Ok, I know, what everyone thinks: Ehh, when did this turn into a Bobby/Bishop story?
To be honest, I have no clue.
The story just sort of continued writing itself, although I suppose, my muse had something
to do with it(glares at Line, who only shrugs and disappears in a cloud of red printer ink).
Still, I hope, you enjoy.
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Lost bets and dignities
*~
Hank had patched up both Storm and Jean, then restricted the ladies to their respective bed.
Scott came to visit his wife, bringing a bundle of red roses along, while Remy, Rogue,
Kurt, Betsy and Warren carried flowers, candies, cards, stuffed animals and other presents
to Storm's bed.
Frowning, Ororo opened the first card.
'Thanks' stood there in Rogue's writing, the next one with 'Merci beaucoup' was no doubt from
Gambit. Kurt's 'Danke!' and Psylocke's 'Well done, sweetie!' were as characteristic as Angel's
'With sincere gratitude'.
Upon her puzzled expression, a happy chorus of
"She sure had it coming!" sounded through the care ward.
*~
Bishop really gave everything, as he whined:
"..Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl? And they say, she's so lucky, she's a star, but she cry
cry cries, with a lonely heart, thinking, if there's nothing missing in my live, then whyyyyyyyy
do these tears come at night?"
He opened his eyes wide for a perfect puppy-dog-look-
and stared directly into Logan's baffled face.
Crickets sounded in the distance.
Aside of that, everything was quiet.
And then Bishop let out a scream of absolute despair.
*~
Jubilee ran towards the mansion, knowing, Bobby would sooner or later show up at her door.
And there was no way she wanted to miss this.
*~
Bobby meanwhile stared at the pile in front of him.
Oh well, better to get this over with, fast.
At least, he had the perfect excuse.
*~
"Now, honey, don't grovel. Remember what you told me, you read in that women's magazine?
Groveling and frowning cause folds, wrinkles and crawfeet. And you don't want that to happen,
do you?" Scott hushed.
He kissed his wife and said:
"I'll go to bed now, too, so I can get up early and bring you breakfast, how does that sound?"
Barfing and gagging noises from the other X-Men present all but swallowed Jean's reply.
*~
"Care to explain, bub?" grunted Logan, as he pretended to look down on the shocked time-traveler.
The fact, that the 200-and-something-pounds man wore a frilly white lace thong still highly
disturbed him, as did the ring.
Bishop only hiccupped.
As the last remains of the drug swooshed out the door, Logan had opened by entering, the whole
measure of his eerie situation came crushing down on Bishop.
Another choked sob escaped Bishop's throath, as Logan lit a cigar and asked:
"So, what happened? Ya loose a bet, or what?"
And suddenly, Bishop had a desperate, if insane, plan.
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Ok, wait, just..let..me..get into..my...there. Now you can bring on the flames.
To be honest, I have no clue.
The story just sort of continued writing itself, although I suppose, my muse had something
to do with it(glares at Line, who only shrugs and disappears in a cloud of red printer ink).
Still, I hope, you enjoy.
#######################################################
Lost bets and dignities
*~
Hank had patched up both Storm and Jean, then restricted the ladies to their respective bed.
Scott came to visit his wife, bringing a bundle of red roses along, while Remy, Rogue,
Kurt, Betsy and Warren carried flowers, candies, cards, stuffed animals and other presents
to Storm's bed.
Frowning, Ororo opened the first card.
'Thanks' stood there in Rogue's writing, the next one with 'Merci beaucoup' was no doubt from
Gambit. Kurt's 'Danke!' and Psylocke's 'Well done, sweetie!' were as characteristic as Angel's
'With sincere gratitude'.
Upon her puzzled expression, a happy chorus of
"She sure had it coming!" sounded through the care ward.
*~
Bishop really gave everything, as he whined:
"..Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl? And they say, she's so lucky, she's a star, but she cry
cry cries, with a lonely heart, thinking, if there's nothing missing in my live, then whyyyyyyyy
do these tears come at night?"
He opened his eyes wide for a perfect puppy-dog-look-
and stared directly into Logan's baffled face.
Crickets sounded in the distance.
Aside of that, everything was quiet.
And then Bishop let out a scream of absolute despair.
*~
Jubilee ran towards the mansion, knowing, Bobby would sooner or later show up at her door.
And there was no way she wanted to miss this.
*~
Bobby meanwhile stared at the pile in front of him.
Oh well, better to get this over with, fast.
At least, he had the perfect excuse.
*~
"Now, honey, don't grovel. Remember what you told me, you read in that women's magazine?
Groveling and frowning cause folds, wrinkles and crawfeet. And you don't want that to happen,
do you?" Scott hushed.
He kissed his wife and said:
"I'll go to bed now, too, so I can get up early and bring you breakfast, how does that sound?"
Barfing and gagging noises from the other X-Men present all but swallowed Jean's reply.
*~
"Care to explain, bub?" grunted Logan, as he pretended to look down on the shocked time-traveler.
The fact, that the 200-and-something-pounds man wore a frilly white lace thong still highly
disturbed him, as did the ring.
Bishop only hiccupped.
As the last remains of the drug swooshed out the door, Logan had opened by entering, the whole
measure of his eerie situation came crushing down on Bishop.
Another choked sob escaped Bishop's throath, as Logan lit a cigar and asked:
"So, what happened? Ya loose a bet, or what?"
And suddenly, Bishop had a desperate, if insane, plan.
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Ok, wait, just..let..me..get into..my...there. Now you can bring on the flames.