. Watch this." He whispered.
Storm walked by reading some papers.
"Hey 'Ro." He gave her a light slap on the rear and she blushed and continued to walk; she had a crush on him too. Sam's eyes widened and Logan gave him a wink before shutting the door.
***
Sam found himself once again that evening in bed. His body felt like a tortured mass. He couldn't understand what had gone wrong; he did everything Logan had implied to a T. Logan told him that he must have screwed it up in some way. It was now eight o'clock.
Five-thirty p.m.: The Danger Room session (a/n: Remember Ashley is not a mutant so she isn't there)
Sam strutted into the scene with his uniform on, the first thing he did was walk over to Jean. "Hey sugah you want to read my mind?" (A/n: I know, I know I'm a thief.) Jean looked worried.
"Are you all right?" Jean's voice was full of concern. She reached out to him with her mind and read his thoughts. A few seconds later Sam was falling from the ceiling quickly to the ground. Kurt teleported up and grabbed him teleporting back to the ground safely.
"What the hell happened?" Logan asked. Scott was too busy snickering behind his hand, he really hated the new mutants and any amount of pain caused to them was pleasurable.
Jean mentally shared the crude remark of what other regions were as red as her hair and Logan turned away and started to snigger. He had always wanted to know if she dyed her hair but he guessed he would never find out. He turned towards Sam and walked towards him, Sam looked forlorn.
"Good goin' kid, she's lovin' it. Remember what I told ya about how they pretended not to like it." He winked at Sam and Sam weakly smiled back. They began the session, none of them able to communicate with one another, all of their minds focused on the session.
The next ordeal came when Sam had to rescue Rogue from a cliff. He ran over a 'broken' bridge and reached the other side, gathering Rogue in his arms. He dipped her and caressed her back side.
"Don't worry, Sam is here ta save ya." Everyone winced and wondered what had gone on when Sam was knocked off the cliff and into the fake pool of water. He was thrashing everywhere, and was once again rescued by Kurt.
Everyone turned to Rogue who blushed and was too embarrassed to say what Sam had done. "He slipped?"
Sam decided to behave for a little while but found a perfect opportunity after the danger room session. The guys had gone to their locker room and the girls to theirs. Logan stopped him before he followed the boys.
"Hey why don't you go and greet the girls. Think of what Gumbo would do." Sam smiled at himself and walked into the girl's locker room, quickly removing his clothing and wrapping a towel around his waist.
He swaggered into the locker room and found himself surrounded by seven scantily clad women, wearing nothing but bras and underwear, his mouth fell open.
When the chatter stopped and all eyes were on him, he squeaked out, "Sam be likin' da femmes?" He ended it in a question. He never knew what hit him. He decided to warn the boys against angering any girl with mutant abilities.
Perhaps Rogue never used her power outside of battle, but her punches hurt and he found himself knocked onto the ground. Jean picked him up with her telekinesis and he was burned, bruised, firecrackered, and bombed. In the end as he lay there on the floor. Kitty phased the towel out from under him and they threw him out, naked, into the danger room; this time Logan came to the rescue and laughed his way to Sam's room.
Rogue sat on the chair and put her head in her hands. "Do you know that he grabbed mah butt today?" Jean turned to her.
"He asked me if ALL my hair was red!" Rhane began to think of all the stupid things he had been doing the past couple days.
"Call Ashley, Jean. I have a feelin' she knows what's goin' on here."
Ashley was there in five minutes at Jean's mental call.
"What wrong?" She asked. Rhane filled her in on the details and Ashley's eyes narrowed to slits. "It's all Logan's doin'. Ah had a feelin' things would get worst. He wouldn't listen to me either, my brother tends to be dense."
"What do you mean?" Tabitha asked.
"Logan has been fillin' Sam's head with all these ways to get a girl to like him. Obviously they're not workin' and ah have a feelin' that he is doin' it on purpose now too." The girls remained quiet neither moving to get dressed. A smile appeared on Jean's face.
"We'll play him at his own game." The girl's looked at Jean confused and she filled them in on her plan.
***
Sam decided that he would pay more attention to what Logan said instead of space out when he went into details. Tomorrow would be better, he hoped. He fell into unconsciousness and dreamt of a million girls chasing him down the street with torches and shot guns in their hands.