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Chapter 6 – Surprise!
The night had been long for Logan. There had been the sulking in the Jet Hangar. The talking earnestly to the Jet. The polishing of the Jet while talking to it. The murmurs of encouragement and small terms of endearment to the Jet, all the while stroking said Jet. And of course we cannot forget the kissing of the Jet goodnight. The only disturbing thing amongst this was the fact that, to Logan at least, the Jet was talking back.
It had been a tiring day. The kissing the Jet good morning, the driving to the airport, the planning of schemes to pay back Charles, the worrying about the Jet, the storming around worrying about the Jet, the sulking with the Jet, etc, etc. Not to mention the staying up really late and getting up really early to worry about the Jet. Logan had been a very busy boy.
And when it reached that early morning hour Logan felt empty inside. He decided to go to bed and recharge his angry batteries so he could have another round with Xavier the next morning. So he went to his room and flopped into bed and fell into a deep slumber. Which would have been uneasy had he known the horrors that would befall him the next day.
Sunlight bounced into many rooms that morning. It frolicked over carpets. Frisked over snoozing bodies. And gently stirred dust and people alike. It was a beautiful light, warm and golden. Perfect. Also a complete and total lying bastard.
The light fell on the softly sleeping form of Logan. Awwww he looked so sweet sleeping like that. You could almost love him. All sprawled out face down on his little bed, and his boots on and everything. The light would have normally woken him, but a small object that had been placed on his nightstand with so much affection and thought shielded his eyes.
The object looked innocent enough. In a horrifyingly ugly and creepy way. It was its eyes that were the most frightening. The light somehow sensed this and kept away causing strange shadows around it. And so it stood, evil glinting off of every gaily-painted surface.
Until it moved. Logan's eyes snapped open. In his first stage of wakefulness, the terrible being loomed above him and struck fear in his heart.
Logan slammed up against the wall as far away from it as possible, a strange keening noise rang in his ears. What th' hell was that f@*ken noise! He thought.
He was about to blame the creature before him when he realised that it was actually him. So he stopped and for a moment hoped that nobody heard him. He turned his attention back to the monstrosity perched on his nightstand. It smiled, in an obviously false way; Logan narrowed his eyes and approached it carefully. He sniffed the air, and it smiled. Charles and Blue had been here. Aha! So this was their doing. I. Will. Have. Revenge! He thought as he smiled. Oh boy yes.
Logan stood over the nightstand and its occupant. It had a bow on it and a card. Dear Logan, it read, would have hidden it under your breakfast steak but the paint would have come off. The rest of the surprise later. Love Charles and Hank xxxooo.
Logan turned the card over and then tossed it in the corner. Then as an extra thought tossed the Gnome out the window which made a squirrel very angry.
Logan was not the only one to be surprised in such a manner. Kurt having just woken and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, remembered a burger, which he had hidden from Bobby only last night. So he climbed out of bed burrowed under his bed and pulled out his secret box. It contained all the stuff he wanted to keep secret, like his diary and his teddy. Ah there it was still in its wrapper, practically preserved. The wrapper was soon removed and a large bite taken. Kurt chewed thoughtfully; yes the flavour does mature overnight. Mmmmmhuh? He looked down into the box between his feet; there was something odd in it. A weird smooth, red thing poked out from under some old magazines. Kurt shifted them away and screamed.
Which woke up Scott next door and who later found that his car had been commandeered.
Jean found hers when instead of the panda the Scott had so gallantly won her at the county show in her arms a very cheerful gnome enjoying himself immensely.
Bobby's sprang out of a box when opened.
And Ororo found hers doing something rather rude and cheeky in to her indoor water feature.
All bore the little red stick-on bow and a card. Each was signed in an affectionate and personal manner. And each gnome was treated in the same manner. That is to say there where a lot of angry squirrels that day.
Every one except Kitty's who seemed to like hers in a disconcerting kind of way. The grotesque thing even sat beside her at breakfast. Which was just as well because nobody else wanted to.
But still everyone, yes even Kitty had severe miss-givings of the surprise that they had been told was yet to come.
So when the Professor and Hank finally came down to breakfast and then went back up and locked themselves up in Charles' specially reinforced study that had been made so for special occasions, like a screaming Logan chasing them with a very "displeased" expression on his face. The explanation came after Logan had been calmed down and given a Scooby Snack.
You see Charles and Hank in the few weeks before their holiday had noticed a distressing lack of team bonding between the members of the X-men. This problem had been solved, they had discovered the delightful gnomes in Germany and bought them from an old gypsy woman, for a fantastically cheep price that it would have been a crime not to. The whole actual purpose of the Gnomes was that they where going to rip out the fountain in the front yard and altogether as a family and a team construct something decorative with their beautiful gnomes. Oh and the crate of Plastic Flamingos in the Lab.
Charles smiled and nodded over his clasped hands. "And what do you say?"
"Thankyou." Replied everyone through clenched teeth.
Chapter 6 – Surprise!
The night had been long for Logan. There had been the sulking in the Jet Hangar. The talking earnestly to the Jet. The polishing of the Jet while talking to it. The murmurs of encouragement and small terms of endearment to the Jet, all the while stroking said Jet. And of course we cannot forget the kissing of the Jet goodnight. The only disturbing thing amongst this was the fact that, to Logan at least, the Jet was talking back.
It had been a tiring day. The kissing the Jet good morning, the driving to the airport, the planning of schemes to pay back Charles, the worrying about the Jet, the storming around worrying about the Jet, the sulking with the Jet, etc, etc. Not to mention the staying up really late and getting up really early to worry about the Jet. Logan had been a very busy boy.
And when it reached that early morning hour Logan felt empty inside. He decided to go to bed and recharge his angry batteries so he could have another round with Xavier the next morning. So he went to his room and flopped into bed and fell into a deep slumber. Which would have been uneasy had he known the horrors that would befall him the next day.
Sunlight bounced into many rooms that morning. It frolicked over carpets. Frisked over snoozing bodies. And gently stirred dust and people alike. It was a beautiful light, warm and golden. Perfect. Also a complete and total lying bastard.
The light fell on the softly sleeping form of Logan. Awwww he looked so sweet sleeping like that. You could almost love him. All sprawled out face down on his little bed, and his boots on and everything. The light would have normally woken him, but a small object that had been placed on his nightstand with so much affection and thought shielded his eyes.
The object looked innocent enough. In a horrifyingly ugly and creepy way. It was its eyes that were the most frightening. The light somehow sensed this and kept away causing strange shadows around it. And so it stood, evil glinting off of every gaily-painted surface.
Until it moved. Logan's eyes snapped open. In his first stage of wakefulness, the terrible being loomed above him and struck fear in his heart.
Logan slammed up against the wall as far away from it as possible, a strange keening noise rang in his ears. What th' hell was that f@*ken noise! He thought.
He was about to blame the creature before him when he realised that it was actually him. So he stopped and for a moment hoped that nobody heard him. He turned his attention back to the monstrosity perched on his nightstand. It smiled, in an obviously false way; Logan narrowed his eyes and approached it carefully. He sniffed the air, and it smiled. Charles and Blue had been here. Aha! So this was their doing. I. Will. Have. Revenge! He thought as he smiled. Oh boy yes.
Logan stood over the nightstand and its occupant. It had a bow on it and a card. Dear Logan, it read, would have hidden it under your breakfast steak but the paint would have come off. The rest of the surprise later. Love Charles and Hank xxxooo.
Logan turned the card over and then tossed it in the corner. Then as an extra thought tossed the Gnome out the window which made a squirrel very angry.
Logan was not the only one to be surprised in such a manner. Kurt having just woken and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, remembered a burger, which he had hidden from Bobby only last night. So he climbed out of bed burrowed under his bed and pulled out his secret box. It contained all the stuff he wanted to keep secret, like his diary and his teddy. Ah there it was still in its wrapper, practically preserved. The wrapper was soon removed and a large bite taken. Kurt chewed thoughtfully; yes the flavour does mature overnight. Mmmmmhuh? He looked down into the box between his feet; there was something odd in it. A weird smooth, red thing poked out from under some old magazines. Kurt shifted them away and screamed.
Which woke up Scott next door and who later found that his car had been commandeered.
Jean found hers when instead of the panda the Scott had so gallantly won her at the county show in her arms a very cheerful gnome enjoying himself immensely.
Bobby's sprang out of a box when opened.
And Ororo found hers doing something rather rude and cheeky in to her indoor water feature.
All bore the little red stick-on bow and a card. Each was signed in an affectionate and personal manner. And each gnome was treated in the same manner. That is to say there where a lot of angry squirrels that day.
Every one except Kitty's who seemed to like hers in a disconcerting kind of way. The grotesque thing even sat beside her at breakfast. Which was just as well because nobody else wanted to.
But still everyone, yes even Kitty had severe miss-givings of the surprise that they had been told was yet to come.
So when the Professor and Hank finally came down to breakfast and then went back up and locked themselves up in Charles' specially reinforced study that had been made so for special occasions, like a screaming Logan chasing them with a very "displeased" expression on his face. The explanation came after Logan had been calmed down and given a Scooby Snack.
You see Charles and Hank in the few weeks before their holiday had noticed a distressing lack of team bonding between the members of the X-men. This problem had been solved, they had discovered the delightful gnomes in Germany and bought them from an old gypsy woman, for a fantastically cheep price that it would have been a crime not to. The whole actual purpose of the Gnomes was that they where going to rip out the fountain in the front yard and altogether as a family and a team construct something decorative with their beautiful gnomes. Oh and the crate of Plastic Flamingos in the Lab.
Charles smiled and nodded over his clasped hands. "And what do you say?"
"Thankyou." Replied everyone through clenched teeth.
