So I hope you aren't too mad at me, it's been a little while.
I also hope you all are well, happy and enjoying the summer holidays and aren't too sad about going back to school/college/uni. I started back a few days ago, and was weirdly excited to get back into all nighters, revision and the stress of it all. But was very reluctant to give up my lie ins. I miss sleep. Anyway, who cares about sleep when you have Scott and Logan fluff?
Disclaimer: In no way, shape or form are these characters mine. I just like playing with them.
Warnings: Language. Boy on boy fluff. Out of characterness. And ten pages of nothingness. Watch out.
Love to all of you, and thank you for the reviews, they were lovely!
Here you go my pretties! Hope you enjoy!
I stumbled into the canteen, tired, hungry – still horny and disappointed.
Staggering up to the staff table I was ambushed by Rogue et al. "Hey," She grinned, Bobby and Jubilee right behind her.
I barely mumbled, my stomach sinking when I realised she wanted to talk. Shit.
"So," Jubilee grinned, "You're supposed to be bouncy and on top of the world right now. What's up?"
"Excuse me?" I tried not to growl.
"Scott's back last night," Rogue said slowly.
As if I didn't know that. I sighed heavily, tiredness had chased away all intentions of good humour. There was a dark cloud over Monday morning, and for the foreseeable future. Well, at least for the rest of the week.
"What's wrong?" Rogue asked, concerned now.
"Didn't get any sleep," I said gruffly.
"Okay, really don't want to hear about that, too early in the morning," Bobby whined.
"Do you really think I'd be complaining if that had kept me up all night?" I growled.
I was just about to go into a fully fledged rant about the stupid Peyton thing when I remembered the New and Improved Logan.
The new and improved Logan wouldn't let the devil baby bother him, no. I was going to show everyone (and by everyone, I meant 90% Scott) that I could in fact do this.
"It's no big deal," I finished lamely.
Okay, so not letting it bother me transpired into not letting people think it bothered me. Oh, I was smooth.
"Seriously, what's up?" Jubilee's smile had dropped.
"Nothing," The epitome of smooth! "Scott's just been given this..." Do not say 'stupid Peyton thing'/'demon child'. Repeat: Do not say 'stupid Peyton thing'/'demon child'. "... um, kid to look after and it's having a bit of trouble settling into the mansion."
Translation: Once it started screaming, it didn't stop. Both me and Scott were up all night doing everything we could to get it to go to sleep, result of which meant we barely got five minutes kip – Scott hadn't had a chance to sleep properly for an entire week thanks to the mission, and had only managed to catch a few minutes rest when I made him give me the freaking demon spawn so he could lie down. He was in full zombie mode today. And I blamed the pocket sized tyrant.
"He has to babysit?" Rogue giggled at me, exchanging amused looks with Jubilee, "And you're okay with that?"
No. Fucking no. I was the furthest away I could be from okay with that. The thing that he'd been given to babysit was a bloody scream machine who sucked all energy and focus out of my Scott, resulting in the fact that I barely got ten minutes to talk to him. And the Peyton thing's cuteness didn't compensate for it."Yeah, completely." I forced my features into a smile.
"Wow, I would have bet everything against you on this one," Bobby said to be, laughing.
"Yeah well," I said defensively, grabbing a piece of toast, "I've got to go teach."
Officially the worst breakfast ever. Well, I thought as I slunk away to the Danger Room, any breakfast without Scott is a sucky one, but this one had been especially so. Scott had been summoned along with the Peyton thing to Charles' office first thing this morning.
If he came back with another baby, I was going to abandon the school (taking Scott with me of course) and set up residence in Mexico.
"So is the baby a he or a she?" Rogue was bouncing up and down, the enthusiasm almost sending me into a cardiac arrest.
Just my luck, right? My first class was with Rogue. Now normally this would transpire to be my best class, seeing as it was with Rogue and all, and Rogue never took any of my shit, which was fun for me. But today I just needed her to give it a rest.
Being interrogated by the kid was defiantly bottom ten on my list of things I wanted to do. Number one of that list being, of course, Scott.
"What?" I groaned tiredly as the other kids milled around. I'd just finished a Danger Room session, and hadn't enjoyed the adrenaline rush as much as normal. I blame tiredness. And you know what made me tired?
Stupid Peyton thing.
The kids were having a breather as I set up for the next one. I was taking my time though, I didn't relish having to run about and be all Wolveriney and teacher like today.
"The baby!" Rogue said incredulously, eyes wide.
"What about it?" I growled.
"Girl or boy?"
I gave her a look.
I sooo didn't want to talk about this.
Now, if it were any other student I had been talking to, the growl alone would have made them vamoosh (yes, now a legitimate word) long ago, but because it was Rogue, she was rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, ready to go into whiney teenage mode.
"Logan-" She started.
"It's a girl," I sighed heavily, stabbing a few more instructions into the computer as it beeped back in protest at me.
Stupid technology. You know what else is stupid?
The devil baby.
She beamed, "Aw. Name please?"
"Peyton."
"What a cute name!" She resumed her bouncing up and down. I would have been impressed with her ability to be this enthusiastic about something she'd never met this early in the morning but I was too tired to register this.
All I wanted was bed. Bed, and Scott.
But no. Scott was entertaining the demon spawn. He wasn't teaching this period and was most likely burping the stupid Peyton thing or something. The worst thing, you ask? When I got back after this lesson, the Peyton thing would still be there, sucking up all of Scott's attention. Little letch.
"Oh yeah," The new and improved Logan lied, with great effort I might add, "It's brilliant."
"Seriously though," Rogue looked me in the eyes, "I never thought you'd be up to this. Like, think about how you were when you first came here – you would have so chucked the baby out of a window given the chance. But now... it's like... you've just..." She paused, trying to muster up the right words to say it.
"... Come a long way?" I said through gritted teeth.
"Yes!" She exclaimed, "You totally have."
"Gee, thanks." I said sarcastically.
"No, you have!" She insisted.
The new and improved Logan was fooling someone at least.
I would have been overjoyed normally that my act was working, that at least someone thought that this whole baby thing wasn't bothering me, but right now I was too tired to do anything, least of all be overjoyed.
Did I say I was aiming to be the new and improved Logan? It now seems I'm aspiring to be the new resident Grumpus.
Go me.
I trudged up the stairs, my feet resembling what seemed to be blocks of lead. My class had just ended, and if possible, I felt even more drained than ever.
I pushed open the door to our room, exhausted and ready to collapse onto bed.
But wait.
All collapsing on bed aspirations were put on hold. The stupid Peyton thing was on the middle of the mattress, giggling, all bright eyes staring up at me as if I was the most interesting thing in the world.
Well, let me tell you this, I would not be tricked into her games and tangled webs of manipulation. She could smile up at me with those manufactured in heaven eyes, those cute little rosy cheeks, her all too adorable giggled but she would not get me.
I was still stood there, frozen and still clutching the door, when I heard movement in the bathroom off from our room.
"Scott?" I called out hopefully, still frozen, eyes still fixed on the demon now playing with her toes.
"Logan?" I heard his silken voice two seconds before he came into view, a toothbrush poking out of his mouth, dressed and ready for class.
Lucky toothbrush.
He ducked back into the bathroom to frantically get ready. He remerged, sans toothbrush.
I forced myself to move, keeping my distance from the bed and it's demonic content, grinning openly at Scott. "Shouldn't you be at your class?" I smoothed out the creases in his shirt.
"Yeah," He looked at me in a kind of 'what can you do?' way, "I just wanted to catch a few seconds with you, before."
Damn, if I'd known I would have sprinted back from the Danger Room! Scott Summers, deliberately late... for me. Repeat: Scott, keeper of time and almost anally clock conscious, late, for me! I felt a huge puppy dog grin form on my face.
"... And to ask you myself," Scott sounded nervous, "If you wouldn't mind taking care of Peyton for the rest of the day?" He said it like he was pulling off a plaster. Quick and painful.
"Umm..."
"It's just you've got no more classes today, and I can't watch her, and not sure what else to do..." Scott gave me a pleading look.
New... and... improved... Logan...
"Of course I will," I gave him a lopsided grin, "You go have fun with your numbers and.... stuff," This is my campaign to be the world's best boyfriend ever.
Seemed to be working, if the look on Scott's face was anything to go by.
I must really love him, to offer up my willing help to look after Satan's baby.
I think I just like seeing him happy.
He leaned in for a quick kiss before grabbing his briefcase and running off to class.
And all too quickly, it was just me and the Peyton thing.
It giggled.
So I was supposed to babysit for four odd hours while Scott was in class.
Huh.
It giggled again.
What... do I do? What do you do with kids? Read them stories? Burp them? Play football with them? It looked a bit young for football actually. Did it need food? Attention? Nursery rhymes? Shit, I didn't know any rhymes.
Well, standing there, frozen by the bathroom door was probably the worst thing I could be doing at present, with it sitting there all quiet and staring up at me expectantly.
"Hello..." Devil spawn, "... Peyton." I managed awkwardly, forcing myself to step forwards.
"Ello!" She exclaimed, looking pleased with herself.
It talks?
"I'm... Logan," I said for lack of anything better to do.
It just stared at me.
"So... you're a baby," I heard myself saying.
She giggled again. God, it could giggle for England.
"Would you like?" It said rather politely. At least it had manners. It was holding a book up in one of its pudgy hands (one of the many things spread out across the bedspread – toys, picture books and the like. Where had this shit come from?!) so I guess that translated as 'would you like to read to me?'
"Umm, okay," It was better than just standing there looking awkward I guessed. I perched on the edge of the bed, taking the book carefully from her, not really wanting too much contact with my competition for Scott's attention.
Wait, no, the new and improved Logan wouldn't have thought that.
I shook my head, edging away slightly as the Peyton creature crawled closer across the bed.
I looked at the cover of the book, then at the Peyton thing, then back at the picture book. "We're going on a bear hunt," I said flatly.
A bear hunt? Seriously? What kind of book is this, encouraging violence towards innocent woodland creatures among young and impressionable young tykes? (even if said tyke was already in all likeliness already shooting terrified bears in its free time between hogging all of Scott's attention and annoying me).
I opened the page. "We're going on a bear hunt." I said in the same monotone voice, not able to muster up enough energy to entertain this demon.
The creature laughed, obviously loving this book. It kept crawling closer, and I kept sliding further away on the bed.
"We're going to catch a big one," I read aloud the next line. Oh my god, this was getting worse! Don't hurt the bears!
"A big one!" She chimed in.
"Um, yeah," I said awkwardly, then turned back to the book, "What a beautiful day. We're not scared."
It should be the fucking bear who's scared! I was now picturing this Peyton thing wielding a rifle, stomping through a dense wood in search of bears which were quivering in fear, laughing mechanically, little demon teeth and horns only adding to the nightmare. Suppress shivers, suppress shivers.
"On a bear hunt!" The thing was now dribbling... quite excessively. I edged away from it again as it crawled closer.
"Look, kid," I said stiffly, "It's wrong to hunt bears. What are your parents teaching you?"
It just looked at me, completely nonplussed.
Urgh, why did I bother?
Couldn't care less about this stupid thing.
Unfortunately I seemed to now care about bears and their welfare, and that was the book idea out and the only other option seemed to be playing with it... well fuck me, there was no way I was doing that.
I slid further away from it as it tried to get nearer.
I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "Shit." I mumbled. Practically no time had elapsed since Scott's departure.
"Shit!" The Peyton thing laughed.
I stared at it.
What did it just say to me?
What did I say, huh? It was out to get me!!
"Kid, what did you just..."
Oh. Oh no...
It had repeated what I'd grumbled. I had sworn, right? Oh fucki- wait, no more swear words, even internally, around the devil child: Oh crikey.
"No, kid, you can't say that," I said worriedly. Less than ten minutes with this lump of pure evil and I'd already mangled it's vocabulary for life. Go me.
Scott would hear the Peyton thing say that, it's parents would hear it, everyone would hear it and everyone would look to me, because everyone would assume that I would be the only one stupid enough to swear around a baby. Apparently they had reason to assume.
It was just staring up at me, still with that angelic-I'm-really-a-monster-waiting-till-you-go-to-sleep-to-rip-my-baby-face-off kind of smile.
"That's a very bad word, we don't like using that word," I was pleading with it now.
I was about to carry on with the grovelling when something happened.
Something very smelly.
Now, with my sense of smell, I'm hardened to dustbin day, I've desensitised myself to men's public loos, I've learnt to cope with my inconvenient mutation and conditioned myself to breathe through my mouth but this...
This was worse than all those stenches put together, then doubled, then concentrated then... oh, this was bad.
I looked down at the Peyton thing reluctantly, already knowing what had happened but not wanting to believe. I wrinkled my nose.
It sat there smiling, the smell wafting up from its nappy clad behind.
Crikey.
"Shit!" It laughed.
"You said it, kid."
Well, it had been a hard, testing day.
I had awarded myself for A) not screaming, no not even once, or B) strangling the monster now sitting on Scott's lap as we lazed in the living room in front of the TV with me, steam coming out my ears (figuratively of course, frustration did not turn me into a kettle I'm afraid), and glaring at the devil baby.
"So what did you get up to with Peyton?" Scott beamed at me. He was tired. All I wanted was to take us back to bed – without the stupid baby, that's a crucial detail – not even to do anything, but to simply sleep. And you must realise, for me to want to go to bed with Scott and not do anything, that is an outlier, that is wrong, that means serious and sadistic amounts of tiredness.
All I wanted to do right now was just to hold him.
What did I do with the devil spawn? Well, lets just say I got close to clawing off my own nose. That means three nappy changes that I had to deal with. That means almost gagging at the memory of the stench, that means three near death experiences in one day.
"Oh, not much," I tried for a smile. "What did you get up to?"
"Same really, not much," He shrugged at me, an all too sexy smile quietly gracing his lips. "Was nice to get back to teaching."
I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by the Jubilee kid. "
"Honestly, Summers, we were happier with a substitute teacher. Meant we didn't have to do any work," She shrugged, leaning back in her armchair over the other side of the living room.
Scott chuckled, "Hear that, Peyton?" He cooed, "Could have had the day off."
She yawned, stretching up her little arms to the sky.
Oh, now she was tired? She was tired?
I gritted my teeth. She should try taking care of a baby for half a day, then she'll know what tiredness truly feels like, the kind that threatens to knock you off your feet into the nearest bed.
"Think it's time for bed," Scott yawned.
"For you or the baby?" I smiled blearily.
"For both of you, you wimps," Rogue called out from a midst of students.
"Oh would you look at that, the voice of reason," I mumbled, "Can't argue with that," I stood up and smiled, "Come on."
He smiled, hoisting the Thing up onto his waist so he could carry her up the stairs to bed. Oh soft, sweet bed.
"Here," I said softly, seeing Scott strain slightly with the weight of the devil, "Let me."
"Oh, thanks," He sent me a smile, passing it over to me.
Oh, I can safely say that the New and Improved Logan completely rocks.
Urgh, I tried not to recoil at it's touch... which was, however, balanced out by Scott's heavenly but fleeting brush of a hand against mine.
We trudged up the stairs, chatting about nothing much, until we arrived at our destination, put the Peyton thing down to bed, got ready in record time and collapsed into bed.
Let me tell you, the new and improved Logan takes a lot of work, and right now, he's tired.
"Please," I begged the girls; Rogue, Jubilee and Kitty, in front of me. "Pretty please."
"Well," Rogue sighed, running the idea over in her head a couple more times.
"Oh come on," I ran a hand through my hair, contemplating whether or not to use the Puppy dog eyes on her. "I miss him." I decided to hold the infamous puppy dog eyes for when I really needed them, and instead tried to appeal to their fangirl sides.
"You've spent the last four days with him, practically attached to him," Jubilee piped up.
"It's not the same," I snapped at her. I shifted the Peyton thing to my other side, my left arm cramping. She played with my hair as I pleaded. "We've got this... little angel to take care of all the time." I said with as much conviction as I could muster up at such short notice.
"I guess we could..." Kitty mused.
"It would just be for this evening, that's all," I grinned hopefully at them.
"Fine. We'll babysit."
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," I beamed with relief, bending down to where they were sat at the cafeteria table, to hand the devil baby to them.
"You know Logan," Rogue smirked at me, "Some would say, watching that show, that you aren't as overjoyed with darling Peyton as you make out," She joked.
Shit, she reads me like a book, that damn girl. "What?" I forced myself to laugh, "No, me and Scott just want a quiet night, as lovely as it- sorry, she, is."
Rogue smirked at me. "Sure." She bounced the devil up and down on her knee.
"Okay then!" I suddenly felt very awake, like a little baby-like-weight had been lifted from my shoulders. "See you! We'll pick her up at eleven – here's her bag with all her toys in and shit – sorry, stuff," I picked up the heavy bag filled to the brim with toys and books and clean nappies and plonked it on Kitty's lap, "There's also a list of stuff you have to do in there too that I wrote out for you!" I was already bouncing away towards the door, "Like it's bedtime routine, what times you should feed her and stuff, how to change her nappy if you can't work it out already..."
Kitty had pulled said list out of the duffel bag and was now looking at it with a mix of awe and confusion, "Logan, you've even written out a list of worst case scenarios and what to do on here!" She called after me incredulously.
"Yeah you got it!" I yelled back over my shoulder, unable to wait to get back to Scott.
"The scenario thing goes on for three whole pages!"
"Your point?" I turned round. What didn't they get about the list? I'd used block print, I'd written neatly, I'd written everything they needed and more. What was their problem with my worst case scenario section of my notes?
"Front and back!" Rogue giggled.
"Yeah?" I shook my head, what ever they were hinting at going completely over my head. Weird kids.
"Forget it," They shook their heads incredulously at me.
"What ever," I shrugged, unable to keep the huge puppy dog grin off my face as I thought of a night alone with Scott, no baby, no nothing. Except me and my Scott.
And that was all that mattered.
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"Scott! Scott!" I bounced into our room, "They did it, they did!" I stopped bouncing when I saw Scott.
Scott was laying down on the bed, fully clothed, asleep and breathing gently.
Oh.
When I'd had the original idea of asking (or begging, if need be) Rogue et al to take the demon baby for an evening I'd thought out the entire night, from start to finish. There would be a good six hours to simply be with Scott, and do what ever.
The last five days of Peytondom had been very hard. It was either me with the Peyton thing, Scott with the Peyton thing, both of us with the Peyton thing or both of us working. There had been practically no time to simply be with my Scott and I hated that.
And don't forget that this was already on top of that whole week before hand where Scott had been away on a mission for Charles – so this was just insult to injury really.
Why did the world hate me?
I wouldn't even think of waking Scott up; he's basically entered the realms of insomnia thanks to the dreaded Peyton thing, and he really needs sleep. But I was really looking forwards to a conscious Scott for six hours.
I realised I was pouting, and promptly stopped.
Okay, so what do I do now?
Scott needs his sleep... But I need Scott.
Tough one.
I sighed, resigning myself to an evening of disappointment, as I walked over to the desk and scribbled a note down.
"Scott," It said, "If you wake up, I'm downstairs in the living room. Sleep well."
There, informative and to the point. What more could you ask for?
I left the note on the bed side table and trudged my way down to the living room, a dark cloud hovering above me.
There were only two days left of this, I told myself, attempting for reassurance. The last five days had been a nightmare, and this just topped it off. No Scott. No sex. No nothing.
Fuck all.
You know what? I bet the devil baby planned all of this. Evil thing as it was, it had to be behind this somehow.
I leant on the oak door, pushing it open slowly to see a fairly empty living room. I walked heavily over to my normal seat, on the sofa, and plonked down. Usually, Scott would be sitting next to me right now.
I sighed again, wallowing in bitter disappointment.
"God, who died?" Jean's voice broke me out of my depression momentarily. I looked up slowly. She had sat down in Scott's vacant seat and was looking at me expectantly.
I sent her a half hearted death glare.
"Wow, that bad, huh?" She said sympathetically. "Hey, how come you're not with Scott? I just saw Rogue, Kitty and Jubilee painting Peyton's nails. Doesn't that mean you both have the night together without babysitting duties?"
Hit it right on the nail why don't you?
"Yeah."
"And...?" Jean pressed.
Oh, it was taking so much energy not to rant and moan to her right now.
"Scott's asleep," I sighed.
"So? Wake him up," Jean said as if it were nothing.
I looked aghast at her – did she not get it? He was asleep, he hadn't been so for over a fucking week, woman!
I opened my mouth to tell her just this, but she was already giggling.
Damn, with all the fucking devil baby madness I forget she was a mind reader.
"I know he's tired. You are too. But I bet he'd much rather be awake spending time with you than catching up on sleep."
Well, she did have a point...
"No!" I exclaimed. He's exhausted, he's asleep. It was just bloody insensitive to wake him up.
"Fine, fine, what ever," Jean was looking at me like she always did, like I was a lost cause or something. "So does Scott know you can't stand Peyton?"
Double take much. HOW DOES SHE KNOW?! "What?" I forced myself to laugh, as if this weren't true, "No, what gave you that idea..."
I trailed off.
Fucking mind reader.
"Oh come on," Jean smiled sympathetically, "Your thoughts have practically been bouncing off the walls. Five days of your anger vibes and I'm about ready to scream."
"Okay," I turned to her, "I haven't come a long way, I don't like babies, I hate it that Scott's attention isn't on me, so sue me!" The new and improved Logan could bloody well take a hike.
"I'm not going to sue you."
"Fine, psychoanalyse me then, or whatever you're going to do." I braced myself.
"I'm not going to psychoanalyse you," Jean held back a giggle, "I just want to know why you're putting yourself through this. If it bothers you, tell Scott. He wouldn't want you suffering. If he wasn't too wacked out from lack of sleep, he'd be onto you before you could say 'devil baby'. Scott values your happiness way above Peyton. Trust me, I can hear his thoughts." She smiled.
Wow, that was everything I wanted to hear in three seconds. The woman was good.
"You don't get it," I shook my head.
It was about disappointing Scott as much as anything else. The Peyton thing made him happy.
And hey, it was only for two more days anyways.
Then it would all be back to normal.
"Just... don't tell him," I shot her a meaningful look, "Or anyone. Especially Rogue."
"You have my word," Jean smiled kindly.
"Hey," A thought flittered across my mind, "So since you know about the whole hatred of babies, particularly the Peyton thing, maybe you could baby sit tomorrow night for us?" I put on the puppy dog grin.
"Of course!" Jean nodded, "I love that little cutie pie!"
Ignoring the baby madness for a second, I allowed myself to wallow in the pool of joy that I had just plunged into. A night with a conscious Scott, without the Peyton thing.
I yawned.
"You know, it's not just Scott who's had no sleep for five days," Jean said sympathetically, "Maybe you should rest too."
"That's not a bad idea," I said, suddenly feeling very tired and heavy.
Oh bed, beautiful bed.
It was even more beautiful with Scott on it.
I said my goodnights and walked my way up the stairs to our room, smiling when I saw Scott, still asleep and well.
He was just too adorable for words, my Scott. Okay, so maybe it wasn't the hot and steamy night I'd been looking forwards to, but simply laying next to him was still pretty damn good. It was just nice being able to hold him in my arms, to breathe him in, to know that no harm could come to him... unless I had another Striker fumed nightmare and my claws made another appearance.
Okay, don't joke about that. That was serious.
I quietly got ready for bed, climbing in with superhuman care not to wake Scott up.
But all my care in the world couldn't cancel out the sound that my Wolverine ears had just picked up.
It was the Peyton thing. And it was crying. It was far away, and from the sound of it, it had been screaming for quite some time.
I shut my eyes tight.
Rogue, Jubilee and Kitty were perfectly capable young adults, they had my notes, they had my worst case scenario pages, they had everything they needed to keep the thing well and safe, ready for pick up at eleven.
So why was my heart suddenly beating so fast? Huh? Why was my body suddenly tense? Why did I feel the need to rush there, to wherever the stupid demon was and make sure it was okay?
What's up with that?
I bet it's some voodoo or something that the demon cast on me. Yeah. It was all it's fault.
I fixedly tried to shut the sound out of my mind. Now this was a lot harder than you'd think.
Urgh.
I sat up, this weird voodoo worry coursing through my veins as I tried not to wake Scott whilst I hopped around, looking for where I'd discarded my jeans in the darkness.
Thank goodness for wolf night vision, let me tell you.
I cast one pained look back at my sleeping Scott, wishing I could be happily dozing next to him right now, as I ran through the corridors to where the stupid wretch was still wailing.
I wound up outside Rogue's bedroom dorm door, where I guessed the three girls and devil child were.
I reined myself in and gave a gentle knock on the door. "Hello?"
Voodoo worry was pushing me to break down the door and grab the little terror out of incompetent arms and make it better.
"Logan?" The door swung open to see Kitty – looking very wired, very dishevelled and very relieved to see me. "Oh thank god. Rogue, Logan's here."
I walked into the room to see Rogue bouncing the devil baby up and down in her arms mechanically, as if on the verge of snapping.
Jubilee was in the middle of frantically tearing through my notes, sat down on the bed, which I noticed was strewn with all the contents of the bag I'd carefully packed.
"Oh my goodness," Rogue moaning in relief when she saw me, "How do people do this?"
I gently took the Peyton thing from her into my own arms, hoisting her up on my waist and giving it a big grin. It always liked it when I did faces at it.
"She's been crying for like 90% of the time," Kitty had joined us in the room, "Are we doing something wrong?"
"No," I bounced it gently, "It does this. Usually a bit later at night, when you've just got to sleep."
It was looking at me now, the sobs and screams had decreased fully, and it now had a small smile on it's rosy face.
"How," Rogue looked at me, wide eyed and stunned, "Did you do that?"
I shrugged.
The Peyton thing reached up and started playing with my hair.
Stupid devil baby.
Urrgh, I miss Scott.
"Didn't you read the notes?" I asked her, "There was a whole two pages on how to stop the thing crying."
"We did everything!" Rogue exclaimed, "And then you waltz in and she just stops!"
"Okay," I said calmly, "I do not, and never will, waltz."
"Sorry I fell asleep," Scott apologised for the hundredth time this morning, "I was really looking forward to it." A day had passed already and he was still dwelling on it. How sweet was he? Saturday had gone by in a whirl of nappy changes and bear hunts, and suddenly... this was our last day with the devil child.
And weirdly enough, I think I was actually going to miss the little monster.
Now, I would never admit to it, or even acknowledge it, but I think I would. I might even go as far as saying that I could even like the tyke.
Wait, no, scratch that, I couldn't get away with saying that just yet. Actual liking was a step too far.
"I know," I smiled at him, "Don't worry about it."
It was Sunday morning, and this was the closest to heaven I'd got all week long.
A few days ago, someone had had the decency to look for a crib, for the Peyton thing to sleep in, so it was me and Scott laying together in bed. The morning sunlight was streaming through a gap in the curtains, birds were crying out to each other – and most importantly, the Devil was sound asleep.
"You sure?" Scott was dangerously close to pouting. Didn't he know what that sexy little pout did to me?!
"Positive," I leant in, closing the space between us and capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.
And just as we were doing this, bloody Rogue burst in to our room.
"Hey you two!" She beamed at us.
The Peyton thing woke up at the sound of her very loud voice and started crying half heartedly.
"Or should I say three..." Rogue said guiltily.
Scott had leapt away from me when she'd burst in, interrupting one of the few kisses we'd been able to steal in the past Peyton filled days. Fucking Rogue. Scott was already hoisting the Peyton thing into his arms, cooing at her in an attempt to make the tears subside.
Watching my adorable Scott, I was distracted by what was in Rogue's arms.
"Umm," I raised myself up on my elbows, staring at little dog – no, I kid you not, a real live action dog – in her arms, "Rogue, what's with the puppy?"
"Sorry Scott," She was apologising to my Scott for making the Peyton thing start up again, "And oh," She turned to me, letting the little dog loose and out of her arms. It jumped onto the bed, bounded up to me and gave me a very big, very sloppy, very wet dog kiss on my face. "That's why I came up!"
I pushed it away gently, "Explain...?"
"I found him on the grounds!" Rogue beamed at me, sitting on the edge of the bed and petting the dog as it continued to eat my face, "He's not got a collar or anything, and I talked to Jean and she said we could keep him! As long as we put fliers up and stuff, but come on, we live like a hundred miles from anyone, I don't know how this little ball of cuteness could belong to someone!" She squealed, which in turn set the Peyton thing off again.
"Really now?" I smiled down at the puppy.
It was cute, really. Big chocolate brown eyes, floppy ears, soft short dark brown fur.
"Yeah, but she said I couldn't keep it in my dorm, because of the other girls and yeah, so she said you might be able to let it sleep in your room and maybe look after it and stuff?" She grinned at me.
"Aw," Scott had walked round the bed from the crib, Peyton thing still in tow, looking down at the puppy. "What do you think, Logan?" He grinned at me, like a kid on Christmas.
How could I say no?
"Sure!" I said enthusiastically.
I like dogs.
"He's called Dave!" Rogue gushed.
"Dave?" Scott beamed down at the puppy.
Dave suddenly became aware of Scott. He completely lost all interest in me and bounded over to Scott, landing on the floor at Scott's feet and licking his toes.
"Hey," Scott grinned.
Peyton tugged on Scott's chestnut hair.
Dave gnawed on the bottom of Scott's pyjama bottoms.
The Peyton thing called out Scott's name in her angelic little rosy voice.
The Dave thing barked loudly for Scott's attention.
I stared in horror as the two hell hounds battled over Scott's attention and interest.
Oh fuck me, this was Sunday, I was just about to get rid of one little devil, I didn't need another one.
And this one, the Dave thing, this wasn't for a week. From the glowing smiles on both Scott and Rogue's faces, this looked like it was here indefinitely.
I glared at the dog.
Stupid Dave thing.
So wow, there you have it!
I really hope you like it – I had a ton of fun writing it and got quite a few fan girly squeals out of it, and hope you did too. It is now so late I'm having trouble reading my mangled words, so apologies if it you spot any spelling mistakes (never was my strong point and I fear tiredness doesn't do that point any good) or if the chapter totally sucked.
Also thank you thank you thank you Djaly for a few much needed ideas on this – my Scott and Logan fountain was all dried up X)
So, that was Utena-Puchiko-nyu's and UraniaChang's amazingly amazing idea of baby and also dog (Fanfiction . net, Dave. Dave, Fanfiction . net!) he came in at the end there. I hope that was okay :)
And coming up next... I think is Kitsune Rose420's very cool idea! Can't wait to start writing!
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Thank you so much for reading, hope the mindless words didn't completely destroy your brain!
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