Rehabilitation
Chapter 12 – The End!
Logan, Remy, and Scott stared up at the stars.
"This is just like the night we got arrested." Scott said.
"Except a lot less fun." Logan said.
"Remy always thought y'liked da outdoors, Wolfie." Remy said. "And here we are, campin' outside."
"We're not camping." Scott said. "We're not allowed to go indoors. Big difference. This is YOUR fault Remy."
"How da hell is this my fault?" Remy yelled. "You're the one dat stole Remy's meds and fucked dat furry woman."
Logan chuckled and rolled over. "Which you needed because your painting instigated a fight that made us do counseling with Dr. Sue-the-Abuser." He zippered the sleeping bag. "We owe Essex a favor. Shit, what do you think he'll ask us t'do?"
Remy shrugged. "If he says 'get a gang of killers together t'collect DNA,' don't believe him." He sat up. "In fact, don't believe anything dat comes out of that mouth."
"Isn't that what people say about you, Remy?" Scott asked.
"Non!" Remy said. "Everybody ignores all that 'can't be trusted bullshit' to worship my good looks."
Logan sat up. "I learned one thing about you, Remy. You really are the intolerable asshole I thought you were all along.
Back at the rehab center, Sinister looked cautiously over the empty body of Susan Jones, then at the ficus. "Well, Ms. Jones." He said, examining it. "Looks like this body will be more than sufficient for my next project."
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Three Weeks Later
Xavier summoned the X-Men together and introduced the newest employee. "This is Susan Jones, she is a psychologist from the rehabilitation center. I believe she's already met a few of you. She'll be working for us, from now on, as a counselor."
The End!
Please, go on to read the sequel, The Sardonic Psychiatrist!
Thank you for reading!