Hang On A Sec
Chapter Four – Can't Touch This
The next morning arrived bright and early. Bobby and Kurt arrived at the Danger Room bleary eyed and yawning.
"Urg," complained Kurt. "Vhy do I have to be here?"
"Because," Rogue appeared out of nowhere, "Logan thinks you two have too much time on your hands."
"Vhat?" Kurt gasped. "Ve don't get enough free time."
Rogue's reply was cut off by Logan's arrival.
"Okay, squirts. Rogue here'll be sitting in on your session to help out."
Bobby and Kurt glanced at each other.
"I don't want to die!" they sobbed. Rogue was one of the best in fighting. She had no mercy, and she was on Logan's side. But, worst of all, she held grudges. They were going to die.
"Warm up while I get the simulation set up," Logan commanded, and walked out.
Rogue stalked over to the other side of the DR to warm up alone. Bobby and Kurt worked on their stretches.
"This is so unfair," Kurt complained to Bobby as he did a couple backbends. Bobby glared at him. Damn that natural flexibility.
"Are you kidding me? This is wonderful! This is amazing!" Bobby whispered back. "Don't you see?"
Kurt thought Bobby was crazy. Bobby grinned.
"Don't look at me like that! This is the prime opportunity to plan another prank."
"Ah don't see you boys doing your stretches!" Rogue called from across the DR.
They went back to stretching, and, ahem, plotting.
Half an hour later found them engaged in a sim.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" Bobby and Kurt screamed as a robot chased them.
"You guys are such scaredy cats!" Rogue yelled at them, easily defeating two robots at once. "Turn around and fight it!"
Upon hearing Rogue's voice, the robot chasing towards Kurt and Bobby turned around and ran after her.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh," she cried as it ran towards her. Wait a second – She, Rogue, crying in fear? What was she coming to? She got into a fighting stance, preparing to show the robot just who she was.
"We'll save you, Rogue!" Bobby called, "Uh, later."
Just as the robot was about to shoot at Rogue, Kurt bamfed on top of it and smashed it's main computer in. Sparks and smoke came out of the broken side.
"That was so unnecessary! I had it all under con–" Rogue began.
"You can't touch her!"
"Duh nuh nuh nuh, duh nuh!"
"She's an absorber!"
"Duh nuh nuh nuh, duh nuh!"
"You can't touch her!"
"Duh nuh nuh nuh, duh nuh!"
"Gothic—" Bobby trailed off, noticing the figure in the doorway.
"What is this?" growled Logan. "High School Musical?"
"N-n-no," stuttered Bobby. Rogue glared at him with a mix of anger and amusement.
"I think we should run away now," Kurt whispered to Bobby.
"I agree," Bobby whispered back.
Logan cocked his head at them and narrowed his eyes.
"Well? Why aren't you running?"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!"
Rogue smiled to herself as Kurt and Bobby ran off with Logan chasing after them.
"Now that the entertainment has left, I do believe I will go shower."
Breakfast was a relatively normal (for the Institute) affair. Bobby and Kurt could barely move, having been chased in and out of the mansion by a grumpy Wolverine. Said Wolverine was glaring at the two boys from over the top of his newspaper.
Jubilee walked in, spotting Logan staring at them, decided to take the risk, and sat down with them.
"How'd this morning go?" She asked, grabbing a bagel.
"Fine," said Kurt. "We sang U Can't Touch This to Rogue."
"Really? And you're still alive?"
"No, we're ghosts now," Bobby said sarcastically.
The children were finishing their breakfast when a piercing scream was heard from upstairs.
"I wonder what that was," Bobby said.
"I think I know," said Kurt. "Look." Rogue stromed into the dining hall followed closely by Gambit. The king and queen of the dirty glares were showing off their talent at anyone in sight.
The situation would not have been remotely funny had not Rogue's white streaks been a bright, magenta pink. As it was, the pink was so out-of-place on the Goth that everyone burst out laughing. She glared at them all.
"Whoa," Kurt said in awe. "Who did that?"
Whoever had the courage to dye Rogue's white streaks pink deserved a medal of honor.
"I may or may not have put pink dye in Rogue's shampoo," Jubilee whispered smugly.
"The person who put dye in my shampoo had better show themselves now!" Rogue declared. Bobby and Kurt snickered into their hands. Rogue focused her glare on them.
Gambit reached for a card to threaten them with.
Going through the pockets of his trench coat with one hand (his coat has a gazillion pockets. It takes a while to go through each one), he told the, "If one of you is the culprit, you'd better speak up before I blow the two of you up and Logan is stuck scraping your guts off—" he stopped. He stuck his hand in his pocket, took it out and looked around the next pocket. And the next pocket. When he had searched in every pocket, he went back and did it again.
"Huh," was all he said before he ran upstairs.