Scott woke up and found his face against something hard and wet.
It was the pavement, duh!
Getting up, he realised he had only passed out for a few minutes, because the rain currently pouring must have just started.
He wondered why he was up and about so soon, and then started scratching his face, because his raging stubble was itching like hell.
"Hey, wait a minute, STUBBLE?" He remembered shaving just that morning, right before washing his teeth and using his dental floss. Twice.
He also realised that he was seeing the world from a somewhat lower view than before.
"Oh, no. Dear God, please don't let that be..."
He cocked his head to his right and saw somebody else lying unconscious beside where he lied before.
It was...Scott Summers. Or his body at least.
Scott put his hands on his head and grabbed a pointy bunch of hair in each side.
"Ohhh NOOOOO!" he screamed in agony. That bitchy witch wasn't full of crap when she said what she said. It was probably his new body's healing factor that brought him to his senses so quickly.
Agony and worry flowed through his body, and all those intense feelings caused him to pop out his claws.
*Snickt!*
The pain on his hands was excruciating, and the claws being still out wasn't helping much either. He called them back in and exhilarated in relief when the wounds healed themselves.
He tried to take a step forward and found himself staggering, almost falling on the pavement again. Logan's body was much heavier with all that adamantium skeleton issue and all. He made a few small steps and got used to the weight and height difference. He would need to get used to it, considering what the witch had said.
Right then, he saw Cyclops-eer, Logan-coming to his senses too.
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Logan instinctively stood up as soon as he was conscious. Having a look around, he thought to himself that the world looked much different.
Like it was dipped in blood.
But then he realised it was the red visor in front of his eyes that made it look like that.
His eyes also caught the red version of Wolverine looking back at him. So the witch was telling the truth.
"No, for fuck's sake, NO!" was the coolest of his further reactions.
He stopped cursing at the ill fate that brought him into this situation as he realised that Scott, or more accurately Scott inhabiting Wolverine's body, was actually laughing. Ironically, but it still was a laugh.
"What the hell are you laughing at, bub?"
"This. Us, actually. You know, I hate to admit this, but this is actually an improvement to me. I get to have fully functioning powers and eyesight, and an almost immortal body that will allow me to live a way longer life. Hell, now I can actually wait for Jean every time she dies and takes a century to reincarnate again." He then went back at laughing, but stopped dead when he realised that Logan was giving him a really wicked look under his ruby visor. After so many years wearing them, he could tell when someone hid an expression under the red shade of the thing.
"How can you expect to do anything with Jean...? After all, now you are the omnipotent, powerful and lethal Wolverine" Logan made a gesture pointing at the tall, slender body he inhabited. His wicked grin melted into a full smile, letting his perfectly white set of teeth shine into the night. Scott had brought those teeth into this exceptional state with years of nurturing and tender, loving care. "As for me...well, now *I* am the one married to Jean. The one with the body married to Jean, more specifically." he added, and suddenly, Scott knew what all that grinning was about.
"NO!" Scott yelled at Jean's new husband as he realised the major handicap he was into right now. "You bastard...! You wouldn't...!"
"Oh, I will..."Logan said, going back to the wicked grin, although it must have felt a bit ridiculous when used in Cyclops' dorky face. Pushing these thoughts aside for the time being, Logan turned his back at his old body and started running towards Xavier's mansion. He could already feel the difference in running with a taller body, which owned equally longer feet.
Scott ran right after him, all the time cursing and swearing, thinking that such behaviour was much more fitting in his new body, and apparently the new lifestyle he should adopt along with it.
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Much, much later.
Logan finally made it to the mansion and stopped for a bit to rest. He could run faster with this taller body, but old One-Eye still didn't have the stamina and strength resources the original Wolverine body had. He had to adjust into that handicap, if he wanted to make it through.
Looking back where he came from for a little, he was happy to realise that Scott had lost him. However, he knew he would soon be there too. After all, he had Logan's body and he wouldn't need to stop for a breath like Logan did in this crappy, weak body.
Logan relished in the warmness of a fully heated mansion as it engulfed his aching and soaked from the rain body. Lack of cold resistance should be marked as another handicap of Scott's body.
However, Logan forgot about the cons of Cyke's body right then and got back to the pros. He was married to Jean. He could go upstairs, play a little cute at her and he could have what he always had wanted to have the most, but the fact that he couldn't have it made him to want to have it even more. He also had to stop thinking confusing phrases with the verb "have" right now or else the readers of this fic would have to have the author's head on a platter for writing so many 'haves' in the fic you currently have in front of your eyes.
He made his way upstairs, ignoring Rogue, who made comments and hid her taunting smiles while crossing him on the staircase.
He was going to have (oops!) Jean tonight and Scott couldn't stop him. If the witch was true in all that she said, he wouldn't even be able to reveal to anyone about this body switch and they would both stay like this forever, with Jean incapable of telling who was really who in her whole life. Or lives. Oh, hell, Scottverine could use his immortality and have her after Logan died in this wimpy little body. But till then she would only have eyes for her Cyclogan.
He tried to remember where the Summers bedroom was, and he actually made it. The body change had cost him the claws, the healing factor etc, but all the training from Weapon X that made him the world's best at what he does was still in this mind.
He chuckled at all the dirty ideas that leapt at his mind, the ones he had been making about when he would finally get it on with the redhead, and he silently opened the door of his new bedroom, the one he now shared with his unexpected wife.
A wave of telekinetic energy leapt at him and pushed him outside the room, making him fall on his butt on the corridor floor, washing away all the dirty thoughts, and pulling him back to the harsh reality.
[Don't expect to crawl into the same bed with me after what you have done tonight, Mr. Summers!] a sweet, angry little voice informed him, right after the door was shut into his face.
Oh, darn. He wouldn't get any tonight. And same goes for many later nights, considering what he and Scott had done earlier at the Robin. Both of them, no matter which body they were in, would have to try hard and make it up to her.
Then Scott came into sight, out of breath from the continuous running and stair climbing. He had a look at Logan in his body, sitting on the floor, having the-which truck just hit me-look on his face, no matter that the visor hid an important part of them.
He considered falling on the floor and hysterically laughing at him, but he decided that doing it on his feet would be more prestigious.
"Looks like the couch is calling for you tonight...lover boy" he commented. "At least I have my own, separate bedroom, probably equipped with a TV set and a rich stash of porn magazines. Nighty-night...Slim. " Then Scott made his way to his new bedroom, still snickering at the lesson that Logan was taught today. Considering the anger with which Jean was loaded tonight, Logan wouldn't have a chance at getting in the same room as her for weeks, let alone get her to bed. The growly man would soon learn the downside of being married to Jean...
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All the running he had done to get here, plus the disappointment that expected him when he did make it to the mansion, had made Logan tired and thirsty. He helped himself to some of his beers in the kitchen, but after the first bottle he realised that his new system couldn't take much alcohol...and this body had already consumed a generous quantity of wine back at the Robin, with its old inhabitant. All that wine gave that body the urgent need to pee.
Logan, feeling a little light-headed for the first time in his life-no matter which body he was into-pulled his body into the stall, and closed the door.
He reached into his pants and found out he was wearing briefs. "Should have expected that with this guy", he thought to himself, but then a crazy, worrying idea hit him.
He had a look downwards. Using one of his new, younger and less hairy hands, he hooked with his thumb the elastic band of his-Scott's-briefs, and pulled it outwards a little.
He slowly pulled his eyes toward it, and gave an inquiring look to what was inside...
Logan's agonising screams filled the whole mansion, as he painfully realised what the biggest (or should I say 'smallest') handicap of his new body was.
It was the pavement, duh!
Getting up, he realised he had only passed out for a few minutes, because the rain currently pouring must have just started.
He wondered why he was up and about so soon, and then started scratching his face, because his raging stubble was itching like hell.
"Hey, wait a minute, STUBBLE?" He remembered shaving just that morning, right before washing his teeth and using his dental floss. Twice.
He also realised that he was seeing the world from a somewhat lower view than before.
"Oh, no. Dear God, please don't let that be..."
He cocked his head to his right and saw somebody else lying unconscious beside where he lied before.
It was...Scott Summers. Or his body at least.
Scott put his hands on his head and grabbed a pointy bunch of hair in each side.
"Ohhh NOOOOO!" he screamed in agony. That bitchy witch wasn't full of crap when she said what she said. It was probably his new body's healing factor that brought him to his senses so quickly.
Agony and worry flowed through his body, and all those intense feelings caused him to pop out his claws.
*Snickt!*
The pain on his hands was excruciating, and the claws being still out wasn't helping much either. He called them back in and exhilarated in relief when the wounds healed themselves.
He tried to take a step forward and found himself staggering, almost falling on the pavement again. Logan's body was much heavier with all that adamantium skeleton issue and all. He made a few small steps and got used to the weight and height difference. He would need to get used to it, considering what the witch had said.
Right then, he saw Cyclops-eer, Logan-coming to his senses too.
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Logan instinctively stood up as soon as he was conscious. Having a look around, he thought to himself that the world looked much different.
Like it was dipped in blood.
But then he realised it was the red visor in front of his eyes that made it look like that.
His eyes also caught the red version of Wolverine looking back at him. So the witch was telling the truth.
"No, for fuck's sake, NO!" was the coolest of his further reactions.
He stopped cursing at the ill fate that brought him into this situation as he realised that Scott, or more accurately Scott inhabiting Wolverine's body, was actually laughing. Ironically, but it still was a laugh.
"What the hell are you laughing at, bub?"
"This. Us, actually. You know, I hate to admit this, but this is actually an improvement to me. I get to have fully functioning powers and eyesight, and an almost immortal body that will allow me to live a way longer life. Hell, now I can actually wait for Jean every time she dies and takes a century to reincarnate again." He then went back at laughing, but stopped dead when he realised that Logan was giving him a really wicked look under his ruby visor. After so many years wearing them, he could tell when someone hid an expression under the red shade of the thing.
"How can you expect to do anything with Jean...? After all, now you are the omnipotent, powerful and lethal Wolverine" Logan made a gesture pointing at the tall, slender body he inhabited. His wicked grin melted into a full smile, letting his perfectly white set of teeth shine into the night. Scott had brought those teeth into this exceptional state with years of nurturing and tender, loving care. "As for me...well, now *I* am the one married to Jean. The one with the body married to Jean, more specifically." he added, and suddenly, Scott knew what all that grinning was about.
"NO!" Scott yelled at Jean's new husband as he realised the major handicap he was into right now. "You bastard...! You wouldn't...!"
"Oh, I will..."Logan said, going back to the wicked grin, although it must have felt a bit ridiculous when used in Cyclops' dorky face. Pushing these thoughts aside for the time being, Logan turned his back at his old body and started running towards Xavier's mansion. He could already feel the difference in running with a taller body, which owned equally longer feet.
Scott ran right after him, all the time cursing and swearing, thinking that such behaviour was much more fitting in his new body, and apparently the new lifestyle he should adopt along with it.
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Much, much later.
Logan finally made it to the mansion and stopped for a bit to rest. He could run faster with this taller body, but old One-Eye still didn't have the stamina and strength resources the original Wolverine body had. He had to adjust into that handicap, if he wanted to make it through.
Looking back where he came from for a little, he was happy to realise that Scott had lost him. However, he knew he would soon be there too. After all, he had Logan's body and he wouldn't need to stop for a breath like Logan did in this crappy, weak body.
Logan relished in the warmness of a fully heated mansion as it engulfed his aching and soaked from the rain body. Lack of cold resistance should be marked as another handicap of Scott's body.
However, Logan forgot about the cons of Cyke's body right then and got back to the pros. He was married to Jean. He could go upstairs, play a little cute at her and he could have what he always had wanted to have the most, but the fact that he couldn't have it made him to want to have it even more. He also had to stop thinking confusing phrases with the verb "have" right now or else the readers of this fic would have to have the author's head on a platter for writing so many 'haves' in the fic you currently have in front of your eyes.
He made his way upstairs, ignoring Rogue, who made comments and hid her taunting smiles while crossing him on the staircase.
He was going to have (oops!) Jean tonight and Scott couldn't stop him. If the witch was true in all that she said, he wouldn't even be able to reveal to anyone about this body switch and they would both stay like this forever, with Jean incapable of telling who was really who in her whole life. Or lives. Oh, hell, Scottverine could use his immortality and have her after Logan died in this wimpy little body. But till then she would only have eyes for her Cyclogan.
He tried to remember where the Summers bedroom was, and he actually made it. The body change had cost him the claws, the healing factor etc, but all the training from Weapon X that made him the world's best at what he does was still in this mind.
He chuckled at all the dirty ideas that leapt at his mind, the ones he had been making about when he would finally get it on with the redhead, and he silently opened the door of his new bedroom, the one he now shared with his unexpected wife.
A wave of telekinetic energy leapt at him and pushed him outside the room, making him fall on his butt on the corridor floor, washing away all the dirty thoughts, and pulling him back to the harsh reality.
[Don't expect to crawl into the same bed with me after what you have done tonight, Mr. Summers!] a sweet, angry little voice informed him, right after the door was shut into his face.
Oh, darn. He wouldn't get any tonight. And same goes for many later nights, considering what he and Scott had done earlier at the Robin. Both of them, no matter which body they were in, would have to try hard and make it up to her.
Then Scott came into sight, out of breath from the continuous running and stair climbing. He had a look at Logan in his body, sitting on the floor, having the-which truck just hit me-look on his face, no matter that the visor hid an important part of them.
He considered falling on the floor and hysterically laughing at him, but he decided that doing it on his feet would be more prestigious.
"Looks like the couch is calling for you tonight...lover boy" he commented. "At least I have my own, separate bedroom, probably equipped with a TV set and a rich stash of porn magazines. Nighty-night...Slim. " Then Scott made his way to his new bedroom, still snickering at the lesson that Logan was taught today. Considering the anger with which Jean was loaded tonight, Logan wouldn't have a chance at getting in the same room as her for weeks, let alone get her to bed. The growly man would soon learn the downside of being married to Jean...
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All the running he had done to get here, plus the disappointment that expected him when he did make it to the mansion, had made Logan tired and thirsty. He helped himself to some of his beers in the kitchen, but after the first bottle he realised that his new system couldn't take much alcohol...and this body had already consumed a generous quantity of wine back at the Robin, with its old inhabitant. All that wine gave that body the urgent need to pee.
Logan, feeling a little light-headed for the first time in his life-no matter which body he was into-pulled his body into the stall, and closed the door.
He reached into his pants and found out he was wearing briefs. "Should have expected that with this guy", he thought to himself, but then a crazy, worrying idea hit him.
He had a look downwards. Using one of his new, younger and less hairy hands, he hooked with his thumb the elastic band of his-Scott's-briefs, and pulled it outwards a little.
He slowly pulled his eyes toward it, and gave an inquiring look to what was inside...
Logan's agonising screams filled the whole mansion, as he painfully realised what the biggest (or should I say 'smallest') handicap of his new body was.