Ok, just in case some idiot reads this I have to say that unless you are a mutant with a healing factor or you have absorbed Sabretooth who also have a healing factor. Drinking the amounts of alcohol that Wolvie and Rogue do in this story might kill you. (No kidding folks; if you drink a bottle of vodka you can die of alcohol poisoning).
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The next morning when Scott and Jean went to have their breakfast they found Wolverine in there having Bourbon and coffee. He always had alcohol for breakfast and Jean had learned not to comment on it.
From day one Wolverine had refused to have anything to do with her in her capacity as doctor. He was the only one in the entire school without a medical record and when the time came for the teams six month check-up he had simply left for a week doing God knows what.
He glared at them as they sat down with their food.
"Where is Rogue?" Scott asked
"Running"
"She seems…nice"
"Yeah" Wolverine never was much on talking.
The kitchen door slammed open and a sweating Rogue with leafs in her hair walked in, in her hand she had a dead rabbit.
"Logan baby, look what I caught"
"How did you get that?" Scott asked. She didn't carry any weapon with her.
"Well Sugar, I chased it down and broke its neck." She said and pulled a knife out of her knee high boots. It was made of black coated metal and she used it to cut the rabbit open from neck to crotch. Then she put her hand inside it and removed the glistening entrails.
Scott and Jean watched with morbid fascination as she took the raw heart and put it in her mouth, a drop of blood running out of the corner of her mouth as she chewed. She saw the looks on their faces and smiled.
"Oh, I am sorry. Did you want the heart?" she teased them.
Scott's face turned an interesting shade of green and he left in a hurry.
Rogue just laughed and started cutting the rabbit apart "What are you drinking baby?" she asked Wolverine.
He just held up the bottle and shook it to show her it was almost empty.
"We need some vodka"
Jean could only watch as the two of them sat down to a breakfast, which consisted of raw rabbit still covered in fur and two bottles of vodka. Which pretty much ruined her appetite for the rest of the day.
"You haven't forgot your teaching the senior class self-defence have you?" Jean said to make conversation. It was always a bit uncomfortable for her that Wolverine hardly ever talked."
"Now I know," he simply said. "Rogue can help."
"Oh…do you know self-defence Rogue"
"Yeah, I've made a living of violence since I was fifteen" Rogue said and looked at her with those strangely old eyes.
"Well, you're only teaching them to defend themselves not to hurt others"
"HA´" both Wolverine and Rogue said in unison. And gave her a "You can't help it your naive and stupid" kind of look.
Jean didn't know what to say after that
"Ok, Shut the fuck up." Wolverine shouted to the kids in the gym. "This is…Miss Rogue, she is here to help teach the class."
"Miss Rogue?" Rogue whispered to him with a grin.
"Yeah" They both seemed to be in a suspiciously good mood. All the kids wished they could be anywhere but here.
"Now here's some tape and paper and shit make some nametags and put them on your shirts."
"But sir don't you know our names by now" Jubilee said and immediately regretted opening her mouth when she felt his glare fall on her.
"Sure I do, Your little Miss Letter thief and the guy besides you is the Cajun Mother Fucker."
"Letter thief?" Rogue asked with a smile. She was still slightly drunk from breakfast.
"Fuckers tried to steal from me."
"And you let them live. Looogan, are you getting soft my little bitch" Rogue said.
"Don't fucking call me that" He snarled.
"What…Logan?" She said.
"You fucking know what…" The kids instinctively took a step backwards.
"What…Little bitch. You don't want me to call you that. But that's what you are, aren't you, My. Little. Bitch." She grinned and when he jumped her, she was prepared for it.
The fought for almost half an hour until they grow tired of it and just stopped like they had done nothing but had an discussion about wallpaper.
When Jean stopped by the class the only evidence was the run in Rogues panty hose and the blood on their close. All the kids had big name tags on their close and were very well behaved.
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The next morning when Scott and Jean went to have their breakfast they found Wolverine in there having Bourbon and coffee. He always had alcohol for breakfast and Jean had learned not to comment on it.
From day one Wolverine had refused to have anything to do with her in her capacity as doctor. He was the only one in the entire school without a medical record and when the time came for the teams six month check-up he had simply left for a week doing God knows what.
He glared at them as they sat down with their food.
"Where is Rogue?" Scott asked
"Running"
"She seems…nice"
"Yeah" Wolverine never was much on talking.
The kitchen door slammed open and a sweating Rogue with leafs in her hair walked in, in her hand she had a dead rabbit.
"Logan baby, look what I caught"
"How did you get that?" Scott asked. She didn't carry any weapon with her.
"Well Sugar, I chased it down and broke its neck." She said and pulled a knife out of her knee high boots. It was made of black coated metal and she used it to cut the rabbit open from neck to crotch. Then she put her hand inside it and removed the glistening entrails.
Scott and Jean watched with morbid fascination as she took the raw heart and put it in her mouth, a drop of blood running out of the corner of her mouth as she chewed. She saw the looks on their faces and smiled.
"Oh, I am sorry. Did you want the heart?" she teased them.
Scott's face turned an interesting shade of green and he left in a hurry.
Rogue just laughed and started cutting the rabbit apart "What are you drinking baby?" she asked Wolverine.
He just held up the bottle and shook it to show her it was almost empty.
"We need some vodka"
Jean could only watch as the two of them sat down to a breakfast, which consisted of raw rabbit still covered in fur and two bottles of vodka. Which pretty much ruined her appetite for the rest of the day.
"You haven't forgot your teaching the senior class self-defence have you?" Jean said to make conversation. It was always a bit uncomfortable for her that Wolverine hardly ever talked."
"Now I know," he simply said. "Rogue can help."
"Oh…do you know self-defence Rogue"
"Yeah, I've made a living of violence since I was fifteen" Rogue said and looked at her with those strangely old eyes.
"Well, you're only teaching them to defend themselves not to hurt others"
"HA´" both Wolverine and Rogue said in unison. And gave her a "You can't help it your naive and stupid" kind of look.
Jean didn't know what to say after that
"Ok, Shut the fuck up." Wolverine shouted to the kids in the gym. "This is…Miss Rogue, she is here to help teach the class."
"Miss Rogue?" Rogue whispered to him with a grin.
"Yeah" They both seemed to be in a suspiciously good mood. All the kids wished they could be anywhere but here.
"Now here's some tape and paper and shit make some nametags and put them on your shirts."
"But sir don't you know our names by now" Jubilee said and immediately regretted opening her mouth when she felt his glare fall on her.
"Sure I do, Your little Miss Letter thief and the guy besides you is the Cajun Mother Fucker."
"Letter thief?" Rogue asked with a smile. She was still slightly drunk from breakfast.
"Fuckers tried to steal from me."
"And you let them live. Looogan, are you getting soft my little bitch" Rogue said.
"Don't fucking call me that" He snarled.
"What…Logan?" She said.
"You fucking know what…" The kids instinctively took a step backwards.
"What…Little bitch. You don't want me to call you that. But that's what you are, aren't you, My. Little. Bitch." She grinned and when he jumped her, she was prepared for it.
The fought for almost half an hour until they grow tired of it and just stopped like they had done nothing but had an discussion about wallpaper.
When Jean stopped by the class the only evidence was the run in Rogues panty hose and the blood on their close. All the kids had big name tags on their close and were very well behaved.
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