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No One Told Me
by Dizi

Hi! My name's Jenny, and you just may have heard about me. I'm a waitress at Harry's bar. Or I used to be. I will be again. I'm just passing time right now.

But in the meantime I'm having alot of fun. It wouldn't look like it to most people. I mean I'm cooking and cleaning for a bunch of people, and what's fun about that, huh? Well, I'm having a lot of fun.

You see I'm cooking and cleaning for a group of people who save the world on a regular basis, and I get to push them around. Oh, not physically. Hey, I'm only human. Ha ha. But you should see them jump to pick up after themselves when I walk into the room. It's a blast.

The only ones who don't jump are most of the women - I swore an oath not to tell who the messy one is - and Sam and Scott. They're pretty good at picking up after themselves. Sam even does his own laundry, which is a real relief I can tell you. These guys are really hard on clothes, and I'm not talking about uniforms. That's a whole other subject.

The worst is Bobby, but I'm hosing him for the laundry so I pretty much forgive him. I actually have an out clause for the money thing but he hasn't caught on yet. I keep giving him hints, but what can I say?

Scott is actually pretty cool, he makes coffee in the morning. Well, I have it all ready and he pushes the button, but he does it. He keeps me company in the morning while I'm getting breakfast ready. Scott seems to understand me pretty well and we get along great. Probably part of being a leader. He's also got killer sense of humor. I have no idea why Logan doesn't get along with him, but like I have said before he can be pretty weird sometimes. I actually think he does like Scott but won't admit it.

Now, Logan, Bishop, and Remy are the coolest people I have ever met. They pretty much know everything there is to know about me and act like the big brothers I never had. Sometimes the ones I and everyone else never wanted, but that's part of it I think. They all have a little problem treating me like I have a brain sometimes, but isn't that what big brothers do? I hope so, I'd hate to be alone in this. Wonder if Jubilee feels this way? I'll have to ask her.

Yeah, I still think Remy's eye-candy, but he's also really sweet, pun intended. 'Course sometimes that just makes it worse, but what can a gal do? He's got a great shoulder to cry on and I have. Got great shoulders period, but you didn't hear that from me while I'm living here. He's taken, trust me. And she's the jealous kind.

Bishop? Well, he's just always there. He still gives me pointers in self-defense and I know if I need him he'd be right there. I don't cry on his should like I do with Remy but I know I could. He's the one who doesn't push but is there to catch me if I fall. Unlike certain other people who would try to stop me from walking down to get the mail if there was a minute chance I might trip on a crack in the sidewalk. cough Logan cough. And Bishop's got great shoulder's too, by the way.

They actually all have great shoulders, not to mention the rest of their bods. This place is loaded with cute guys. It's like the mansion is a magnet or something. The women could give a girl an inferiority complex. If she didn't already have one, but we don't need to go there.

Back to the subject at hand, which originally was pushing them around. You see, Scott came up with this idea -which I didn't think was so great at the time -and made me give a big speech when I first started out here. I took everything I learned at Harry's and stood up to all of them and drew my line in the sand. Had them in the palm of my hand and I closed my fist tight. It was pretty great actually. Not sure if I ever thanked Scott.

Not that I didn't have to make a few object lessons, but they got the point real fast. The point that I wasn't their personal maid and no matter how much I got paid - and I'm not telling how much it is, but let's say I won't have to worry for a long time, especially with the bonuses - it wasn't enough to pick up after their messy selves all day. There was alot of "that better not be your glass without a coaster", "you're going to sweep up those crumbs, aren't you?", "is that your towel on the bathroom floor?", and various others that I think you might be able to guess at. I was a terror and I know it, but can you imagine what it would have been like otherwise? These are pretty strong minded people and I'm not, not really. I pretend to be but I'm a pushover and a doormat. I think I mentioned that sometime before.

My brotherly trio know my secret and pretend too, which really makes it fun. They basically give me what I want and pretend I made them, everyone else thinks I'm really tough for pushing them around. It's so much fun to stomp in a room and have one of them cringe and run from me, to point my finger and have them act like I'm the scariest thing they've ever seen. Even Bishop does it. In truth, I'm being patronized, but as long as it's nothing important I forgive them.

The reason I'm telling you all this is so you'll understand how unusual it was for any of them to actually look for me during the day. They avoided me like the plague. I might have made them pick something up. Oh, the horror! And I'm not just talking about the men. Do you have any idea how much dirt you can track in after gardening? Not that I'm mentioning any names, but I think you get the idea.

That was just an example, I'm still not telling who the messy one is. Don't ask, my lips are sealed.

I'd been there about a month and had gotten into a routine. But I had decided they had gotten good enough that I could start some of the heavy-duty cleaning and started doing things like moving furniture to clean underneath. I don't think the couch in the rec-room had been moved since the day it was put in place. Found tons of change in the cushions. You'd think someone would have done it for the money alone.

Also found some used condoms and I really don't want to know who those belonged to. They seem to think it's funny that whenever I hear "get a room" I jump up and shout "Not the rec-room!" but they didn't have to clean it!

Anywho, I got busy and got just a little behind. There was no way I was going to get dinner ready in time if I made what I had planned. I didn't have time to cut up everything for dinner. You know, I don't even remember what I had planned to cook now. It was a traumatic experience, give me a break, I can't remember everything. I just remember there was a lot of stuff to cut up. Which I probably wouldn't remember but it was integral part of the traumatic experience.

So, here I was muttering under my breath and cursing whoever the couple was that like to use the rec-room for their romantic amorous activities, as my best bud Hank might put it if I ever told him about the condoms. Which I didn't tell anyone about because I was afraid they might tell me who it was and I really didn't want to know!

And that's when Logan walked into the kitchen. Yes, Logan. He almost always seems to be involved somehow. This is the same Logan who was one of my early object lessons, he seemed to have forgotten that I learned a long time ago to stand up to him. Breaking a tray over someone's head might do that.

Like I said, I'm muttering under my breath and cursing, but mainly I was trying to figure out what I could fix for dinner in the little bit of time I had left. From a safe distance by the doorway, he asks me whats wrong. I figure he must be hungry or something because he never comes to the kitchen at that time of day, I'm busy and everyone knows it, and I tell him "There's some cookies if you want something."

He said "I can wait. What's wrong?"

This isn't unusual for him, he sees someone having a problem and he just feels the need to fix it. It's really surprising because he doesn't look like that kinda guy, but that's the way he is. He's also overprotective, a chauvinist pig, macho to the extreme, and can be the biggest jerk that ever lived, but everyone has faults. I don't like to involve him in my little problems but he isn't the type to let go either, so I tried to blow it off and said "I just forgot to get everything cut up and now I have to change tonights menu because I don't have time to do it all." Or something like that.

He replies, "It's not like it's set in stone."

"I know that, but I hate changing at the last minute and I don't know what to make now." Which is true, I'm a planner. I have lists of things everywhere and once its written I don't like to change it.

Logan gets this mischievous look in his eyes, and says with a smirk, "I got some experience cutting stuff up. I could help ya." This is pretty much an understatement. Logan, in case you didn't know, has these wicked looking claws that pop out of his hands. Yeah, he has experience.

I don't like the idea of someone doing my work for me. I get paid and paid well. But then again this is Logan offering to help cook, even if its just chopping up vegetables or something. "Okay, I have everything together, you can slice them up and dice the onion." I tended at that time to use alot of onion ever since Bobby made a rude comment about it, so I know there was onion in there.

"Slicin' an' dicin' I think I can handle." he said and I know I rolled my eyes. He has a warped sense of humor, I have probably mentioned that, like, a lot.

I'm not really sure how good a job he did because I wasn't watching when he got started. Just after is when things really started happening.

Bobby has a bad habit of stealing Hank's Twinkies. Hank has a habit of chasing him down and attempting to extract retribution. Bobby chose to run in my direction in an effort to hide from him that day. Just because, I suppose, that Hank was another object lesson and Bobby thought Hank wouldn't brave the kitchen. He must have been right.

In the midst of shouting at Bobby to get out and quit shoving me around I got pushed into Logan at a critical time. There was a funny, nasty, scraping sound like wet metal on metal and the knife he was using somehow went RIGHT THROUGH HIS HAND! It was just sticking out both sides!

Bobby ran, and Logan just muttered something about hating it when stupid shit happens. Then he just pulls it out. Like it was nothing! Well, actually it was nothing to him, but I didn't know that.

I saw him pull that knife out and I screamed. I don't think I have ever before and will probably never again scream like I did that day. I mean, c'mon, how often do you see someone with a knife sticking through their hand? And there was blood everywhere, or at least it seemed like it. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but I don't think so. Was it any wonder I can't remember what I was going to cook?

Logan was wincing from my scream and covering his ears, his hand still dripping blood.

I remember I grabbed a towel and wrapped his hand in it and started applying pressure, like the good little girl scout I was once upon a time. I know I shouted for Hank and for somebody to help. I don't remember what else I said but I understand it was something along the lines of "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..."

By then, Logan's figured out that I am slightly freaked and was trying unsuccessfully to get my attention and kept saying "It's okay, darlin'." I, of course, didn't believe him.

He finally gets me to calm down and stop saying "Oh my god" enough to make me let go of the death grip I had on the his hand and the towel. Then he proceeds to wash the blood off in the sink and shows me his hand, which by then is almost fully healed. I just stood there in shock and watched the rest clear up and leave his hand looking good as new.

He grinned at me and started explaining how he has something called a 'healing-factor' and he can survive almost anything because of it.

Now, I suppose at this point you might be thinking "well, of course he does, his claws come out of his hands" but I had never really thought about it. I mean, I had seen his claws but I had never seen him bleed from popping them out. I guess I thought they had an opening or something that closed up when they weren't in use. I honestly just never thought about it.

I freaked again. Started slapping at him, pretty sure I cussed him out, threw the bloody towel in his face, just about anything you can think of. When he's again standing there covering his ears and trying to protect his head, I break down and start sobbing my heart out. Hank said I was in shock.

We had pizza for dinner. Bobby had to pay for it.

So it's not all fun and games, but I got back at him. Both Bobby and Logan, actually.

Bobby started missing underwear for a long time. I have absolutely no idea what happened to them. No idea. I also don't know how they turned pink. I'm pretty sure they started out blue. What can ya say? I also started using onion in everything, at least everything Bobby ate.

Logan? Well, maybe I'll tell ya about that next time.

note:
Elizabeth Robbins- Hey, I planned great future for Jenny. I gave her Kurt!
B Oots- More Jenny to come!
GothikStrawberry- They sure did.
(...)- Thanks, here ya go!
Trynia Merrin- Sorry missed you last time. Thanks, those are the one's I remember best.

I'm about halfway done with my current project and then will start the sequel to 'Human in a Mutant World'. Promise. Kudos to Elizabeth Robbins for giving me a starting point for the idea. Or was that ending point?

Got a few more pov's ready and will trickle them out. PLEASE tell me what you think of this one. Been a little while since I did pov and little nervous about it.

Thanks for reading and the support,
Dizi