Disclaimer: Of course I don't own any of the characters or anything else mentioned in this story. I'd like to borrow Logan's claws to go after those bastard typos that escaped my spellchecker last chapter...
Notes: thanks silvergrifin for the kind review.
One more thing...well, two actually. Any suggestions on villains are more than welcome. I'm kinda stuck on which bad guys should be behind this. As for the comic relief portion: I'm sure it's been done before, if not multiple times. Just warning you about that...
On with the story...
Logan woke up a few hours later, plagued by the usual nightmares. The clock read 2:17. 2:17 what? AM? PM? He tumbled out of bed, claws out, slashing at the sheets he was tangled in. Fit of thrashing over, he brushed the shards of cloth off, face hinting some embarrassment. Sure, there was no one in the room, but he felt disoriented and a little confused (he hadn't decided it late night or afternoon yet) and couldn't help but hear some joke comparing that rather oafish display to ol' Gumbo's natural agility.
Standing next to the window, looking into the dark Westchester, New York night, he determined that it was 2:17 AM, rather than PM. Gathering his bearings, he began an inventory of his virus-induced physical ailments.
-hands: after the incident with the sheets, they'd healed like they usually did
-head: his headache was gone
-stomach: no sign of nausea
The fever seemed to be gone too, so he decided to head down to the kitchen for a beer.
The next day, after the "how are you feeling?" interrogation process and Xavier's update on the information he and the rest of the X-Men had gathered regarding the virus outbreak-or lack thereof, all they knew was that it seemed isolated-Logan raided the fridge for some breakfast. Before he knew it, Scott had him cornered and was handing him a grocery list.
"You've got to be kiddin', Cyke! There's no way I'm doing the flamin' grocery shopping! Get 'Ro to do it! You go do it!"
"She's doing research on the outbreak, I'm busy, you're the only one not doing anything," Scott emphasized the last phrase coldly. "Take Jubilee or one of the others with you." Scott looked down at the list, "you may want to bring her with you, actually," he fought back a smirk. Logan wasn't listening.
"No damn way!"
Suddenly Hank bounded into the room, followed by Bobby. Logan shot them a death-glare. Hank opened his mouth to say something.
"Can it, McCoy. Twinkies ain't on the list."
Bobby snatched the paper from Logan and grabbed the pen that Scott was holding, scribbling hastily. "They are now," he grinned.
"Thirkres?" Logan attempted to read Bobby's writing. He grumbled and headed off to the garage to get one of the cars.
Tossing a box of Cheeze-Its into the cart, Logan consulted the list one last time. Suddenly he froze, "T-T-T-T," he sputtered out loud to himself. He quickly parked the cart in the cereal aisle and ran outside to the pay phone.
"Hello?" fortunately for him, Jubilee answered.
"Hey, Jubes, you gotta help me out, kid."
"Wolvie? What happened?"
"Cyke sent me to the grocery store, Jean or someone," he paused, grimacing.
Jubilee started laughing on the other end of the phone line. "Let me guess, tampons are on the list?"
Logan grunted. "I'm heading back to the mansion, I'll pick you up in a minute," he hung up, hopped into the car and sped off.
"He's back!" Bobby and Hank were waiting near the door.
"There's no Twinkies in the car, bub. Didn't do the shopping yet."
Jubilee sped out the door, grabbing the sleeve of Logan's shirt as she ran out the door, "Come on Wolvie," she said.
"I uh forgot to bring Jubilation. One-eye said t' take her along," he muttered gruffly.
Bobby winked at Hank as they left. He grinned, whispering what he had seen on the list when he
took it to add the coveted snack item.
Logan stuffed his hands uncomfortably into his pockets as the last package went through the checkout, trying to retain some sense of his tough image. He paid for the groceries quickly, snarl matching the cashier's smirk. Jubilee pushed the cart out of the store.
"Oh Wolvie it's no big deal!" she smiled, pushing the cart across the parking lot.
"It's a huge flamin'," he stopped, detecting a foul odor in the air. *SNICKT * He swung his arm backwards, adamantium slashing through a gob of green slime, narrowly missing the car door. "Toad," he muttered under his breath, almost running off in pursuit of the amphibious villain before noticing that he was nowhere in sight and his scent had faded almost entirely. "Come on, let's get outta here," he said, retracting the claws and stuffing the last grocery bag in the trunk.
Notes: thanks silvergrifin for the kind review.
One more thing...well, two actually. Any suggestions on villains are more than welcome. I'm kinda stuck on which bad guys should be behind this. As for the comic relief portion: I'm sure it's been done before, if not multiple times. Just warning you about that...
On with the story...
Logan woke up a few hours later, plagued by the usual nightmares. The clock read 2:17. 2:17 what? AM? PM? He tumbled out of bed, claws out, slashing at the sheets he was tangled in. Fit of thrashing over, he brushed the shards of cloth off, face hinting some embarrassment. Sure, there was no one in the room, but he felt disoriented and a little confused (he hadn't decided it late night or afternoon yet) and couldn't help but hear some joke comparing that rather oafish display to ol' Gumbo's natural agility.
Standing next to the window, looking into the dark Westchester, New York night, he determined that it was 2:17 AM, rather than PM. Gathering his bearings, he began an inventory of his virus-induced physical ailments.
-hands: after the incident with the sheets, they'd healed like they usually did
-head: his headache was gone
-stomach: no sign of nausea
The fever seemed to be gone too, so he decided to head down to the kitchen for a beer.
The next day, after the "how are you feeling?" interrogation process and Xavier's update on the information he and the rest of the X-Men had gathered regarding the virus outbreak-or lack thereof, all they knew was that it seemed isolated-Logan raided the fridge for some breakfast. Before he knew it, Scott had him cornered and was handing him a grocery list.
"You've got to be kiddin', Cyke! There's no way I'm doing the flamin' grocery shopping! Get 'Ro to do it! You go do it!"
"She's doing research on the outbreak, I'm busy, you're the only one not doing anything," Scott emphasized the last phrase coldly. "Take Jubilee or one of the others with you." Scott looked down at the list, "you may want to bring her with you, actually," he fought back a smirk. Logan wasn't listening.
"No damn way!"
Suddenly Hank bounded into the room, followed by Bobby. Logan shot them a death-glare. Hank opened his mouth to say something.
"Can it, McCoy. Twinkies ain't on the list."
Bobby snatched the paper from Logan and grabbed the pen that Scott was holding, scribbling hastily. "They are now," he grinned.
"Thirkres?" Logan attempted to read Bobby's writing. He grumbled and headed off to the garage to get one of the cars.
Tossing a box of Cheeze-Its into the cart, Logan consulted the list one last time. Suddenly he froze, "T-T-T-T," he sputtered out loud to himself. He quickly parked the cart in the cereal aisle and ran outside to the pay phone.
"Hello?" fortunately for him, Jubilee answered.
"Hey, Jubes, you gotta help me out, kid."
"Wolvie? What happened?"
"Cyke sent me to the grocery store, Jean or someone," he paused, grimacing.
Jubilee started laughing on the other end of the phone line. "Let me guess, tampons are on the list?"
Logan grunted. "I'm heading back to the mansion, I'll pick you up in a minute," he hung up, hopped into the car and sped off.
"He's back!" Bobby and Hank were waiting near the door.
"There's no Twinkies in the car, bub. Didn't do the shopping yet."
Jubilee sped out the door, grabbing the sleeve of Logan's shirt as she ran out the door, "Come on Wolvie," she said.
"I uh forgot to bring Jubilation. One-eye said t' take her along," he muttered gruffly.
Bobby winked at Hank as they left. He grinned, whispering what he had seen on the list when he
took it to add the coveted snack item.
Logan stuffed his hands uncomfortably into his pockets as the last package went through the checkout, trying to retain some sense of his tough image. He paid for the groceries quickly, snarl matching the cashier's smirk. Jubilee pushed the cart out of the store.
"Oh Wolvie it's no big deal!" she smiled, pushing the cart across the parking lot.
"It's a huge flamin'," he stopped, detecting a foul odor in the air. *SNICKT * He swung his arm backwards, adamantium slashing through a gob of green slime, narrowly missing the car door. "Toad," he muttered under his breath, almost running off in pursuit of the amphibious villain before noticing that he was nowhere in sight and his scent had faded almost entirely. "Come on, let's get outta here," he said, retracting the claws and stuffing the last grocery bag in the trunk.
