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Ishandahalf: My sweet ish, I've updated. And I'm working on a happy ending for SBSH… but honestly, happy endings are soooo overrated right? Oh, and I'm really proud of sounding like a "washed out celebrity selling useless products on an infomercial" in the last chapter. I want to be the next Ivana Tump selling ugly jewelry with a million face-lifts and all! I'm gonna make my momma proud :P TheDreamerLady: Hi darling, well, you sure posed a few questions in your review. I doubt you even remember, my oh great leader ;p I'll just say that the Emma/Bobby thing takes a turn for the worst in this chapter. Ahh… so sad, but really it won't be later on I think. ;P DemonicGambit: Okay, Logan and Ororo fixing things up is coming right up as you requested! Now, go ahead and read!! Sweety8587: My beautifully Sweety ;) More Jeremy on the way and as for Warren and Bobby and Emma and Betsy, aren't they just so messed up. You think with two telepaths, communication would actually exist in the relationships. Geez… telepaths are overrated. But sexy Cajuns are another matter… a much yummier matter… and I'll stop here before I confuse you more. ;p Star-of-Chaos: I know! There are so many R rated stories I want to add. R rated stories are the best! Geez…I'm mad at for that. Perhaps I shall email them again about it for the millionth time. Ludi: My precioussss…. Movie Gollum is so scary. Ohh.. and I had the most twisted dream. Remind me to tell you about it sometimes. I think there's something wrong with me. Back on topic! Look, I updated something! And I know my next move for SBSH too! Aren't your proud of me! And then there's MnM… I want to get that back on board. We'll see how long my creative juices last. Let's hope it's for a while. Anywho… I shall get cracking on some tidbits for MnM and send it to you. Hopefully, I still can write something that's remotely witty or funny for that story but no guarantees since I'm not exactly a funny person. Now, I'm just blabbing. Hugs to you! Slickboy444: Well, I've got another chapter up. I promised I'd finish this story and a promise is a promise. I hope you like it though the Jott takes a back seat but will play a more significant role in he next two chapters. I promise ;) demiducky25: I'm surprised that I actually made Scott a likeable character in the last chapter too! Considering the humongous ass he is nowadays, it's so easy to forget that he used to be remotely nice. Anyway, enjoy doll! T.: Thank you for the comment on the last chapter and this chapter has a bit of everything too. ;p Boom-Boom13: Yay, you joined the community. We welcome your subscription and since you're such a great fan, you get the subscription for FREE! Yes… that was rather cheap of me since it is free, fine, here… I'll throw in a hug! Hugs! SickmindedSucker: I know! Women can be so melodramatic. Geez.. and men are so stupid too! Both sexes are such a lost cause. Then again, these characters are only fictional, right? Anywho, I'm blabbing. Thank you for always reviewing my stories, love. I really appreciate it so here's a big hug for you! HUGS! Kitsu Lebeau: You're so cute! Darling, you are. The review you left for the last chapter was just the cutest! Here's some chocolate kisses for being such a darling : ) Rogue14: Belle's not going to show up just yet and you'll know why by this chapter. But we shall resolve the problem with her soon enough! In the meantime, enjoy this chapter and a hug heading your way for reviewing the last chapter! Flying alien: Thank you for the smiles. I have a huge one on my face from reading your review ; ) angelechicka: Well, the romyness will return… I assure you. It might just take a while and stupid Belle just needs to divorce Remy. I'm sure Remy will be able to work his magic on her. Thanks for the review, though! Hugs! Queen Peacock: Thank you for all your reviews! I really appreciate them! So some chocolate kisses and hugs heading your way!
On with the story…
The Wedding
Chapter 12
Ring Ring
"Mama, phone!!" Jeremy bellowed while he stationed in front of the television, absolutely fixated on the battle scene between two Japanese anime characters.
Ring Ring
"Mama, phone!!" He yelled again, becoming slightly annoyed by the distracting sound of the phone.
Ring Ring
"Grr…." He grumbled, got up on his little legs and stomped to the phone. "Allo? Dis is J'remy, who are y'?" He answered in his usual manner though with a hint of insolence.
"Jeremy Lebeau, dat is not how y' answer de phone especially when it's Papa calling." Remy's voice scolded over the phone, but there was an obvious lightness to it.
"Papa!! Where are y'? Y' comin' home? J'remy miss ya." The little boy said in an excited fury.
Remy let out a soft sigh as he answered, "Papa misses his fils too. Y'been a good boy for your mere?"
"Very very good. J'remy always good. So good dat Papa come home now 'n see how good J'remy can be." He replied quickly, hoping that his father would agree and still without any comprehension of how serious his parents' situation was. After all, he was only three and a half years old.
"Papa can't come home right now, but I promise I'll be home soon, d'accord?" Remy responded, his voice wavering somewhat for he wasn't sure if his words even held a bit of truth in them.
"D'accord." Jeremy mumbled in agreement though with obvious disappointment. He slumped down to the floor and sat crossed-legged. "Papa?" He began.
"Oui, Jeremy?"
"Y' still love Momma, right?" The little boy questioned hesitantly and out of sheer confusion.
"Wit' all my heart, son. Y'too. Don't forget dat." Remy answered firmly without skipping a beat. His love for his family was the only thing he was absolutely certain about and really that was all his son needed to know.
"D'accord." Jeremy agreed while his eyes shifted to the television screen again.
"So, what has mon fils been up to lately? Not getting into any trouble are y'?" Remy asked, wanting to know everything his son had to tell him since he had missed his son's senseless ramblings terribly.
"Well, I didn' get into trouble. J'remy been a good boy, 'member? But yesterday was tres drole, Papa! Unca Wolvie got hit in de head by a big big bottle! And den, he went 'grrrr…' and den Auntie Jeanie say very angry, 'I told y' not t' drink my beer.' And den, Unca Wolvie say, 'she don't drink beer 'cause of de bebe.' And den Auntie Jeanie yell, 'I drink after de bebe is out.' Den Unca Scott say, 'now now Jean, we get y' new beer when de bebe is born.' Den POW! Unca Scott got hit in de head wit' a bottle." Jeremy finished in a rant and began laughing manically as the events of the previous night replayed in his mind.
"Sugah, who on earth are ya talkin' to?" Rogue asked as she entered the living room.
"Papa!" Jeremy answered happily and held up the phone accordingly.
"Oh…" Rogue murmured, caught off guard by his response.
"Jeremy? Jeremy?" Remy's voice came loudly through the line. Jeremy placed the phone right next to his ear again and said, "Yes Papa?"
"Put your mama on de phone, petite." Remy requested.
"D'accord, Papa." He agreed, and then handed the phone to his mother. "Mama! Phone!" He yelled naturally, and under any other circumstances, Rogue would have given her a son a scolding for the unnecessary bellow. But right now, it seemed to have done the trick to snap her out of her shock. She instinctively took the phone from her son and answered, "Hello?"
"Chere?"
"Yeah… hey." She answered softly and with uncertainty.
"Hey. Are y' doin' alright?" He asked while all of a sudden his nerves seemed to have disappeared.
"Yeah. Ah'm fine. What about you?" She questioned in return.
"Bien. Missing y' though." He replied softly, yet without vacillation.
"Ah mi… when are ya comin' home, Remy?' She queried abruptly as the realization of the past weeks' events came back to her.
"I… I don' know. Belle won't see me." He responded with obvious disappointment underlining his answer.
"Well, Ah guess de wedding's off for indefinitely. Ah'll cancel everything." She said with a feigned nonchalance.
"Non! Non… we're getting' married, chere." He objected rashly.
"Remy, you've been gone for three weeks. The wedding is in less than four months. Ya ain't gonna come home in time. Let's just stop kiddin' ourselves here." She rationalized as tears lined the edge of her eyes.
"Chere, we're gonna get married. I'll get dis done, I'll be home soon…"
"Remy, Ah'm gonna cancel it. Ya stay in N'awlins as long as ya need because there ain't anything for ya to rush home to. Say good-bye to your son now." She instructed and handed the phone to Jeremy. The child took the phone and looked as his mother with bewilderment.
"Momma's gonna be in de kitchen makin' dinner, okay, baby boy?" She informed him while attempting to restrain the tears from falling. Jeremy shook his head in agreement and Rogue left the room at once.
"Papa?" Jeremy spoke into the phone.
"Oui, petite?"
"Momma's crying again." Jeremy said.
"Oh…" Remy mumbled and not knowing what else to say.
"Papa gonna come home and kiss it 'way?" The little boy queried.
"I can't come home now, but soon, petite." Remy managed to reply though he could feel his chest tightening up as the emotions were becoming harder to handle.
"D'accord. Je t'aime, Papa. J'remy go kiss Momma's tears 'way now." Jeremy informed his father.
"Sounds like a bonne idea. Be a good boy for Mama. Je t'aime, mon petite." Remy said.
"Au revoir, Papa." Jeremy responded and turned off the phone.
"Au revoir…" Remy began though his son was already gone. He clicked the phone off and threw it onto the bed.
"ARGH!" He cried out with frustration and punched his fist into the wall. "FUCK!" He screamed out excruciatingly as soon as his fist made contact with the brick wall.
"Now what are y' cryin' 'bout, t'day, boy?" Tante Mattie's thick voice queried from the doorway.
"Nothing." He mumbled curtly.
"Hmm… so how's de petite?" Tante Mattie instantly queried.
"He's fine." Remy responded still curtly.
"How's Rogue?" She asked.
"Not so good." Remy murmured.
"Y' don' belong here, boy. Especially when y' got so much to lose." She stated bluntly.
"Don't y' t'ink I know dat??" He snapped at her.
"Don't take dat tone wit' me! Well, if y' know dat why are y' still here instead of wit' your belle famille?" Tante Mattie queried.
"'Cause Belle won't divorce me!" Remy cried with aggravation.
"Den go get it done." She stated.
"When Belle doesn't want t' be found, dere ain't no way to find her." Remy explained irritably.
"If y' want somet'ing bad enough, Remy, not'ing can stand in de way of it." Tante Mattie stated wisely before she left him to his own self-pity.
-xoxo-
Panting slightly, he ran up the stairs of the west wing and continued his search. Without any regards, he opened the doors of each room on his way down the hall. He had found many empty rooms, an angry Kitty Pryde who was in the middle of dressing, an equally angry Colossus who caught Bobby peeping at his girlfriend, and a rather moody and pregnant Jean who merely used her telekinesis to slam the door shut on him. But still, he hadn't found a certain telepath.
Nearing the end of the corridor, the only room that was yet to be checked was the library. Bypassing the courtesy of a knock like he had done for the past twenty minutes, he opened the door and there she was, not stirred at all by his sudden appearance. As Bobby remained standing at the entrance of the room, it appeared she hadn't even noticed him at all.
He strode over to her, stomping a bit just to make his presence known. She, on the other hand, didn't even blink as she was obviously immersed in the files on her lap. He took a seat across from her, and stared at her with curiosity. She remained oblivious to his presence. It was rather odd, he thought, considering she was a telepath after all.
Finally, he cleared his throat loudly and she jumped with surprise. Her eyes narrowed at him once she recovered from her initial shock. "What the hell, Bobby?" She exclaimed angrily.
"Well, excuse me. I was sitting here for like five minutes. Emma, you'd think being a telepath and all, you'd actually notice when someone enters the room." Bobby mocked.
"I'm busy with some contracts. What do you want, Drake?" She asked brusquely.
"I just thought we could talk… but if you're busy…." He began.
"Talk about what?" She inquired, her interest suddenly stirred.
"I don't know. I was thinking maybe about the other day when you cursed me and then I popped up behind the sofa, and then you were about to say something but Betts called… and yeah." He suggested rather inarticulately.
"What about it?" Emma asked so coolly that not even a hint of curiosity showed through. Bobby, however, was beginning to sweat bullets. He had thought that she would be somewhat inviting on this topic but it seemed that she was more content causing his nerves to run wild.
"Well…didn't you have something you wanted to talk to me about the other day?" Bobby asked hesitantly.
"I can't seem to recall such a detail. Elaborate more on it, perhaps it might jog my memory." She instructed as she leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs with a cat's grace and displayed a poise that as demure it may seem, Bobby knew it could turn deadly within a split of second. Her countenance scared him but as scared as he was, he just as excited. She was gorgeous; she was sexy; she was smart; she was everything he wanted at the moment. Random images of her next to him in bed popped into his mind. He smiled goofily while he went into a temporary reverie.
"Bobby, you're projecting, dear." Emma broke though his daydream and pulled him back into reality. She was extremely pleased that she had such an effect on him; perhaps he wasn't a lost cause just yet.
"Sure… now you use your telepathy." Bobby scorned.
"Trust me, thoughts like that are hard to ignore considering they were of me. By the way, my body still doesn't look like that in bare flesh." She commented coyly. A light blush crept up on his face but he responded, "Well, the offer is still open for you to show me, Em."
This time, it was Emma's cheeks that began to flush a rosy pink.
"I love it when you blush, Emma." He commented offhandedly.
"Well, I hate it. And are you going to explain or what?" She responded demandingly while cursing herself for losing her cool in front of him again.
"Oh… right. Talk… okay, the thing is, I… and you. Then, that day and you were on the phone and you started cursing me. And I was thinking what did I do wrong and then you said something about you and me and I just wanted you to finish what you meant by you and me." Bobby stammered rapidly since his nerves collapsed on him again
"You and me? Didn't know there was a you and me." Emma stated in such a neutral tone that he was beginning to doubt that she was even a tad interested in him.
"Well… there cou…"
"Bobby! There you are! Let's go, luv. We got work to do." Betsy's voice interrupted him as she ambled into the room.
Emma immediately put on a fierce glower and sent it towards Betsy's direction, who consequently returned one of her own. "Betsy, we're kind of in a middle of something." He said while his eyes shifted back and forth between the two telepaths – both equally as deadly.
"But you and I are assigned to danger room maintenance today and I want to sleep early tonight so let's get this done now." Betsy stated firmly.
With one glance at the conflicted Bobby, Emma said icily, "Just go. I have a date with a certain winged billionaire in half an hour anyway."
Betsy flinched at the mention of Warren and glared at Emma. "Bobby, let's go." She said and tugged at Bobby's arm sleeves.
"But… I was…" He stammered, not quite willing to let Emma go just yet.
"Go Bobby. You don't want to keep Betsy from her cleaning duties. Isn't it funny how things change so drastically, Betts? One minute you're the girlfriend of one of the richest handsomest billionaires, the next you're scrubbing the blood and sweat off the danger room walls like a common peasant. But I guess you can't blame a man like Warren for wanting someone who's on the same level as him in every aspect - the most important being the bedroom." Emma sneered venomously.
Restraining herself from shedding tears, Betsy scowled at the blonde telepath and said through clenched teeth. "Go to hell, you bitch."
"Is that the best you can retort with? I guess Warren was right when he said you couldn't hold even one conversation with any sort of substance. By the way, should I go with the white or red lingerie set tonight… or perhaps, purple?" Emma gibed further which definitely hit Betsy's sore spot, since the purple-haired ninja ran out of the room rapidly.
With a victorious gloat on her face, she snickered with content, but it would disappear within seconds.
"What the hell is your problem, Emma?!" Bobby exploded on her.
"I didn't do anything. It's not my fault that she handle the truth." Emma argued.
"You're so full of it! Did you have to be so cruel to her? You know that she's still hurting. You know that she's sensitive about the subject. And fine, you wanna date Warren and do god knows what with him, that's your business but don't start rubbing it in her face. So, you got the guy, Emma. You won. Do you really have to throw it in her face so maliciously? She hasn't even done anything to you remotely this cruel." He yelled at her, while his eyes burned with fury as every word spilled out of his mouth.
"Why do you care about her so much anyway?" Emma asked bitterly.
"Because, she's a friend, Emma. That's what friends do. They care about each other. All those years at Ivy League schools didn't seem to pay off if you don't even know the definition of a friend. Emma, seriously, I never thought you could be this ugly." He stated with disgust.
"Don't start attacking me! It's her own fault! I wouldn't have to resort to that if it wasn't for the fact that she…." Emma stopped mid-sentence since she realized she didn't want to confess any feelings that would probably be unrequited due to her very recent actions.
"She did what? You care to explain?" He queried sternly, still angry at the way his love interest had abused his dear friend.
"I don't have to explain anything to you." She snapped at him.
"Fine. Whatever. Forget I came to talk to you today. Forget that we were or at least I thought we were friends. Forget all the respect and admiration I had for you. Because right now, I can't think of a single thing I like about you. The sad part is, five minutes ago, if you had asked me, I would have said everything." He spat out and stormed out of the room, leaving a rather regretful blonde telepath.
-xoxo-
"Unca Wolvie, please." Jeremy pleaded in his cutest voice with big puppy dog eyes for extra effects.
"Kid, ya know your mom hates it when I do." Logan responded sternly. Although his countenance appeared strict, internally, he was fighting extremely hard not to succumb to his godson's charms.
"But Momma doesn't have t' know. J'remy be really quiet 'bout it." The little boy proposed eagerly.
"Kid, it's wrong to lie to your mom." Logan stated firmly and that was the end of the conversation, or so he thought. Jeremy, however, still had a few tricks up his sleeves but he would have to wait since Cyclops entered the kitchen.
"Hey." He greeted Logan and Jeremy.
"Hey Slim. Hiding from Jean again?" Logan mocked, an amused grin on his face.
"No. Don't have to anymore. She has been ordered to stay in bed for the last trimester." Scott replied with a hint of satisfaction.
"Oh… but she can still get at ya. The downside of having a wife who's one of the most powerful telekinetic telepath in the universe." Logan pointed out.
"Please, don't remind me." Scott groaned while he opened the refrigerator door and grabbed a bottle of orange juice.
"Unca Scott head still hurt?" Jeremy inquired since the bandage was still covering part of Scott's forehead.
"Yeah, Jeremy. It still hurts a lot." Scott answered accompanied with a sigh.
"It still hurts, Cyke? It's been three days." Logan commented.
"Excuse me, but not everyone has a super healing power." Scott responded with agitation.
"J'remy hope it get better soon. Now, Unca Wolvie, let's go." The little boy directed while he jumped off his seat and grabbed his godfather's hand.
"And where are we goin' again?" Logan queried as he followed his godson out. Passing Scott along the way, Logan gave him a nod before the two left the kitchen. Once they were in the next room, Jeremy looked at his godfather with a sly smile. Logan gave him a skeptical look, crossed his arms, and asked, "What do ya've got planned?"
"Unca Wolvie… please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please…" Jeremy said repeatedly and with no sign of stopping.
"That's not going to work!" Logan cried over Jeremy's endless speech. The little boy continued though and with every 'please' said, his voice got higher and louder. At first, Logan attempted to drown the child out but was rather unsuccessful. Then, Logan ran out of the room and into the next one, but Jeremy was hot on his trail and wouldn't relent even a bit. Finally after ten minutes of non-stop 'pleases', Logan cried, "Okay! Okay! Just stop it!"
Immediately, Jeremy stopped his tirade, grabbed Logan's hand and dragged him towards his favorite room of the mansion. Within minutes, Jeremy was seated on the command chair of the danger room's control station.
"Okay, who do ya want me to fight today?" Logan asked with his arms crossed.
"Umm… King Kong!" Jeremy answered excitedly. Logan rolled his eyes and said, "King Kong it is. Now you know the drill. Do not touch any buttons and don't tell your mom."
"Aye aye, Captain." Jeremy agreed, with a salute.
Logan gave his godson one last look of warning, and headed down to the danger room. Once he was in, he looked up at his godson peering down at him from the control room.
"Simulation 74!" Logan cried out and the room immediately transformed into the top of the Empire State Building with a massive gorilla dangling off it. At once, Logan went to work and drew out the fight for eight minutes, the exact number of minutes before Jeremy became bored with watching. But with a couple of seconds to go, the danger room doors opened and in walked Ororo.
"What in goddess's name?" Ororo cried with surprise.
"What are ya doing here, 'Ro?" Logan asked her, equally as surprised. Her sudden appearance distracted him from his opponent and King Kong swung his huge arm across Logan's chest and he flew back twenty feet.
"Logan, are you okay?" Ororo asked as she ran towards him. She knelt down beside him while he shook his head to try to recover from the impact.
"Yeah… I'm fine. What are ya doin' down here?" Logan queried slowly as he got up.
"I could ask you the same thing." Ororo responded.
"Simulation end!" Logan yelled and the danger room became bare once more. "Ya came to apologize again about how ya made a mistake with me?" He sneered at her spitefully and almost involuntarily. He didn't want to say it and he didn't mean it, but whenever he saw her, he was reminded of how she rejected his love so easily without a second thought as if he meant absolutely nothing to her.
"That's uncalled for! If you had bothered to check the schedule, I had booked this time slot. In other words, get out!" Ororo replied angrily.
"Hi, Aunty Stormy!" Jeremy's voice rang through the speakers. His announcement made her jump back, but she quickly looked up at the control room and saw her godson waving at her. She forced a smile and waved back. Then, she turned to Logan and said, "You know Rogue hates it when you bring him here."
"It's not hurting the kid." He responded curtly.
"You know Rogue doesn't want Jeremy to be exposed to this kind of violence." She pressed further.
"I'm not being violent here, 'Ro. I'm just wrestling about with King Kong." He defended bitterly.
"That still constitutes as… Logan! Watch out!" She cried and quickly pushed him out of the way of the huge boulder that appeared to have fallen from the ceiling. Suddenly, the room was transformed into a huge dark cave with boulders falling from every direction.
"What in the world is going on?" She asked as she blasted the rocks with lightning strikes.
"I think the kid's pressing the damn buttons!" He answered and dodged a humongous rock that missed him by an inch.
"Another reason why he shouldn't be in here!" She responded pointedly.
"Don't need a lecture right now, 'Ro. SIMULATION END!" He screamed at the top of his lungs and the danger room resumed its usual bare silver self again. It would last for only a minute as the room transformed into the Savage Land with dinosaurs running freely around them.
Ororo flew up to the control room window at once and said loudly, "Jeremy, honey, stop pressing the buttons!"
Jeremy didn't seem to hear her though as he pressed another shiny blue button. The Savage Land was suddenly drenched with rain, wind, and lightning, which meant that Jeremy had pressed the hurricane button.
"SIMULATION END!" Ororo bellowed but this time, the room didn't change back. She could only assume that her godson had deactivated the code that allowed for vocal commands. She flew back down to the ground and saw Logan killing raptors in a fury.
"This is all your fault, Logan! You know better than to bring him here!" She screamed at him.
"Hey! I was almost done in here with King Kong until you strutted in here and distracted me!" He argued angrily.
"You shouldn't have been here in the first place!" She yelled and knocked out a raptor with a bolt of lightning.
"There's no winning with you 'Ro! Everything is always my goddamn fault!" He shouted and just as he was about to stab into a t-rex, the Savage Land turned into a hot scorching empty desert.
With nothing to distract them, Ororo looked at him and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"Admit it, 'Ro. You blame me for what happened between us." He responded coldly.
"Why would I blame you for it?" She queried, staggered by his honest answer.
"Don't fuck with me here, you know you regretted it. You know you hated how you allowed me to get close to you. Sad part is, I was stupid enough to think we might have had something." He replied resentfully.
"I… I never regretted it." She stated.
"Then, why, 'Ro? Why did ya push me away? Why did ya treat me so coldly like ya have been for the past six months?" Logan interrogated angrily.
"Because… because… I don't know why! Why did you give me such false hopes? Why did you start something you know you can't commit to??" She questioned accusingly.
"What are you talking about? Did I not show how I adored ya, 'Ro? Did you somehow missed how much I enjoyed your company or loved being with ya? What did I do that made you think I don't wanna to be with you?" Logan asked with disbelief.
"Right… you just loved getting laid, Logan. That was it. You didn't enjoy my company. You just enjoyed fucking me. That was all we were. We were just friends with benefits and I just had enough self-respect to end it!" Ororo responded indignantly.
"Self-respect? You're standing here and telling me that we were just fuck buddies when we were together, and you say you have self-respect? Why do you think so lowly of yourself? I don't get it. What are you so scared of? Why are you so scared of the idea of 'us'?" He asked much calmer, since she was finally providing him with some insight.
"I… I don't know." She murmured in a whisper and cast her eyes to the golden ground.
Suddenly, she felt two arms wrap around her waist. "'Ro…" He began. She looked into his eyes and he smiled lightly. "Let's just… I… maybe we should. Ah fuck it… I lov…"
"Sorry y'all! The culprit has been apprehended!" Rogue's southern drawl came over the speakers. Logan and Ororo quickly separated and the danger room returned to its normal self again.
"But Momma…" Jeremy's voice whined over the speakers.
"You're in deep trouble young man… whoops. The mic's still on." Rogue finished and clicked the microphone off.
Logan looked at Ororo and opened his mouth to start again, but she interrupted him before he could say anything. "I have to go, Logan." She said briskly and ran out of the room.
"ARGH!!!" Logan screamed in frustration. Another lost moment with her but this time, he was so close. He could almost taste her sweet lips again and feel the softness of her silky skin. Again, he burst out with another frustrated scream as his claws unsheathed.
"SIMULATION 10!" He yelled and all of a sudden, the danger room was filled with enemies of all kinds for him to tear a part and hopefully to work off his aggravation.
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