Disclaimers: I don't own X-Men – the comics or the movie. Marvel owns the comics, and Twentieth Century Fox and Bryan Singer own the Movie. So nobody sue, okay?

This is fiction, not real.

Well, you've waited for quite a while, so here's chapter 2 of…

X-Trash

by

TheMerryVingian

Logan stepped out of Scott and Jean's trailer and took a walk a couple of trailers down, to Charles' trailer. It was a little nicer than the others – the screen door didn't have any holes in it, and there were real curtains hanging in the windows, not old bed sheets. Logan stopped at the front door and knocked.

"Who is it?" a voice said from inside.

"Professor Charles? It's me, Logan. I need to ask you something."

"Is it important?" Charles asked. "I'm using Cerebro right now."

Cerebro my ass, thought Logan. He's drinkin' a fifth right now as we speak, I'll bet! "Yes," Logan finally answered.

"Just a second." There was the faint sound of a bottle being put down on a table and cords being unplugged. Logan then heard a wheelchair roll up to the door, and then the door opening. "Yes, Logan," said Charles, his words slightly slurred. "What do you want?"

"Playin' with Cerebro drunk again, are we?" Logan said sarcastically.

"Yeah, so what's it to ya?"

"Well… nothing. It's just that… we're outta beer and stuff to eat. I was wondering if you could loan me some money to go up to the store."

"Sure, Logan." Charles replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "It's not like you already owe me money or something."

Damn! Logan thought. He's not quite drunk enough! "Well…" he finally said to Charles, "could you just… spot me one more time? Y'see, Bobby drank the last beer, and how many ketchup packets can the kids find?"

"Logan, you really need to go out and get a job."

Easy for you to say, asshole! Logan thought once again. Sittin' in that damn wheelchair collectin' disability! "I promise I'll start lookin'." Logan said, failing to notice that it rang hollow towards the Professor. "Please…"

Charles reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Though it was against his better judgment, he decided to help Logan once more out of his little jam. He handed him $20.

"Oh thank you so much." Logan replied joyously.

"That's the last time, Logan," Charles said. "So you'd better make it count this time. And start lookin' for a job. I mean it."

"Yes sir."

And with that, Logan walked hurriedly towards his and Scott's trailer. On the way, he saw the kids coming back with several handfuls of ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, and relish packets.

"Hey kids!" Logan called out to them. "The Prof loaned me 20 bucks! We're eatin' today!"

"HOORAY!!!" Rogue, Bobby, and Kitty cheered!

TO BE CONTINUED…

Well, that's all I'm gonna write for now. Sorry it took so long to update, but I was busy working on another fanfic that I wanted to get done in time for Christmas, since it had to do with Christmas. And you ought to read it, especially if you like the Matrix Trilogy. It's called A Matrix Christmas Carol, and it's posted here, of course. But I digress, so please R&R. And more will be coming soon…