Disclaimer: Don't sue, don't own the x-men, just really bored.
Authors note: I added a new character, she is of my creation. I hope you like it.
P.S.: I decided to repost this story because it was my first and after writing for awhile I went back and noticed a lot of mistakes. I hope in reposting it a lot more viewers will review it. Anywho, I appreciate your time in reading it and any reviews you make.

Rating: PG13
Genres: Humor and Romance
Main Characters: Katerina (New character), Logan, Gambit and ect…

Summary: Katerina escapes the Brotherhood and meets up with the X-Men. But how long will it take before the X-Men find out her secret.

Foul Moods: Chapter 2

Behind the institute there's the garage also known as Logan's swearing room. This is where Logan has been spending most of his time at since his accident.

One six pack of beer: $6.50, one cigar: $14.00, one week of trying to fix a mangled piece of crap back to new with no help: priceless

He glanced at the motorcycle, down at the booklet and then back at the motorcycle. "For the love of God, how am I supposed to fix this, really come on now."

Logan set the booklet back in the box. He snatched another beer from the cooler beside him and starred real hard at the bike and remarked.

"It's just you, me and a can of beer; ok maybe a cigar but I couldn't, oh what the hell lets make it a party." He lit the cigar and took a long puff. Logan thought to himself as he took another puff. Man it's going to be a hell of a week putten' that piece of crap together.

Half an hour passed and he knew the bike could wait so he grabbed the remainder of the six-pack waiting for him in the cooler and went outside.

The cool air blew softly as Logan found a nice place to sit by the wall and relax. He popped open yet another beer and drank down the cool liquid thirstily.

Couple hours passed

Logan wondered who would every want to pass up a moment like this to watch late night Television. The grass felt cool and damp beneath his fingers. A stronger breeze blew and it rapped its arms around Logan like a cool blanket.

Everything else could take a hike, right now Logan just wanted to nap in peaceful solitude.

Bush watcher

This time the breeze didn't bring its blanket like coolness but the smell of something Logan could not explain. With eyes opened wide, senses in full over drive he slowly arose.

The smell grew stronger and so intensified Logan's heightened senses. What the hell could this be? What ever it was, it had some explaining to do.

He followed the scent and it led him to the court yard. Quietly Logan creped down behind a bush, and peered through its leafy mass. He found nothing out of the ordinary expect Kitty frenching some boy.

To Kitty's surprise she noticed Logan watching her from a near by flowering shrub. The idea of being spied on upset Kitty so much that even her boyfriend Luke, could detect her change in mood.

"Something wrong Kat?" Luke asked calmly.

"We're being watched," whispered Kitty wrinkling her brow.

"Oh so my Kitty has spotted a peeping Tom I suppose," grinned her boyfriend.

Kitty grinned at her Luke's remark. "Yes, a big hairy one." She pointed toward the under-sized shrub. Logan mentally checked a big NO in the slot for becoming an undercover agent again.

Reluctantly Logan walked out from behind his hiding spot and said.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you two kids…" Luke blurted out before Logan could finish.

"Don't tell me he's your father?" He stared at Kitty with terrified eyes.

"Him", Kitty pointed again to Logan with disgust across her face. "You've got to be kidding, like I would have lots of body hair then, NO I don't think so."

"I don't have that much body hair; you act like your describing a monkey or something to that nature," replied Logan gruffly positioning his hands on his sides.

"Really Logan come on. If I was to compare you to a monkey, I'd say the monkey had less…"

Logan butted in, "I don't need to take this from some half-pint kid. I'd rather hear it from Jean. But that's not why I stopped your little making out party, to talk 'bout my body hair. I don't think it's safe out here for you two. So as your guardian, I'm telling you to go inside at once."

Twin sighs were followed by Logan pointing to the mansion. Both Kitty and Luke got up from there bench and trudged back to the institute. Logan remained there till he heard the sound of the mansion doors closing.

"Now where was I? Oh yah, I was looking for that scent." Logan sniffed the air again. But the smell was gone. Darn kids made me lose sight of what I was trying to do, and now I lost the damn thing. I'm sure if I wait around long enough the breeze will bring it back.

If theirs something smelly in the neighborhood
who ya gonna call?


The breeze brought the smell back as Logan predicted; but never had he expected such strenuous time searching for it. It went left, then right, and right some more and even once it left all together.

Across the basketball courts and into the stable Logan followed presently as if lead around by a chain. Even the search was proving to be difficult, there was no way he would leave this scent till he found out what it was, and of up most, what it was doing here.

And YES, my hair is a flame

He followed it around the east side of the institute to where one building met the other and an open parlor appeared. The parlor was being used as some sort of social gathering, with what looked like an open bar in the back. (We all know Logan could spot a beer miles away. LoL ;p.) Lights were hung around in various colors and smack dab in the middle of it all was a monstrous banner saying CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE in bold green letters.

Logan wasn't in much of a good mood but if he could get a free beer, heck he'd act anyway you'd want him to.

Cheap Alcohol filled Logan's senses as he walked up the steps. The words to Rock You Like a Hurricane played much too loudly for anyone to recognize.

Logan pushed further into the crowd until an opening set him free from the confusion. An odd looking man dressed in a tux questioned him about a drink. Logan turned around and said.

"Anything to drown out the crowd would be nice. Try not makin' it fruity, I got a reputation to uphold, bub." Then the man in the tux replied.

"I know where ya comin' from. My name's Mike, Mike Neal." He extended his hand toward Logan.

Logan remarked, "Well I'm glad for ya. My name's Logan, um you just call me Logan." Mike smiled and disappeared for a second then emerged with an ice cold Bud and asked.

"You waiting here for somebody?" Mike looked around a moment then back for a reply.

"Yes and no," mumbled Logan in between large swallows of beer. I hope he doesn't ask me to explain, 'cause things will really start gettin' weird…

"Havin' trouble with the misses, it's all right. I went through it once before, hopefully your women didn't turn your hair on fire when she caught you with her sister. Thankfully my hair grew back, well most of it has. Anyway things are looking better; I'm dating the cocktail waitress over there."

He waved over toward a fairly good-looking woman with long curly brown hair, who at the time was sitting in someone's lap.

"Nice… she always this friendly?" Logan questioned, as he brushed back his hair.

Mike scowled and retorted, "Usually only after she's had too much to drink."

"Well hell, I think I might just want to get to know her," Logan chuckled. "I take it you don't find this the least bit funny." Mike glared at Logan. "So, you said she turned your hair on fire?" Logan asked trying to cool Mike off.

Trying to imagine Mike's hair on fire while running in a circle would have been amusing to a point anyway…

To Be Continued…

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