Title: Love Is In The Air
Author: Mitsaso
E-Mail: Mitsasoin.gr, MitsasoXhotmail.com
Archive: Sure. Just inform me if you want to archive it someplace else,so that I can do silly happy dances around my room.
Disclaimer: The X-Men all belong to Marvel and Stan Lee. I'm really making no profit out of these fics I make... You really think I want to make profit out of the X-Men? As for the characters belonging to me; those are Michelle, Lola, Kate, Jack and last but not least...Evita. Too many original characters, you say? Nah, don't worry, most of them keep brief roles. The songs used in the story belong to whoever made them. I'm too bored to research for those right now. Also; all the celebrities named or used in this fic belong to themselves.
Rating: PG-13. Just some language, but hey, nothing really indecent. I think ;-) Also contains evil old ladies, like all my fics do.
Summary: Wolverine and Jubilee are supposed to protect Bobby...protect him from falling in love again. But how can that EVER be possible when they're all on a mutant Love Boat?
Warnings: Contains insane silliness. And unorthodox romance.
The fic is placed in the Uncanny X-Men world, right after the Draco storyline. Or whenever after that cancelled wedding of Havoc and Polaris. I guess the secondary mutantion doesn't apply for Bobby in this fic
[] indicates telepathic communication
LOVE IS IN THE AIR
The great cruise boat named "S.S. Lamancha" was sailing peacefully in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, going through one more of its scheduled cruises.
Hot chicks with martini dries were lounging in the lounge bar (where else?). Broad shouldered guys in Speedos were showing off their tanned bodies right by the pool. Old ladies were playing Bingo in the especially designed for that purpose area.
The atmosphere in the Bingo room was intensely heavy, given the equally heavy thinking that the contestants had to go through. So, a relatively ongoing silence was dominating the whole room, as the old ladies were bending their heads over their cards.
But suddenly, all the peacefulness in the place was severely interrupted, as a young Asian-looking girl emerged through the mass of old people, cheerfully screaming: "Bingo! I WON! I WOOON!!!"
The old ladies shot her a mean, jealous look, probably questioning the business of a teenager in their game. How dared she win? Was she even old enough to play Bingo?
"What? The arcades were broken down..." she said apologetically.
She then excused herself as the crowd of mean old hags began raising their eyebrows in doubt. Then they all bolted after her.
Somewhere else, and more specifically at the very back of the boat, on the upper deck, Bobby L. Drake was standing on the highest place possible and was leaning his body against the steel gratings that were restraining him from falling over the ledge and splashing into the cold sea water below. He was looking for love again...
He hovered his head again over the edge and looked down at the white foam marking the sparkling blue water where the boat had made its path. Right below him, he could hear the boat's propel producing huge masses of froth and leaving them behind to become one with the sea again.
He had to admit to himself that the sight of the purest white froth mixed with deep ocean blue water was utterly romantic.
So he couldn't help himself and he started singing again.
"Love... exciting and new!
Come Aboard, We're expecting yououououou...
Love, life's sweetest reward,
Let it flooow, it floats back to yououououou...
The Looove Boat
soon will be making another run
The Looove Boat
promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new roooomaance-"
WHACK!
It was fortunate for the poor people around him that Wolverine finally reached him and slapped him on the head, putting an end to the acoustic torment of the innocent mutants that had paid to have a quiet and relaxing cruise on the same boat as the two of them.
"I can't believe that you actually knew all the lyrics to THIS one!" he told him while glancing looks to the unsuspecting people around, making sure that nobody had taken an interest on them until now.
Bobby looked up at Logan with a pouty, hurt look. "I just-"
"Shut up. We're not supposed to draw attention here! This is supposed to be a trip for people who need relaxation and peace... none of these two stands for you exercising your singing skills!" Logan's tone was a pretty quiet one itself, since the man really didn't want to draw attention form anyone else up there with them.
Bobby just shot him a mean look -the one that really naughty kids have after being scolded- and ignored him by turning his head towards the foam line on the sea again. Then he started whistling the tune to "Love Is in the Air".
Logan turned his head to face the other way and let an exasperating sigh. How had he brought himself into this?
The Token Flashback
The rec room was once more buzzing with life, since an awful lot of the mansion's residents were in there, watching TV, and more specifically the multi-used videotape of "Titanic", Jubilee's favourite movie ever, whom the poor X-Men around had to endure once more while watching for the millionth time that flick and practically wasting away their only chance today on the prime-time zone, since they had just snatched the remote away from Bobby's hands, who had been watching cartoons and angsting all day now.
The events of the last weeks seemed to have taken their toll on the poor cryomorph's psychology. Lorna getting married to Alex was bad enough; and Bobby falling for Annie too could have been a real salvation to his mood and his neglected love-life. However, the wedding was cancelled, but that didn't result into Bobby feeling better. You see, Alex left Lorna at the altar for Annie's eyes. So that left no woman for poor Bobby, since Lorna was determined to keep fighting for Alex's love, though not so obviously anymore.
So Bobby was occupying the room with his moody presence and Logan, who was also present at the room, was very happy to leave it when he was summoned from Jean's telepathic call...in her bedroom.
Logan practically raced to the bedroom, but as he barged in it he regretfully realised that Jean had not summoned him for what he thought she had.
She better not, because Cyclops was there too, and Logan was never eager to share his booty with-
"Well, that was one quick response", Jean put an abrupt end tin his trail of thoughts, a rather serious expression pictured on her face. Scott had the same look as her too.
"Look, Jean, I'm not a telepath, so I don't know what you guys have in mind, but-"
"I need a big favour of you, Logan." she interrupted again. This was beginning to get tiring.
"Uh-okay... I guess. What do you want of me?" he said suspiciously, exchanging looks with Jean, then Scott. He finally glanced back at Jean.
"Bobby had been very upset lately. You know the whole thing with Lorna, Annie and Alex..." Jean suddenly stopped thinking as they both felt Scott behind them trying to suppress an incoming snicker.
Logan just nodded knowingly at what Jean had said earlier, as he waited for Scott to fill Jean in with whatever he wanted to through the mental link they shared. Logan could smell things alright, and he was perfectly aware of Bobby's felling towards his ex Lorna, plus his newfound interest in Annie, the human nurse of the Institute.
He could tell that Iceman had been a psychological mess these last few weeks, especially with both women-and Alex- being around in the mansion lately, making the pain of rejection worse with their constant presence.
Wolverine could also "smell" Jean-Paul's interest in Bobby lately, and he was pretty sure that was what One-Eye was reminding Jean right now.
"...Whatever, I don't think that counts." she said out loud, indicating that her silent conversation with hubby was over. "My point is, Bobby needs to get away for a while. Meet new people. Get over this whole whacky situation."
"And my role in this whole thing is...?" that question wasn't really necessary, since Logan could see where this was going.
"I want you to go with him. You see, I booked him in for a special cruise, beginning the next week. A boat cruises the whole Atlantic and though it's not really out n the open, the cruise is 'mutants-only'."
"You're sending me on a cruise? Gee, thank you darlin'."
"You're not going for entertainment purposes, Logan. Not exclusively, at least. I need you to look after Bobby and make sure of some thing while there. Help him out in getting himself a pretty girl for a brief "adventure". I mean, the trip is splendid by itself, so if he gets laid as well he's gonna come back as a whole new and fresh person."
"You do have a point there, Jeannie."
"But..."
There's a "but" in this?
"...we only need him to have a fling, an adventure. Make sure he doesn't fall head over heels again, Logan. Because, if we have to go through this entire My-baby-dumped-me situation again, I'm going to take this on you...Logan." her voice was growing on a menacing tone now. "We need him to straighten up his mind, relax, get over Lorna and Annie and stop being a possible threat for Scott's brother. we don't need him angsting over a third girl, too. Am I understood?"
Logan barely managed to prevent himself from saying "Yes ma'am!"
Instead he responded with a "I don't know if I can do this...» Sure, Logan was the best at what he does, especially when that included close combat, taking out government organizations, killing dozens of -bad-people in only one spree and winning in Circle of Death games. What was not included in his -best of all- list was being a nanny to lovesick cryomorphs, and even more restraining them from causing emotional havoc.
"If you can't do this alone, I have already gotten someone to help you out. Someone who knows better." Jean added, showing suspiciously great understanding. So she expected that Wolverine wouldn't be able to make it alone?
He should have been angry by now, for Jean being so low on expectations from him, but the cheerful voice coming from the freshly opened door made him think that this could be fun after all.
"Woooolvieeee!!! We're going on a CRUISE!!!"
End of flashback
So here he was now, and it eventually wasn't even half the fun that he expected it to be. Here he was, trying to put some sense back into the lovesick Popsicle's head, and Jubilee had disappeared somewhere in the complex of shops and bars on the massive boat, probably having the time of her life.
She was supposed to help him out, since she knew Bobby better. But she was getting to have the entertaining cruise and he was stuck with the agonising one-to baby-sit Drake.
She had to pay. Logan could easily track her out by her scent in that whole mass of cruising mutants.
He shot another look at Drake. He was exactly the opposite of a babe-magnet right now, since his eyes were practically screaming: "I need to be looooved!» So there would probably be no problem on leaving him alone for a while, since he was impotent to attract chicks in his desperate condition.
Patting a seemingly tame and harmless Bobby on the head, Logan went off to track Jubilee's trail of scents.
As soon as Bobby had confirmed that he was left alone, his eyes gleamed insanely, and his lips moved aside to reveal a distorted, psychotic grin.
Author: Mitsaso
E-Mail: Mitsasoin.gr, MitsasoXhotmail.com
Archive: Sure. Just inform me if you want to archive it someplace else,so that I can do silly happy dances around my room.
Disclaimer: The X-Men all belong to Marvel and Stan Lee. I'm really making no profit out of these fics I make... You really think I want to make profit out of the X-Men? As for the characters belonging to me; those are Michelle, Lola, Kate, Jack and last but not least...Evita. Too many original characters, you say? Nah, don't worry, most of them keep brief roles. The songs used in the story belong to whoever made them. I'm too bored to research for those right now. Also; all the celebrities named or used in this fic belong to themselves.
Rating: PG-13. Just some language, but hey, nothing really indecent. I think ;-) Also contains evil old ladies, like all my fics do.
Summary: Wolverine and Jubilee are supposed to protect Bobby...protect him from falling in love again. But how can that EVER be possible when they're all on a mutant Love Boat?
Warnings: Contains insane silliness. And unorthodox romance.
The fic is placed in the Uncanny X-Men world, right after the Draco storyline. Or whenever after that cancelled wedding of Havoc and Polaris. I guess the secondary mutantion doesn't apply for Bobby in this fic
[] indicates telepathic communication
LOVE IS IN THE AIR
The great cruise boat named "S.S. Lamancha" was sailing peacefully in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, going through one more of its scheduled cruises.
Hot chicks with martini dries were lounging in the lounge bar (where else?). Broad shouldered guys in Speedos were showing off their tanned bodies right by the pool. Old ladies were playing Bingo in the especially designed for that purpose area.
The atmosphere in the Bingo room was intensely heavy, given the equally heavy thinking that the contestants had to go through. So, a relatively ongoing silence was dominating the whole room, as the old ladies were bending their heads over their cards.
But suddenly, all the peacefulness in the place was severely interrupted, as a young Asian-looking girl emerged through the mass of old people, cheerfully screaming: "Bingo! I WON! I WOOON!!!"
The old ladies shot her a mean, jealous look, probably questioning the business of a teenager in their game. How dared she win? Was she even old enough to play Bingo?
"What? The arcades were broken down..." she said apologetically.
She then excused herself as the crowd of mean old hags began raising their eyebrows in doubt. Then they all bolted after her.
Somewhere else, and more specifically at the very back of the boat, on the upper deck, Bobby L. Drake was standing on the highest place possible and was leaning his body against the steel gratings that were restraining him from falling over the ledge and splashing into the cold sea water below. He was looking for love again...
He hovered his head again over the edge and looked down at the white foam marking the sparkling blue water where the boat had made its path. Right below him, he could hear the boat's propel producing huge masses of froth and leaving them behind to become one with the sea again.
He had to admit to himself that the sight of the purest white froth mixed with deep ocean blue water was utterly romantic.
So he couldn't help himself and he started singing again.
"Love... exciting and new!
Come Aboard, We're expecting yououououou...
Love, life's sweetest reward,
Let it flooow, it floats back to yououououou...
The Looove Boat
soon will be making another run
The Looove Boat
promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new roooomaance-"
WHACK!
It was fortunate for the poor people around him that Wolverine finally reached him and slapped him on the head, putting an end to the acoustic torment of the innocent mutants that had paid to have a quiet and relaxing cruise on the same boat as the two of them.
"I can't believe that you actually knew all the lyrics to THIS one!" he told him while glancing looks to the unsuspecting people around, making sure that nobody had taken an interest on them until now.
Bobby looked up at Logan with a pouty, hurt look. "I just-"
"Shut up. We're not supposed to draw attention here! This is supposed to be a trip for people who need relaxation and peace... none of these two stands for you exercising your singing skills!" Logan's tone was a pretty quiet one itself, since the man really didn't want to draw attention form anyone else up there with them.
Bobby just shot him a mean look -the one that really naughty kids have after being scolded- and ignored him by turning his head towards the foam line on the sea again. Then he started whistling the tune to "Love Is in the Air".
Logan turned his head to face the other way and let an exasperating sigh. How had he brought himself into this?
The Token Flashback
The rec room was once more buzzing with life, since an awful lot of the mansion's residents were in there, watching TV, and more specifically the multi-used videotape of "Titanic", Jubilee's favourite movie ever, whom the poor X-Men around had to endure once more while watching for the millionth time that flick and practically wasting away their only chance today on the prime-time zone, since they had just snatched the remote away from Bobby's hands, who had been watching cartoons and angsting all day now.
The events of the last weeks seemed to have taken their toll on the poor cryomorph's psychology. Lorna getting married to Alex was bad enough; and Bobby falling for Annie too could have been a real salvation to his mood and his neglected love-life. However, the wedding was cancelled, but that didn't result into Bobby feeling better. You see, Alex left Lorna at the altar for Annie's eyes. So that left no woman for poor Bobby, since Lorna was determined to keep fighting for Alex's love, though not so obviously anymore.
So Bobby was occupying the room with his moody presence and Logan, who was also present at the room, was very happy to leave it when he was summoned from Jean's telepathic call...in her bedroom.
Logan practically raced to the bedroom, but as he barged in it he regretfully realised that Jean had not summoned him for what he thought she had.
She better not, because Cyclops was there too, and Logan was never eager to share his booty with-
"Well, that was one quick response", Jean put an abrupt end tin his trail of thoughts, a rather serious expression pictured on her face. Scott had the same look as her too.
"Look, Jean, I'm not a telepath, so I don't know what you guys have in mind, but-"
"I need a big favour of you, Logan." she interrupted again. This was beginning to get tiring.
"Uh-okay... I guess. What do you want of me?" he said suspiciously, exchanging looks with Jean, then Scott. He finally glanced back at Jean.
"Bobby had been very upset lately. You know the whole thing with Lorna, Annie and Alex..." Jean suddenly stopped thinking as they both felt Scott behind them trying to suppress an incoming snicker.
Logan just nodded knowingly at what Jean had said earlier, as he waited for Scott to fill Jean in with whatever he wanted to through the mental link they shared. Logan could smell things alright, and he was perfectly aware of Bobby's felling towards his ex Lorna, plus his newfound interest in Annie, the human nurse of the Institute.
He could tell that Iceman had been a psychological mess these last few weeks, especially with both women-and Alex- being around in the mansion lately, making the pain of rejection worse with their constant presence.
Wolverine could also "smell" Jean-Paul's interest in Bobby lately, and he was pretty sure that was what One-Eye was reminding Jean right now.
"...Whatever, I don't think that counts." she said out loud, indicating that her silent conversation with hubby was over. "My point is, Bobby needs to get away for a while. Meet new people. Get over this whole whacky situation."
"And my role in this whole thing is...?" that question wasn't really necessary, since Logan could see where this was going.
"I want you to go with him. You see, I booked him in for a special cruise, beginning the next week. A boat cruises the whole Atlantic and though it's not really out n the open, the cruise is 'mutants-only'."
"You're sending me on a cruise? Gee, thank you darlin'."
"You're not going for entertainment purposes, Logan. Not exclusively, at least. I need you to look after Bobby and make sure of some thing while there. Help him out in getting himself a pretty girl for a brief "adventure". I mean, the trip is splendid by itself, so if he gets laid as well he's gonna come back as a whole new and fresh person."
"You do have a point there, Jeannie."
"But..."
There's a "but" in this?
"...we only need him to have a fling, an adventure. Make sure he doesn't fall head over heels again, Logan. Because, if we have to go through this entire My-baby-dumped-me situation again, I'm going to take this on you...Logan." her voice was growing on a menacing tone now. "We need him to straighten up his mind, relax, get over Lorna and Annie and stop being a possible threat for Scott's brother. we don't need him angsting over a third girl, too. Am I understood?"
Logan barely managed to prevent himself from saying "Yes ma'am!"
Instead he responded with a "I don't know if I can do this...» Sure, Logan was the best at what he does, especially when that included close combat, taking out government organizations, killing dozens of -bad-people in only one spree and winning in Circle of Death games. What was not included in his -best of all- list was being a nanny to lovesick cryomorphs, and even more restraining them from causing emotional havoc.
"If you can't do this alone, I have already gotten someone to help you out. Someone who knows better." Jean added, showing suspiciously great understanding. So she expected that Wolverine wouldn't be able to make it alone?
He should have been angry by now, for Jean being so low on expectations from him, but the cheerful voice coming from the freshly opened door made him think that this could be fun after all.
"Woooolvieeee!!! We're going on a CRUISE!!!"
End of flashback
So here he was now, and it eventually wasn't even half the fun that he expected it to be. Here he was, trying to put some sense back into the lovesick Popsicle's head, and Jubilee had disappeared somewhere in the complex of shops and bars on the massive boat, probably having the time of her life.
She was supposed to help him out, since she knew Bobby better. But she was getting to have the entertaining cruise and he was stuck with the agonising one-to baby-sit Drake.
She had to pay. Logan could easily track her out by her scent in that whole mass of cruising mutants.
He shot another look at Drake. He was exactly the opposite of a babe-magnet right now, since his eyes were practically screaming: "I need to be looooved!» So there would probably be no problem on leaving him alone for a while, since he was impotent to attract chicks in his desperate condition.
Patting a seemingly tame and harmless Bobby on the head, Logan went off to track Jubilee's trail of scents.
As soon as Bobby had confirmed that he was left alone, his eyes gleamed insanely, and his lips moved aside to reveal a distorted, psychotic grin.