I don't own anything-yet
And yes I am also the author of Pyro's New Parents: incase you were wondering the relationships in this story are the same as in the one prior.
And now let the folly unfold-
Chapter 1: Prince Valium
*Scott, wake up Magneto is on the move!* said the Prof telepathically.
Snort!?
"Wha-?" Scott sat up in bed dazed and confused (but that's not news-hehe).
THUD!
"Ow!" Scott rolled out of bed.
"Scooter, you up?" a fully suited Wolverine poked his head into the room.
*Scott-WAKE UP!*
"-the hell?" Scott sat up.
"Are you still in your boxers?" asked Wolverine completely walking into the room.
It was true, Scott was sporting white boxers with a pattern of different colored kiss marks all over them (Oh, that's just wrong!)
Scott looked up at the fuzzy (double meaning-mahahaha!) figure in front of him, "Logan?"
"Scooter, you ok? We've been callin' you fer fifteen minutes-" said the Canadian with worry in place of his usual sarcasm.
Scott keeled over onto the rug, "Five more minutes, Mom."
SKNIT!-"Who the hell you callin', Mom?!"
BAMF!
Kurt ported into the threshold.
"Vat's the problem?"
Logan put his hands up in defense, claws still fully extended, "I didn't do it."
"Do vat?" asked Kurt walking further into the room, "Mein got! Ve must wake him."
Kurt dragged Scott to the bathroom, "Zis kind of stuff never happened in de circus!" he muttered shaking his head.
That's when Logan noticed a small white bottle that had rolled under Scott's bed. He picked it up, "Valium," he snorted.
Half the contents was gone and the seal which had been broken earlier that night lingered on the night stand.
Logan walked into the bathroom, Kurt had gotten Scott to wake up by running his head under the faucet.
"That's enough, Kurt. I'll take it from here." said Logan, "Go tell the others it'll be a few more minutes."
"Don'vorry Storm isn't dressed yet either." said Kurt.
BAMF!
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*X-Men I need you in the hanger NOW!* the Prof tried again.
Storm was still in bed and had a splitting migraine. This was the fifth day in a row. She had made her mind up, she was not getting out of bed even if Magneto was about to be successful in taking over all of human kind.
That's when her stomach lurched.
In a split second she had run into the bathroom and was vomiting in the tub. Resting her head on the cool ceramic she began to think back a month ago.
And yes I am also the author of Pyro's New Parents: incase you were wondering the relationships in this story are the same as in the one prior.
And now let the folly unfold-
Chapter 1: Prince Valium
*Scott, wake up Magneto is on the move!* said the Prof telepathically.
Snort!?
"Wha-?" Scott sat up in bed dazed and confused (but that's not news-hehe).
THUD!
"Ow!" Scott rolled out of bed.
"Scooter, you up?" a fully suited Wolverine poked his head into the room.
*Scott-WAKE UP!*
"-the hell?" Scott sat up.
"Are you still in your boxers?" asked Wolverine completely walking into the room.
It was true, Scott was sporting white boxers with a pattern of different colored kiss marks all over them (Oh, that's just wrong!)
Scott looked up at the fuzzy (double meaning-mahahaha!) figure in front of him, "Logan?"
"Scooter, you ok? We've been callin' you fer fifteen minutes-" said the Canadian with worry in place of his usual sarcasm.
Scott keeled over onto the rug, "Five more minutes, Mom."
SKNIT!-"Who the hell you callin', Mom?!"
BAMF!
Kurt ported into the threshold.
"Vat's the problem?"
Logan put his hands up in defense, claws still fully extended, "I didn't do it."
"Do vat?" asked Kurt walking further into the room, "Mein got! Ve must wake him."
Kurt dragged Scott to the bathroom, "Zis kind of stuff never happened in de circus!" he muttered shaking his head.
That's when Logan noticed a small white bottle that had rolled under Scott's bed. He picked it up, "Valium," he snorted.
Half the contents was gone and the seal which had been broken earlier that night lingered on the night stand.
Logan walked into the bathroom, Kurt had gotten Scott to wake up by running his head under the faucet.
"That's enough, Kurt. I'll take it from here." said Logan, "Go tell the others it'll be a few more minutes."
"Don'vorry Storm isn't dressed yet either." said Kurt.
BAMF!
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*X-Men I need you in the hanger NOW!* the Prof tried again.
Storm was still in bed and had a splitting migraine. This was the fifth day in a row. She had made her mind up, she was not getting out of bed even if Magneto was about to be successful in taking over all of human kind.
That's when her stomach lurched.
In a split second she had run into the bathroom and was vomiting in the tub. Resting her head on the cool ceramic she began to think back a month ago.