A/N: For disclaimers and stuff, see the first chapter.
Jesslover: I hope this is soon enough. Daysprings Daughter: Thanks you for rewieving this and my other story. And I have some grammar mistackes and such because english isn't my first language. Jubes: Well, now all in fanfiction can read chapter two, so you can comment that you aren't going to spoil anything. Glad you liked it.
Well, now on with the show. Oh, and sorry for the format, but fanfiction and my pc don't get along very well.
Title: Enough is Enough
The hall: Logan walked towards Ororo, who was distracted fishing her keys from her purse as she headed to the front door.
"So. The kids are in jail, again." Logan's gruff voice rang out and Ororo jumped hearing her husband's serious voice. She turned around with a guilty smile.
"Well, yes. How did you know?"
"N'Dare." Logan said stopping in front of his wife as he crossed his arms to his chest and grinned. "She's three years old, she repeats all she hears. remember that's why you tell me to watch my tongue around her. She doesn't know what jail is, but sure as hell can repeat the letters." He couldn't help but smile at the thought of his little girl, but soon that smile faded when he remembered where their oldest sons were. "So, what did they do this time?"
"They. They had an accident. They crashed into a shop's window." Ororo said, and Logan arched an eyebrow in question.
"They crashed with what? I told Gumbo not to teach them how to wire cars."
"No, they didn't. Oh, you're going to find out anyway. They took your motorcycle." Logan didn't say anything, just stood with a blank face. "Logan. Logan, I know you're angry."
"How are they?" Logan interrupted her, not moving an inch of his body.
"Charlie is all right, he has your healing factor, after all. Jimmy has a few scratches, a sprained ankle and a lump. but he could be worse, he wasn't wearing a helmet. We need to talk seriously with Charlie."
"And with Jimmy too, sure Charlie drags him along, but he let himself be dragged, we talked with him about that, about being his own man. Not to mention the discussion we had with them both about all shit they've pulled since they started school." Logan stated his anger flaring. "I'm not angry about my motorcycle, 'Ro, if they wanted to know how to ride it, they should have asked me and I would've taught them how. I'm angry about the going out without asking, the doing the first stupid thing that crosses their mind, the fights." He stopped and looked at his wife. "Shit, I'm angry because they're just like me. We need to put a stop at this, 'Ro. Come on let's go." He took the keys from her hand and headed towards the door.
"Logan they're fourteen. you yelling at them isn't going to work, that is just going to make them more rebellious." Ororo tried to reason with him, as she hurryied after him.
"I'm not going to yell at them, darlin. Don't worry about that." He stopped in the door and shouted. "Scooter, give N'Dare a bath."
Ororo and Logan left before they could see a very displeased Scott and a happy N'Dare peering through the kitchen's door.
"Why me?" Mumbled him, looking down at the smiling and dirty girl.
The jail:
Jimmy Howlett was sitting on a bench, looking miserable. He had his right ankle covered in bandages and ice, a lot of scratches in his mocha skin and a bump in his forehead, also covered in ice. All in all, he missed his uncle Bobby, who could have done the ice thing much easier. He looked up and saw his brother, looking as well as ever, leaning against the wall and grinning like mad.
"What are you grinning at? Father is gonna kill us. A slow, painful death." Jimmy shuddered, remembering the current state our their father's beloved motorcycle and from the cold of the ice pressed against his forehead.
"Nah, he loves us. He's gonna yell, but nothing more. Besides we impressed Zaina and Lynn, and that in itself is worth whatever punishment dad gives us." Charlie said as he moved and took a seat beside his twin, his golden eyebrow ring, the only thing that normally made them different, shining in the light. "Shit, you even have some 'battle scars' to show off at school next Monday. And Lynn was so worried about you. That's a good thing, bro."
Jimmy smiled. "Yeah, she was. But I still think that Father isn't going to be too please. Mom didn't seem very pleased when I talked to her. And it was me who was talking, not you. Normally I can sweet talk her, but today she didn't let me say anything."
Charlie ruffled his brother black hair, still grinning. "No prob, bro one look at you and she is gonna be fussing, anger forgotten." He spoke standing again. "Just think about the good things, bro; girls love a guy with a bike, Dad told us that. And stop calling him Father you do that every time he's mad at us. Like it's gonna help our case any."
The Mansion:
N'Dare rushed into the bathroom, arms full of toys. Scott looked at her in awe this was the third load she had carried in. The floor was full of rubber ducks, frogs, snakes, fishes, turtles and some old boats that were her brothers.
"N'Dare, you surly can't bathe with all this?" He asked.
"Nope, Ariel gonna bath with me, too." She said, holding up a mermaid Barbie.
"Oh, ok, how could I forget Ariel?" Scott sighed and though. 'If Logan can do it, so can I.' He started to fill the bathtub with water.
"Unca Scott, I don't like cold water. But Ariel don't like hot water, so put it not too cold and not too hot, ok? And you have to put all the things Mama put when she bathes. The funny smelling stuff, and the bubbles too."
Scott looked at her. "Ok, sweetie why don't you go pick out something to wear."
"But you don't know how to make a good bath." She whinned.
"I do know, now go get some clothes unless you want me to pick it out for you." Scott stated and N'Dare quickly left to room for her clothes, not wanting her Uncle Scott to pick them out. Scott then focused on the water trying to put it at a medium temperature, and then began filling the tub with all the scents and oils Ororo usually used.
When N'Dare came back, she sat the clothes she had picked out (a red skirt, an black and orange t-shirt and two different shoes) on a nearby stool and then began putting her toys into the water, one by one.
"Ducky must go first, and then Fluffy, and then Marty, and then."
"Sweetheart, the water is going to get cold."
"But I don't like cold water!" She stomped her little foot on the floor.
"Fine, then let's hurry up a bit, ok?" Scott said and started tossing handful of toys into the water, splashing all around.
"No, no, no! That's not how you're suppose to do it!" N'Dare screamed, and started to cry. "I don't want you to give me a bath no more." Still crying, she run out of the bathroom, leaving Scott to look after her in confusion and declaring he would never understand women.
Jesslover: I hope this is soon enough. Daysprings Daughter: Thanks you for rewieving this and my other story. And I have some grammar mistackes and such because english isn't my first language. Jubes: Well, now all in fanfiction can read chapter two, so you can comment that you aren't going to spoil anything. Glad you liked it.
Well, now on with the show. Oh, and sorry for the format, but fanfiction and my pc don't get along very well.
Title: Enough is Enough
The hall: Logan walked towards Ororo, who was distracted fishing her keys from her purse as she headed to the front door.
"So. The kids are in jail, again." Logan's gruff voice rang out and Ororo jumped hearing her husband's serious voice. She turned around with a guilty smile.
"Well, yes. How did you know?"
"N'Dare." Logan said stopping in front of his wife as he crossed his arms to his chest and grinned. "She's three years old, she repeats all she hears. remember that's why you tell me to watch my tongue around her. She doesn't know what jail is, but sure as hell can repeat the letters." He couldn't help but smile at the thought of his little girl, but soon that smile faded when he remembered where their oldest sons were. "So, what did they do this time?"
"They. They had an accident. They crashed into a shop's window." Ororo said, and Logan arched an eyebrow in question.
"They crashed with what? I told Gumbo not to teach them how to wire cars."
"No, they didn't. Oh, you're going to find out anyway. They took your motorcycle." Logan didn't say anything, just stood with a blank face. "Logan. Logan, I know you're angry."
"How are they?" Logan interrupted her, not moving an inch of his body.
"Charlie is all right, he has your healing factor, after all. Jimmy has a few scratches, a sprained ankle and a lump. but he could be worse, he wasn't wearing a helmet. We need to talk seriously with Charlie."
"And with Jimmy too, sure Charlie drags him along, but he let himself be dragged, we talked with him about that, about being his own man. Not to mention the discussion we had with them both about all shit they've pulled since they started school." Logan stated his anger flaring. "I'm not angry about my motorcycle, 'Ro, if they wanted to know how to ride it, they should have asked me and I would've taught them how. I'm angry about the going out without asking, the doing the first stupid thing that crosses their mind, the fights." He stopped and looked at his wife. "Shit, I'm angry because they're just like me. We need to put a stop at this, 'Ro. Come on let's go." He took the keys from her hand and headed towards the door.
"Logan they're fourteen. you yelling at them isn't going to work, that is just going to make them more rebellious." Ororo tried to reason with him, as she hurryied after him.
"I'm not going to yell at them, darlin. Don't worry about that." He stopped in the door and shouted. "Scooter, give N'Dare a bath."
Ororo and Logan left before they could see a very displeased Scott and a happy N'Dare peering through the kitchen's door.
"Why me?" Mumbled him, looking down at the smiling and dirty girl.
The jail:
Jimmy Howlett was sitting on a bench, looking miserable. He had his right ankle covered in bandages and ice, a lot of scratches in his mocha skin and a bump in his forehead, also covered in ice. All in all, he missed his uncle Bobby, who could have done the ice thing much easier. He looked up and saw his brother, looking as well as ever, leaning against the wall and grinning like mad.
"What are you grinning at? Father is gonna kill us. A slow, painful death." Jimmy shuddered, remembering the current state our their father's beloved motorcycle and from the cold of the ice pressed against his forehead.
"Nah, he loves us. He's gonna yell, but nothing more. Besides we impressed Zaina and Lynn, and that in itself is worth whatever punishment dad gives us." Charlie said as he moved and took a seat beside his twin, his golden eyebrow ring, the only thing that normally made them different, shining in the light. "Shit, you even have some 'battle scars' to show off at school next Monday. And Lynn was so worried about you. That's a good thing, bro."
Jimmy smiled. "Yeah, she was. But I still think that Father isn't going to be too please. Mom didn't seem very pleased when I talked to her. And it was me who was talking, not you. Normally I can sweet talk her, but today she didn't let me say anything."
Charlie ruffled his brother black hair, still grinning. "No prob, bro one look at you and she is gonna be fussing, anger forgotten." He spoke standing again. "Just think about the good things, bro; girls love a guy with a bike, Dad told us that. And stop calling him Father you do that every time he's mad at us. Like it's gonna help our case any."
The Mansion:
N'Dare rushed into the bathroom, arms full of toys. Scott looked at her in awe this was the third load she had carried in. The floor was full of rubber ducks, frogs, snakes, fishes, turtles and some old boats that were her brothers.
"N'Dare, you surly can't bathe with all this?" He asked.
"Nope, Ariel gonna bath with me, too." She said, holding up a mermaid Barbie.
"Oh, ok, how could I forget Ariel?" Scott sighed and though. 'If Logan can do it, so can I.' He started to fill the bathtub with water.
"Unca Scott, I don't like cold water. But Ariel don't like hot water, so put it not too cold and not too hot, ok? And you have to put all the things Mama put when she bathes. The funny smelling stuff, and the bubbles too."
Scott looked at her. "Ok, sweetie why don't you go pick out something to wear."
"But you don't know how to make a good bath." She whinned.
"I do know, now go get some clothes unless you want me to pick it out for you." Scott stated and N'Dare quickly left to room for her clothes, not wanting her Uncle Scott to pick them out. Scott then focused on the water trying to put it at a medium temperature, and then began filling the tub with all the scents and oils Ororo usually used.
When N'Dare came back, she sat the clothes she had picked out (a red skirt, an black and orange t-shirt and two different shoes) on a nearby stool and then began putting her toys into the water, one by one.
"Ducky must go first, and then Fluffy, and then Marty, and then."
"Sweetheart, the water is going to get cold."
"But I don't like cold water!" She stomped her little foot on the floor.
"Fine, then let's hurry up a bit, ok?" Scott said and started tossing handful of toys into the water, splashing all around.
"No, no, no! That's not how you're suppose to do it!" N'Dare screamed, and started to cry. "I don't want you to give me a bath no more." Still crying, she run out of the bathroom, leaving Scott to look after her in confusion and declaring he would never understand women.