AN: Alright, how many of you were sent by Stormfreak? All of you? Told ya this was her fault. :P
No flames yet, I'm doing well!
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Punching in the pass code to the gate, Logan once more stepped foot onto the hollowed grounds of Xavier's mansion. He glanced down at the bike he had borrowed: as pristine as the day he swiped it. Never mind that it had gone over some of the roughest terrain known, and that the constant packing of dirty snow would have at least soiled, if not wreaked havoc on the bike. After all, Logan was the epitome of a mountain man, and therefore things like dirt don't affect him. In fact, his sheer will power kept the dirt away. After all, he was a god.
And this god was back to claim his goddess. No, not that one. How the hell did she be called a goddess, anyway? Weren't goddesses supposed to be oh, capable of making a decent retort? "Same thing as everything else," his ass. Gees, even a five year old can come up with a better line. How about, "they croak!" Yeah, that was it. I crack myself up sometimes.
About then Logan realized what he should do: challenge One-Eye for leadership. Yeah, take him on in a fight, kick his worthless butt, and then claim his rightful position as the alpha male. Then, he could give the orders. Yeah, and he could make Marie his queen, and have Jean and Ororo as cheerleaders in skimpy outfits. He'd keep the leather. Oh yeah, he'd keep the leather.
Currently fighting against her leather was Marie in the danger room with a knife. Well, a sword to be more precise. Since her mutation wasn't exactly the safest to practice using in the Danger Room, she had been going through a phase where she wanted to learn a weapon. Ororo had suggested a staff, as some Cajun friend of hers used one to great success, but Marie had rejected that when she swung it around and hit herself in the face. Jean had suggested a simple knife, but Marie desired a bit more range. Scott, the ever practical, had recommended a gun, but Marie wanted something "more Logan-like." So, Marie was here with a sword.
A metal tendril shot out at her, and she swung her sword at it, missing by at least a foot. When it wrapped around her, she cried out in pain. Upon hearing this, Logan, using his Spider…oops, Wolverine senses, located where Marie was, and burst into the Danger Room, claws out. Slicing the tendril, he freed Marie, and drew her to his clothed chest.
"Logan! I'm so glad to see you!" Gushing, Marie looked upon her savior with wide, adoring eyes.
"And I you. But, didn't you have an accent?"
"Yeah! Sorry, when did ya return, sugah?"
"Just now. I couldn't stay away."
From the booth, Scott called down. "Wolverine, it's great that you're back and all, but where's my bike? And what do you think you're doing, interrupting a session?"
Pretty much ignoring Cyclops, Logan waved a hand in the general direction of the garage. Scott recognized the gesture and rushed off to be with his one true love. That bike meant the world to him.
On his way out, he ran into Ororo and managed to get out something about Logan's return. "Logan has returned? He must have come back for Marie. By the Goddess, I'd better tell Jean." Turning on her heel, Ororo walked over towards Jean and Scott's room. Knocking on the door, she called out, "Jean?"
"Yeah, 'Ro? Come in."
Stepping into the country-flavored room, Ororo had a grim look on her face. "I have some bad news to tell you, Jean."
Confused, Jean flopped down into her overstuffed blue couch. "What's that?"
"You have to be a bitch now."
Eyes reaching her hairline, Jean leaned forward. "What?"
"Logan has returned. It is time for you to be jealous over the reluctantly developing relationship between Marie and himself, as that attention used to be for you." Storm walked over to the older female and patted her arm. "I am sorry."
Jean made an exasperated face. "Man, and I was having such a good time. Now, I'm going to have to deal with an insecure Scott, because he's not the self-assured man that Logan is."
"Right. Just thought I would give you the heads-up."
"Thanks, 'Ro. You'd better go, you're nearing your limit."
"Which limit is that?"
"Encounter limit. Rememeber, we can only run into you in your room, classroom, or greenhouse. Any other encounters can only last a few moments."
"Right, right. Better go water my plants again."
After Marie had been "saved," Logan was walking with her, reveling in her obvious adoration. "Now, listen Marie, we can't be together, so you have to get over me now."
Pouting, Marie retorted, "And why not?"
"Because I'm not good enough for you."
"Try again."
"Because I'm a commitment-phobe?"
"Wouldn't coming back here and moving in be a larger commitment than a date?"
"Ah, never mind."
They walked a bit in silence before a Random Air Molecule™ tripped both parties, causing Rogue to fall conveniently onto Logan's broad chest, sending them both to the floor. While normally such a small obstacle would not cause the Great Wolverine to fall, it was deemed a Necessary Plot Device™, and was therefore tolerated. A tense breath passed as both Rogue and Wolverine took in this awkward situation, Rogue stretched out fully on Logan, lying on the ground. Not breaking the gaze, Logan leaned up to kiss Marie, and she leaned back. Just before contact, however, Marie yanked back.
"What?"
"Sorry, sugah, the Uncreative Author forgot to include that I can control mah powers in the disclaimer or prologue."
And echoes of "Damn it!" from behind the screen, echoed throughout the scene.