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A/N: Yes I am late in updating. Very late. I just had no clue as to where I was going with this story. This chapter is up because it seems that I have fans. As in people who have actually been waiting for this since I posted Gotcha over a year ago! Whoa. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed--I am battling severe writer's block just for you. :o) Not much romance in this chapter—just some good old fashioned sillyness. The style for this piece is going to be different from that of Desert Rose and Gotcha, but the change isn't too drastic.

Last Chapter:  Another knock at the door, this one a bit more insistent. Logan groaned. "Alright already, I'm coming," he growled as he opened the door, only to reveal Scott, Evan, and Kurt. Logan furrowed his brow. "What'ere you kids doing here?"

Taming of the Beast: Chapter Two

Logan scowled as the three boys wordlessly let themselves into his room. "You three got a sudden hearing problem or are you just ignoring the question?"

"Oh we're not ignoring you," Kurt spoke up, grinning. "In fact, we're here to help you!"

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Help me? With what?"

"With getting ready for your date of course," Kurt replied.

Logan snorted. "You three? Giving me romantic advice?"

"What's wrong with that?" Scott asked.

"I just think ya oughta sort out your own romantic messes before turning my life into one."

"Look man," Evan cut in, "Those two are here to help you out. I'm just here to lay down a few ground rules."

"Ground rules?" Logan asked, raising an eyebrow. Oh this would be interesting.

"Yeah," Evan explained, his voice stern. "If you wanna take my Auntie O out for the night, there are certain expectations I have for how you're gonna treat her."

Logan snorted. "Don't worry kid. I'll be a perfect gentleman."

"If he even knows how to be one," Kurt whispered to Scott. He grinned sheepishly as Logan sent a glare his way. "That's what we're here for, remember?"

The older man groaned. Someone upstairs most definitely had it in for 'im.

*******

"Oh Ororo," Kitty breathed, "You look absolutely gorgeous!"

"I agree," Jean added, "You're going to knock Logan's socks off tonight."

Ororo self-consciously tried to pull the top of the dress up a bit. "It seems a little low cut, don't you think?"

Rogue rolled her eyes. Jean owning something that seemed a little low cut? Never…

"Oh please," Kitty replied. "Mr. Logan's probably seen worse."

One white eyebrow arched. "And just what is that supposed to mean?" Ororo asked.

Kitty smile sheepishly. "Well I dunno, I mean it's just that Mr. Logan seems like…" she trailed off seeing the look on Ororo's face. "Well…"

"It's not important," Jean cut in. "We've only got twenty minutes to get your hair and make-up done. So I think it's in our best interest that we get started."

"Alright!" Kitty exclaimed, grateful that the focus had been shifted from her ill-timed comment. "Let the primping begin! I call hair!"

"I call make-up then," Jean said.

"And I call leaving," Rogue stated, once again trying to sneak out the door.

"What did I tell you?" Kitty scowled, grabbing Rogue and dragging her towards the vanity. "You can like, help me decide what to do with all this hair," she said, grabbing a handful and twisting it experimentally. "Or help Jean pick out some make-up. Whatever it is, we're not letting you get out of this one."

Rogue blew a strand of hair out of her face. "Great."

*******

"Now the first thing you gotta do be suave," Scott explained. "Like James Bond. Well, except for the womanizing, compulsive gambling, chain smoking, and killing people parts."

"But you gotta be funny too!" Kurt interjected. "Like Jim Carrey."

"Somehow I don't think being both James Bond and Jim Carrey is going to work Kurt," Scott replied dryly.

"Sure it would," Kurt replied. "You just have to be subtle."

"Subtle and Jim Carrey definitely do not belong in the same sentence," Scott stated.

"Well fine then," Kurt replied, annoyed. "What do you suggest?"

"Well," Scott began thoughtfully, "he'll have to be elegant."

"Refined," Kurt agreed nodding his head. "Oh, and he should be humble too."

"Remember to be thoughtful," Scott added, addressing Logan.

"And polite," Kurt said.

"Sophisticated."

"Entertaining."

"Pleasant."

"And sensitive," Kurt added. "You've got to show her that you're more than some tough-guy mutant that loves slicing things up. Show her that underneath all that, you're a sweet little puppy dog, forlorn and desperate for love," Kurt concluded, sighing.

Logan turned to Kurt, a displeased look playing along his features. "Watch it elf," he growled. "One more puppy dog analogy outta you and I'm havin' Forge send ya back to that hellhole you teleport through, permanently."

"Heh heh," Kurt replied, suddenly feeling quite uncomfortable. "You got it."

*******

"Ouch!" Ororo exclaimed as a the end of a hair pin dug itself into her scalp. "Kitty, I'm grateful for your help, but please try to go easier on the hair pins."

"Oh, sorry Ororo," Kitty replied. "It's just kinda hard to hold this style up."

"It looks fantastic though," Jean reassured Kitty. "Just don't move your head around too much."

"Yeah," Kitty agreed. "As long as Magneto and his lackeys don't show up, you should be fine."

"With our luck though, they'll drop in to give y'all their blessing," Rogue muttered. Putting the finishing touches on the ringlets framing Ororo's face, she stepped back. "How's that look?"

"Great Rogue," Jean replied, glancing at Ororo's hair. She lightly dabbed some blush on Ororo's cheeks. "Hmm," she said, stepping back to admire their work. "Well girls, what do you think?"

"She looks beautiful!" Kitty bubbled. "Logan won't know what hit him!"

Rogue nodded in agreement. Sure she didn't really want to be part of this impromptu make-over team, but she had nothing against Ororo. And she had to admit, Ororo looked great. Logan would be floored.

Jean glanced at the clock. "Well Miss. Munroe, I believe it's your time to shine." She gently ushered her out the door. "Knock 'im dead," she whispered, winking.

*******

"And finally, I expect you to have her back by 11, and then go to sleep, in your own rooms," Evan said, following Logan down the stairs leading to the mansion's foyer.

Logan rolled his eyes. Yeesh. He was just taking the kid's aunt out for dinner; it wasn't like he planned on spending the night with her in some seedy motel room.

"Are you listening to me man?" Evan asked, annoyed. "Cause I really don't want to have to do a room check tonight."

"Don't worry about it porcupine," Logan replied gruffly. "I've already told you, I'll be a gentleman."

"Like James Bond?" Scott piped up, leaning over the stairs' railing with Kurt.

Logan glared. "Go back to yer rooms," he growled.

"Yessir," Kurt replied, scampering off. "Remember," he called out over his shoulder. "James Bond and Jim Carrey!"

"Not Jim Carrey!" Scott called out, heading for his own room.

Logan groaned. This night wasn't starting off on the best foot. He glanced to his side, only to see Evan regarding him critically. Logan sighed. "Ya got a problem porcupine?"

Evan opened his mouth to respond, when someone clearing their throat from the top of the stairs caught their attention. Logan turned his eyes upwards and his breath caught in his throat.

It seemed a goddess had graced them with her presence.

***To Be Continued***

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