Hello my lovely readers! This chapter's going to be one of the last in this fic…I'm only going to write one or two more, I'm sorry to say. Anyway, in this chapter all of this is going on at the same time, just with the characters doing their different jobs.
In this chapter I have two original characters, Cassie and Jeffery. They might show up again but I'm not sure, so if you like them let me know and I'll be sure to add them in again.
And finally, the glory of reviewing! My constant reviewers are malicious fairy, Pyrowhore, and blackrose197666! Thank you guys so much and please continue to review!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Scott rubbed his temples, trying to rid himself of the unbearable headache that always accompanied being around Logan for prolonged periods of time.
"It's like working with a child," Scott muttered, "Like working with a six-foot tall, metal, booze-addicted child."
"Hey Scooter!" Logan called to Scott, standing at the edge of the mansion's roof, "Watch!" Logan jumped off of the roof, fell the whole three stories and hit the grassy lawn below with several chilling crunches.
Logan lay motionless for a moment and, as always, his skin began to patch together, his broken bones righted themselves, and he stood up. He brushed the dirt off of his T-shirt and climbed the ladder up to the roof where Scott was sitting.
"I watched the other four times you did that and the same thing happened," Scott sighed.
"And it never gets old," Logan laughed.
"On the contrary, it becomes very monotonous very quickly. I also wouldn't advise the repetition of such immature actions as they are below the standards of this school," He played up his annoyed attitude, while in reality, Logan's ability to heal fascinated him every single time.
"You used a lot of big words in there, Cyke," Logan said "I'm a simple guy."
"Isn't that just the understatement of the year… You want it in simpler terms? You're acting like those 'brats' that you claim to hate," Then he added almost as an afterthought, "And doesn't that hurt, like, really bad?"
"Yeah, but only for a minute, and it's a hell of a lot of fun, so it's worth it."
"Putting up Christmas lights isn't supposed to be fun. It's just one more thing to add to the growing list of things that need to be done," Scott sighed, wrestling with a particularly large knot of lights.
"God Cyke, could you pull that stick out of your ass, for just once in your life? Isn't Christmas supposed to be fun? It never was for me, but that's cuz I can't remember most of 'em and the ones I do remember, I didn't have anyone to celebrate with. It was just like any other day."
"Except you drank yourself shitless."
"Like I said, just like any other day."
Even Scott had to laugh. Logan could be the biggest ass in the world, but he was funny, and sometimes (though he would only admit it in his weakest of moments) Scott needed his special, and often vulgar, brand of comedy.
"Okay," Logan said, "You, I guess, just keep wrestling with those devil lights and I'll try to get this deer with the red light bulb for a nose set up."
"You mean Rudolf?"
"That is the dumbest name I've ever heard. I'm gonna call him Spike."
"Spike the Red-Nosed Reindeer?"
"Sure. Spike the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Spike Saves Christmas. It has a certain ring to it, don't cha think?"
"I think you have quite a bit more than a few screws loose is what I think," Scott scoffed.
"You also seemed to have forgotten that if I push you off this roof, you'll stay broken."
"The professor would be pissed."
"That's a risk I'm willing to take."
"You don't have the nerve. Your name's Wolverine, but it might as well be Chicken. You never live up to any of your threats."
Logan took a deep breath that could have been an attempt to compose himself. Apparently not. He shoved his roof-side companion roughly. Scott stumbled and slipped, having been caught off guard. Logan laughed as Scott gripped the gutter for dear life.
"You asshole! What the hell is wrong with you? You could've killed me!"
"I'm still debating on weather or not to, actually," Logan placed his boot above Scott's hand.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Remember what happened the last time you said that?"
"God, I hate you."
"Aww… I know."
"You shouldn't be smiling."
"I shouldn't do a lot of things. This, however, I should do." He inched his boot closer to Scott's hand so that he was stepping on it lightly.
"That's not funny!"
"I think it's hysterical."
"Let me up!"
"No."
"I'm not going to beg."
"I didn't say you had to."
"Then help me up."
"No."
"Why not!?"
"Cuz this is making my day, bub!"
Scott uttered a very wolverine-reminiscent growl and tried, futilely, to scramble up to the roof once more.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Warren!" Peter huffed, lifting two little kids onto his shoulders so that they could put the large star on the top of the tree. "Can't you do anything useful?"
"What? I'm helping!" Warren said back, almost insulted. He was sitting on a chair in the corner, attempting to brush off one of the older children, who needed his help reaching a taller branch on the tree.
"No you aren't! You might as well be painting your nails! I need help with these kids! There's too many for one person to watch."
"Oh, god, fine! What do you want me to do?"
"Well, for starters… Jeffery just set your wing on fire; you might want to take care of that."
"HOLY CRAP!" Warren jumped up and started running in circles. The flames on his white wing, far from extinguishing, only got worse.
The ten-year-old mutant named Jeffery, sniggered in the corner, "I bet you wished you helped me now, huh?" He called to Warren, "You know, running in circles is just gonna make everything worse!" Jeffery's sniggers soon evolved into hysterical laughter.
"No," Cassie, an eight-year-old girl with a genius I.Q., said to Jeffery, "You existing makes everything worse. If Mom and Dad had been more careful and taken the time to read up on effective contraception, I wouldn't be forced to deal with such an insufferable and immature person. " Cassie turned her attention to Warren. She squinted her eyes in concentration and in a second, the flames vanished in a puff of smoke.
"Jeffery, stop setting people on fire!" Piotr scolded, "And Cassie, thank you for helping Warren, but please, don't talk to your brother like that. I'm not entirely sure what you said but I'm assuming it, uh, wasn't nice."
Warren walked over to Cassie and ruffled her blonde hair, "Aren't you an adorable little girl! I could have handled that issue on my own though, sweetie, but thank you for the little bit of help. So, this is what you do? Your brother makes fire and you can put them out?"
"First of all, don't speak to me as though you are speaking to someone inferior to you. My I.Q. is most likely a good 100 points above yours. And in lamest terms, yes… I can put out fires with my mind. But I can start them as well. Don't talk down to me or you may not be able to fly for much longer."
Piotr laughed, "Wow, Warren, I can't believe you just pissed off someone who graduated high school when they were six! You must have a death wish! The professor says that Cassie probably has like a zillion unknown powers that could come out at any time!"
"This is exactly why I didn't want to help! Me and little kids do not get along!"
"That's because you talk to them like they're stupid!"
"THEY ARE STUPID!" Warren said a little louder than he meant to.
All of the kids stared at him angrily. Cassie and Jeffery's faces both showed identical glares or hatred.
"Warren," Piotr sighed, "I smell something burning."
Jeffery smiled and gave Cassie a thumbs-up as she un-squinted her mischievous blue eyes.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Remind me again why we're doing this," John groaned as he grabbed a can of frosting and brought it to the table.
"Cuz Scott said so," Bobby answered and sat down next to him.
"Why do we always have to listen to him? I mean, he's got us decorating ginger-bread houses. Wouldn't you rather be doing something more…fun?" John flashed his trademark smile devilishly.
Bobby raised an eyebrow, "Would I rather? Hell yeah! But we gotta do this now. We got all the time in the world when we're done." He snaked his arm around John's waist and pulled him closer.
John chuckled and dipped his finger into the can of frosting. He brought it oh-so-slowly to his mouth and sucked the frosting off his finger at a torturously slow pace, smiling seductively the whole time.
Bobby gulped, his mouth dry. John leaned himself forward and kissed Bobby, lifting his hand to his boyfriend's face to caress his cheeks.
They pulled apart after a moment, "Yum," Bobby said, "Vanilla."
John looked at the three girls sitting across from them. Jubes and Kitty's eyes were almost out of their heads. They grinned like, well, like two girls who were getting to watch two guys make out. Rogue looked like she didn't know whether to cry or to beat the crap out of the nearest wall.
"Holy crap," Kitty said, "Damn, Bobby. You are one lucky son of a bitch."
Jubes sighed, "Why can't gay guys date girls?"
"Umm… because that would defeat the purpose?" Bobby said seriously.
"You're kidding right?" John shook his head, "It was rhetorical, idiot."
"I'm not an idiot," Bobby said quietly.
"Yes you are, you're my idiot," John said, pulling Bobby closer.
Marie rolled her eyes and slammed down the can of whipped cream she was holding. The whipped cream exploded out and went all over Marie. It went down her shirt and in her hair. The other four laughed uncontrollably.
"It's not funny," Marie said wiping some whipped cream off of and out of her cleavage.
"Ya know, it's a good thing that me and Bobby are gay and that Kitty and Jubes are chicks, or else that would've been really awkward."
"Yeah, yeah," Marie said, "Get all the laughs out."
"I don't think I ever will," Bobby said, "You are such a klutz!"
"You just wait, Bobby, in ten minutes you'll probably be covered in whipped cream too."
The group went silent.
"Oh! Oh my god!" Marie gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, "Oh my god that came out so wrong!"
Kitty, Jubes, and Bobby laughed but John looked intrigued.
"I'm kinda starting to see what you saw in this chick!" He exclaimed, "She's a freakin' genius!"
Bobby's face dropped, "Marie, I'm gonna kill you."
"I'm so sorry Bobby!"
John grabbed Bobby by the wrist and starting pulling him out of the kitchen.
"Hey Jubes!" John yelled, "Toss!"
Jubilee grabbed the can of whipped cream and tossed it to John, who caught it in his free hand, "Come on, Bobby!"
"Say it," Jubes whispered to Kitty.
"No, you do it!" Kitty whispered back.
"Fine, I will, chicken…" Jubes muttered, "Hey, John!"
"What is it Jubes?" John said annoyed, sticking his head back in the kitchen.
She muttered something barley audible, but it sounded vaguely like "Take pictures…"