The next morning
Scott walked through the public places of the Xavier's Institute. He had a serene look on his face, and that made everyone around him give him the weird eye, since the great Wolverine was never supposed to look calm and serene.
Well, actually, it wasn't the way he behaved that called for everybody's attention, it was the way he looked.
Scott had woken up that morning and he felt disturbed by several aspects of Wolverine's body. Those were the aspects that made him look gruff and uncivilised. The facial hair, the weird pointy haircut...they all had to go. His stubble made him very itchy. He then decided that he wouldn't compromise and adapt himself to his new body and attitude...instead he would adapt his new body into the proportions he wanted it to.
So he strolled into his new bathroom (which, by the way, was in need of a serious cleaning)and started searching around for the needed accessories. After discovering an untouched pack of breath mints in the bedroom's drawers, Scott was not surprised to find an equally virgin bottle of mouthwash in the same corner where the cloth-cleaning chemicals were supposed to be.
He finally found the scissors jammed into the hinges of the little window above the shower. "A-ha!" he triumphantly exclaimed as he removed them from up there, but the window, with nothing to hold it in place anymore, fell over and smashed into the bathtub.
He would clean this mess up later. First of all, he had a holy quest; to humanise his new form and make himself socially acceptable.
As he now walked around, exposing himself and his improvement to the residents of the mansion, he couldn't help himself from grinning in satisfaction.
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Logan walked around the place like a ghost after the difficult night he had just spent. Nightmares of cackling witches and sinister Scotts had been haunting him until the sun rose, making his sleep something much less than comforting and rest-providing. His red eyes surely would have revealed it to those around him, if it wasn't for the equally red visor covering them.
Oh, that cursed visor...it was highly uncomfortable, and the way he hadn't been used to having it on his head, it had doubled the difficulty of sleeping the previous night. The way he had been laying had made the stupid thing apply pressure his head and now he also had achieved a headache from this.
But Logan forgot everything; his nightmares, his headache, even the tiny weenie he was stuck with, when his eyes were set upon the most gruesome sight that ever presented itself in front of him.
Scott casually walked beside him, greeting him with a gleam in his eye, as he saw how Logan had taken a pale colour from the shock.
Scott had turned Wolverine's body into...something sinister. The gruff facial hair wasn't there anymore. Wolverine's legendary thick sideburns were also gone. The few hairs on the top of his head were now nicely cropped into a fine crew-cut. And the greatest sacrilege upon this blessed body and the animalistic philosophy it carried with it were the Hawaiian shirt and the large, bright orange shorts. Not to mention the orange pedals he wore.
The paleness soon subsided, a fully red shade dominating Logan's face, making a nice match with the visor.
Scott subtlely retreated to another room. Logan was no match for him now that they had switched bodies, but he couldn't risk an outrage of Logan's that could turn suspicious looks on him too(yeah, like the total makeover he forced upon himself passed as normal).
Upon backtracking to the next room, he bumped on Jubilee. After the instant shock, she set her eyes upon him and greeted him with a perky voice:
"Hello there! You're new here, right? I'm Jubilation Lee! Friends call me-"
"Jubileeeeee..."Scott interrupted, not believing that she didn't recognise him. His leader-of-the-X-Men tone combined to Wolverine's gruff and not so melodic voice actually scared him to along with the young girl before his eyes.
Realisation struck her. "WOLVIE?!?" Then, that realisation turned into a heavy shock that was clearly visible on her face. Scott saw her face features slowly spasming, like she was trying not to...
"A-ahahahahahahaha!!!!"
...crack up laughing.
The real Wolverine would have put the rude girl on his knees and spank her to death for laughing at his face. However, Scott was far different. He just calmly accepted that Jubilee would have such an intense reaction to a root-deep change in her mentor's psyche and appearance. It was yet too soon for the poor girl to realise that Wolverine would never be the same.
He just gave her something that miserably failed to resemble one of Logan's growls and left, turning his back at her.
Before he got out of ear range, his ears caught her saying that he looked like a baboon's ass. So, okay, his face had turned a bit red from the painful process of shaving off facial hair that was as old as time itself, but that was too much!
Apparently, he had to do something to make his image cooler, like Logan's.
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Logan tried to force himself into looking less miserable while he walked towards Professor X's office. He didn't want Chuck to realise the grand change in his attitude (as Cyclops) by his mood, since his immensely strong telepathic abilities hadn't done the trick already. The witch had till now been perfectly sane and accurate in everything she had said. Neither Jean nor the Professor had been able to tell the difference in Scott's or Logan's behaviour. Logan's petty attempts to get someone to understand who he really was had until now proved unfruitful. Anytime he would try to say something like: "It's me, Logan, trapped in this loser's body!" his mouth would go numb and his voice would faint. He couldn't write it in a piece of paper either. He couldn't even hint the (literally) unspeakable truth to the others!
As for Scott, he hadn't actually tried to tell anyone, but hell, the crew-cut and the sissy cloths should have alerted everyone in the mansion by now! On the contrary, nobody had even showed suspicion over this change in Wolverine's lifestyle and attitude.
The worst of all was that after these first few days, he still hadn't been able to get anywhere close to Jean and use the one and only advantage his new body had offered to him (OK, apart from the height difference!). What use was being married to her if she wouldn't even forgive him for a little mistake, like being unable to handle a little chocolate cake along with two other people? Even worse, he couldn't even grumble about being Scott's fault (after all, they each had their normal bodies before that accident) ,because they both were wrestling over the cake, no matter which body each inhabited now!
So, he still hadn't got to talk to Jean and release a bit of the tension between them. He still hadn't got to have any fun using his new identity. He just carried himself around the mansion, grumbling and brooding like a poor man's Wolverine, but still nobody tried to comfort him or even ask him if he was okay. They probably thought that he (as Scott) was worrying about his non-talking period with Jean, and yes, they were partially right! But they still didn't mention anything, thinking that they were Scott and Jean and they would never break up anyway, so it was just a matter of time before she would forgive him and everything would go on as before.
Okay, now he thought he had spent too much time brooding and he should have been by Xavier's office by now. Cocking his head to check his whereabouts, he realised that indeed he had been brooding and walking for a long time and he had passed the Professor's office ages ago. Grumbling, he ran back to where he was supposed to go in the first place.
As he turned the knob and opened the office's door, he caught the Professor sitting on his hovering wheelchair and slapping his thighs in the tune of some song. Actually it was "Paris Latino".
"Ow! Scott! I didn't realise you were about to enter!"
"I can tell", his tone was almost ironic.
"But you especially always knock before barging into rooms like that!"
"Apparently, not anymore." he could feel himself subconsciously pushing Xavier to the edge of discovering what was the change for. But it still didn't seem to work. Chuck was just standing (uh-sitting) there, a dumb-funded look in his eyes. Hey, that could work! He could call him "Chuck" out loud! Only the real Wolverine would call him like that! Even if it didn't entirely work, it would surely plant suspicion in Xavier's world famous mind!
"So, you summoned me here for a reason, right? Is there something you want to tell me...Ch..."
Oh no. His mouth was going numb again...his voice wouldn't react properly...his vocal chords were acting crazy somewhere inside his neck...that's where the vocal chords aren't they?
"...Ch...Cha...Chelchaaaa-ch-cha...CHA-CHA-CHA!!!"
"Scott are you alright?"
"...Uhm yeah..." he quickly made up an excuse in his mind "I'm just doing my verbal exercise for today...Chu...Charles. Mr.Charles." Logan had guessed by now that calling Chuck...well "Chuck" was also considered a hint from the smart curse the witch had cast upon him and Scott.
The Professor gave him an odd look before pulling him back to the course of their conversation. "So, you had been right, Scott. I did call you in here to tell you something. I will have to leave the mansion for a while. I'm going to England for matters of personal level, and I'm going to leave you in charge of this place. As the leader of the X-Men, you would prove more than sufficient in this kind of leadership too. I hope the responsibilities you will have here won't prove themselves overwhelming, will they?"
During these words of Xavier's it struck him. Being married to Jean wasn't the only attribute of old One-Eye. Cyclops was also the leader of the X-Men, and with a little effort he could push the other X-men into doing stuff they weren't willing to do. This little fact, along with the power that was now laid on his hands by Chuck made him...the King of the Mansion!
"YES!" he screamed in joy.
"Yes, what?" said Xavier, giving him the odd eye again.
"Uhm, I mean, 'Yes!' I am glad to take this responsibility into my hands...I won't disappoint you, sir." Logan was trying to sound all too boy-scoutish by now.
"Okay, I guess this is it then. I will be leaving by sunset with a normal flight from New York. Don't expect me to be back for a few weeks."
Logan started walking toward the exit, parading like a happy little dancer during Mardi-Gras.
"Oh, and Scott?"
"Huh?" he cocked his head back.
"I found out that we can house a lot more students in the mansion by the next few months. Make sure you will have boarded some more people in here by the time I'm back. You know, tell Jean to find a creative way to approach willing students."
An evil gleam enriched Cyclops-Logan's eyes, but the ruby shades hid it well. "I can think of something myself."
Then he resumed parading towards the door.
Scott walked through the public places of the Xavier's Institute. He had a serene look on his face, and that made everyone around him give him the weird eye, since the great Wolverine was never supposed to look calm and serene.
Well, actually, it wasn't the way he behaved that called for everybody's attention, it was the way he looked.
Scott had woken up that morning and he felt disturbed by several aspects of Wolverine's body. Those were the aspects that made him look gruff and uncivilised. The facial hair, the weird pointy haircut...they all had to go. His stubble made him very itchy. He then decided that he wouldn't compromise and adapt himself to his new body and attitude...instead he would adapt his new body into the proportions he wanted it to.
So he strolled into his new bathroom (which, by the way, was in need of a serious cleaning)and started searching around for the needed accessories. After discovering an untouched pack of breath mints in the bedroom's drawers, Scott was not surprised to find an equally virgin bottle of mouthwash in the same corner where the cloth-cleaning chemicals were supposed to be.
He finally found the scissors jammed into the hinges of the little window above the shower. "A-ha!" he triumphantly exclaimed as he removed them from up there, but the window, with nothing to hold it in place anymore, fell over and smashed into the bathtub.
He would clean this mess up later. First of all, he had a holy quest; to humanise his new form and make himself socially acceptable.
As he now walked around, exposing himself and his improvement to the residents of the mansion, he couldn't help himself from grinning in satisfaction.
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Logan walked around the place like a ghost after the difficult night he had just spent. Nightmares of cackling witches and sinister Scotts had been haunting him until the sun rose, making his sleep something much less than comforting and rest-providing. His red eyes surely would have revealed it to those around him, if it wasn't for the equally red visor covering them.
Oh, that cursed visor...it was highly uncomfortable, and the way he hadn't been used to having it on his head, it had doubled the difficulty of sleeping the previous night. The way he had been laying had made the stupid thing apply pressure his head and now he also had achieved a headache from this.
But Logan forgot everything; his nightmares, his headache, even the tiny weenie he was stuck with, when his eyes were set upon the most gruesome sight that ever presented itself in front of him.
Scott casually walked beside him, greeting him with a gleam in his eye, as he saw how Logan had taken a pale colour from the shock.
Scott had turned Wolverine's body into...something sinister. The gruff facial hair wasn't there anymore. Wolverine's legendary thick sideburns were also gone. The few hairs on the top of his head were now nicely cropped into a fine crew-cut. And the greatest sacrilege upon this blessed body and the animalistic philosophy it carried with it were the Hawaiian shirt and the large, bright orange shorts. Not to mention the orange pedals he wore.
The paleness soon subsided, a fully red shade dominating Logan's face, making a nice match with the visor.
Scott subtlely retreated to another room. Logan was no match for him now that they had switched bodies, but he couldn't risk an outrage of Logan's that could turn suspicious looks on him too(yeah, like the total makeover he forced upon himself passed as normal).
Upon backtracking to the next room, he bumped on Jubilee. After the instant shock, she set her eyes upon him and greeted him with a perky voice:
"Hello there! You're new here, right? I'm Jubilation Lee! Friends call me-"
"Jubileeeeee..."Scott interrupted, not believing that she didn't recognise him. His leader-of-the-X-Men tone combined to Wolverine's gruff and not so melodic voice actually scared him to along with the young girl before his eyes.
Realisation struck her. "WOLVIE?!?" Then, that realisation turned into a heavy shock that was clearly visible on her face. Scott saw her face features slowly spasming, like she was trying not to...
"A-ahahahahahahaha!!!!"
...crack up laughing.
The real Wolverine would have put the rude girl on his knees and spank her to death for laughing at his face. However, Scott was far different. He just calmly accepted that Jubilee would have such an intense reaction to a root-deep change in her mentor's psyche and appearance. It was yet too soon for the poor girl to realise that Wolverine would never be the same.
He just gave her something that miserably failed to resemble one of Logan's growls and left, turning his back at her.
Before he got out of ear range, his ears caught her saying that he looked like a baboon's ass. So, okay, his face had turned a bit red from the painful process of shaving off facial hair that was as old as time itself, but that was too much!
Apparently, he had to do something to make his image cooler, like Logan's.
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Logan tried to force himself into looking less miserable while he walked towards Professor X's office. He didn't want Chuck to realise the grand change in his attitude (as Cyclops) by his mood, since his immensely strong telepathic abilities hadn't done the trick already. The witch had till now been perfectly sane and accurate in everything she had said. Neither Jean nor the Professor had been able to tell the difference in Scott's or Logan's behaviour. Logan's petty attempts to get someone to understand who he really was had until now proved unfruitful. Anytime he would try to say something like: "It's me, Logan, trapped in this loser's body!" his mouth would go numb and his voice would faint. He couldn't write it in a piece of paper either. He couldn't even hint the (literally) unspeakable truth to the others!
As for Scott, he hadn't actually tried to tell anyone, but hell, the crew-cut and the sissy cloths should have alerted everyone in the mansion by now! On the contrary, nobody had even showed suspicion over this change in Wolverine's lifestyle and attitude.
The worst of all was that after these first few days, he still hadn't been able to get anywhere close to Jean and use the one and only advantage his new body had offered to him (OK, apart from the height difference!). What use was being married to her if she wouldn't even forgive him for a little mistake, like being unable to handle a little chocolate cake along with two other people? Even worse, he couldn't even grumble about being Scott's fault (after all, they each had their normal bodies before that accident) ,because they both were wrestling over the cake, no matter which body each inhabited now!
So, he still hadn't got to talk to Jean and release a bit of the tension between them. He still hadn't got to have any fun using his new identity. He just carried himself around the mansion, grumbling and brooding like a poor man's Wolverine, but still nobody tried to comfort him or even ask him if he was okay. They probably thought that he (as Scott) was worrying about his non-talking period with Jean, and yes, they were partially right! But they still didn't mention anything, thinking that they were Scott and Jean and they would never break up anyway, so it was just a matter of time before she would forgive him and everything would go on as before.
Okay, now he thought he had spent too much time brooding and he should have been by Xavier's office by now. Cocking his head to check his whereabouts, he realised that indeed he had been brooding and walking for a long time and he had passed the Professor's office ages ago. Grumbling, he ran back to where he was supposed to go in the first place.
As he turned the knob and opened the office's door, he caught the Professor sitting on his hovering wheelchair and slapping his thighs in the tune of some song. Actually it was "Paris Latino".
"Ow! Scott! I didn't realise you were about to enter!"
"I can tell", his tone was almost ironic.
"But you especially always knock before barging into rooms like that!"
"Apparently, not anymore." he could feel himself subconsciously pushing Xavier to the edge of discovering what was the change for. But it still didn't seem to work. Chuck was just standing (uh-sitting) there, a dumb-funded look in his eyes. Hey, that could work! He could call him "Chuck" out loud! Only the real Wolverine would call him like that! Even if it didn't entirely work, it would surely plant suspicion in Xavier's world famous mind!
"So, you summoned me here for a reason, right? Is there something you want to tell me...Ch..."
Oh no. His mouth was going numb again...his voice wouldn't react properly...his vocal chords were acting crazy somewhere inside his neck...that's where the vocal chords aren't they?
"...Ch...Cha...Chelchaaaa-ch-cha...CHA-CHA-CHA!!!"
"Scott are you alright?"
"...Uhm yeah..." he quickly made up an excuse in his mind "I'm just doing my verbal exercise for today...Chu...Charles. Mr.Charles." Logan had guessed by now that calling Chuck...well "Chuck" was also considered a hint from the smart curse the witch had cast upon him and Scott.
The Professor gave him an odd look before pulling him back to the course of their conversation. "So, you had been right, Scott. I did call you in here to tell you something. I will have to leave the mansion for a while. I'm going to England for matters of personal level, and I'm going to leave you in charge of this place. As the leader of the X-Men, you would prove more than sufficient in this kind of leadership too. I hope the responsibilities you will have here won't prove themselves overwhelming, will they?"
During these words of Xavier's it struck him. Being married to Jean wasn't the only attribute of old One-Eye. Cyclops was also the leader of the X-Men, and with a little effort he could push the other X-men into doing stuff they weren't willing to do. This little fact, along with the power that was now laid on his hands by Chuck made him...the King of the Mansion!
"YES!" he screamed in joy.
"Yes, what?" said Xavier, giving him the odd eye again.
"Uhm, I mean, 'Yes!' I am glad to take this responsibility into my hands...I won't disappoint you, sir." Logan was trying to sound all too boy-scoutish by now.
"Okay, I guess this is it then. I will be leaving by sunset with a normal flight from New York. Don't expect me to be back for a few weeks."
Logan started walking toward the exit, parading like a happy little dancer during Mardi-Gras.
"Oh, and Scott?"
"Huh?" he cocked his head back.
"I found out that we can house a lot more students in the mansion by the next few months. Make sure you will have boarded some more people in here by the time I'm back. You know, tell Jean to find a creative way to approach willing students."
An evil gleam enriched Cyclops-Logan's eyes, but the ruby shades hid it well. "I can think of something myself."
Then he resumed parading towards the door.