A/N: Muahahaha, Selph, me dear, in this installment we're all going to see just how stupid Scott is!

WARNING: This chapter contains brief reference to a sexual encounter, profanity, Scott stupidity, terrorizing and humiliation as well as continued Jean-bashing. Yippee! Um …. Honestly though, I may have gotten a liil carried away.

It is inspired by an old song by The Shirelles called "Foolish Little Girl" but it has of course been adapted to reflect Scott's actions in this installment. The lyrics to said song are at the end of this chapter, along with a bit of playful commentary by me, I think you'll agree the chorus soooo fits our fickle lil Cyke. Oh, and before I forget, since music is SUCH an inspiration for me and most writers, I've selected the perfect song for Jean as well - while Scooter is "Foolish Little Girl (boy)" in this series Jeannie is at all times NWA's "A Bitch Is A Bitch." That song sooooo suits her and if you're familiar with it, I'm sure you'll agree. *hehehehe*

*cackles maniacally* The oh-so-picture-perfect couple that is known as Jean & Scott is such fun to twist, manipulate and toy with!

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Foolish Little Boy

With only minutes to spare before dinner would be served, Rogue sat on the counter around Logan's bathroom sink and watched him shaving.

Like her, he wore only the towel he'd wrapped around his body after they stepped from their long and very thorough shower. Both of them could say with all certainty that there wasn't a single millimeter of their bodies that hadn't been … scrubbed … by soapy hands.

Jean was forgotten and all was right with the world as Rogue watched a drop of water run down her lover's chest.

Without thinking of the consequences she leaned forward and delicately lapped that droplet up just before it slid over his flat stomach.

He growled and cursed as her actions caused him to jerk and cut himself with the old fashioned razor she'd demanded he use.

"Aww, sorry, shuga," the young woman said with a smile as she kissed the small nick that had already healed itself.

The sight of her nose, lips and chin dotted with the fluffy white shaving cream that covered his jaw made Logan chuckle before dragging her against him for a deep, messy kiss.

"Stop. Stop," she cried out laughingly as he deliberately made sure her face got covered with the foam.

She fell back against the bathroom mirror with a grimace of distaste as her tongue touched some of the shaving cream and she tasted the nasty stuff.

Turning her head just a bit she pouted at his reflection when she saw what a mess he'd made of her just cleaned flesh.

"Jus' look at this mess," she moaned while wiping the white residue from her face.

"This was your idea, darlin'. I've got a nice clean electric razor to do this, but no, my baby thinks watching a man get all lathered up in foam and shave it off with a straight-edged razor is soooo sexy," Logan reminded in an imitation of her voice as it had been when she made her request to watch him shave this way.

Pouting and resisting the urge to laugh at his antics, the young woman playfully smacked his shoulder with a glare.

"Ooh, ya wanna get rough again, do ya darlin'?" he pulled off his towel and used it to wipe his partly shaven face clean before grabbing her hips and pulling them to the edge of the counter. "First ya get all bloodthirsty with Jeannie then ya throw me on tha bed to have your wicked way with me and now ya wanna smack me around? What a violent lil vixen you are, Rogue."

Giving in to her need to laugh said vixen wraps her arms and legs around his body and chuckled while pressing kisses along his jaw.

"Fahst, shuga, Jean had it comin'. Second, ya love mah wicked way with yer oh-so-sexah body. Finally, Ah only wanted ta smack ya tha once for makin' fun of mah accent," she defended as she moved her mouth to lick at his.

"Wasn't makin' fun of anything 'bout ya, baby, just statin' facts," he delayed the moment when they'd kiss to remove the towel she wore. "I happen to love your accent. Makes me hard and wanna throw ya against the nearest flat surface to have my wicked way with your oh-so-sexah body everytime your sweet little lips part to call me 'shuga.'"

"Really?" she stopped her playing with his body to draw back and ask.

"Really."

"Aww, shuga, Ah feel tha same way when ya call me darlin' or baby," she confessed with a tender smile.

Smiling wickedly, he shifted her hips on the counter and suddenly thrust the erection she'd stirred to life again into her equally aroused core.

"Well then, darlin', it's a good thing you're on a flat surface."

Indeed it was, she thought as his hands kept her balanced on the edge of the counter and his chest pressed her shoulders and head back against the mirror they were steaming up.

~*~*~

She was positively glowing, Betsy thought with a satisfied smile when Rogue strolled into the dining room pressed tightly against her lover's side as they whispered to and smiled at one another.

Neither of them had ever looked happier and it was a fact every person seated at the large table noticed.

A few of the newer team members were surprised by the sight, but not at all disapproving. Seeing the pair so happy together silently thrilled all but one person at the table.

Had Jean had the guts to leave her bedroom and face the others after her shameless actions earlier, Betsy knew there would have been two twits sulking over Logan and Rogue's bliss.

Since Red remained in hiding, her idiot boyfriend was left the only one disapproving of their relationship.

Honestly, Elizabeth thought with a warning glare in Scott's direction, she'd never seen to people so bloody perfect for each other. They were both so superior bossy anal perfectionist idiots who wanted the whole world to revolve around them and got all huffy whenever reality intruded on their little delusions and showed just how insignificant they were.

Even through his concealing ruby shades, Betsy could tell the boy was checking out this new happy Rogue and enjoying the view immensely. Continuing to have her warning glances ignored by the thickheaded lug, she realized she'd have to be more direct again.

~~ Stop it! ~~

The boy jumped at her telepathic shout and turned to frown disapprovingly at her.

~~ Stop doing that. ~~

~~ I'll stop popping into your tiny little brain and lecturing when you stop being such a bloody arse. Rogue is Logan's girl now. Once again I remind you you've blown your chances there by choosing Jean so just stick your Miss Priss twit. ~~

~~ She obviously isn't mine if she's tackling Logan in hallways. ~~

Turning her head to the side so she could roll her eyes in disgust at his pouting without getting him all huffy at her, Betsy wasn't surprised to hear that the story had already gotten round to his hearing.

~~ Look, luv, that was just a fluke. Just like your little thing for our Rogue. You're both seeing these two in a new way and are surprised by the sight. ~~

Bloody 'ell, it was nauseating to play at being all understanding of those two, the British girl thought even as she uttered the reassuring thought to Scott.

~~ That may be, but I've never made the kind of move on Rogue that Jean did on Logan. She went too far. ~~

~~ Don't give me that, I can read your mind, luv. You'll not get by with trying to play the martyr in this situation with me. The only reason you haven't approached Rogue is first you were bloody terrified or her skin and recently she been totally wrapped up in Logan. I know good and well, though, that you spent this weekend thinking up ways to get her alone and make your move. She's in love with Logan, moving in with him today and will eventually marry the big guy. If you've got any of the bloody smarts you're given credit for you'll keep you bloody gob shut! ~~

~~ You nosy little bitch! What do you know about any of that? Hasn't the Professor lectured you and Jean both about stopping this damn uninvited prying into our minds?! ~~

~~ That he has, but it's bloody difficult for us when we've got twits like you projecting your bloody thoughts to us like some blasted show on the telly. ~~

~~ That is enough from both of you. You're making a spectacle of yourselves and the dinner table is no place for such discussions. ~~

Both Betsy and Scott jerked their heads around to stare at the man at the head of the table. The Professor was looking at them quite sternly and a glance around at the others showed everyone ignoring their food to stare at the tense and angry pair.

It also made them both realize that at some point then risen to their feet and were now leaning furiously across the table toward each other, as the mental argument had grown more personal and insulting.

Giving Scott a look that said she wasn't done with him yet, Betsy shook off her thoughts about the idiot, sat down, smiled at everyone and returned to eating the remainder of her meal.

The young man ignored the glare and also sat down while returning his attention to Rogue who'd settled into the seat across the table from him. He overlooked the fact that she was practically sitting in Logan's lap as the couple sat side by side and every once in a while playfully fed each other a little bite of their dinner or stole a morsel from the other's plate. It was frankly impossible to believe he was really seeing the Wolverine act like a normal, decent and loving human being, so Scott ignored that bit altogether. Instead he picked at the remains of his dinner and imagined the girl was smiling a megawatt smile at him while using her fingers to wipe a little bit of food from the corner of his mouth and offering the digit for him to lick clean.

Watching her actions with the other man, he told himself that the girl would be even happier with someone like himself.

~*~*~

While Hank and Logan went to Rogue's old bedroom to get the furniture she wanted moved, the young woman fled to Logan's room to straighten it up for company.

Upon entering the bedroom she blushed at the site of the clothes she and Logan had been wearing earlier strewn from the doorway to just before the bed with it's tangled sheets from their lovemaking.

Smiling as she remembered their passionate mating after she'd kicked Red's ass, Rogue quickly gathered the shoes, pants and underwear up and tossed them into the closet before closing it up.

Sure that the men would be there in no time, she rushed to start trying to straighten the voluminous bed linens. It was very awkward to try doing alone and she knew she'd have to settle for just trying to throw the comforter over the rumpled sheets so Hank wouldn't see them and know exactly what had been going on the mess the bed up.

Not that she thought for a moment that the whole mansion didn't know by now what she and Logan would be doing in his room, but she didn't really want any of them seeing actual evidence of their sexual escapades.

While she was bent to practically lying on the side of the bed to try arranging the covers in the middle of the huge mattress something suddenly moved to block the light coming into the room from the door she'd left open for Hank and Logan.

Mentally cursing the musclemen for being able to move the furniture so quickly she gave the comforter one last flick to try getting it over the sheets then gave up and straightened to greet the arrivals.

Only to find that it wasn't Hank or Logan when she turned smiling to face the person standing in the doorway.

"Sorry if I startled you, I was just about to knock," Scott said with a kind of shy smile as he removed his shades and blinked his brown eyes at her.

His actions seemed a little off to her and she frowned a bit wondering what he wanted.

"That's ok," she brushed off his apology, "was thare somethin' ya needed Logan for?"

"Actually," he tucked his hands into his pockets and walked into the room to stand next to her, "I was looking for you."

"What for?"

"It's just been so long since we've had time together to talk and I've missed that. Kind of wanted to do it again," he said while sitting uninvited on the bed.

"Really?" she asked skeptically as she crossed her arms over her chest and gave him an impersonation of Logan's intimidating stare.

Uncovered as they were, it was impossible for Rogue to miss the way his eyes darted to her chest as her actions pressed the top swells of her breasts more firmly against the shirt she wore.

"Scott!" she exclaimed with distaste at the look before dropping her arms and stepping away from him.

"I'm sorry, Rogue, I just can't help it. You've always been so beautiful and unique to me, but I was too wrapped up in Jean to realize what I was really feeling for you. Now … now with your new look I just can't hide it any more."

Eyes widening in horror, she thrust out a hand and continued to stumble backward as he rose from the bed and approached her.

"Stop rahght thare!" she ordered.

Whipped little puppy he was he obeyed the order instantly like he did any other he was given.

"Ah don't know what yer damage is todah and Ah don't care. Frankly Ah've had enough of this crap from your Jeannie and Ah sure as hell wasn't expectin' or wantin' it from you. Whah can't eithah of you just accept that Logan and Ah are really togethah and that's jus the way we were always meant ta be?"

"Because it's not how you were meant to be, Rogue. You loved me first. Everyone here knows that," he moved forward until his chest was pressed against her out thrust palm then he raised his hands to hold that hand to him. "I love you, too, now, so just forget this Logan foolishness and let's be the couple we should have been all along."

Nearly gagging, she stared at him in utter disbelief and saw in his eyes that he really believed the crap he was spouting.

"Fahst of ahll," she began while tearing her hand from his and then angrily shoving him away from her, "Ah nevah have, do naught and nevah will love you. Sure, Ah was a bit smitten with ya in the beginning, but that all went out tha window when Ah really started payin' attention ta Logan. What Ah have with him is naught foolishness, it's love. Tha absolute real deal and somethin' you and your bitch obviously have no clue about. Unlahke Jean, Ah recognize and need a real man lahke Logan and Ah'll be damned if Ah'll let eithah of you interferin' dumbasses ta get between us."

Her absolute fury stunned the boy, who had expected to have her throwing herself happily in his arms about now, and he stumbled back until he fell upon the bed. The bouncy mattress the girls had enjoyed playing on earlier responded to his hard landing by springing back and sending the unsuspecting fool to the floor.

"Rogue," he began near begging as she moved to tower over him on the floor with hands on hips and fury in her green gaze.

Suddenly they both froze as the very distinct and familiar sound of Logan unleashing his claws was heard.

"What the hell is going on here?!" her man demanded coldly from the doorway.

While Scott's eyes widened in absolute guilty horror, Rogue smiled happily at her lover and forgot all about the waste of manhood lying terrified on the floor.

"Nothin', shuga," she said soothingly while strolling over to wrap her arms around his waist and kiss his cheek.

"This don't look like nuttin to me, darlin'," he growled, no relaxing his stance or moving his eyes from Scott.

"Look, Logan, it's not what it looks like," Scott finally jumped to his feet to try being all rational and commanding.

The daunting figure in the doorway stepped threateningly into the room with a growl, causing the oh-so-strong and manly team leader to shriek like a girl and stumble backward until he slammed into the bedroom wall.

Enjoying the show as much as she was now assuming Logan enjoyed watching her beat Jean around, Rogue leant against the doorframe and indulgently watched her lover play.

Suddenly while her ears picked up movement in the hallway behind her and she ducked her head outside the room to see Hank approaching with the desk from her former bedroom raised above his head. When his blue eyes meet her green ones she waved for him to put the desk down and be quiet before turning her attention back to the man and wannabe-man boy in the room.

She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud as she saw the current situation in the bedroom.

Logan had one clawed fist slammed against the wall beside Cyclops and the three claws of his other hand were resting mere inches from the petrified boy's chest. The kid wasn't even daring to breathe as his eyes remained locked on those deadly claws.

"You tryin' to take my girl?" her lover snarled in his very arousing – to her, at least – Wolverine fashion.

"No. No. Nuh…Nuhnanana, never Logan," Scott stuttered out while frantically shaking his head.

"I've got damn good eyesight, bub, and it tells me you were making a play for Rogue when I walked in here."

Rogue actually thought the guy was gonna faint from fear at the feral way Logan uttered those words, but instead he just continued to shake his head in denial while a spot of wetness darkened and spread over the front of the khaki pants he wore.

Though she couldn't see his face, she knew just by the way his body shifted that her man was now looking at his temporary hostage with pity and contempt at the loss of bladder control.

"I think that's enough of that, Logan. The boy's been sufficiently embarrassed," Hank spoke up from over her left shoulder.

While Scott went limp with relief, the man terrorizing him whipped his head around to glare at the other adult.

Reluctantly conceding that Beast was right, Logan snapped his head back around to issue a warning to the boy.

"If I ever even catch you alone in the same room with my girl again I'll skewer you with these babies," he sliced his claws through the air perilously close to Scott's nose, "and turn your guts to garters for Red."

Turning a curious shade of green at the graphic threat, the boy nodded his understanding and acceptance of the words before throwing both hands over his mouth and fleeing the room.

Laughing with pride and having found the whole scene quite entertaining, Rogue flew across the room and jumped in her lover's arms just as he retracted his claws.

"That was mahvelous, shuga! Even bettah than what Ah did ta Jean," she rained kisses over his face, "Ah'll nevah forget tha look on his face! Nevah! And when he actually peed his pahnts?! Prahceless! Then yer threat at tha very end? Ah bet he got as fahr as the potted plants in tha hallway before hurlin' up his dinnah!"

Her Alpha male, having proven dominance over all others to impress is mate, chuckled for a moment in satisfied triumph before beginning to growl and change Rogue's playful kisses to hungry, nearly savage ones that got her moaning and clawing at his shirt.

Forgotten in the doorway, Hank shook his big blue head with a smile at their surprising little mating rituals as he shut the door and stepped back into the hallway.

With a sudden grimace of revulsion, the man turned and saw that Rogue had lost her bet on how far Scott made it before vomiting. A nauseatingly chunky pile of regurgitated dinner lay just a few feet from him on the Oriental rug that ran the length of the hallway.

Holding his breath, the thoughtful man rolled the carpeting up to take outside and hose down.

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The Shirelles

Foolish Little Girl – can be found on CD Shirelles Greatest Hits

Lyrics courtesy of lyricsdepot.com, comments in parentheses () are my snide lil remarks.

spoken:
"You broke his heart and made him cry,
And he's been blue since then. (Luckily Rogue never let the dick break her heart, but he's sure bruised her confidence in the Evo series.)

Now he's found somebody new

And you want him back again" (Wouldn't that soooo be Scott?!)

Chorus-
Foolish little girl, fickle little girl (Fickle indeed with his little pickle, forgetting about Jean to chase Rogue)
You didn't want him when he wanted you (Got THAT right, tha moron)
He's found another love, it's her he's dreaming of (don't we all dream about Logan sometimes?)
And there's not a single thing that you can do (Except run for cover 'cause your on mah man's hit list for mackin' on his girl!)

Backup singer aka the foolish lil girl: "But I love him" (too little too late)

The Shirelles: "No you don't it's just your pride that's hurt" (you can say that again, sista!)
Lil girl: " I still love him" (you don't know the meaning of the words!)
Shirelles: "If you got him back again, you'd go right out and do him dirt" (Right on rahght on!)

repeat chorus

Girl: "But I love him"
Shirelles: "It's too late to have a change of heart" (Don't these ladies tell it like it is?!)
Girl: "I still love him"
Shirelles: "Tomorrow is his wedding day and you'll keep quiet if you're smart!" (That's such a Betsy line ain't it? I just had to have her use a variation on it in this chappie.)

repeat chorus

All Shirelles: "Forget him cause he don't belong to you" (Whoo Hoo, ya tell that pansy ass, ladies!)
It's too late he's found somebody new (and Logan be soooo much bettah than Cyke)

There's not a single thing that you can do." (Amen to that. Go back to your lil bitch and leave the happy couple alone. You and Jean are meant to be. No one ELSE on Earth is desperate enough to have either one of you for prolonged periods!)

Now I want all y'all to sing alone with me here for the chorus of another classic by the group Steam:

Na na na na, na na na na, Hey Hey Hey Goodbye!

Ah can't hear ya yet, sing it lowder now

"Na na na na, Na na na na, Hey Hey HEY Goodbye!"

Whoo Hoo, that's mah reader's for me! Get down wit yo bad selves!

*runs away from the men trying to lure me into the pretty white jacket they have and gets down wit mah bad self while tinkin' bout the next chappie*

No, fans, Mishka ain't off her meds.

She refused to take them all her life.

Sanity is sooooooo over-rated.