Hi-ohhhh! I edited the title for Chapter 26; I needed to write a fluffy good time chappie before I got back to the Brotherhood. What's fluffier than Pappy? LOL! Also, Mally and Rahne are going to…well, just a warning, it's a 'R' story now. Hope ya'll enjoy!
Mally walks in mattb3671 office, eating a celery stick. "Crikey, it's 'bout damn time you got to hittin' the keys again, matt!"
"Yeah, yeah…some of us have to work, silly wabbit…" mattb3671 groans.
"Right, whine, whine, whine…ya want some cheese wit that?" laughed Mally.
"Oh shut it…I wasssss gonna write a sexy part with you and the dingo, but after the wisecracks…" mattb3671 ponders, shaking his head.
Mally's whiskers twitched violently. "Say, do ya need somethin' ta drink matt? How about I get ya a cold one from the icebox, and some of those peanuts ya like…anything ya want, old buddy!" Mally scooted out of the room frantically, tittering like a schoolboy.
Pappy Wolvie Hit the Town, part II
The Institute, the Gate House, Friday night
"Oh dear god, yer not gonna wear that crazy outfit tonight are ya?" Logan growled, walking in the Gate House.
Pappy was admiring himself in the reflection of the stainless fridge in the kitchenette. He had gotten some more new duds at Harold's Suits in town, as flamboyant as ever. "There be nuthin' crazy about me duds, Wolvie. Crazy is the lassie who can keep her hands offa me looking like this!" he croaked, spinning around with a twirl of his cane. "I be feelin' sorry fer you and the other lads at the pub tonight. Not a chance, fer none of ya…"
"Riiiight, ya old goat. Look, don't go getting' us inta any trouble with the ladies tonight. I don't want to havta pull somebodies boy friend off yer skinny old butt." Jibed Logan.
"Twill be a cold day in Hades when I be needin' yer help defending meself, ye hairy cur. Ye pay attention tonight, perhaps you'll learn a bit."
"Learn a bit about what, Angus?" Ororo said, walking in with a package. "This came for you Logan." She handed him the package.
!SNIKT! Logan opened up the smallish box, pulling out a black fedora hat. "Great, that was a fast delivery." Placing the hat on his head, he saw Ororo's questioning look. "Ah, yeah, well, my old hat got…kinda cut up. I feel naked going out without it. Old habits die hard, I guess."
"As to yer wonderin', ma lady, Wolvie and I are going out fer a drop tonight, and the furball here was sayin' how jealous he was of my dapper duds." Pappy chirped, straightening his jacket. "I be tryin' ta teach the man some proper manners; surely tough going, if ya gets me."
Logan grunted while putting on his jacket.
Ororo laughed at the pair. "Where are you boys going tonight Logan?" she asked.
"Ah, just down the road to a place called Sparky's, on the outskirts of town." Logan mumbled.
"Perhaps I will join you…" Stated Ororo.
Logan and Pappy's heads spun around, eyes wide.
"…if you gentlemen don't mind that is." Ororo's eyebrows arched.
"Not yer type of place, 'Ro, kinda rough; ya know, dump pool hall…" Logan said.
"Splendid. Do they have a dart board?" asked Ororo, her eyes smiling at Logan's admission to her being 'high class'. Logan nodded. "Well, then if you don't mind, I would love to get off the grounds for a night. Let me go back to the mansion and freshen up; I'll be right back." She said, stepping out the door.
Logan just stood there, eyes closed.
"Cat got yer tounge there Wolvie me lad?" snipped Pappy.
!SNIKT! Logan turned, pointing at Pappy, 'pointer' claw out. "You just be on yer BEST behavior tonight Pappy, got it?"
Pappy just held up his hands as if to say 'What, me? I'm an angel!'
The Institute, Forge's Room, Friday night
"You sure you don't vanna come to ze movies vith us Mally? 'The Grudge' is supposed to be pretty scary…" Kurt asked. Kurt, Mally, and Forge were hanging out, Kurt and Forge getting ready to take Kitty and Rogue to the movies, along with Sam and Jubilee.
"Scary?" Mally piped, "I live in a dark mansion with YOU, demon. Nuthin' scares me…" Mally had to duck a flying pillow. "'Sides, me an the dingo are gonna stay home and watch DVD's. She wants me to watch some flick about a bloke named Dynamite or sumthin'. I think she's scared of that movie yous are goin' to."
"Ironic," smiled Forge, "a werewolf not wanting to go see a horror flick. I heard the effects were great. I hope Rogue in all her 'gothness' is so scared she hangs on to me all night." He winked at the others.
Sam stuck his head in the door. "Hey, ya'll 'bout ready? Ah'm gonna go down to the motor pool and warm up the suburban. The girls said they'd be raht down, so ah figger we got twenty minutes er so." He said, smiling. "Oh, and Bobby, Clarice, and Theresa are gonna tag along."
"Did Icee ask one of them out?" Kurt wondered.
"Nah, they're jist comin' along. The Prof and Doc McCoy along with Jean and Scott took the youngin's and Scout out to the putt-putt center, and they didn't want to do that, so they're with us." Sam replied, smiling. "First time playin' putt-putt fer Scout."
"Rippa, everyone should play mini-golf at least once in their life!" laughed Mally. "Kurt, pop us all down to the motor pool, flyboy. Let's go!"
The three boys put their hand on a shoulder of the blue boy.
!BAMPH!
Back at the Gate House
I guess I better go get the Jeep from the garage, Pappy. I don't think Ororo will want to ride into town on my bike. Might mess up her hair an all…" said Logan.
At that moment, Ororo came around the Gate House. "I most certainly don't mind riding on your bike, Logan…" she said, "…as for my hair…" She smiled, then grabbed Logan's new hat off of his head, and tucked her snow white hair into it as she put it on. "There now. Are we ready?"
Logan stopped and looked at Ororo for a second. She had changed into jeans and a white tube top, and a black leather jacket.
'I didn't even know she owned jeans…" he thought. 'She looks damn good…!'
Logan snapped himself back to the now. "Ok, 'Ro, Pappy, hop on, lets go…"
Pappy jumped into his sidecar, cackling. "Whoopee! Lets have a go at it! Townies beware! Fathers, be lockin' up yer daugh- er, many pardons ma lady Ororo…"
Ororo just laughed as she climbed up behind Logan. "No worries, Angus. Most likely sound advice with a dapper dan like you out and about."
Pappy winked at a growling Logan. "She knows the power of a well dressed man, see there Wolvie me lad? Jest like I been tellin' ya…"
Logan smirked, and revved the engine up, wheeling out into the night.
The Institute, Motor pool
The boys were standing next to the big SUV shooting the bull.
"…no vay 'King Author' vas better than 'Braveheart'!" Kurt exclaimed. "I mean, come on! FREEEEDOMMMMM!" he shouted, mimicking Mel Gibson.
"Mah name is Steven, and this is mah island…" quipped Sam, laughing.
"I love ya; always 'ave…" Mally said to Forge, trying to imitate a Scots brogue.
"Absolutely the worst fake accent I have ever heard, rabbit." Rahne pipped, coming out of the elevator with the other girls. " Ye should be ashamed, being a half-breed an all. Will Wallace has got ta be spinnin' in the grave 'bout now." She walked up to Mally, smiling.
"What are you sayin' dingo, that was an Oscar performance!" Mally said, putting his arm around the small girl.
"Ah, yeah, Oscar the grouch maybe…" Kitty laughed. She turned to Kurt, a serious look taking her face. "If this movie is like, way too scary, you better be ready to 'port me outta the cinema, like pronto! Got that Fuzzy?"
"Of course, Fräulein, I vill protect you from the monsters!" Kurt boasted.
"Yeah, but who's gonna protect her from you, elf?" Jubilee joked, climbing into the shotgun seat of the suburban. "Come on people, we don't want to be late, and we gotta get seats up front so it's extra scary. Let's roll! Sam, get yer cute butt in here and drive!"
Everyone looked at Sam, ready to tease, but he beat them to the punch. "Ah can't deny a lady who speaks such truth, now can ah? Come on ya'll, load up."
"Oh mah lord, if that boys head gets any bigger…" Rogue said, rolling her eyes.
The moviegoers loaded into the auto. Jubilee stuck her head out of the window. "Seeya scaredy cats!", she said to Rahne and Mally, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do…"
"Well, that leaves the door wide open, now don't it!" Rahne exclaimed. "And I AM NOT scared!" She squealed as the truck drove away. She turned to Mally. "Ready rabbit? Yer gonna like 'Napoleon Dynamite', it's too funny!"
"Rippa, dingo!" Mally turned, positioning himself to give a 'piggyback' ride. "Jump on. We'll go up kanga-style! We gotta stop by the kitchen fer some popcorn first though, I need a snack!"
Climbing on, Rahne giggled. "omygodMallory!" she cried as Mally jumped to the lift doors in one giant leap.
"Hang on tight girl, its gonna be a bumpy flight…" Mally laughed as her hands wrapped around his shoulders tightly.
Sparky's Pints 'n' Pool, Outskirts of Bayville
The trio walked into the pub and sat down at the bar. Sparky, wearing his usual dirty apron and backwards baseball cap ambled over.
"Hiya Logan. The usual?" he asked the feral mutant.
"Yep, thanks Sparks. You remember Pappy, get him the same as me." Logan turned to his other side, where Ororo was. "This is Ororo Munroe, a co-worker of mine. Ororo, this is Sparky, he owns the joint."
Sparky looked Ororo over. She had given Logan his hat back, and her stunning hair was shining.
"Got any more 'co-workers' ya can introduce me to Logan?" he said, smiling. "What'll ya have, pretty lady?"
Logan grimaced; however, Ororo just laughed. "Nice to meet you Sparky, I like your place. It is quaint. Not a 'dive' like Logan described it…" She proceeded to order a glass of white wine.
Sparky looked at Logan. "A dive, eh? Et tu, Brutus? No more booze fer yer hairy butt!" he jibed, passing out the drinks.
"To yer health, may it be better today than it will be tomorrow morning…" Pappy held up his whiskey shot to Logan and Ororo.
"Here, here." Ororo replied, holding up her wine glass. "May the goddess have you before the dark one knows you're dead." She took a sip. "Excuse me Sparky, do you have any house darts? I want to challenge Logan and Angus to a game of cricket."
Sparky nodded, reaching under the bar. "Fer you pretty lady, the good ones." He handed over a small box.
"Very nice!" Ororo smiled. "Tungsten barrels with feathered flights. These will do fine, thank you Sparky." She turned to the men. "Shall we gentlemen? A round of cricket, two out of three wins the match?"
Logan looked at her like she was from another planet.
'She knows about darts? Barrels? Flights? 2 outta 3 wins the match? May the goddess get ya before the devil…pub toasts? Ororo? Storm? The African Queen?' he wondered.
"Come now Logan, don't tell me you are not a chucker? Pappy, you can throw first, then Logan, thenmyself. I'll be the chalker. Sparky, can you top me off before we go to throw?" Ororo handed Sparky her glass.
"Better you than me Logan, this dames got class!" said Sparky, pouring wine. "Sounds like she's got yer number from the toe line."
"Come now, Wolvie lad! The lady has thrown the gauntlet! To the dartboard!" Pappy shouted. He held out his hand for Ororo and let her to the corner where the board was doing little 'Fred Astaire' type dance steps. Ororo giggled, following.
'I'll be damned…" Logan thought, walking over, "that was a bonafide giggle.'
The Institute, Rec room
Mally and Rahne were watching the movie, laughing at the goofy parts. They were on the big sofa, snuggled next to each other, eating popcorn.
Mally watched her as she laughed, her giggles infectious. Her pigtails bounced as her head bobbed, and he was sure that her little pixie nose was sculpted laboriously by God when he made her. The little freckles on her rosy cheeks were kisses from angels, the perfect contrast to her ivory pink skin. She grabbed his arm, roaring with laughter at the movie, and he felt the short red hairs on the back of his neck electrify, bristling out. He shifted the popcorn bowl on his lap to hide…well, he shifted the bowl to a strategic spot.
'I better calm down. I don't want to embarrass myself, or Rahne…' thought Mally. An idea came to him.
He reached down to get a handful of popcorn. Stuffing most of the kernels in his mouth, he palmed one. Very nonchalantly, he flung the corn at the redheaded girl, hitting her right on the side of her face.
"Hey! Silly rabbit, whatchu do that for?" she asked, turning to him.
"Sorry git, it slipped, I swear; won't happen again…" Mally replied, smiling like an angel.
"Riiiight…sure. Jest watch the tellie, ya hairy ape…" Rahne replied, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Yes dear." Mally replied sweetly, dipping into the popcorn again. He ate some, but again kept a kernel in secret.
"HEY!" Rahne squeeked, pulling a popcorn out of her hair. "Why, ye unmannered beast! Now you shall pay, an pay dearly!" Without changing forms, she shot a very canine growl at Mally, reaching up into his dreads to hold his head, and promptly thumping him on his earlobe.
"OUCH! Damn dingo! Oh now yer gonna get it!" Mally shouted, reaching out to grab her sides. "TICKLE MONSTER!" he exclaimed, tickling her ribs without mercy.
The young couple began to wrestle on the sofa, the advantage passing back and forth, along with assorted catcalls and insults.
"…that all ye got rabbit? Ya couldn't hurt a wee fly!…"
"…ohoh, I got yer nose, got yer nose, and ya can't have it back! Dingo with no nose!…"
"…get ye big stinky feets offa me boy! They smell god awful!…"
"…why ya hittin' yerself, dingo, that's not nice ya know…"
Suddenly, Rahne made a groan that…didn't sound…right. Mally stopped, realizing the position he was in. He looked down at Rahne, below him, arms pinned above her head, his long legs laying between her legs. He gulped, letting her arms free. "…I, uh, sorry, I uh-"
Rahne reached up, pulling his head down, bring her lips to his. A passion rose up inside her, warming her body beneath her boyfriend. They had kissed lots before, but not like this. Their tongues sought out each other like warriors on a field of battle, slashing back and forth. On instinct, Mally moved against Rahne, pointedly excited. She pushed him up a bit apon contact, looking into his eyes. Lust, love, and passion mixed with fear and the unknown traveled between them. She pulled him back to her, amping up the kiss, moving with him. He groaned softly, one hand moving to her exposed waist. She jumped at his touch, arching into his hand slightly, sighing. As their two bodies entwined of the sofa, the movie ended, lighting the room with a light blue glow only.
Sparky's Pints 'n' Pool, Outskirts of Bayville
"I do believe ye just won, lassie, which merits another round, on Wolvie, of course…" Pappy said. "Can I get you another glass of the grape, dear lady?"
Ororo laughed. "Certainly, Angus, that would be nice."
Pappy walked back up to the bar, stopping to say hello to anyand all ladies along the way. Ororo turned to Logan.
"Well, 'Wolvie', it looks as if I am one up on you boys. And you cannot blame it on the alcohol; I know it does not bother you." Ororo teased.
"Yeah, ok, you do throw a mean dart, 'Ro. Where'd ya learn to hurl like that?" Logan asked, smiling.
"My life wasn't all that you already know, Logan, I have many mysteries yet to reveal. A girl has to have her secrets now, wouldn't you agree?" she smirked.
"Hmmph. Whatever you say lady…here comes the court jester…" Logan replied, noticing Pappy returning.
"I'm going to have to drop out of this game, for this gentleman's company has been requested at that table with the two lovely lassies over there." piped Pappy, waving to a pair of girls. "Seems that my otherworldly charm has infatuated the ladies. My apologies, dear friends, but duty calls, and I hears it!" With a wink and a bow, Pappy strolled off to talk with his new friends.
"Seems as it's just you an me, 'Ro." Logan observed.
"Yes, just you and I, Logan. Care to put a friendly wager on the match?" Ororo responded.
"Sure, whatchu got in mind lady?" Logan smirked.
"Surely not money Logan…do you have any ideas?" Ororo slyly smiled.
"Hmmm… How 'bout the loser buys the winner lunch tomorrow?" Logan suggested, taking his chances.
"Sounds lovely. I feel wrong, however, taking advantage of you like this Logan…" Ororo smiled.
"Keep talkin' lady! Just remember," boasted Logan, "I want the twenty ounce T-bone, and I will be ordering the good beer with my lunch."
The Institute, Rec room
Rahne loved the way Mally's body felt against hers. She could feel his butt grow taut in her hand as they moved together, still locked in a lovers embrace. She lightly bit the side of his neck, savoring his taste. Mally moaned softly, then moved to look her in the eye again. She smiled at the look on his face; somewhere between scared boy and passionate man.
"You OK?" he whispered.
"Never better. Don't stop…unless…I mean…" she whispered back, small smile on her face.
"I'll never hurt you, love, no worries…" Mally breathed, moving in to kiss her again.
Mally felt her small hand take his and slowly slide it up from her waist, moving over the soft cotton of her shirt to rest on the petite swell of her bosom. He felt a rush of adrenalin as he softly squeezed, making her breath quicken. He was very aware that he was only wearing a kilt with boxer shorts underneath, and he was pretty sure Rahne was also aware at this point. Mally rolled, taking Rahne with him in his embrace, until she rested atop him, straddling. She could feel him under her. She giggled a little, knowing, yet not knowing what she was feeling.
"Wha-…oh, yeah, ah, sorry…" Mally said, looking away.
"Right, like ye said, no worries love…" she smiled down on him, taking his face in her hands. "Partly my doing anyhows." She giggled again.
"Come here you…" Mally smiled, pulling her in for more kisses. He let his hands explore as the kiss lingered, cupping her tight little bottom and tracing the curve of her hips. Once again, Rahne brought one of his hands back up to her breast, quicker this time, whimpering softly as contact was made. Mally pressed her down onto his body; the two moved against each other, caution seemingly thrown to the winds. Mally moved his hand up under her shirt, touching her breast and softly pinching the pebble her nipple had become. Rahne groaned, pushing herself down against his torso forcefully. Mally grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulling it upwards, Rahne moving her arms to help. The top slipped off; Mally locked his eyes on her body, the most beautiful body ever. Rahne smiled at him; she had felt his breathing stop dead. Confusingly, Mally's eyes grew wide with sheer terror.
'Mallory, I suggest you and Ms. Sinclair compose yourselves, as you are no longer alone…' Mally heard in his head. The Professor didn't 'sound' thrilled either.
Sparky's Pints 'n' Pool
Pappy flopped down in a chair at the table near the dartboard. He sighed loudly, taking a long sip of his stout.
"Whatsamatter Pappy, shot down?" Logan kidded, preparing to throw his last 20. Pappy had been talking with two ladies at a table for about an hour now; Logan couldn't resist getting a dig in. "The ole 'Scot charm' not working tonight?"
"Aye, laugh it up furball, you'll get yourn! The lovely lassies were com-plete-ly smitten; they tells me that me accent is 'cute'! Next thing, they says that they be to young fer me! Don't they know love crossesall barriers?" Pappy slumped over the table.
"You're too good for them Angus," Ororo consoled, "some women can't see a good thing when it's right in front of them."
"D'ya think it's so, m'lady?" Pappy popped up, smiling. "Ah well, so it goes in love and war. Tell me friends, who leads in your contest of skill?"
"Bam!" Logan exclaimed, hitting his final 20. "Well, Paps, unless 'Ro can work miracles, a certain goddess will be buying lunch tomorrow." Logan smiled a best feral grin at Ororo.
"I believe the saying is 'it ain't over til it's over' Logan. Step aside blasphemer." Ororo grinned back at him confidently.
"'Ro, you gotta hit yer last 20 and three bulls to win. That's four throws with three darts. You ain't gonna beat me this turn." Logan said.
"We shall see…" she said, throwing her first dart, placing it squarely in the 20 spot.
"Hee Hee! I've returned just in time I see! Oh, the great and mighty Wolvie, beat by such a fair lass! Priceless!" Pappy laughed with glee, rubbing his hands together.
"Stuff it Pappy, I ain't beat yet!" Logan grunted. Logan had won the second game, tying the match at one apiece.
Ororo prepared her second dart. She threw, launching the projectile directly in the bulls-eye. Logan began to worry.
"'Ro, you ain't usin' the wind or anything, are ya?" he asked.
"Logan. Stop making excuses." Ororo flatly said. "By the way, the French restaurant in town is jacket and tie only…"
"You ain't won yet, lady, ya still gotta get two more bulls. And ya only got one dart. I'll get my chance." Logan boasted.
Ororo drew her hand back. She concentrated, pryaing. 'Goddess, guide my hand…and my heart…'
The dart flew from her hand, the tip flying directly into the flight slots of the dart already in the bulls-eye, and it held firm.
Pappy jumped up. "BEGORRAH! Lads 'n' lassies, that's a 'Sir Robin'! I hain't seen that since me youth, at Paddy McDougals Pub! Counts as a double it does! Pub rules! Weeeee!" Pappy jumped over to Ororo, taking her hands, and danced around in a circle, both of them laughing.
"I can't believe it…" Logan grumbled. "Of all the possible…this could only happen to me…almost impossible shot, and she…"
"One o'clock tomorrow, Logan?" Ororo asked, moving to stand in front of him. She held out her hand. "Fine match. You are truly a worthy opponent."
Logan smiled. He took her hand, shaking it. "One o'clock is fine 'Ro. Ya think Hank has a jacket I can borrow?"
The Institute, Professors Office
Professor X sat behind his desk, his hands steepled before his lips. Two very nervous mutants sat in front of him.
"The two of you were left alone here for less than 5 hours. But that's not even the point; I am aware that you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourselves. Rahne, you are my charge. Moira doesn't…need…to find out about this; you, however, will NOT forget it." He turned to Mally.
"Mallory, you are still under the care of your father, of course. I shall let him decide how to handle this matter."
"Uh, can't you just make me clean the Blackbird a million times or so? Pappy don't need ta know about this, does he?" begged Mally.
"I'm afraid so, Mallory. You should know better than to get yourself into this kind of situatuation." Xavier stated.
"I know Professor, but…" He stopped, looking over at Rahne.
"But what Mallory?" Xavier prodded.
"…crikey, Professor, it 's hard to know what's right and wrong when you…when… when ya love someone. Can't you understand that? Besides, I wasn't going to…well, ya know what I mean. I'm not ready for all that yet."
"Me either. I do love him back though, Professor." Rahne softly said. "Sir, you dint…'see' anything did you?"
Charles couldn't stop a slight smile. "No Rahne, I just sensed Mallory's…strong emotions as we came down the drive."
Rahne let her breath out very slowly in relief.
Xavier wheeled out to be in front of them. "My young friends, love is something that…well, it's something that even a student of the mind like myself doesn't really understand. I sense your fondness, even your longing to be together. My best advice is to take it slowly, realize your own emotions for what they truly are. You have long lives ahead. Who knows, perhaps the love will last, it's not for me, you, or you to know."
He smiled at them, taking a hand of each in his own.
"And no longer show your feelings in the middle of the rec room, understood?"
the end
Chapter 27 – There's no 'I' in Team