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Comics. This is an unauthorized use of the X-Men. I am not making
any money off of this so please don't sue me. This fanfic is copyright
by me, Link.
There was no real inspiration for this story. I am just studying for
the GRE this summer. My roommate told me I needed to write a sentence
for each vocabulary word I was memorizing or a story. As you can see,
I opted for the story. If you see a problem, like wrong usage, please
be nice and email me about it.
Special thanks goes out to Deny Coughlan for his invaluable assistance.
All he ever wanted was some peace and quiet. Was that so much to
ask? To have one halcyon morning without having to deal with any knavery
from the far too jocund bunch of losers that they were. As much as
he loved the camaraderie of his teammates, there were times they really
got on his nerves. Their cheery morale was enough to debilitate a
cantankerous soul like himself and turn him into an effete old man.
He slammed the door of a newly-purchased refrigerator closed and
tossed the hapless bowl on the table. Nice picture, he thought. He
took note of a purple cow stuck with a magnet to the metal door. A
quick whiff and the unusual coloring told him the artist was Scott,
or Rogue had some really bizarre coloring ideas. Colors were never
Scott's forte. At least the drawing brightened up the kitchen, which
was as pallid and lackluster as it could ever get.
His senses told him to expect unwelcome company. Bobby sauntered
in with his ebullient smile. "Hey, Wolvie. What's happening?"
He headed over to the mostly empty cabinets and started searching
nosily for something to eat.
He grumbled back a hasty good-morning while rapaciously eating the
cereal from the box. Just great. The last thing he wanted was to have
breakfast with Iceman. He was already in a bilious mood and he could
feel the hackles rising from Drake's abrupt intrusion into his domain.
Unaware of the imminent danger Bobby had placed himself in, he slapped
Logan on the back and made a grab for his cereal box. "Don't
hog all the munchies."
"No," Logan roared. He gave an obstreperous growl and gripped
the box tighter.
"Find yer own, bub. This is mine." Bobby was getting absolutely
nothing. Not even a tiny crumb. So he had better find something else
"C'mon. Give some here. There's nothing else to eat. I'm starving,"
he whined. He made another reach for box and missed. "Have you
forgotten the concept of sharing or did you miss that lesson in kindergarten?"
"I said go find yer own," he snarled again.
"Fine. Be that way."
Logan had only a fraction of second to react when the air suddenly
turned chilly, but he was too late. An amazing quantity of ice miraculously
appeared under his seat and sent him leaping out of his chair with
"Thank you very much. You are too kind," Bobby said with
a smug smirk as he proudly took the cereal box and poured some into
Logan rubbed his shorts which were soaked from the rapidly melting
ice and glared at the callow youth. Except for him, such temerity
was not allowed by anyone in his book. Even if Bobby was only joking
around, that was no excuse to steal a man's breakfast. The fatuous
trick was tantamount to a direct challenge to his manhood and Bobby
was delusive if he thought he was getting away with it. Plus he was
"Give that back, ya little runt."
"Runt? Excuse me, but who's the short one here." He made
a quick retreat with his bowl and left the empty box discarded on
Logan approached, displaying his martial skills and baring all teeth.
Somewhat nervous, Bobby edged away from him. "Chill out, midget-man.
It's only food. Sam should be back with more so you can stuff your
face all you want then."
Logan only growled and unsheathed his bony claws. Bobby's jocular
garrulity wasn't going to save him now and his egregious name-calling
only made things worse.
Logan was going to obliterate that grin from his obnoxious face and
deal out some harsh castigation. He ran and lunged after him.
"Hey, watch it! You're going to poke someone's eye out with
that." Bobby formed his ice slide and raced out of the kitchen
with Logan close behind him.
"Get back here!"
"Out of the way. Mad dog loose," Bobby shouted. He sledded
past one startled and bemused Dr. McCoy.
"My stars and garters," he cried out as Logan jostled him
to the ground.
"Sorry, Hank," he shouted back. He had to stop Drake before
he go out of the mansion. Once he was outdoors, Logan could forget
about getting his cereal back. Iceman's ice slide would take far out
of his reach. That left Logan only one tactical option: cut off his
Distracting Bobby with a tossed houseplant, he raced past him to
the main door and stood his ground. Still moving at a high speed,
Bobby couldn't alter his course fast enough to avoid the on-coming
collision. Logan timed his speed and made a leap after him.
Unfortunately for him, Bobby was more adept than Logan imagined him
to be. He successfully jumped out of the way as Logan was about to
grab him and he managed to do that without spilling any of the cereal.
As for Logan, he sailed right pass him and crashed into the stair
Bobby winced as he surveyed the damage. "Aah. That's gotta hurt."
Logan lifted his head and found Bobby grinning. That only worsened
his implacable temper. "Why you little--" He got up from
the wreckage and charged after him with hands out ready to strangle
"Yikes!" he yelped and created another ice slide.
The chase went on for another fifteen minutes. With Bobby's illimitable
supply of ice and Logan's healing factor, they covered nearly every
area of their capacious home. In that amount of time, they ran into
two of the team's neophytes and escaped unharmed from the third. Well,
almost unharmed. The third was Marrow. They also managed to knock
down three chairs, one bookcase, two doors, and smashed one coffee
The coffee table Logan didn't feel too bad for. It was the ugliest
piece of furniture he'd ever seen. What was Warren thinking when he
It wasn't until they reached the upper levels of the mansion, toward
the attic, that their chase came to an end.
"By the Goddess. What is going on here?"
"Uh oh. Mommy caught us." Bobby made an abrupt stop, sending
Logan crashing into him.
Ororo only frowned and folded her arms. She did not look pleased.
Even worse, she started tapping her foot. "I expected better
behavior from the two of you. Not this." She turned her head
toward the catastrophe they created. Pools of water were gradually
forming from the melting ice and broken furniture laid scattered across
the hallway. Logan could imagine her calculating the costs in her
head. Their destructive act coupled with their impecunious situation
made a bad combination.
Her eyes narrowed and she spoke slowly, "I do not care who started
it, nor do I want to hear reasons behind it. I want the both of you
to clean up your mess, immediately. Do I make myself clear on this
Logan had to accede to Ororo and muttered a sorry. He was obligated
to show deference to his long time friend. Bobby also apologized while
he held the cereal bowl triumphantly in his hand like a prize.
"Uh, Storm. Could it wait until after breakfast? I want some
milk for my cereal," Bobby asked as he glanced over to
Logan. He even stuck out his tongue at him. He smirked. He's got him
this time and he could finally wipe off that silly grin. "Don't
bother, bub. There ain't any milk. Yer jus' gonna have ta eat it dry."
"What? You mean I went through all that and there's no milk?"
Bobby cried unhappily. "There is no justice in this world."
"Maybe not for you," he chuckled. "Maybe not for you."
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