Disclaimer: Me + Don't Own = Marvel + Don't Sue
Author: Sorcieré
Title: Fan Fiction II
Genre: Sillyfic, total character assassination.
Pairing: R/L, S/J
Rating: Ehhh...PG? (Some bad words. Hangovers.)
Feedback: Pu-Leah-zE??????????
Mail addy: Hack_heaven@usa.net
Dedicated to: Nadja, for her fics, and René for inspiration to the hangover-scenes. (Rene@krider.dk
- there, I put your e-mail in the fic. You happy now? ;-)
Part II of the Fan Fiction Series.
This fic starts where Fan Fiction, part I stopped. (And if you thought part I was bad, just wait 'till
you read this one! *eg*)
*...* Indicates thoughts.
~...~ Indicates telepathy.
Fan Fiction, part II
- Or "The Search for Magneto, Pain-Killers And A Way to Survive the Mother of All
Hangovers..."
(Previously on 'Fan Fiction':
When we left the X-gang, they were feeling the consequences of a game of 'the X-Men Fan Fic
Drinking Game'. Professor X mentally called for our rather hungover heroes, as Magneto had
escaped from prison. Meanwhile, test-season is approaching for the students. And now, on to part
II...)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Around 9 AM, in Logan and Rogue's room
*Okay. Ah can do this. One eyelid at a time. Right eyelid first. Ah can do it...man, it weighs at least
a ton!*
Rogue slowly and painfully opened her eyes.
"'Morning, darlin'!" Logan greeted her with unusual enthusiasm.
Rogue put the pillow over her head.
"Shut up, Logan, or Ah'm gonna puke on you!"
Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Feeling a little hangover coming your way?" He asked with a smirk. It wasn't really nice of him,
but he just couldn't help it. There were certain advantages to a healing factor. Besides, he was
_really_ looking forward to seeing Scooter. Judging from the amount of liquor the fearless leader
had drunk last night, he was _not_ going to feel very good this morning. Actually, none of them
were. The fact that bucket-head had escaped from prison just made things even more fun.
"Ma-rieee..." Logan said.
Rogue groaned and pulled the pillow closer.
"Ma-rieee...I've got cof-feeee."
With an inhuman endeavour Rogue managed to...well, not actually sit up, but close enough.
"Gimme!" She ordered and weakly reached for the cup.
Logan finally took pity on her and gave her the coffee.
"So what'd the Professor want?" Rogue asked after having enjoyed a sip of the hot brew.
Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Ya heard him?"
Rogue glared at him.
"Well, unless ya suddenly turned homo on me, it's the only reason why ya would growl his name -
and loud enough to wake me!
"Sorry darlin'", Logan apologised. "He said that the X-Men are needed. We'll be meeting in the
lower levels at 11 a.m."
"Ya woke me up for that??" Rogue asked incredulously and took another sip of her coffee.
"Actually, Bucket-head escaped", Logan clarified
Rogue groaned.
"Well, at least that means Ah won't have school for the next couple of days."
Logan smirked.
"Actually, you forget about your math-test tomorrow. Beast is staying behind to make sure none of
you will miss it."
_That_ got Rogue's attention.
"Damn! Ah'd forgotten about that one!" She tossed away the blanket...or, rather, she tried to. The
moment she moved her arm, a shock of pain made her moan and grab her head.
"Ouch!" She whimpered.
Logan handed her two painkillers, which she gratefully accepted.
"If it's any comfort darlin', the others feel the exact same way", he said as Rogue gathered the
blanket around her once more.
"Ya sure?"
Logan smirked as his enhanced hearing picked up the conversation next door.
"Oh, yeah."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, in the next room...
"Jean, you're a doctor. Can't you make this stop?" Scott practically begged. He felt like a dozen or
so Sentinels were dancing in a Congo-line inside his head. And the mental picture _that_ called up
didn't exactly make things any better.
"Scott, in case you haven't noticed, I'm feeling as hungover as you are", Jean said as she searched
for a painkiller. Or two. *Or maybe just the whole damn bottle!* She thought. Being telepathic
really didn't make a hangover pleasant. Not only did she feel her own misery, she got the rest of the
gang's, too.
"Aha!!" She grabbed the painkillers and somehow managed to find her way to the bathroom without
throwing up.
Scott whimpered. There was no way out. He was the Leader. He had to set a good example -
despite the dozen now tap-dancing Sentinels in his head. In a superhuman (or in his case, a
supermutant) endeavour, he lifted the blanket and whimpered in pain as a beam of sun hit his ruby-
red shades.
This was going to be a looooooooooong day...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In Bobby, St. John and Remy LeBeau's room, around 9.10 a.m....
"Go away!" Bobby complained weakly as someone knocked on the door.
"Ouch..." St. John whimpered. "Not so loud!"
Remy looked at them and grinned. He'd been on a date the previous night, and was thus feeling a
hell of a lot better than his hungover roommates.
"Well, Mes Amis? What happened last night?" He asked.
Bobby and St. John managed to look at each other.
"Uhhh...Rogue an' Logan and the X-Men found a drinking game...and we convinced them to let us
play, too...and then I don't really remember anything past that 'Mary Sue'", Bobby explained.
He looked at St. John.
"What happened after that?" The ice-hole asked, although he had a feeling he _really_ didn't want to
know.
"You suggested we changed our name to 'The Sex-Men'", St. John admitted. "And then I said 'The
Drunk-Men' would fit better.
As Remy broke down in laughter, Bobby buried his head in the pillow.
Oh, man. They were never gonna live this one down...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, in Kitty and Jubilee's room...
"Kit-Kat?"
"Yeah...?"
"Did we get roaring drunk last night?"
"Yeah."
"An' was it in front of the teachers?"
"Yeah."
"An' they were drunk too?"
"Yeah."
Pause.
"Oh."
Pause.
"Jubes?"
"Yeah?"
"You seen the painkillers?"
"I think Dr. Grey has some."
"Then I'll have to get out of bed."
"Yeah."
Kitty tried to sit up, but it only resulted in her feeling even worse. She felt her stomach complain
and quickly lay down again.
"I'm never gonna survive today", she sighed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Outside, a flash of lightning and the following roar of thunder proclaimed that Storm was awake
and as hungover as the rest of them.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Dining Hall, around 10.00 a.m.
Logan, in a nauseatingly good mood, walked into the dining hall hand in hand with Marie. One look
at the sorry excuse that usually called themselves 'the X-Men' made him smirk and with very
exaggerated enthusiasm he sat down.
"'Morning everyone! Great day, isn't it?" He asked.
Marie groaned and put her head on his shoulders.
The X-Men sent him a dirty look.
Logan smirked again and grabbed a breakfast plate. Just to provoke, he made sure to get the food
that would have the worst effect on his teammates.
Scott sent the eggs on Logan's plate one look and turned a very interesting shade of green.
"What's wrong, One-Eye?" Not feeling very well? Logan asked and put the fork in a piece of bacon.
Scott didn't answer. He was pretty damn sure that if he'd tried, he'd have a reunion with the piece
of toast he'd eaten.
And that wouldn't be very leader-like.
"Logan, get that food away from me, or ya'll be sleeping on the couch for the rest of the month!"
Rogue threatened.
For a moment Logan considered to leave the food where it was. But one look at Marie and he
realised that she was serious. With a sigh he pushed the plate away and grabbed some bread instead.
Man, he was whipped.
Marie smiled at him and snuggled closer, but look up as the door opened.
In came Kitty, Jubilee, Bobby and St. John - tired, hungover and looking like they'd become
intimately familiar with the toilet.
They sat down at the table.
"I'm never, ever gonna drink again", Jubilee swore.
General agreement around the table.
"Damn ya healing factor, Wolvie", Rogue muttered. "It's not very nice of ya to be all happy an'
smilin' when the rest of us are feelin' lahk shit."
Logan smirked.
"Well, I can't help if my mutation makes me immune to hangovers."
He held out the plate with the bacon, eggs and sausages.
"Anyone hungry?"
St. John paled and fled to the toilet. Seconds later some very distinctive sounds could be heard from
behind the door.
Logan leaned back and grinned.
This was even more fun than he'd expected.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that day, in the Kitty and Jubilee's room
"You know, we really should study for that test. You know Beast - his tests are hard as hell", St.
John remarked.
"Yeah, we _should_..." Kitty said.
The others nodded. They really ought to study.
No one opened their books.
"That's...what? Like the fifth time or so we've said that in the last two hours?" Jubilee asked.
"Somethin' lahk that", Rogue replied and looked at her watch. It'd been 4 hours since the team had
left in search of Magneto. She sighed. Damn, she missed Logan.
The sudden noise from an engine made Bobby jump up and hurry to the window.
"Hey! They're back!"
The students watched as the baseball-court rolled aside and the Blackbird landed.
Rogue smiled widely and followed by her friends, she hurried to the hangar.
First of out of the jet was Cyclops, looking very pale. After him came Jean and Ororo, leaning on
each other. Last came Logan with the biggest shit-eating grin Rogue had ever seen.
"Ya okay, sugah?" She asked worried as Logan reached her.
The Wolverine grinned ever more.
"Oh, don't worry, darlin'. I'm fine", he said and kissed Rogue through the scarf around her neck.
Rogue pointed at the three other X-Men.
"What happened?" She asked.
Logan snickered. Cage-fighting badass Wolverine honest to God snickered.
"The Fearless Leader found out that it's a bad idea to fight when you've got the mother of all
hangovers."
Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"Storm tried to hit Toad with lightning, but the thunder gave her a headache. Jeanie telepathically
gave Mystique a hangover but had to sit down 'cause she got dizzy, and later she puked in the
Blackbird. Not to mention Scooter, who couldn't hit magnet-boy despite the fact he was less than 5
meters away. Bucket-head almost pissed his pants laughing, so we could just pick him up and dump
him in his plastic-cage", Logan explained with a smirk.
Rogue laughed so hard she could barely breathe.
"Gawd! An' Ah thought _we_ had it bad!"
Behind them the three X-Men in question slowly and painfully made their way to their rooms.
"Hey!" Logan yelled gleefully. "How 'bout we play a drinking game later?"
The only response was a roar of thunder.
Logan grinned.
Life was good.
The End. (Yes, the last part probably sux - but I'm tired and I still have some gift-wrapping to do.
Blame my family ;-)
Author: Sorcieré
Title: Fan Fiction II
Genre: Sillyfic, total character assassination.
Pairing: R/L, S/J
Rating: Ehhh...PG? (Some bad words. Hangovers.)
Feedback: Pu-Leah-zE??????????
Mail addy: Hack_heaven@usa.net
Dedicated to: Nadja, for her fics, and René for inspiration to the hangover-scenes. (Rene@krider.dk
- there, I put your e-mail in the fic. You happy now? ;-)
Part II of the Fan Fiction Series.
This fic starts where Fan Fiction, part I stopped. (And if you thought part I was bad, just wait 'till
you read this one! *eg*)
*...* Indicates thoughts.
~...~ Indicates telepathy.
Fan Fiction, part II
- Or "The Search for Magneto, Pain-Killers And A Way to Survive the Mother of All
Hangovers..."
(Previously on 'Fan Fiction':
When we left the X-gang, they were feeling the consequences of a game of 'the X-Men Fan Fic
Drinking Game'. Professor X mentally called for our rather hungover heroes, as Magneto had
escaped from prison. Meanwhile, test-season is approaching for the students. And now, on to part
II...)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Around 9 AM, in Logan and Rogue's room
*Okay. Ah can do this. One eyelid at a time. Right eyelid first. Ah can do it...man, it weighs at least
a ton!*
Rogue slowly and painfully opened her eyes.
"'Morning, darlin'!" Logan greeted her with unusual enthusiasm.
Rogue put the pillow over her head.
"Shut up, Logan, or Ah'm gonna puke on you!"
Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Feeling a little hangover coming your way?" He asked with a smirk. It wasn't really nice of him,
but he just couldn't help it. There were certain advantages to a healing factor. Besides, he was
_really_ looking forward to seeing Scooter. Judging from the amount of liquor the fearless leader
had drunk last night, he was _not_ going to feel very good this morning. Actually, none of them
were. The fact that bucket-head had escaped from prison just made things even more fun.
"Ma-rieee..." Logan said.
Rogue groaned and pulled the pillow closer.
"Ma-rieee...I've got cof-feeee."
With an inhuman endeavour Rogue managed to...well, not actually sit up, but close enough.
"Gimme!" She ordered and weakly reached for the cup.
Logan finally took pity on her and gave her the coffee.
"So what'd the Professor want?" Rogue asked after having enjoyed a sip of the hot brew.
Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Ya heard him?"
Rogue glared at him.
"Well, unless ya suddenly turned homo on me, it's the only reason why ya would growl his name -
and loud enough to wake me!
"Sorry darlin'", Logan apologised. "He said that the X-Men are needed. We'll be meeting in the
lower levels at 11 a.m."
"Ya woke me up for that??" Rogue asked incredulously and took another sip of her coffee.
"Actually, Bucket-head escaped", Logan clarified
Rogue groaned.
"Well, at least that means Ah won't have school for the next couple of days."
Logan smirked.
"Actually, you forget about your math-test tomorrow. Beast is staying behind to make sure none of
you will miss it."
_That_ got Rogue's attention.
"Damn! Ah'd forgotten about that one!" She tossed away the blanket...or, rather, she tried to. The
moment she moved her arm, a shock of pain made her moan and grab her head.
"Ouch!" She whimpered.
Logan handed her two painkillers, which she gratefully accepted.
"If it's any comfort darlin', the others feel the exact same way", he said as Rogue gathered the
blanket around her once more.
"Ya sure?"
Logan smirked as his enhanced hearing picked up the conversation next door.
"Oh, yeah."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, in the next room...
"Jean, you're a doctor. Can't you make this stop?" Scott practically begged. He felt like a dozen or
so Sentinels were dancing in a Congo-line inside his head. And the mental picture _that_ called up
didn't exactly make things any better.
"Scott, in case you haven't noticed, I'm feeling as hungover as you are", Jean said as she searched
for a painkiller. Or two. *Or maybe just the whole damn bottle!* She thought. Being telepathic
really didn't make a hangover pleasant. Not only did she feel her own misery, she got the rest of the
gang's, too.
"Aha!!" She grabbed the painkillers and somehow managed to find her way to the bathroom without
throwing up.
Scott whimpered. There was no way out. He was the Leader. He had to set a good example -
despite the dozen now tap-dancing Sentinels in his head. In a superhuman (or in his case, a
supermutant) endeavour, he lifted the blanket and whimpered in pain as a beam of sun hit his ruby-
red shades.
This was going to be a looooooooooong day...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In Bobby, St. John and Remy LeBeau's room, around 9.10 a.m....
"Go away!" Bobby complained weakly as someone knocked on the door.
"Ouch..." St. John whimpered. "Not so loud!"
Remy looked at them and grinned. He'd been on a date the previous night, and was thus feeling a
hell of a lot better than his hungover roommates.
"Well, Mes Amis? What happened last night?" He asked.
Bobby and St. John managed to look at each other.
"Uhhh...Rogue an' Logan and the X-Men found a drinking game...and we convinced them to let us
play, too...and then I don't really remember anything past that 'Mary Sue'", Bobby explained.
He looked at St. John.
"What happened after that?" The ice-hole asked, although he had a feeling he _really_ didn't want to
know.
"You suggested we changed our name to 'The Sex-Men'", St. John admitted. "And then I said 'The
Drunk-Men' would fit better.
As Remy broke down in laughter, Bobby buried his head in the pillow.
Oh, man. They were never gonna live this one down...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, in Kitty and Jubilee's room...
"Kit-Kat?"
"Yeah...?"
"Did we get roaring drunk last night?"
"Yeah."
"An' was it in front of the teachers?"
"Yeah."
"An' they were drunk too?"
"Yeah."
Pause.
"Oh."
Pause.
"Jubes?"
"Yeah?"
"You seen the painkillers?"
"I think Dr. Grey has some."
"Then I'll have to get out of bed."
"Yeah."
Kitty tried to sit up, but it only resulted in her feeling even worse. She felt her stomach complain
and quickly lay down again.
"I'm never gonna survive today", she sighed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Outside, a flash of lightning and the following roar of thunder proclaimed that Storm was awake
and as hungover as the rest of them.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Dining Hall, around 10.00 a.m.
Logan, in a nauseatingly good mood, walked into the dining hall hand in hand with Marie. One look
at the sorry excuse that usually called themselves 'the X-Men' made him smirk and with very
exaggerated enthusiasm he sat down.
"'Morning everyone! Great day, isn't it?" He asked.
Marie groaned and put her head on his shoulders.
The X-Men sent him a dirty look.
Logan smirked again and grabbed a breakfast plate. Just to provoke, he made sure to get the food
that would have the worst effect on his teammates.
Scott sent the eggs on Logan's plate one look and turned a very interesting shade of green.
"What's wrong, One-Eye?" Not feeling very well? Logan asked and put the fork in a piece of bacon.
Scott didn't answer. He was pretty damn sure that if he'd tried, he'd have a reunion with the piece
of toast he'd eaten.
And that wouldn't be very leader-like.
"Logan, get that food away from me, or ya'll be sleeping on the couch for the rest of the month!"
Rogue threatened.
For a moment Logan considered to leave the food where it was. But one look at Marie and he
realised that she was serious. With a sigh he pushed the plate away and grabbed some bread instead.
Man, he was whipped.
Marie smiled at him and snuggled closer, but look up as the door opened.
In came Kitty, Jubilee, Bobby and St. John - tired, hungover and looking like they'd become
intimately familiar with the toilet.
They sat down at the table.
"I'm never, ever gonna drink again", Jubilee swore.
General agreement around the table.
"Damn ya healing factor, Wolvie", Rogue muttered. "It's not very nice of ya to be all happy an'
smilin' when the rest of us are feelin' lahk shit."
Logan smirked.
"Well, I can't help if my mutation makes me immune to hangovers."
He held out the plate with the bacon, eggs and sausages.
"Anyone hungry?"
St. John paled and fled to the toilet. Seconds later some very distinctive sounds could be heard from
behind the door.
Logan leaned back and grinned.
This was even more fun than he'd expected.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that day, in the Kitty and Jubilee's room
"You know, we really should study for that test. You know Beast - his tests are hard as hell", St.
John remarked.
"Yeah, we _should_..." Kitty said.
The others nodded. They really ought to study.
No one opened their books.
"That's...what? Like the fifth time or so we've said that in the last two hours?" Jubilee asked.
"Somethin' lahk that", Rogue replied and looked at her watch. It'd been 4 hours since the team had
left in search of Magneto. She sighed. Damn, she missed Logan.
The sudden noise from an engine made Bobby jump up and hurry to the window.
"Hey! They're back!"
The students watched as the baseball-court rolled aside and the Blackbird landed.
Rogue smiled widely and followed by her friends, she hurried to the hangar.
First of out of the jet was Cyclops, looking very pale. After him came Jean and Ororo, leaning on
each other. Last came Logan with the biggest shit-eating grin Rogue had ever seen.
"Ya okay, sugah?" She asked worried as Logan reached her.
The Wolverine grinned ever more.
"Oh, don't worry, darlin'. I'm fine", he said and kissed Rogue through the scarf around her neck.
Rogue pointed at the three other X-Men.
"What happened?" She asked.
Logan snickered. Cage-fighting badass Wolverine honest to God snickered.
"The Fearless Leader found out that it's a bad idea to fight when you've got the mother of all
hangovers."
Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"Storm tried to hit Toad with lightning, but the thunder gave her a headache. Jeanie telepathically
gave Mystique a hangover but had to sit down 'cause she got dizzy, and later she puked in the
Blackbird. Not to mention Scooter, who couldn't hit magnet-boy despite the fact he was less than 5
meters away. Bucket-head almost pissed his pants laughing, so we could just pick him up and dump
him in his plastic-cage", Logan explained with a smirk.
Rogue laughed so hard she could barely breathe.
"Gawd! An' Ah thought _we_ had it bad!"
Behind them the three X-Men in question slowly and painfully made their way to their rooms.
"Hey!" Logan yelled gleefully. "How 'bout we play a drinking game later?"
The only response was a roar of thunder.
Logan grinned.
Life was good.
The End. (Yes, the last part probably sux - but I'm tired and I still have some gift-wrapping to do.
Blame my family ;-)