Disclaimer: Marvel owns the X-men, I am just borrowing them for fun. I make no more from this story.
Author's note: This story is a continuation of Tara's story called 'The Bet'. It is written with her permission.
Summary: It's pay back time and Wolverine decides to up the ante a notch or two...or three.
This story is dedicated to Tara.
The Bet: Wolverine's Revenge by Valkyrie
Gambit easily made his escape from Wolverine's clutches. The sneaky thief had eluded Logan since the incident in the rec. room and Logan's nose told him that the Cajun had probably left the mansion altogether. That night Logan didn't sleep, he had to get him back, and then some, for the stunt he pulled. A plan was devised.
Logan entered the kitchen for breakfast to find the same gang from the rec. room incident there, minus the Cajun of course. The snickering started almost instantly.
"How come you're not wearing your favorite shirt?" said Bobby who suddenly couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. This caused a chain reaction and everyone burst out laughing as well. Scott was caught off guard by Bobby's comment and it caused him to spray Jean with his mouth full of milk.
"Aahhhh.. yuck" Jean yelled.
"Sorry Hon, at least it didn't come out my nose" Scott managed to speak between spasm laughs.
Logan was shaking with anger trying not to kill someone right there "You guys are all on my list" he growled and left the room.
Jean followed him out of the kitchen as she had to get cleaned up anyway. Logan turned to her to ask her a question.
"Where could I find a needle and thread around here?"
Jean wiping her milk covered face with her sleeve stopped cold and looked at him wide eyed
"You sew?!"
"Naw, But I do know how to mend my own clothes," He said in a harsh tone "I lived alone all my life remember"
Jean nodded, it made sense that he would be self-sufficient but the thought of Logan with a needle and thread just wouldn't work in her mind somehow.
"Yeah I have some supplies in my closet, come with me" Jean led the way for Logan.
"Here you go," she said as she handed him a basket of thread spools, needles and accessories. Logan noticed a little tool that resembles a tiny hand held fishing spear and picked it up.
"What's this little gadget?" he asked
"That's a seam ripper," Jean replied "you use it to cut threads that have been sewn. If you need to remove a seam to let out clothes, or if you make a mistake while sewing, things like that."
"Hmmm" Logan answered and mused over the item as he returned it to the basket.
Logan took his sewing supplies, a black permanent marker and a can of sardines and headed off to Remy's room. Logan had no trouble breaking into the Cajun's room and quickly got to work. He knew that Gambit would stay away as long as possible but he also knew he would have to return for the big training demonstration tonight. The X-men were all going to give a demonstration of their best moves to the entire school tonight in the gymnasium and Gambit would definitely be back to show off.
Logan found Remy's favorite trench coat and began the chore of sewing the sardines into the hemline 'he'll be real popular with the chicks now!' Logan thought and chuckled. Next he grabbed Remy's leather uniform. It was the type that all the X-men would wear when training and began carefully working with the black marker on the inside of the leather.
Finally he grabbed the device he had questioned Jean about and began the painstaking task of plucking the seams of the uniform. Leaving scant thread to hold it together.
When Logan finished his mischief he slipped out of Gambit's room making sure to leave no signs he was ever there.
Ten minutes before the fighting demonstration was set to begin Jean was sent to hunt for Wolverine. She found him on the phone in the library.
"Yeah, I want that sent express...Two day delivery? ...That's great!" Wolverine said then hung up the phone to turn to Jean that had just entered.
"Logan, its time. All the students are waiting" Jean said in an anxious tone.
"Alright keep your pants on. I'm coming now," he said while walking passed her. "Is Gumbo there or is he still too chicken to face me?"
"Yeah he's there," Jean said and started to smile having been reminded of the previous night again.
Logan smiled an evil grin that Jean didn't catch as they went off to the gymnasium.
It was a packed house. All the students loved these demos and the X-men liked showing off just as much. Each X-men was given the opportunity to display their talents and abilities in paired sparring matches.
Logan stood off to the side when it was Gambit's turn, to everyone's surprise. They all figured he would want to fight the Cajun for sure.
"Logan, don't you want to fight Remy?" Storm asked looking at Remy standing in the middle of the room waiting for his fighting partner.
"You go Storm, I'm going to hold out to kick Scott's butt instead" he said with a smile, his arms crossed across his chest.
Storm shrugged and went to stand with Remy.
Remy looked at Storm then back to Logan then back again, confusion written across his face.
"Da homme don't want a piece of me?" Remy asked Storm.
"I guess not," Storm shrugged and got into fighting stance.
They had been fighting for several minutes, when Logan's smile began to fade. The uniform seemed to be holding together and Logan was getting impatient for his revenge to take effect. Then suddenly Remy did an unbelievable acrobatic move that had the room make a collective 'oooh' sound. Then in midair the uniform, finally, completely fell apart. After a moment of stunned silence the room erupted with laughter.
Remy stood bare-naked in the center of the gym and every person in the room was laughing. Remy was normally not embarrassed by nudity and he had nothing to be ashamed of, but he wasn't used to laughing, in fact he was more used to applause.
He looked at Storm who was holding her stomach and trying not to fall down in hysterics.
"What's so funny?" Remy asked and looked down at his own body. He found that he was covered in writing and drawings, and he knew instantly that Logan must be behind this. He couldn't believe that Logan would stoop to happy faces on the nipples, though.
As he was looking at himself he turned around, giving the crowd a rear shot and the laughter went through the roof. Scott and Bobby were on the floor laughing in convulsions.
Suddenly there was a female shouting from the crowd "I'll give you a hundred bucks!"
Logan just stood and smiled at the mayhem. The plan had come off exactly as he had hoped. The uniform had stayed together just long enough for Remy's perspiration to take effect on the black writing inside his uniform. He grinned evilly from ear to ear as he could clearly read what was written on Gambit ass. 'THIS SPACE FOR RENT'.
'Now, I can't wait for those packages to arrive for Remy in two days,' Logan thought, 'I just hope Rogue doesn't kill him before I get to.'
Author's note: Oh I feel better now. Gambit lovers, please no hate mail, remember I had permission and I love him too, I just love Wolvie more. Okay Tara, your turn, do your worst! LOL!
Ok this is Tara here, Valkyries computer exploded last week so for those of you reading Blood Red Rose, sorry for the wait but it can't be helped. Personally I think I know why her computer blew up...... this story. Coincidence that after she wrote this story her computer BLEW up. I think not. LOL
Author's note: This story is a continuation of Tara's story called 'The Bet'. It is written with her permission.
Summary: It's pay back time and Wolverine decides to up the ante a notch or two...or three.
This story is dedicated to Tara.
The Bet: Wolverine's Revenge by Valkyrie
Gambit easily made his escape from Wolverine's clutches. The sneaky thief had eluded Logan since the incident in the rec. room and Logan's nose told him that the Cajun had probably left the mansion altogether. That night Logan didn't sleep, he had to get him back, and then some, for the stunt he pulled. A plan was devised.
Logan entered the kitchen for breakfast to find the same gang from the rec. room incident there, minus the Cajun of course. The snickering started almost instantly.
"How come you're not wearing your favorite shirt?" said Bobby who suddenly couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. This caused a chain reaction and everyone burst out laughing as well. Scott was caught off guard by Bobby's comment and it caused him to spray Jean with his mouth full of milk.
"Aahhhh.. yuck" Jean yelled.
"Sorry Hon, at least it didn't come out my nose" Scott managed to speak between spasm laughs.
Logan was shaking with anger trying not to kill someone right there "You guys are all on my list" he growled and left the room.
Jean followed him out of the kitchen as she had to get cleaned up anyway. Logan turned to her to ask her a question.
"Where could I find a needle and thread around here?"
Jean wiping her milk covered face with her sleeve stopped cold and looked at him wide eyed
"You sew?!"
"Naw, But I do know how to mend my own clothes," He said in a harsh tone "I lived alone all my life remember"
Jean nodded, it made sense that he would be self-sufficient but the thought of Logan with a needle and thread just wouldn't work in her mind somehow.
"Yeah I have some supplies in my closet, come with me" Jean led the way for Logan.
"Here you go," she said as she handed him a basket of thread spools, needles and accessories. Logan noticed a little tool that resembles a tiny hand held fishing spear and picked it up.
"What's this little gadget?" he asked
"That's a seam ripper," Jean replied "you use it to cut threads that have been sewn. If you need to remove a seam to let out clothes, or if you make a mistake while sewing, things like that."
"Hmmm" Logan answered and mused over the item as he returned it to the basket.
Logan took his sewing supplies, a black permanent marker and a can of sardines and headed off to Remy's room. Logan had no trouble breaking into the Cajun's room and quickly got to work. He knew that Gambit would stay away as long as possible but he also knew he would have to return for the big training demonstration tonight. The X-men were all going to give a demonstration of their best moves to the entire school tonight in the gymnasium and Gambit would definitely be back to show off.
Logan found Remy's favorite trench coat and began the chore of sewing the sardines into the hemline 'he'll be real popular with the chicks now!' Logan thought and chuckled. Next he grabbed Remy's leather uniform. It was the type that all the X-men would wear when training and began carefully working with the black marker on the inside of the leather.
Finally he grabbed the device he had questioned Jean about and began the painstaking task of plucking the seams of the uniform. Leaving scant thread to hold it together.
When Logan finished his mischief he slipped out of Gambit's room making sure to leave no signs he was ever there.
Ten minutes before the fighting demonstration was set to begin Jean was sent to hunt for Wolverine. She found him on the phone in the library.
"Yeah, I want that sent express...Two day delivery? ...That's great!" Wolverine said then hung up the phone to turn to Jean that had just entered.
"Logan, its time. All the students are waiting" Jean said in an anxious tone.
"Alright keep your pants on. I'm coming now," he said while walking passed her. "Is Gumbo there or is he still too chicken to face me?"
"Yeah he's there," Jean said and started to smile having been reminded of the previous night again.
Logan smiled an evil grin that Jean didn't catch as they went off to the gymnasium.
It was a packed house. All the students loved these demos and the X-men liked showing off just as much. Each X-men was given the opportunity to display their talents and abilities in paired sparring matches.
Logan stood off to the side when it was Gambit's turn, to everyone's surprise. They all figured he would want to fight the Cajun for sure.
"Logan, don't you want to fight Remy?" Storm asked looking at Remy standing in the middle of the room waiting for his fighting partner.
"You go Storm, I'm going to hold out to kick Scott's butt instead" he said with a smile, his arms crossed across his chest.
Storm shrugged and went to stand with Remy.
Remy looked at Storm then back to Logan then back again, confusion written across his face.
"Da homme don't want a piece of me?" Remy asked Storm.
"I guess not," Storm shrugged and got into fighting stance.
They had been fighting for several minutes, when Logan's smile began to fade. The uniform seemed to be holding together and Logan was getting impatient for his revenge to take effect. Then suddenly Remy did an unbelievable acrobatic move that had the room make a collective 'oooh' sound. Then in midair the uniform, finally, completely fell apart. After a moment of stunned silence the room erupted with laughter.
Remy stood bare-naked in the center of the gym and every person in the room was laughing. Remy was normally not embarrassed by nudity and he had nothing to be ashamed of, but he wasn't used to laughing, in fact he was more used to applause.
He looked at Storm who was holding her stomach and trying not to fall down in hysterics.
"What's so funny?" Remy asked and looked down at his own body. He found that he was covered in writing and drawings, and he knew instantly that Logan must be behind this. He couldn't believe that Logan would stoop to happy faces on the nipples, though.
As he was looking at himself he turned around, giving the crowd a rear shot and the laughter went through the roof. Scott and Bobby were on the floor laughing in convulsions.
Suddenly there was a female shouting from the crowd "I'll give you a hundred bucks!"
Logan just stood and smiled at the mayhem. The plan had come off exactly as he had hoped. The uniform had stayed together just long enough for Remy's perspiration to take effect on the black writing inside his uniform. He grinned evilly from ear to ear as he could clearly read what was written on Gambit ass. 'THIS SPACE FOR RENT'.
'Now, I can't wait for those packages to arrive for Remy in two days,' Logan thought, 'I just hope Rogue doesn't kill him before I get to.'
Author's note: Oh I feel better now. Gambit lovers, please no hate mail, remember I had permission and I love him too, I just love Wolvie more. Okay Tara, your turn, do your worst! LOL!
Ok this is Tara here, Valkyries computer exploded last week so for those of you reading Blood Red Rose, sorry for the wait but it can't be helped. Personally I think I know why her computer blew up...... this story. Coincidence that after she wrote this story her computer BLEW up. I think not. LOL