Disclaimer: We don't own any of characters in this story (Although Fire really wishes she owned Logan…in more ways then one) Marvel owns the X-men and Lisa and Dominique (Liz and Fire) own them selves.

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It was a few days before the team got back, and the waiting time was killer. You'd think that the classes at the Institute would be interesting. But noooo, it was the same frikkin' math, same frikkin' English, the same frikkin' French, oh wait, Mr. LeBeau teaches that one. No. Wait. He's gone. Damnit. (Liz: I'm soo dropping Spanish and switching to French. Firecracker: Why do you think I took it in the first place?) And then there were the added training sessions, with Scott. How the heck was someone supposed to defend themselves with a detached limb and the ability to listen in on people's phone conversations and surf the web? Let's just say they found some interesting websites.

It was an interesting day when the team finally arrived. Dominique and Lisa were sitting in the kitchen when Rouge walked in. Lisa nearly knocked herself over from the excitement. "You are sooo cool! Oh my gosh, you're like my favorite X-Woman!" she exclaimed.

"Whah thank you, sugah. I trah," Rogue replied. "Uh, how do you know who Ah am?"

"Internet," Lisa replied instantly.

"Mneh," came the bored response from Dominique.

"Oh come on, Dominique, she's right here. You have to realize how cool she really is. I mean, she can suck the life out of people, and kick them into next week. Is that not the coolest?"

"Mneh."

"Pssh! You're just jealous."

"Oh yes, I'm sooo jealous that I can actually *have* sex with someone without killing them." (Liz: Brrr! Did it just drop below the freezing point? Firecracker: Mmm, yeah.) Rogue just shrugged it off as she grabbed a soda. She knew it was all too true and didn't bother to be offended.

"You know, she didn't really mean it that way. She really *is* jealous. She just happens to like your man," Lisa covered quickly, getting a disgruntled sound from Dominique. (She noticed that she was doing a lot of that.)

"Thanks. I understand. A lot of girls seem to fall all over him."

"I know. He's such a hottie," Lisa said. She looked down at her feet. "Would you be too terribly mad if he maybe banged some girl on the side?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Would you like, say, hurt him or this girl?"

"Possibly."

"Oh."

"Oh well, I still have my dreams."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing." Rogue shrugged and walked out of the room.

"You know what this means?" Dominique asked.

"That I can't sleep with Gambit," Lisa said sullenly.

"No, silly! The rest of the team is back!" Dominique said brightly. The girls squealed in delight and ran off to find the rest of the team and two very important males.

Dominique and Lisa ran in the general direction they knew to be Wolverine's room. (Firecracker: Mmm…Towel…Swordfish…Fall damnit fall!!) The girls were slowly making their way to his room…ahem…running at mach five…when they literally ran into Remy, knocking him over.

"Oops! Sorry Mr. LeBeau, I didn't see you there," Lisa said, as she lay on top of his chest, her hand dangerously close to an important part of his anatomy. (Liz: Only you, Firecracker. Only you. Firecracker: What? I can't help myself. And you know you want it. Liz: And?)

"No problem, chère. But, uh…could you please get off me?" Remy LeBeau asked.

"Oh! Sorry," Lisa replied, blushing furiously, as Dominique fell in a fit of giggles on the floor. Gambit looked at both of the girls, puzzled. He'd never seen them before. And he *knew* he would have noticed the brunette before then.

"Well, I'm Dominique, and this is Lisa. But since you seem to prefer women with codenames, I'm Limber and this is DotCom," Dominique intervened after getting over her psychotic giggling.

"Why do they call you Limber?" he asked.

"Because I can do this," she replied, standing on her hands and twisting her legs up into a weird position. Remy never knew the female body could do *that*. /Mmm…the possibilities, he thought. Add a little whipped cream and we'll be good to go…/ he thought. (Liz: This is all Firecracker. I would never…mmm whipped cream, Remy LeBeau…I mean, I'm a good Catholic girl. Firecracker: Yeah, yeah, sure, sure, whatever.) "But enough of that," Dominique said, easily slipping out of the kinky position. "We're looking for someone else, right, Lisa?" A puddle was quickly forming at Lisa's feet.

"Lisa? Lisa?" Dominique asked.

"Huh?" she replied.

"You've got some uh…drool, right there."

"Oh! Oh. Oops," Lisa said, quickly dragging her wrist across her mouth.

"Who was it you lookin' for?" Remy asked.

"Wolverine. We're looking for Wolverine," Dominique said quickly.

"Logan? I t'ink he takin' a shower right now." (Firecracker: Mmm…Logan…shower…no clothes…) Dominique's ears perked right up.

"Say, Lisa, you know how you have that handy internet-thing power?" she asked. Lisa didn't answer. They were all now standing knee-deep in her drool. "Aw, crap." Dominique dragged her feet through the drool (so as not to fall into it) to Lisa and promptly closed her mouth, holding it closed with her hands. She walked back to where she was, but Lisa's jaw dropped right open. Dominique sighed and walked back over to Lisa. She shut her mouth and this time left her hands on Lisa—one on her chin and the other on the top of her head.

"Lisa? Lisa? I *said*, *what about that internet power*?" Dominique asked.

"Huh? What? Oh. Is that me? Heh heh. It's my first time meeting a god—I mean, I have a problem," Lisa said, looking down at her feet. Dominique rolled her eyes.

"Oh puh-lease," she muttered. "We have a *real* god to go see? Shower? No offense, Mr. LeBeau, you're actually very good-looking, but you're just not my type…"

"Okay, chère," Remy replied slowly. Dominique rolled her eyes again and reached for Lisa's arm, but realized that she hand not yet put her hands back on, so she reattached her hands and grabbed Lisa's arm and walked down the hall.

They were standing near Logan's room, trying to tap into a conveniently placed control panel. "I thought you were an expert at this!" Dominique fumed.

"Well, it would work…in theory," Lisa said.

"Screw theory! This is the real thing!! Get us in there!"

"Ahem. What do you two think you're doing?" a deep voice like molten chocolate asked from behind the girls. (Liz: Molten chocolate? Firecracker: At least I'm not the one dreaming about Remy and whipped cream! Although, Logan and chocolate aren't a bad combination. ) Dominique froze. Lisa stood up and turned around.

"Damn, now I see why Dominique's so—I mean, hi. Mr. Logan, right? Hi. I'm Lisa. This is Dominique," Lisa said, grabbing her friend's shoulder and dragging her to her feet. Dominique kept her eyes on the ground, yet she could not keep her curiosity from getting the better of her. Her eyes slowly traveled up the length of him, stopping the longest at his middle, but then forcing herself to look him in the eye. Her eyes didn't stay on his face for long.

"I-you-big-" she stammered. She immediately noticed also that he was in a pair of tight jeans and no shirt.

Logan chuckled low in his throat. She was good. Really good. Good looking, that is. "So you wanna get inta my pants, huh?" he asked, thoroughly amused.

"Uhh," she replied, her eyes never leaving his pants.

"That's a yes," Lisa said. "But that shall have to wait for later. Right now, we have class."

"Class?" Dominique asked. "Class? We don't have class. At least I don't have any. So let's go, right now."

"No," Lisa said. "You have to be a good girl. We have to *go* to class. You'll have time for…other activities later." Lisa rolled her eyes and grabbed Dominique's arm to pull her away. Instead of feeling the weight of Dominique, she felt nothing, yet she had an arm in her hand. Lisa turned to find Dominique still drooling over Logan without a right arm. Lisa sighed and walked over to Dominique and gave her a sound whack with her own arm. Dominique snapped out of it as Lisa dragged all of her away.

"That's not all I can do!" Dominique shouted as they walked down the hall.