Disclaimer: X-Men and X-Men the Movie all belong to big shots in black suits sipping piña coladas in folding chairs in some island in Hawaii. How I wish I could be one of them, but sadly I am not.

Author's Note: Yes, I know I haven't updated in a long time. I've been busy. It's short, but I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible. But for now, bear with me. I stopped writing in accents, because it got really tedious (for me and spell-check), so just use your imagination.

X-Men: The Movie II- Chapter Nine

"Would you hurry up, ya old geezer?" Remy complained loudly. He stopped running and jogged about in place anxiously, resembling a child who needed to go to the bathroom badly, as he waited for Logan to catch up.

The mutant growled and glared at him. "Whom do you think you're calling old, junior?" he warned. "I'll have you know, I've been doing this kind of stuff while you were in diapers."

"Funny, that's just what my grandfather would say," Remy replied, flashing him a wicked grin, though he really didn't feel like smiling at the moment. "At least, he would, if I had one."

"Up yours," Wolverine snarled, slashing his middle claw through his skin and showing it to him. "I'll recover soon enough. You go ahead, if you're so impatient to get-" Before he could finish his sentence, the teen had already dashed off.

Logan grunted. "Kids these days. Why, when I was their age, I doubt I ever-" he sighed. "Maybe the Cajun's right- I am getting old." Resigning himself to that fact, though he wouldn't admit it to his face, Wolverine became even more irritated with the boy than he already was. He took to calling him "Cajun" from than on, not as an ethnic slur, but just as something to call him instead of "kid," which, at the rate he was going, he would soon grow out of. Grumbling, Logan mustered all of his strength, which was now coming back steadily, and headed off after him, if not at a run than a very fast jog.

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"Let go of me, asshole!" Rogue crowed. Juggernaut only pulled her closer, holding her around the waist like he wanted a hug, and squeezed. "That's no way to treat a lady," she complained, gasping for air.

"Good thing you ain't a lady then," he responded, squeezing tighter. The room started turning dark and her ribs were to close to her lungs for comfort. Professor X watched in horror, his mind searching for something, anything he could do.

If only I could get out of this wheelchair, he thought, feeling awfully frustrated with his body. Wheelchair? Wait a minute! Without stopping to think it through further, he rolled at full speed into his massive stepbrother. Juggernaut turned his head slightly, but didn't loosen his grip at all. Preparing for another go, the professor froze in his tracks when someone jumped onto Juggernaut's neck, holding on for dear life.

Is he insane? The professor said to himself silently. "Remy, what on Earth do you think you're doing?" he scolded the reckless lad verbally.

"Coming to the rescue!" The Cajun replied loudly with a cowboy-like "Yeehah!" Juggernaut tried to buck him off like a mechanical bull.

Rogue, who could now breath much easier, was also screaming at the top of her lungs. "Remy, have you lost your freaking mind?" she cried, voicing the professor's thoughts exactly.

"Only over you, chere," he flirted, sounding pretty cheerful, considering his awkward position. Rogue tried to kick him, but missed and hit Juggernaut instead. The mutant finally managed to fling Remy off, who flew into a wall, and resumed trying to crush the girl. Then a flash of metal imbedded itself in his shoulder, slashing through his suit right to his flesh. Juggernaut howled in pain.

"Logan!" Rogue shouted, freeing herself and soaring into the air. "Great timing!"

"Y'all weren't going to have a party with out me, would ya?" he replied, imitating her Southern drawl. Remy would have laughed if his back didn't ache so much.

"Pretty good for an old man," he said, once he caught his breath.

"Watch and learn kid," Wolverine replied, his dog tags swinging about his neck wildly. "Watch and learn."

Remy watched, but Rogue did not. She was staring at them all instead, like she was hypnotized. Kicking her feet, like a bull prepared to charge, she rammed into Juggernaut's side, taking him by surprise and knocking him off his feet. Before he could get up, she grabbed the pieces of the broken door and slammed them together like erasers, temporarily blinding him wit the dust. Then she searched for something else to use as a weapon. Her eyes sparkled when she saw the professor's desk.

"You don't mind if I use this, do you?" she asked. Before she could get permission, she grabbed it. "Heads up!" She swung it with all her strength (which was a lot of strength). Juggernaut's head snapped back when it made contact. Even his helmet couldn't protect him from the little birds that were floating around it. Rogue grabbed him before he could regain his senses.

"Would you guys stop chatting and give me a hand here?" she asked, holding the arms of the struggling Juggernaut. "I need someone to open this thing."

Remy rubbed his head, still not quite recovered from his accident. "Which one, chere?" he asked groggily. He tossed and ignited a playing card, a Queen of Hearts that he took from his trench coat pocket. It bounced off Juggernaut's head.

"Real smooth, Cajun," Logan grunted. "Watch and learn." Swiftly and with a deft karate movement, he scratched it with his claws like a cat. It split into two even halves and fell to the ground. Juggernaut howled in pain and anger.

"Next time I cook an egg, ya think you can crack it open for me like that?" Remy joked weakly.

"If that's how you guys cook, you men are even sorrier creatures than I thought," Rogue commented. "Professor, will you do the honors?"

One step ahead of you Rogue, his voice said inside her mind. Juggernaut was on his knees, bawling like a newborn. The teen mutants half expected him to call for his mama. He ran out of the building, creating a new exit for Professor Xavier's office.

"Hmm, not bad," Logan commented, surveying the giant's handiwork. "The perfect outline." He leaned on the wall and it fell backward into the Institute's rose garden.

The professor wiped the sweat off his forehead, trying not to grin. "You do know you're going to have to fix that."

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Two hours later…

"Um, is this a bad time?" Jean asked, wringing her hands nervously. The bright smile she'd had when she walked in was frozen on her face. Scott had his arms around her, but if one could've seen his eyes, they must have been wide with shock equal to hers. It was a miracle that the slightly compulsive mutant was still on his feet. Storm and Beast had followed the couple with excited anticipation of their announcement, but it quickly faded when they saw their boss, comrade and two of their students involved in a construction project, which, if they recalled correctly, hadn't been necessary when they'd left.

Logan stopped pushing his wheelbarrow full of bricks to given them the standard Wolverine sniff-over. "What have you two been up to?" he asked suspiciously, looking directly at Cyclops. He stepped in front of his girlfriend possessively and glared at him through his visor.

"Jean's right, it is a bad time," he replied, by way of explanation. The other mutants exchanged looks and the youngest two also dropped their work. "What?" Scott asked innocently, staring back at them. "You guys still haven't told us what you've been up to," he said, turning the tables back on them.

The teenagers were more than happy to oblige him and recounted their adventures, and whatever Scott and Jean had done was momentarily forgotten by all. By all except Logan, that is. The mutant snorted contemptuously and exited unnoticed, through the still present hole in the wall, to seek out fresh air and a brief lapse back into the solitude that, at moments like this, he so missed.

To be continued…