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Part two: Gotta make bail.
The two circled each other slowly, then Logan jumped at Remy. Logan punched him on the chest, Remy headbutted him in return. Logan sent a kick at Remy's stomach, but stopped when Remy moved to block it. Instead, he kicked Remy in the back of the knee.
Remy stumbled, but got out of the way. He managed to get behind Logan, but Logan punched out behind him with his left hand, Remy had to duck it. Remy ran at Logan and punched him on the shoulder. Nobody seemed to notice the news van that recently started taping the fight
Logan kneed him in the stomach, and as he was getting up, Logan doubled his fists and slammed it into the small of Remy's back. The crowd of barflys had mixed reactions to this.
Logan grabbed Remy's arm and swung his upper body downward suddenly, throwing Remy into some of the onlookers.
At the institute, Kurt was watching the news in the Rec. Room when a live broadcast came on. "Vhat?" It showed two people fighting, and it was soon made very clear that it was Logan and Remy.
"Zhey made zhe news!" Kurt shouted, grinning. Kitty, Jubilee, and Rahne walked in at that moment and saw the screen.
"Whoa! They're, like, Killing each other!" Kitty said, the trio sat down.
"Vell, should ve make bets?" Kurt asked, taking out his wallet. They started to pool their money, and some of the other X-men came in.
So far the bets were about even, $480 on Logan; $500 on Remy.
They were all cheering on their combatant of choice when a female voice with a southern accent shouted: "What's goin' on in here!?"
They all turned to look at Rogue, then became silent. "Er..." Kurt started. "Logan and Remy are beating zhe zhit out of each ozher."
Rogue walked up, looking at the TV with a blank expression. Just as Logan and Remy met in the center of the 'ring' again, she smiled. "How much do I have to bet?"
Kurt grinned. "As much as you vant."
She took out a wad of cash and some credit cards. "All Remy's. Put it on Logan."
The people in the Rec. room followed this with a "oooh....!"
Kurt set them on the Logan pile, then they all went back to cheering on the fighters.
The crowd was giving the fighters more room as things got more intense. A police car showed up, but the cops seemed worried on interrupting the fight. Hey, protect and serve huh?
Logan and Remy were a few feet apart, Logan's nose was bleeding, Remy's upper lip was busted open, they were both in bad shape.
They were both breathing heavily, just intent on knocking the other one out. Logan ran at Remy and punched him in the shoulder again, Remy hit Logan in the stomach. The two looked at each other, then they both sent a roundhouse kick. Their leg's struck each other.
They righted themselves, then both jumped and kicked with the opposite leg, they both hit each other around the hips. They did another jump kick and hit each other in the gut. This time, they were sent away from each other.
Once they came to, they ran at each other again and sent a punch at each others jaw. The hit connected, it had such force that both were stunned. Logan came out of it first, hitting Remy on the right side of his collar bone to turn him slightly, then giving him an uppercut to the chin.
Remy was thrown back onto the ground, and he didn't get up. Logan walked over and put two fingers on his neck to check for a pulse. "Good. Last thing I need is a murder charge..."
At the institute, the people that bet on Logan started cheering. They each got back a lot more money than they put in. They kept watching the TV to see some cops come up behind Logan and give him a whack on the back of his head with a blackjack. (Blackjacks are basically metal rods.)
They could see Logan get up, rubbing his head and turn around to look at a pale-faced frightened cop. As soon as he met eyes with the cop, he passed out.
By the time the cops were sure that he was out, Remy had woken up. He saw that cops were there and about to take him into custody and sprang up, starting to run.
The people at the institute broke out laughing, now starting another wager on whether the cops would catch him or not.
Well, they caught him.
When they reached the jail, bail was set at three hundred for Logan, four hundred for Remy (With the extra charge of evading arrest.). Logan had woken up with a huge headache, it was made worse when he saw who his cellmate was. "Remy."
Remy glanced over, then shrugged. Staying quiet. They took his coat, which had his cards and throwing spikes in it. They were both legally stuck t here.
Logan wasn't about to pop his claws out and try and break out. Hell, chucks blood pressure is probably high enough as it is.
Logan rubbed the back of his head, glad his bones were covered with adamantium. "Hey, you made bail." one of the guards said, Logan looked up and Rogue was standing next to the guard. Remy stood up and walked to the bars.
"Mon chere! You came here to bail Remy out?" He asked, Logan rolled his eyes and laid down on the cot.
"No." Rogue said. "I came to get Logan. C'mon Sugah!" Logan glanced over.
"What the hell?" Logan stood up, walking to the bars as the guard unlocked it "What's this all 'bout, darlin'?"
Rogue smiled. "I made some money off you earlier, so I figured I could come down and bail you out."
Logan smirked, glancing at Remy. "Have fun, Gumbo." and walked out of the cell. After talking to the police, the two walked out of the police department.
Logan glanced at Rogue. "How'd you make money off me?"
"The fight was on the news, I walked into the Rec. room and saw a crowd cheering. They were bettin' on ya, sugah." Logan smirked.
"Was cyke there?" she nodded. "I'm sure he put money on me, right?" She laughed.
"He put nearly 200 bucks down on Remy." she said, Logan laughed.
"Musta had a great look on his face when I was the winner." Logan said, then the two started walking back to the institute. "They impounded my bike. I'll hafta get it in the mornin'."
Rogue nodded. Logan took his dogtags out of his pocket. "They took these from me too." He glanced over at her and smirked, holding them out to her. "Here."
She looked at him, then took the dogtags. "Thanks, Logan."
Logan smiled, saying in a bad imitation of her accent. "No problem, Sugah." She smacked him on the shoulder, right on a bruise. "Ah, damn!" Logan said, rubbing the spot. "Geeze... good aim."
She laughed, then put the dogtags around her neck. "Let's go home, Logan." Logan nodded, then looked over when he felt a gloved hand take his. He smiled and squeezed her hand softly.
The two walked the rest of the way in silence.
That night, Rogue slept in Logans room. Professor Xavier informed them that a new frame would be there the next day (Much to their dissapointment.) Logan stared at the ceiling, one arm behind his head.
Rogue shifted in the bed and rested an arm over Logans chest. He had on a thin white T-shirt, so he wouldn't have to worry about her killing him while they slept. Logan glanced over at her and sighed.
He thought: "Ever since I came here I was livin' fer no one but myself. Everythin' I did was because my instincts told me to. Never thought about helping someone out unless it had somethin' to do with a mission or if it had somethin' to do with me personally.
When she was a student, I made an effort to stay the hell away from them unless Magneto was screwin' somethin' up, or every other room in the institute had someone in it. Saved up enough cash and got that cabin away from here when I needed to be alone.
Just doin' it fer me. Never fer anybody else. Whenever a graduation was comin' up, I made sure T'get out of town. Jean says it's due to my 'anti-social behavior pattern'. What the hell does that mean, anyway?
When Rogue graduated last year, she figured I wasn't there. I was. There's a difference between not being there and not being seen.
When I started that fight with Remy, was that just M'instincts tellin' me to do it? Hell, I had no reason T'get mixed up in that, no reason at all. Why'd I do it, then?
Musta been due to all the times I've seen those brown eyes fulla tears. All the times I heard Kitty and Kurt tryin' T'cheer her up. Where the hell was I those times?" He shook his head, shutting his eyes.
"I think I'm about done jus' livin' fer myself..." was the last thought he had before he fell into his first dreamless sleep in years.
The End.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aw... blinks Was that schmaltzy enough? Okay, just to clarify, this is a while after Rogue's graduation, so it'd be probably during Kitty's senior year. ('Cause Kitty got her permit in the series, so I assume she was 15. shrugs I'm assuming Rogue was a year older.)
Like? Don't like? R&R, Bub.
--Ookami.
Part two: Gotta make bail.
The two circled each other slowly, then Logan jumped at Remy. Logan punched him on the chest, Remy headbutted him in return. Logan sent a kick at Remy's stomach, but stopped when Remy moved to block it. Instead, he kicked Remy in the back of the knee.
Remy stumbled, but got out of the way. He managed to get behind Logan, but Logan punched out behind him with his left hand, Remy had to duck it. Remy ran at Logan and punched him on the shoulder. Nobody seemed to notice the news van that recently started taping the fight
Logan kneed him in the stomach, and as he was getting up, Logan doubled his fists and slammed it into the small of Remy's back. The crowd of barflys had mixed reactions to this.
Logan grabbed Remy's arm and swung his upper body downward suddenly, throwing Remy into some of the onlookers.
At the institute, Kurt was watching the news in the Rec. Room when a live broadcast came on. "Vhat?" It showed two people fighting, and it was soon made very clear that it was Logan and Remy.
"Zhey made zhe news!" Kurt shouted, grinning. Kitty, Jubilee, and Rahne walked in at that moment and saw the screen.
"Whoa! They're, like, Killing each other!" Kitty said, the trio sat down.
"Vell, should ve make bets?" Kurt asked, taking out his wallet. They started to pool their money, and some of the other X-men came in.
So far the bets were about even, $480 on Logan; $500 on Remy.
They were all cheering on their combatant of choice when a female voice with a southern accent shouted: "What's goin' on in here!?"
They all turned to look at Rogue, then became silent. "Er..." Kurt started. "Logan and Remy are beating zhe zhit out of each ozher."
Rogue walked up, looking at the TV with a blank expression. Just as Logan and Remy met in the center of the 'ring' again, she smiled. "How much do I have to bet?"
Kurt grinned. "As much as you vant."
She took out a wad of cash and some credit cards. "All Remy's. Put it on Logan."
The people in the Rec. room followed this with a "oooh....!"
Kurt set them on the Logan pile, then they all went back to cheering on the fighters.
The crowd was giving the fighters more room as things got more intense. A police car showed up, but the cops seemed worried on interrupting the fight. Hey, protect and serve huh?
Logan and Remy were a few feet apart, Logan's nose was bleeding, Remy's upper lip was busted open, they were both in bad shape.
They were both breathing heavily, just intent on knocking the other one out. Logan ran at Remy and punched him in the shoulder again, Remy hit Logan in the stomach. The two looked at each other, then they both sent a roundhouse kick. Their leg's struck each other.
They righted themselves, then both jumped and kicked with the opposite leg, they both hit each other around the hips. They did another jump kick and hit each other in the gut. This time, they were sent away from each other.
Once they came to, they ran at each other again and sent a punch at each others jaw. The hit connected, it had such force that both were stunned. Logan came out of it first, hitting Remy on the right side of his collar bone to turn him slightly, then giving him an uppercut to the chin.
Remy was thrown back onto the ground, and he didn't get up. Logan walked over and put two fingers on his neck to check for a pulse. "Good. Last thing I need is a murder charge..."
At the institute, the people that bet on Logan started cheering. They each got back a lot more money than they put in. They kept watching the TV to see some cops come up behind Logan and give him a whack on the back of his head with a blackjack. (Blackjacks are basically metal rods.)
They could see Logan get up, rubbing his head and turn around to look at a pale-faced frightened cop. As soon as he met eyes with the cop, he passed out.
By the time the cops were sure that he was out, Remy had woken up. He saw that cops were there and about to take him into custody and sprang up, starting to run.
The people at the institute broke out laughing, now starting another wager on whether the cops would catch him or not.
Well, they caught him.
When they reached the jail, bail was set at three hundred for Logan, four hundred for Remy (With the extra charge of evading arrest.). Logan had woken up with a huge headache, it was made worse when he saw who his cellmate was. "Remy."
Remy glanced over, then shrugged. Staying quiet. They took his coat, which had his cards and throwing spikes in it. They were both legally stuck t here.
Logan wasn't about to pop his claws out and try and break out. Hell, chucks blood pressure is probably high enough as it is.
Logan rubbed the back of his head, glad his bones were covered with adamantium. "Hey, you made bail." one of the guards said, Logan looked up and Rogue was standing next to the guard. Remy stood up and walked to the bars.
"Mon chere! You came here to bail Remy out?" He asked, Logan rolled his eyes and laid down on the cot.
"No." Rogue said. "I came to get Logan. C'mon Sugah!" Logan glanced over.
"What the hell?" Logan stood up, walking to the bars as the guard unlocked it "What's this all 'bout, darlin'?"
Rogue smiled. "I made some money off you earlier, so I figured I could come down and bail you out."
Logan smirked, glancing at Remy. "Have fun, Gumbo." and walked out of the cell. After talking to the police, the two walked out of the police department.
Logan glanced at Rogue. "How'd you make money off me?"
"The fight was on the news, I walked into the Rec. room and saw a crowd cheering. They were bettin' on ya, sugah." Logan smirked.
"Was cyke there?" she nodded. "I'm sure he put money on me, right?" She laughed.
"He put nearly 200 bucks down on Remy." she said, Logan laughed.
"Musta had a great look on his face when I was the winner." Logan said, then the two started walking back to the institute. "They impounded my bike. I'll hafta get it in the mornin'."
Rogue nodded. Logan took his dogtags out of his pocket. "They took these from me too." He glanced over at her and smirked, holding them out to her. "Here."
She looked at him, then took the dogtags. "Thanks, Logan."
Logan smiled, saying in a bad imitation of her accent. "No problem, Sugah." She smacked him on the shoulder, right on a bruise. "Ah, damn!" Logan said, rubbing the spot. "Geeze... good aim."
She laughed, then put the dogtags around her neck. "Let's go home, Logan." Logan nodded, then looked over when he felt a gloved hand take his. He smiled and squeezed her hand softly.
The two walked the rest of the way in silence.
That night, Rogue slept in Logans room. Professor Xavier informed them that a new frame would be there the next day (Much to their dissapointment.) Logan stared at the ceiling, one arm behind his head.
Rogue shifted in the bed and rested an arm over Logans chest. He had on a thin white T-shirt, so he wouldn't have to worry about her killing him while they slept. Logan glanced over at her and sighed.
He thought: "Ever since I came here I was livin' fer no one but myself. Everythin' I did was because my instincts told me to. Never thought about helping someone out unless it had somethin' to do with a mission or if it had somethin' to do with me personally.
When she was a student, I made an effort to stay the hell away from them unless Magneto was screwin' somethin' up, or every other room in the institute had someone in it. Saved up enough cash and got that cabin away from here when I needed to be alone.
Just doin' it fer me. Never fer anybody else. Whenever a graduation was comin' up, I made sure T'get out of town. Jean says it's due to my 'anti-social behavior pattern'. What the hell does that mean, anyway?
When Rogue graduated last year, she figured I wasn't there. I was. There's a difference between not being there and not being seen.
When I started that fight with Remy, was that just M'instincts tellin' me to do it? Hell, I had no reason T'get mixed up in that, no reason at all. Why'd I do it, then?
Musta been due to all the times I've seen those brown eyes fulla tears. All the times I heard Kitty and Kurt tryin' T'cheer her up. Where the hell was I those times?" He shook his head, shutting his eyes.
"I think I'm about done jus' livin' fer myself..." was the last thought he had before he fell into his first dreamless sleep in years.
The End.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aw... blinks Was that schmaltzy enough? Okay, just to clarify, this is a while after Rogue's graduation, so it'd be probably during Kitty's senior year. ('Cause Kitty got her permit in the series, so I assume she was 15. shrugs I'm assuming Rogue was a year older.)
Like? Don't like? R&R, Bub.
--Ookami.