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Chapter 4
Once at the institute Lance paid the Cab driver, while Wanda and Kitty took Remy inside to seek out the Professor and Mr. McCoy. Unfortunately the four-some (and again a heaping handful of 'NO, NO BAD DOG!', for the love of cheese people!) they ran into Wolverine first. To make matters worse, Wolverine was headed to the Danger Room and was a force to be reckoned with. Why did it always have to be the hard way?
"HALF-PINT!" yelled Wolverine.
"M-M-Mr. Logan, what are you doing here?" asked Kitty attempting to take the tremble out of her voice.
"I live here, Half-pint and so do you!" yelled Logan, "The question is what are they doing here!"
"That is a good question."Kitty trailed off.
"ANSWER IT!" shouted Wolverine, who was beginning to resemble Sabertooth by now.
"Um." Kitty could feel herself starting to panic, luckily after about three more seconds before she just got annoyed with Logan's coarse greeting, "Look, Mr. Logan I have had it with your abrasive BULLSHIT. We're pretty sure Remy's bleeding internally so you get two options: 1) Use that super sensitive nose of yours to track down the Professor and Mr. McCoy or 2) GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!"
Her voice reverberated off of the mansions cold and hallowed halls. Lance, Wanda and even Remy were all staring at Kitty and Logan gaping at each other.
"What's all the yelling about?" asked Mr. McCoy walking up one of the halls with the Professor wheeling along behind him.
"Oh, Professor, thank God. Remy."
"It's alright, Kitty, I know. Logan, take Remy here down to the medical lab. Kitty why don't take Lance and Wanda into the commons room and we'll tell you what we find as soon as we can."
Logan rolled his eyes, the last thing he wanted was to baby-sit one of Magneto's thugs, especially before his personal session in the Danger Room, "C'mon, kid, let's go."
Remy took one look at Wolverine and wrapped his arms tightly around Wanda, "I'm fine (cough), really."
"Is that why you just put a fresh coat of blood on your hand?" asked Logan, "You're not foolin' anyone kid, I can smell it."
"Ok, Remy, a little tight," said Wanda trying to loosen the ever constricting grip around her waist.
"Remy, I assure you we are not here to hurt you." Professor Xavior tried to calm the tense situation at hand.
After a little more coaxing and a lot more pulling, Logan was finally able to drag Remy down to the Medical Lab. Kitty, Lance and Wanda gat as comfortable as they could in the Commons Room, while the Professor and Mr. McCoy headed down to the Medical Lab exchanging looks of worry along the way. There was a lot hanging in the balance. If they could help Remy more of Magneto's team may see the mansion as more of a safe haven, whereas if they were unable to help Remy they could very well have a full scale war on their hands.
Kitty look uncharacteristically weary as she sat in the Commons Room with Lance and Wanda.
"Are you alright?" asked Lance.
"Ya, I'll be fine in like a few minutes," said Kitty, "I never realized how much yelling took out of you. No wonder Mr. Logan is always in a bad mood."
Lance couldn't help, but snicker.
Chapter 4
Once at the institute Lance paid the Cab driver, while Wanda and Kitty took Remy inside to seek out the Professor and Mr. McCoy. Unfortunately the four-some (and again a heaping handful of 'NO, NO BAD DOG!', for the love of cheese people!) they ran into Wolverine first. To make matters worse, Wolverine was headed to the Danger Room and was a force to be reckoned with. Why did it always have to be the hard way?
"HALF-PINT!" yelled Wolverine.
"M-M-Mr. Logan, what are you doing here?" asked Kitty attempting to take the tremble out of her voice.
"I live here, Half-pint and so do you!" yelled Logan, "The question is what are they doing here!"
"That is a good question."Kitty trailed off.
"ANSWER IT!" shouted Wolverine, who was beginning to resemble Sabertooth by now.
"Um." Kitty could feel herself starting to panic, luckily after about three more seconds before she just got annoyed with Logan's coarse greeting, "Look, Mr. Logan I have had it with your abrasive BULLSHIT. We're pretty sure Remy's bleeding internally so you get two options: 1) Use that super sensitive nose of yours to track down the Professor and Mr. McCoy or 2) GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!"
Her voice reverberated off of the mansions cold and hallowed halls. Lance, Wanda and even Remy were all staring at Kitty and Logan gaping at each other.
"What's all the yelling about?" asked Mr. McCoy walking up one of the halls with the Professor wheeling along behind him.
"Oh, Professor, thank God. Remy."
"It's alright, Kitty, I know. Logan, take Remy here down to the medical lab. Kitty why don't take Lance and Wanda into the commons room and we'll tell you what we find as soon as we can."
Logan rolled his eyes, the last thing he wanted was to baby-sit one of Magneto's thugs, especially before his personal session in the Danger Room, "C'mon, kid, let's go."
Remy took one look at Wolverine and wrapped his arms tightly around Wanda, "I'm fine (cough), really."
"Is that why you just put a fresh coat of blood on your hand?" asked Logan, "You're not foolin' anyone kid, I can smell it."
"Ok, Remy, a little tight," said Wanda trying to loosen the ever constricting grip around her waist.
"Remy, I assure you we are not here to hurt you." Professor Xavior tried to calm the tense situation at hand.
After a little more coaxing and a lot more pulling, Logan was finally able to drag Remy down to the Medical Lab. Kitty, Lance and Wanda gat as comfortable as they could in the Commons Room, while the Professor and Mr. McCoy headed down to the Medical Lab exchanging looks of worry along the way. There was a lot hanging in the balance. If they could help Remy more of Magneto's team may see the mansion as more of a safe haven, whereas if they were unable to help Remy they could very well have a full scale war on their hands.
Kitty look uncharacteristically weary as she sat in the Commons Room with Lance and Wanda.
"Are you alright?" asked Lance.
"Ya, I'll be fine in like a few minutes," said Kitty, "I never realized how much yelling took out of you. No wonder Mr. Logan is always in a bad mood."
Lance couldn't help, but snicker.