FIC: The Substitute 1/?
- Hey ya'll. My name is Autumn and this is my first X-Men fanfic. Be
gentel! Feedback is much appreciated!
Disclaimer: If I owned them..... Logan and Rogue would be
together, Storm would have a bigger movie part, and Beast would have
been in the movie.
Summary: Can't do it, you must read!
Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Cyclops' days were numbered. The minute he got over his pneumonia he
was going to have nine inches of ademantium shoved through his
chest. It was all his damn fault. The more paranoid side of the
Wolverine just knew that Summers had gotten sick purposely to make
Logan face his worst fear: teaching freakin' (no pun intended) high
schoolers. He dropped his head into his hands and thought about how
he, the mighty Wolverine had been reduced to this.....
Logan had been blissfully sleeping, and in the middle of his
latest fantasy starring Marie. She had been under him whimpering and
moaning while he groaned and strained above her. Just as they were
getting to the REALLY good stuff, he heard <Logan, please come to my
office immediately. > resonate in his head.
Logan growled loudly and muttering every curse word he knew
and then some, threw off the covers and stalked into the bathroom.
He stepped into the shower to relieve his "little, (er, to be more
accurate LARGE) problem" that his Marie-fantasizing had caused him.
20 Minutes later a quite testy Wolverine stocked into the Professor's
office to be greeted by Jean, Hank, Orono, and Charles. He noticed
immediately that Scooter was missing. Logan was not a morning
person by any means, and was gonna make damn sure Charles knew how
much he loathed the teltpath's early wake-up call. He dropped into
the chair in front of Chuck's desk, glared, and opened his
mouth "What the hell's going on."
The professor was quite accustomed to the burly man's disposition,
and was not phased at all. "Good morning Logan, I trust you slept
well?" he inquired with a glint in his eyes. Logan almost panicked,
and was about to jump on Charles and show him the what-for for
intruding in his mind. But at the last second he realized that
anything Charles saw was inadvertent, and so he settled for scowling
"Look Wheeles, I didn't come in here expecting to talk about my
sleeping habits, so if you have something to ask me, then damn it
just do it."
"All right Logan. We need you to feel in for Scott's classes today,
and perhaps for the rest of the week."
"You don't actually expect me to teach, do you?" Logan asked with an
incredulous expression on his face.
"Logan" Jean broke in, "Scott has come down with a very acute case of
pneumonia, and he's going to be out for awhile."
"Do I look like a fuckin' school marm?! Why the hell don't one of
you do it?" Logan shot back.
"I assure you, my friend. If one of us educators were available to
take on Scott's class load, we would happily do it. But alas, all of
us are unfortunately occupied when his classes are in session" Hank
Logan thought it over, how could teaching a few classes be that
terrible? Besides, he thought to himself, he could have a perfect
excuse to be with Marie for an extra hour, which made for a lot of
midnight fun. "All right, fine, I'll do it. When do I have to baby-
sit for Scooter?"
Charles pursed his lips before he said, "It's hardly babysitting
Logan, you'll be working with the oldest class. English IV, and
Health. Classes start at 8 AM. "
Logan stormed out of the office, and went straight too Scott's
classroom. He knew that the anal retentive man would probably have
all of his lesson plans laid out for the next 17 years, so at least
he didn't have too come up with anything himself.
English Lit. Room
He heard them long before he laid eyes on them. He silently
wondered if he could still weasel out of this by "accidentally diving
out of the windows." Her scent stopped his thought train entirely.
Rogue strode into the room chatting with a girl dressed in entirely
too much yellow, hips swaying casually, and dressed too kill. He
took in her tight black pants, and green low cut blouse and nearly
had a heart attack. He didn't want to openly leer at her in front
of her classmates so he cleared his through and averted his eyes.
At hearing the noise Rogue picked her head up and spotted a
Logan. "Logan, what are you doing in here Shuga?" Her hand clamped
over her mouth and her face grew pink at the faux pause. Logan let a
ghost of a smile cross his face at the endearment before turning back
to badass Wolverine. "I'm filling in for Cyke today, the pansy's in
bed with a little cold." He replied.
"This from the man, who's never, had a runny nose?" she said
in a sassy tone. He was about to reply when he was interrupted from
a loud bell. Rogue took her seat, and for the first time Logan
realized he had not a frikkin' clue as to what he was suposed too
do. He walked around Scooter's immaculate desk "accidentally"
knocking over the neat little jar of paper clips in the process, and
picked up the lesson planner.
By this time the kids had all noticed that instead of the fearless
leader, the big bad Wolverine was in their presence. Logan noticed
that little shit Drake staring at*his* Marie, and it pissed him off
royally. Deciding to show exactly who the bigger man was, Logan
addressed the kid. "Hey Drake, what the hell are you staring at?"
Iceman froze (not literally) for a second, then sucked it up "Uh,
nothing sir" he said, and managed to be fairly convincing. Logan
didn't buy it. "Well, next time you stare at *nothing, I'm gonna
personally make sure, that you will never- <Logan, getting in a
pissing match with a teenager is not helping anyone> Jean chastised
him. Logan sighed and got back to the task at hand. He picked up
the assignment book and spoke: "Alright, says here you're sposed' to
read chapters 7-10, `cept Drake who's to finish the book by
"What?!" cried an indignant Bobby. Logan put on his best I'm-
whitnesses look, and addressed the young boy "Do you have a problem
Drake?" Rogue, nudged Icy-pop, and shot him a if-you-value-your-life-
you-will-shut-up-now look. Bobby got it, and shut his trap. Rogue
twisted back around in her seat and threw Logan a playful look. Oh
shit, he thought. "Logan, shugar, don't ya think yar bein' a bit
unfair to Bobby here?"
He had every intention of saying "no, not at all the only reason I'm
not killing the bastard right now if because you're here." Instead he
cocked a brow and tilted his head at her, "What do you suggest
darlin?" Rogue met his gaze steadily and said "Well I agree he
should be punished, starin' is rude, but I think assignin' the poor
boy 15 chapters is a little excessive." Logan shook his head and
laughed to himself, damn he loved it when his girl was sassy. "Fine,
how about 7 then?" he asked. "Fine." She replied and the matter was
settled. The class was in awe. Nobody talked to the Wolverine like
that and got away with it, well nobody except Rogue.
Logan needed to assert his badass reputation again and growled "Get
to your damn books already!" The kids snapped out of it, and pulled
their books out to read. Logan hopped onto Cyke's desk and pulled a
cigar from his pocket. He was set too light it, but a look from
Rogue made him shove it back into his pocket. Damn, he was getting
soft. The bell mercifully rang, and the students practically bolted
out of the door. Except for Rogue who took her sweet time sauntering
past. She looked so good to him, and he had to remind himself of why
he yelled at that little shit earlier.
"Bye Logan, see ya later." She called before exiting. He chuckled
and flipped the assignment book open to the neatly tabbed "health"
section. He froze when he saw the neatly penciled in assignment: Sex
Education: Lesson One...........................................
TO BE CONTINUED