Here we go again. Wow! Look at all the reviews! Here are my shout outs:
Ripdos A.K.A The Bad Ash: Hi! To explain the thing with Xavier & Rogue: If you watch the movie you'll see that Lilo says that Mr. Bubbles' knuckles say 'Cobra', which is his first name. In this version, I had to use 'Chuck' because 'Charles' doesn't fit on five fingers. As for how she was able to read his knuckles, I'm not really sure myself. Either he had the letters tattooed on his knuckles or Lilo has some knuckle reading ability that now I'm giving to Rogue in this fic. I'm glad you like weird and wack cuz there's more comin' up! Thanks for your comments!
Rogue14: Thanks for the reviews for chaps 4 & 5! And here's some more updating comin' your way. Hope you enjoy!
todd fan: Thanks! I'll do my best to keep them good. This one might not be as great as the next but if it's not then oh well I'll have the next one to make it up. Keep reviewing. U rock!
The Uncanny R-Man: Oh, if only Logan's mouth was big enough! I would've gladly had him chew up Mystique's head had I allowed myself to defy to laws of physics . . . or at least the size of his mouth. Oh well! This version was actually a little more gruesome in my opinion, with all that punching and hair pulling. Makes me a little squeamish. I can't believe I was able to write it! Okay, moving on. Thanks the review, you're really great!
ldypebsaby: I really need to thank you for your advice. You're right, I shouldn't worry so much about what other people think. The thing is, I know I'm not all that great a writer and I wish that I could fix myself to make the story even better. Still, I'm glad that you along with my other reviewers think its good. I'll try to keep writing to the best of my ability. If I don't, well, then I guess I'm going to hell. Just kidding! Thanks for all your support. Hope you like the next chappie!
Disclaimer: I don't own nothin'! Grrrr, I hate that I always have to say it. Oh why is fate so CRUEL?! AAAAAAAAHHHH!
Okay, calm down. Just give them the fic and hide in a corner, in fetal position, pretending you are not talking to yourself. Remember that, you are not talking to yourself!
Astronaut: Uh, Houston, we have a psychotic author among us. Over.
Hey, where did he come from? Oh yeah, I made him up. - Oooookaaaaaay, on to da foc, I mean fic! Whew!
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Chapter 6
The trio took the long walk home. It was full-fledged night by the time they got there.
"Did you lose yer job 'cuz o' Logan an' me?" asked Rogue as they began to ascend the steps.
"Nah," said Jean, trying to shake it off. "The manager is a vampire." Then she added in a spookier voice, "And he wanted me to join his legion of the undead."
Rogue stopped a moment and gasped. "Ah knew it!"
They finally made it to the door. Jean unlocked and opened it. "This is our home," Rogue said to Logan. "You'll like it a lot."
When Jean turned on the light, Logan let out a loud hiss as he stared at the room. He began stalking around in his own moody way. "Uh, Rogue," warned Jean as Logan inspected the den.
Rogue didn't seem to notice Jean's warning as she pulled a pillow off the couch and put it to Logan's face. "Comfy."
Logan was not impressed. He grabbed the pillow, pushed Rogue to the ground and began ripping it up for no reason.
"Hey!" yelled Jean, who ran over and grabbed the pillow from Logan, knocking him over at the same time. "What is the matter with you?!"
"Be careful of the angel!" said Rogue in Logan's defense. Just when she said that, he got up and began stomping towards the kitchen, sniffing around. "That's no angel, Rogue," said Jean. "I don't even think he's human! We're just gonna have to take him back."
"He's just cranky 'cuz it's his bedtime!"
As Logan sniffed around in the kitchen, he opened up a random drawer, looked inside, and spilled its contents onto the floor. Then he spotted a blender with a pink mixture in it. Curious, he turned it on and watched it spin. At that moment Rogue entered the room. "Hey, what are you doin'?"
Logan decided to take the lid off the blender. Bad move. The pink mix began to fly everywhere, mostly in Logan's face. "Hey! Cut it out Logan!" cried Rogue. Jean rushed in, pulled the plug out, and put the blender back on the counter. Logan tried to grab it again, but Jean got to him first. She grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and began to drag him away, causing him to trip and fall on the floor.
"Look, Rogue. He's obviously been mutated from something else! We have to take him back!" As she dragged him, he grabbed everything in his reach to slow her down. He even grabbed the side of the doorway from the den to the kitchen and left deep nail marks on it.
"He was an orphan an' we adopted him!" shouted Rogue. "Like you did fer me! What about ohana?!"
Jean tried to open the front door while still holding on to Logan. "He hasn't been here that long!"
"Neither have ah!" Rogue replied.
Just as Jean was about to throw Logan out, Rogue said, "Dad says ohana means fam'ly!"
This made Jean stop in her tracks, leaving Logan somewhat confused. What's that supposed to mean?
Rogue sighed. "Ohana means fam'ly," she repeated. "Fam'ly means-"
"Nobody gets left behind," finished Jean.
"Or . . .?"
"Or forgotten. I know, I know. I hate it when you use ohana against me."
Rogue just stuck her tongue out at her. Jean did the same. Then she let Logan go. Logan straighten himself up from the struggle as Rogue said to him, "C'mon, you can sleep right next t' me!" (Don't worry, you'll see.)
This left Jean a little worried for a moment. Ugh, she I really leave that thug in the same room with her? Ah, she'll be alright. Still, Jean did not let a desire for any sort of companionship blind her to the reality that this guy they had 'adopted' was a pretty shady, if not dangerous, character. Jean just really hoped Rogue wasn't so naïve as she thought she was. For once, let me be wrong.
Logan kicked open the door and began sniffing around. "You're a pretty curious guy," Rogue noted. "This is mah room. And this is yer bed." She pointed to the cot that was set up next to a bigger, more comfy bed. She picked up a mug with a lid that was resting on the nightstand between the two beds.
"This is yer cup. See?" She turned it upside down, but nothing came out. "Doesn't spill. Ah filled it with coffee." She handed the mug to Logan, who took a sip from it through an itdy bidy opening in the lid the was designed not to spill, like those lidded cups for little kids – the step between bottles and real cups.
"Good boy!" she said. "Now get into bed."
Logan looked at her. Who are you to give me orders? With that, he pushed Rogue to the ground again and climbed onto the other bed. He was already making himself feel comfortable by lounging on it, still drinking his coffee.
"Hey, that's mahn!" Rogue climbed up onto the bed and stood over Logan. "Down!" she ordered. Still in no mood to obey her, he picked up the pillow behind his head and used it to knock her down.
That was when he first noticed the photograph. It had been lying hidden underneath the pillow and left unnoticed until now. When he picked it up to look at it more, Rogue grabbed it away from him. "Be careful with that!" she yelled defensively. "You don't touch this! Don't EVER touch it!"
Logan was somewhat shaken by Rogue's sudden fit of sensitivity, but he tried to seem undisturbed by jumping off the bed and exploring another part of the room. Rogue carefully placed her most prized possession back under the pillow. She turned away from it and saw Logan causing more trouble: he was trying to yank the head off her doll Scrump. She quickly dashed over to save her doll.
"Don't pull on her head! She's recoverin' from surgery!" She grabbed the doll from him, allowing him to walk over to where Rogue had her easel. Logan jumped on it and began to tear one of the pictures up. "No! That was from mah blue period!"
Logan was becoming really ticked off with Rogue ordering him around. He wanted to destroy! It was what he was meant to do! He began tugging madly at the easel while he was still on it. He kept making roaring and snarling noises that got louder and louder. Man, thought Rogue, ah've got t' find a way to calm him down!
She found the solution. Hanging next to her easel was a lai of white flowers. When she put the flowers around his neck, his animal behavior immediately ceased. In fact, he became so relaxed that he let go of the easel and fell to the floor.
"There!" sighed Rogue. She knelt down by Logan and brought her face close to his. He looked back up at her. Interestingly, they were facing each other upside down.
"Ya know, you wreck everythin' you touch. Whah not try an' make somethin' fer a change?"
Logan sat up and thought about. That might not be a bad idea, actually. He took off the lai and began building something using all sorts of objects around the room; toys, books, lamps, anything Logan could get his hands on. Rogue climbed up onto her bed so she would be out of his way and have a good view of what he was making.
After just 30 seconds, there was a model of a large city in the middle of the room. "Wow," said Rogue. "San Francisco."
Logan looked at the model, seeming quite pleased with it. He made the final touch by adding a hula girl lamp and taking the lamp shade off it. Then, without warning, he started rampaging through his little city like a monster in one of those monster movies. And he played the part quite well. He knocked down buildings, broke the Golden Gate Bridge, and smashed little cars, all the while roaring like Godzilla. One car he picked up and waved it around in mid air, for drama's sake. He switched between his monstrous roaring and terrified people dialog.
"GrrrrRRRAAAAAARRRRR!"
"EEEEKK! HELP! SAVE ME!"
"RRRRRRAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEERRRRR!"
"EEEEEEEKKK! HELP-"
He finally finished it off by chewing up the car and continuing to plague the city. Rogue just stared at him during his little performance. "No more caffeine fer you," she mumbled.
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Magneto chuckled while watching them. Man, do those guys ever give them privacy?! Anyway, he was watching as Logan was making his little "creator vs. destroyer" display with Rogue watching. "This girl is wasting her time!" he said to Mystique, who was climbing into her sleeping bag. "Wolverine cannot be taught to ignore his destructive programming! Hahaha!"
He turned back and watched the destruction continue. Mystique merely rolled her eyes. She had originally decided not to kill Magneto until after the mission was over, but now she was having second thoughts. To avoid thinking about it, she picked up her mirror and looked at herself. Then, after making sure 'Bucket Head' wasn't looking, she pulled out a black wig from her sack and tried it on. Yes, she had a wig. Don't know why, but she did.
Just then Magneto turned around and saw her admiring the wig. What is she doing? Why is she wearing a WIG? "What are you doing?"
"Nothing!" she said quickly, hiding the wig behind her back. Magneto's attention was no longer focused on Wolverine. "Uh, say, let me try that on."
Mystique hugged her precious wig selfishly. "No!"
"Share!" he replied and began tackling her.
"No! Go away! You're just jealous because I'm pretty!"
Magneto was eventually the victor. He quickly took off his helmet and put on the wig, making sure it covered all his white locks.
Suddenly, Mystique gasped and ordered, "Don't move!" She was looking at a small insect on her arm. "A mosquito has chosen me for her perch! She's so . . . beautiful!" Then another mosquito landed near the first one. "Oh! And there's another one. And another one! Why, it's a whole flock!" By now she was almost completely covered with mosquitoes. She giggled at the tickling feelings they were making all over her body. "Ha ha! They like me! They're tickling my flesh with their noses! Now they're . . . they're . . ."
There was a moment of silence, followed by a very loud, "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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"I don't know. I think he might be some kind of fugitive. And I mean an evil fugitive." Jean was talking on the phone with a friend of hers as she was flipping through the newspaper looking for recently escaped criminals. "I can't even talk to him! And he keeps staring at me like he's gonna kill me – AAAAH!"
There was Logan, standing in front of the fridge with the door open, his hand part way in. He was wearing his PJs, which consisted of an old undershirt he had found to wear as a pajama top plus his jeans. Jean had dropped the newspaper and the phone due to her surprise. The two of them just stared at each other for a minute. Then Logan reached in all the way, grabbed a can of root beer, turned and shut the door behind him with his foot. He then returned to the bedroom. Jean still stood there, petrified. "Hello?" said the voice on the phone. "Are you alright? Are you even there? Hello?"
Magneto was looking through his binoculars again and watched Logan as he walked back into the room, finished chugging down the root beer, belched loudly, and crushed the can against his head and threw it away.
"Now this is interesting," he said to himself.
"What is?" asked Mystique from under several layers of bandages that covered her insect-bitten face.
"Weapon X was designed to be a monster, but now – he had nothing left to destroy." He said this as he was climbing into his sleeping bag. "You see, I never gave him a greater purpose. What must it be like to have . . . nothing? Not even memories to visit in the middle of the night?"
That was Logan was going through right at that moment. He looked around the room at the mess and destruction he had made. There was no longer anything to do. What was he supposed to do? How was he even supposed to feel about all of this? Take out destruction, and he felt like he and his life had no purpose, no meaning.
Not exactly sure why, he began picking up random books off the floor, looking at them as if he was searching for something in them. Yet he didn't know exactly what he was searching for. He soon wandered over to the book shelf and one by one pulled out a book and looked at the title. Most of them weren't very interesting. On book was on oyster farming; he quickly threw that one aside. Then he found one on fire-eating; definitely not that one after what he had seen tonight. Next he found a book of road maps. It caught his attention and he began looking through it. The first page he opened to he carefully ripped out of the book. He continued to look through it until he had lost interest in that one too. In frustration he threw it aside and pulled out another book. His expression quickly changed as he opened it to a supposedly random page.
He quickly went to Rogue's bed and began to shake her. She soon opened her eyes. "Huh? Wh-what is it?"
Logan sat on her bed and pointed to the page he had opened up to. He went to the other side of the bed so Rogue would have room to sit up. After rubbing her eyes she looked at the book. On one page there was the picture of a little duck all by himself, crying and calling out "I'm lost!". On the other page the little duck was being held by two large swans who were smiling. And he was smiling too.
"That's the Ugly Duckin'," Rogue explained with a yawn. "See, on this page he's sad 'cuz he's all alone an' nobody wants him. But on this page, his family hears him cryin' an' they find him. Then the Ugly Ducklin' is happy, b'cuz he knows where he b'longs."
Rogue looked at Logan with a small smile on her face. He looked back at her, wondering what she was trying to get at. He thought about what she had said. Well, it sounds pretty corny, but maybe there's somethin' to it. Could this have anything to do with why I'm feeling so weird all of a sudden?
Without a word, he took the book, closed it, and brought it to his bed – or, er, cot, and climbed in. Before he could try to fall asleep, Rogue asked him, "Ya wanna listen t' 'The King'?" She picked up a record that was on the foot of her bed. "You look like an Elvis fan."
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The next morning, Jean was awaken by Rogue. "Jean. Jean! Wake up!"
Jean sat up sleepily. "Huh? Yeah?" She saw Rogue, already dressed in her purple top and black pants with Logan standing next to her. There was a record player at their feet. "Look," Rogue said.
Rogue motioned Logan to kneel down, and she kneeled down with him. She turned on the record without putting the needle on it. Then she carefully took Logan's hand and placed his fingernail on the spinning record. Rogue paused for a moment, gesturing Jean to watch very closely. Then she put her hand under Logan's jaw and opened his mouth. Music started coming out.
"We can't gone on together – with suspicious min-"
She closed his mouth, and the music stopped. Then she opened it again.
"Minds!"
Closed it, then opened it.
"And we can't build our dreams-"
Closed it, opened it.
"-on suspicious miii-i-i-i-inds!"
All this time Jean stared at Logan in disbelief. She said he was probably mutated from something else, but she could never imagine this.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Jean got out of her bed to answer it and Rogue closed Logan's mouth again. Jean gasped in surprise when she saw their visitor was Professor Xavier. "I heard you lost your job," he said, his hands folded and his elbows resting on the arms of his chair.
"Well, actually – I just quit – that job. Because, you know, the hours really don't work when raising a child and-"
As Jean was speaking, Logan came to the door to see who it was. After staring at the Professor for a minute, he snarled at him. Then, suddenly, he took the book he was holding and threw it at Xavier's unprotected head.
"OW! HEY!" Xavier snapped. Jean quickly grabbed Logan and shoved him behind her. "Oh! I am so sorry about that-"
"Who is this?" asked Xavier in a sharp tone. Rogue came to the door. "That's mah brother," she explained.
He looked at her in surprise. "Really?" He looked back at Jean, clearly not pleased. "Thus far have you been sheltered in the harbor of my patience. But I cannot ignore you being jobless. Do I make myself clear?"
"Perfectly," answered Jean without hesitation.
"And the next time I see him I expect him to be a model citizen. Capish?"
"Uh . . . yes?" answered Rogue uncertainly.
Xavier looked back and forth between his two cases. "New job," he said to Jean. "Model citizen," he said to Logan. Placing a hand on his head, he finished with, "Good day," and left.
Jean and Rogue exchanged nervous glances, then they both glanced at Logan. Maybe they could get Jean a job, but would they be able to do it and be able to help Logan with his bad manners? Oh, who was to know?
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