DISCLAIMER: Hey, I don't own the X-Men. OK? God! I also don't own any sort of rights to The Doors, or to "Season of the Witch." I just like the song. But I would like to thank The Doors for re-making that song cuz it's spank.
"Logan? Logan are you in your room?" I asked and peered cautiously into his room. "Looooooogan?"
No answer.
"Hmmph," I grumbled and walked to my room and shut the door. I dragged my stereo into the bathroom, cranked "Season of the Witch", and took a shower. I tried very hard not to get my bandage wet, but that was impossible. I took it off and stared at the now-vanished hole in my wing.
"Wow," I gasped. There was perfectly healed skin over the hole, and little black feathers were beginning to grow back. Of course, it was still sore, but it was nothing a little aspirin couldn't take care of.
"Thank you Jean!" I called aloud.
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Everyone sat around a large rectangle eating dinner. That is, everyone except Logan.
"How are you feeling?" Kurt asked politely.
"Oh, viel besser, danke," I replied with a smile.
"Sie sind willkommen. Ich betete für Sie."
"Huh?" I asked, fork in midair.
"He said: 'You're welcome. I was praying for you.'" Hank politely translated.
"Ah," I nodded. "Sorry, I don't speak German very well. No, wait; I don't speak German, except for "much better, thank you."
Kurt laughed and went back to eating.
"So, Crow. Did you learn anything today?" Scott asked. I knew he meant well and wasn't trying to be a dick, but I wanted to punch him.
"Yes," I growled.
Scott nodded. "Good. Where is Logan by the way, I wanted to talk to him."
I rolled my eyes and looked around. "Where is Logan?" I echoed. "I thought maybe he would come for dinner. I mean, its barbeque chicken!"
"And I made it," Jean frowned. "He likes my cooking."
"Yeah, dat man got a stomach for anyting, even fo dis-OOF!" Gambit said as Rogue elbowed him in the gut.
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I sat on the roof of the mansion and stared at the glossy full moon. It was a perfect night: my wing was healing very fast, the stars were out, and the breeze was cool and fragrant. I slid my knees up closer and rested my chin on them.
"Aah, c'est la vie," I sighed.
"Oui, c'est," Logan's voice replied.
I turned my head quickly and smiled. "Tu parles français?"
"No," Logan replied and sat down beside me. "How are you feeling?"
"Great!" I said excitedly. "Where were you today? I wanted to talk to you after I woke up but you were all gone."
"I went for a walk."
"Oh." I nodded. "Listen, Jean was telling me about how you feel like this whole accident was your fault. And I want you to understand that I don't blame you for anything that happened today. Believe me, this has GOT to be, by farthest, the most eventful day in my life."
Logan nodded and a small smile crossed his serious face. "You don't mind you got shot?"
"Oh well yeah, but at least I was with someone I trusted."
"What do you mean?"
"I trust you."
"I understand that, but what would have happened if it happened if you were with someone you didn't trust?"
"Then, I don't think I'd wanna be friends with them anymore."
"We friends, still?"
"Yup," I smiled.
Logan leaned over and gave me a hug, and I was more than happy to return it.
"Logan? Logan are you in your room?" I asked and peered cautiously into his room. "Looooooogan?"
No answer.
"Hmmph," I grumbled and walked to my room and shut the door. I dragged my stereo into the bathroom, cranked "Season of the Witch", and took a shower. I tried very hard not to get my bandage wet, but that was impossible. I took it off and stared at the now-vanished hole in my wing.
"Wow," I gasped. There was perfectly healed skin over the hole, and little black feathers were beginning to grow back. Of course, it was still sore, but it was nothing a little aspirin couldn't take care of.
"Thank you Jean!" I called aloud.
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Everyone sat around a large rectangle eating dinner. That is, everyone except Logan.
"How are you feeling?" Kurt asked politely.
"Oh, viel besser, danke," I replied with a smile.
"Sie sind willkommen. Ich betete für Sie."
"Huh?" I asked, fork in midair.
"He said: 'You're welcome. I was praying for you.'" Hank politely translated.
"Ah," I nodded. "Sorry, I don't speak German very well. No, wait; I don't speak German, except for "much better, thank you."
Kurt laughed and went back to eating.
"So, Crow. Did you learn anything today?" Scott asked. I knew he meant well and wasn't trying to be a dick, but I wanted to punch him.
"Yes," I growled.
Scott nodded. "Good. Where is Logan by the way, I wanted to talk to him."
I rolled my eyes and looked around. "Where is Logan?" I echoed. "I thought maybe he would come for dinner. I mean, its barbeque chicken!"
"And I made it," Jean frowned. "He likes my cooking."
"Yeah, dat man got a stomach for anyting, even fo dis-OOF!" Gambit said as Rogue elbowed him in the gut.
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I sat on the roof of the mansion and stared at the glossy full moon. It was a perfect night: my wing was healing very fast, the stars were out, and the breeze was cool and fragrant. I slid my knees up closer and rested my chin on them.
"Aah, c'est la vie," I sighed.
"Oui, c'est," Logan's voice replied.
I turned my head quickly and smiled. "Tu parles français?"
"No," Logan replied and sat down beside me. "How are you feeling?"
"Great!" I said excitedly. "Where were you today? I wanted to talk to you after I woke up but you were all gone."
"I went for a walk."
"Oh." I nodded. "Listen, Jean was telling me about how you feel like this whole accident was your fault. And I want you to understand that I don't blame you for anything that happened today. Believe me, this has GOT to be, by farthest, the most eventful day in my life."
Logan nodded and a small smile crossed his serious face. "You don't mind you got shot?"
"Oh well yeah, but at least I was with someone I trusted."
"What do you mean?"
"I trust you."
"I understand that, but what would have happened if it happened if you were with someone you didn't trust?"
"Then, I don't think I'd wanna be friends with them anymore."
"We friends, still?"
"Yup," I smiled.
Logan leaned over and gave me a hug, and I was more than happy to return it.