Part 2
Dr. Hank McCoy, a.k.a. Beast, sat at his desk in his med lab office. It had been a rough morning. His new experiment had blown up and blue gunk covered the walls of the once sterling white med lab. He had misplaced the notes he had on the experiment. Without the notes to rely on, Hank had guessed the formula for the experiment. That had proven to be a mistake. Hank thought for sure that he had sat them down on his desk a few days ago. His desk was an endless mess of papers and it would take an absolute miracle to find them. He sighed as he begun his second search thru the endless piles. Eighteen minutes and countless papers later, he emerged from his desk victorious. A reward, he thought, was called for. Hank sauntered over to the medicine cabinet, which contained a secret compartment that held his golden cream filled beauties. He started to drool just thinking about how delicious they tasted. After checking to make sure no one else was present in the room, he opened the medicine cabinet. He moved a few bottles and boxes, exposing the secret compartment. A large smile spread across Hank's lips as he slowly opened the compartment. The smile quickly faded as he beheld the sight in front of his eyes, the compartment was stripped bare of its contents. Hank closed his eyes for a few seconds, praying that they were playing tricks on him. He counted to ten and opened his eyes to still find that the Twinkies were gone. Someone had found his stash. He stepped back baffled. He'd never told anyone about his hiding place. How in the world did they manage to find it? An answer was need to that question, time for a game of twenty questions.
Storm, Rogue, Remy, Jubilee, and Bobby emerged from the danger room exhausted and in a much better mood. The intense session had taken Storm's mind off the coffee incident. She was once again her old self. Jubilee and Bobby were back into the groove of thing, picking on each other. Jubilee took off running as a snowball begun to form in Bobby's hand. With the newly made snowball in his hand, Bobby took off in pursuit of her. Rogue and Remy were making their way to the kitchen, to try and find something decent to eat. Deciding that she too needed something to eat, Storm followed the two lovebirds. Rogue entered the kitchen like a woman on a mission. Her mission if she should choose to accept it was to hunt down and devour the rest of the double chocolate ice cream. "Ah accept, sugah", she thought and laughed. She flung open the freezer door, looked at top shelf, and ran her hand to the back of the freezer. She felt the box and slowly removed it. Without stopping to view the box, she grabbed a spoon out of a drawer, and waltzed over to the kitchen table to complete her mission. She closed her eyes, opened the box, plunged the spoon in, and lifted it to her mouth. Remy and Storm looked at her, pleased that someone at least was successful at finding something good to eat. They then turned their attention back to the task at hand, finding something other than health food to eat. Rogue guided the spoon in her mouth. As soon as the contents of the box hit her taste buds, she made an ugly face. She forced herself to swallow, nearly gagging as she did. "What the hell?" she said peering down at the box on the table. Deciding she needed a closer look, she picked the box up and her eyes grew wide as she read the writing on it, "Fat Free, Sugar Free, English Toffee Ice Cream". Rogue slammed her fist down on the table, leaving a gaping hole in the red wood. Remy and Storm stopped what they were doing and looked at the outraged southern belle. Rogue rose from the kitchen table with box in hand, opened the sliding doors that led to the pool area, and threw the disgusting box of ice cream like a football. The ice cream shot across the lawn like a rocket. At the rate it was flying, the ice cream would reach NYC in no time. The ice cream rocket would never reach its destination; something was blocking its path. A loud growl filled Rogue's ears and she turned away from the door with her hand over her mouth. She ran over and hid behind Remy. He was in the process of turning to face her and ask her what was the matter. The answer came as Logan stormed in, one hand on his forehead, and the other exposing his claws. Remy forced down the laughter that was trying to escape. Storm stared at the floor, knowing if she looked at Logan she'd die of laughter. As a threat, Logan waved his claws in the air, but retracted them as his eyes meet Rogue's apologetic green ones. Logan shook his head, "That was one hell of a welcome home, darlin'". He chuckled lightly. A fit of laughter broke out in the kitchen. The laughter died as Bobby entered and sat down at the table, and placed his head in his hands. Hank followed right behind him, spewing out question after question.
Bobby raised his head and looked at his teammates, "Please! Please! Make him stop! He's gone crazy!"
Hank pointed his large blue index finger at each individual suspect. "I know that one of is guilty of this horrid crime. One of you is the Twinkie thief. If you confess now, I will go easy on you. Any one care to come clean?? (A minute of silence goes by) Suit yourselves, we will do this the hard way."
"Hank, mon ami, what are y' talkin' 'bout? The Cajun asks.
"My dear friend, Mr. Lebeau, perhaps it was you. You are after all a master thief. Yes it all makes perfect sense now. You're the guilty party." Hank states pointing his finger at Remy.
"Twinkies? Remy got more valuable stuff to steal den stupid cakes. Merde! Dis is crazy. Remy goin' outside an' calm his nerves" Remy turned on his heels and left.
Hank was not done with him. He proceeded to go after Remy and start his line of questions. He made his way to the kitchen doorway only to be stopped by Logan.
"Hold it right there, bub! Where do you think you are going?"
"Get out of my way Logan. I am not done with him." Hank said trying to push the short man out of the way, but Logan wouldn't move.
"Hank, get a hold of yourself, would you? Come sit down, I'll get you something that will help calm you " Logan said.
Hank stopped pushing Logan, turned around, walked over to the table, and sat down. What had come over him? He was acting like a mad scientist. He looked at his friend Bobby and apologized. Bobby just smiled at him in response. Rogue and Storm remained huddled in a corner, eyes still locked on Beast. Logan walked over to the ladies and invited them to join the guys for a beer. Rogue and Storm just looked at Logan and then looked back at each other, neither one of them wanted to be the one to tell him about the lack of beer. He shrugged and proceeded to the frige.
Remy sat outside on one of the Institutes many benches. Today had been rough and he was long overdue for a cigarette. Just one? Hell, he could probably smoke the whole pack right now. He reached in the pocket of his trench coat, which he had just put on prior to coming outside. "Dis be strange", he said to himself. His cigarettes were not in their usual pocket. He shrugged and started to search the other pockets of his trench coat. The search proved to be unsuccessful. "Maybe, I left dem in my room", he managed to think. Remy quickly vacated the bench and ran up to his room. He checked his nightstand. No, they weren't there. "Dey must have fallen on de floor," he thought. He checked the floor. Not there either. He tapped his fingers on the hard wood floor, thinking. The light bulb turned on in his head. Rogue's room that had to be where he'd left them. Remy walked down the hall to the woman's wing, and into Rogue's room. He checked the nightstand, floor, and the bed. He let out a sigh and started going thru the drawer of Rogue's nightstand, thinking she must have hid them. He grinned devilishly as he pulled out a pair of black satin-laced tongs and matching bra. Rogue would definitely have to model those for him later. His grin turned into hysterical laughter as he eyes came across a smooth long flesh colored object. Remy had always known that Rogue was kinky; he just didn't realize she was that kinky. He sat for a moment lost in his naughty daydream. Once he snapped out of it, he carefully replaced the objects just as he had found them. If Rogue found out he'd been thru her stuff, she'd surely kill him. Remy looked back at the drawer, smiled, and exited the room. He hadn't located his cigarettes and his nicotine craving, which was temporarily dulled by his discovery, was back full force. He was going to die if he didn't satisfy it.
Orroro swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She just had to tell him. Logan's hand was on the handle of the frige door. She walked over to Logan, took a deep breath, "Logan we are out of beer." Logan turned his head and looked at her puzzled.
"Logan did you hear me?" she asked
Logan's look of puzzlement changed into a large grin, "That's like saying we're out of coffee, darlin'"
Coffee. He said coffee. Orroro gentle face changed back into one of rage. She glared at the short man, "Look here you short shit, there's no beer!" She opened the fridge and shoved Logan's face in it. "SEE!"
Logan was shocked and outraged at the sight before him and at the woman who had her hand on the back of his head. He reached up and ripped Orroro's hand away from the back of his head. He stood up right and looked the tall goddess in the eye (as well as he could) and unleashed his claws. They exchanged heated words. Both of their tempers passed the boiling point. Remy entered the room chewing on pencil held by his shaking hand. He needed a cigarette badly. The pencil fell from his mouth and hand as soon as he saw Logan and Orroro about to throw down. He stepped in between the two trying to break up the heated argument. This only resulted in him getting dragged into it. Now instead of two arguing X-men there was three. Rogue came to the aid of her lover. Score another X-men for the argument. Hank and Bobby, deciding that two would be more successful than one at breaking up this evolving argument, forced their way thru everyone into the middle. Bad decision as insults were hurled and fists began to fly. They soon started defending their selves and fighting back. The loud commotion soon caught the attention of Jubilee who was in the recreation room watching TV. She came running into the kitchen and soon found herself in the mix as well. A two-person argument had evolved into a seven person free for all.
