Title: The Alphabet Game
Author: Catlin
Email: catlinoconnor@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The X-Men belong to Marvel and Fox.
Summary: Rogue and Jubilee watch Logan. Alphabet fic.
Rating: PG
Notes: All I can do is apologize. *hangs head*


"Are we gonna be in here all day?"

"Blame Mr Summers, Jubes. If he hadn't given us so much homework, we'd be outside right now."

"-'Cause the sun is shining, birds are singing..."

"-Dogs are barking, babies are crying... And if we don't finish this assignment, we're going to fail the class."

"Ease up on the homework deal, Roguey. One little assignment being handed in a teensy bit late doesn't mean he'll-"

"Flunk us? Why, just because we're junior X-Men? C'mon, you know he doesn't treat us any differently than the other students."

"God, it's so unfair! We do all this work we're not supposed to talk about - which should totally be extra credit, by the way - and not only do we not get cut any slack, we don't even get thanked for it."

"Hate to break it to you, Jubes, but that's part of the whole superhero deal. And this is real life, it's not like a movie or anything."

"If this *were* a movie, people would be lining up to, I don't know, shake our hands and offer us endorsements."

"Just my luck, it'd be something I wouldn't *want* to endorse."

"Kinky, you mean?"

"Like... Dominatrix sex toys: 'whip your bad boy into shape'."

"Men all over the world would thank you for introducing a new element to their sex lives."

"Not something I want to think about, but thanks for that fun new mental image.

Oh, and speaking of new... Did you hear about Bobby and Kitty?"

"Please don't tell me they're dating. The two of you broke up not so long ago, and he's already fishing in different waters?"

"Quite a while ago, and it was kind of my decision to break up in the first place. There were reasons that we didn't work out as a couple, but that doesn't mean I don't want him to be, you know, happy."

"Reason no. 1 is stalking around the pool right now in a purple... Speedo?"

"Speedo? No way would Logan be wearing a... Huh. It is *not* a speedo. It's a... It's his..."

"Tighty-whities? Er, purplies? I have to admit, I never imagined Logan would wear those; he always seemed more of a boxers kind of guy."

"Underwear isn't actually something he wears on a, um, what I mean is, he doesn't... Uh..."

"Very succinct. Geez, girl, one look at that bod and your brain completely scrambles."

"Whatever. It's not like you weren't watching, too."

"X-Men need to be observant. And anyway, while *I* was watching Logan, it's not like *he* was watching *me*."

"... You're kidding. Jubilee, tell me you're kidding! He did *not* catch me staring at his, at his-"

"Zucchini? Sorry, no can do, chica. And from the look on his face, I'd say you have a very interesting 'talk' ahead of you."
 

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