Ah know, this whole thing is getting' daft, alraht? You all keep
complaining at meh that nothing's happening, and Ah'm gettin' tah that bit
real soon, alraht? Okay, okay, I'll stop using Rogue's accent now. But
seriously, I'm not too happy about where this fic is headed (nowhere), so
if I don't do a really good chapter soon, it may be curtains for the fic.
So... this can be that really good chapter. Oh, and I'm not gonna tell you
who's POV it is, because it ain't too difficult to work out, bub :P
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I was tired as hell when I got to the Institute that night. I'd been driving all day and I just wanted to crash into bed. And get out of my soaking wet clothes. I didn't expect Rogue to still be up waiting for me half way into the night though. And I certainly didn't expect such a warm (and potentially dangerous) welcome from her. THAT was something I'd have to watch out for while I was here. Because I mean, really, she's just a kid. She's barely seventeen and I'm... well, I don't know. Quite a bit older than seventeen, anyway. And besides, what about her mutation? No offence to her, but not being able to touch her, well, it's not much fun, is it?
Once I'd managed to get Rogue off of me then I headed upstairs to my room. I dumped all my wet clothes on the floor and crashed on the bed. Yes, naked. I didn't want to bother sorting through my bag of stuff to find something to wear in bed, alright, and all the clothes I'd been wearing were wet, and (as long as I lock my door, I learnt from that last incident, what with all that stabbing Rogue through the chest and so on), no one's going to know, right?
Anyway, I was lying on the bed, tired as hell, but I couldn't sleep, and the pillow was damp from my hair still being wet from the rain all day. I shoulda asked Rogue for a hairdryer. But I didn't. And I really didn't have the energy to get up right then (and besides, she woulda got a shock if I'd got up and gone in her room as I was... lack of clothes and all that). I was wide-awake for hours, I know that much. And that damn thin wall, I could hear someone sniffing on the other side of the wall. And someone talking. And someone fidgeting. The annoying thing about having such sensitive hearing is that you hear everything. It went like this:
Snort, sniff, snort-snort sniff.
Hmph, roll over, roll back, sigh, kick feet about under quilt (that was Rogue, I think).
And then there was the voice I recognised as Jubilee's. She said, "And then put Xavier's socks in the tumble dryer, and hang them out to dry, and then Logan can iron them, and then I can..." and then she must have rolled over on her face and she started talking into her pillow. I was going to have to have a word with her at some point, cuz I ain't doing no ironing.
Snort, sniff, sniff, sniff snore.
It's enough to make you go insane.
Snuffle, snuffle, snort, sniff, fidget, "Kitty's soap brush", sniff, mrphle, fidget, chuck quilt on floor, sigh, pull quilt up again, sniff, "Logan's German banana"...
Jubilee needed a VERY good talking to. And I was going to ask Xavier if I could have a different room, because Rogue and her friends had to be the noisiest sleepers in the known universe. It would be easier next door to Jean and Scott, and they... well, let's not go into that.
Sniff, snort, sniff. I really wanted to just scream. No. Calm, Logan, calm. Let it out gently. Scream silently if you have to. No need to have everyone come running in here (again).
Jubilee was quite entertaining if you really listened to her. "Yoghurt, lots of yoghurt, in a hot tub, with bananas and chopped fruit and then I can go and get hair gel and then Xavier's sock collection..."
No, that was just weird. What does Jubes want with the professor's socks? If she sleepwalks then I should suggest to him that he padlocks up his sock drawer. Just in case.
"Jingle bells, Cyclops smells," Jubilee sang off-key. Yes Jubilee, he does. "Phoenix laid an egg." Where does she come up with this stuff? And in her sleep, too. I pulled the damp pillow over my head, because I just wanted to SLEEP. It was one AM for god's sake, when does Jubilee stop TALKING??? And when does Rogue stop fidgeting about? And whoever it is who sniffs in her sleep, when does she stop? I don't suppose Jubilee EVER stops talking. Damn it. Rogue shuffled about a bit more. I didn't think she was asleep, but I wasn't sure. She did the whole kicking-the-bed thing again. And then the Sniffer started the whole sniffing routine again. Jubilee started on a round of "Gaston" (oh, not that song again, I had enough of that last time. How many times? I am NOT Gaston).
When the hell was I ever gonna get some decent sleep???
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I was tired as hell when I got to the Institute that night. I'd been driving all day and I just wanted to crash into bed. And get out of my soaking wet clothes. I didn't expect Rogue to still be up waiting for me half way into the night though. And I certainly didn't expect such a warm (and potentially dangerous) welcome from her. THAT was something I'd have to watch out for while I was here. Because I mean, really, she's just a kid. She's barely seventeen and I'm... well, I don't know. Quite a bit older than seventeen, anyway. And besides, what about her mutation? No offence to her, but not being able to touch her, well, it's not much fun, is it?
Once I'd managed to get Rogue off of me then I headed upstairs to my room. I dumped all my wet clothes on the floor and crashed on the bed. Yes, naked. I didn't want to bother sorting through my bag of stuff to find something to wear in bed, alright, and all the clothes I'd been wearing were wet, and (as long as I lock my door, I learnt from that last incident, what with all that stabbing Rogue through the chest and so on), no one's going to know, right?
Anyway, I was lying on the bed, tired as hell, but I couldn't sleep, and the pillow was damp from my hair still being wet from the rain all day. I shoulda asked Rogue for a hairdryer. But I didn't. And I really didn't have the energy to get up right then (and besides, she woulda got a shock if I'd got up and gone in her room as I was... lack of clothes and all that). I was wide-awake for hours, I know that much. And that damn thin wall, I could hear someone sniffing on the other side of the wall. And someone talking. And someone fidgeting. The annoying thing about having such sensitive hearing is that you hear everything. It went like this:
Snort, sniff, snort-snort sniff.
Hmph, roll over, roll back, sigh, kick feet about under quilt (that was Rogue, I think).
And then there was the voice I recognised as Jubilee's. She said, "And then put Xavier's socks in the tumble dryer, and hang them out to dry, and then Logan can iron them, and then I can..." and then she must have rolled over on her face and she started talking into her pillow. I was going to have to have a word with her at some point, cuz I ain't doing no ironing.
Snort, sniff, sniff, sniff snore.
It's enough to make you go insane.
Snuffle, snuffle, snort, sniff, fidget, "Kitty's soap brush", sniff, mrphle, fidget, chuck quilt on floor, sigh, pull quilt up again, sniff, "Logan's German banana"...
Jubilee needed a VERY good talking to. And I was going to ask Xavier if I could have a different room, because Rogue and her friends had to be the noisiest sleepers in the known universe. It would be easier next door to Jean and Scott, and they... well, let's not go into that.
Sniff, snort, sniff. I really wanted to just scream. No. Calm, Logan, calm. Let it out gently. Scream silently if you have to. No need to have everyone come running in here (again).
Jubilee was quite entertaining if you really listened to her. "Yoghurt, lots of yoghurt, in a hot tub, with bananas and chopped fruit and then I can go and get hair gel and then Xavier's sock collection..."
No, that was just weird. What does Jubes want with the professor's socks? If she sleepwalks then I should suggest to him that he padlocks up his sock drawer. Just in case.
"Jingle bells, Cyclops smells," Jubilee sang off-key. Yes Jubilee, he does. "Phoenix laid an egg." Where does she come up with this stuff? And in her sleep, too. I pulled the damp pillow over my head, because I just wanted to SLEEP. It was one AM for god's sake, when does Jubilee stop TALKING??? And when does Rogue stop fidgeting about? And whoever it is who sniffs in her sleep, when does she stop? I don't suppose Jubilee EVER stops talking. Damn it. Rogue shuffled about a bit more. I didn't think she was asleep, but I wasn't sure. She did the whole kicking-the-bed thing again. And then the Sniffer started the whole sniffing routine again. Jubilee started on a round of "Gaston" (oh, not that song again, I had enough of that last time. How many times? I am NOT Gaston).
When the hell was I ever gonna get some decent sleep???