FIC: Chicken 2/2 PG
- TITLE: Chicken
DEDICATION: To the Cagers of wxfonline.com
AGE: Nothing wrong with this unless your sensitive to
NOTE: This was orginally written for the Cagers as an
Easter Pressie.. But even though its a tad late for
Easter now...its still kinda cute ;)
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WHAT CAME FIRST, THE CHICKEN OR THE CRUMBED COATING?
Jean started distractedly at yet another breakfast
bagel, wondering why she actually bothered with eating
them, when pyjama clad Marie wandered down into the
kitchen, and yawning, sat down next to her.
The coffee pot floated off the counter and landed next
Mumbling something that sounded like a thanks she
poured a mug full of the dark steaming liquid and
tried to focus on being awake.
Jean in her satin gown started at the bed hair, bowed
head hovering over the coffee cup and decided then
that she was glad to be a morning person�.then gazed
thoughtfully out the kitchen window to appreciate the
Logan streaked past.
�Marie, where�s Logan?�
�Logan. I�m sure I just saw him tear past the window
�You proberly did�
�Ah� Jean got up and walked over to the window hoping
he would tear past again.
The coffee started to wrap its happy hyper tendrils of
caffeine induced wakieness around Marie�s mind,
clarifying her thoughts, and helping her function like
a normal person again, �He�s trying to kill Chickie.�
She added to help clarify his nakedness.
�Ahha�� Jean pressed her nose against the quickly
fogging up glass, trying to see more of the mansions
gardens�.spiky hair flew past the hedgerow which
concealed its owner from her view, �Again?� she asked
�Well, only the second time this week after the
incident with the beer.� She sipped coffee and
wondered why Jean was dribbling hers down the sink.
Jean heard a loud splash from the pool followed by a
howl from what she guessed was a very pissed of Logan.
�I think he just fell in the pool.� Jean moved away
form the window and leaned casual like against the
sink, looked in her cup, blinked, looked in the sink
behind her wondering where it all went.
�Oh.� Marie tried to sound concerned. It was too
early to be concerned.
�Can he swim?�
�I don�t know�
�Well shouldn�t we go and find out?� Jean asked
hopefully, weighing up the naked wet Logan with Soggy
pissed off Logan.
At that precise moment Chickie came running in full
tilt to the kitchen, through the little cat flap that
was installed for Fluffy, St Johns pet Hairless cat,
and flew up onto his mommy�s lap.
Instantly, Maires coffee was forgotten as she snuggled
Ordering Jean to fetch some rum and raisin ice cream
from the freezer, she smoothed his feathers and smiled
a contented smile as Chickie pucked away happily
A spoon full was soon deposited onto the ground where
Chickie hopped down to slurp it up.
Marie�s burst of love for her wattled baby was soon
disrupted, as the kitchen door was slammed open, and a
dripping Logan with a beach towel wrapped around his
waist and a large extended pool net in his hand, came
�Where. Is. He?� He spat out between growls,
Clutching his towel closer when he spied Jeans weird
looks cast in his direction.
�Who?� Marie batted her eyelashes feigning innocence
while shoving Chicke away from his ice cream glop,
towards the other exit, with her foot.
The chicken slurped up the last of his ice cream and
started for the door.
�HIM!!!� Logan roared and sprang, his eyes glinting
and teeth bared, towards the running chicken.
And immediately slipped with all the grace of a sack
of flour on the wet tiles.
Professor Xavier was enjoying a brief moment of quite
in his mansions gardens.
Rolling along the well-tended paved pathways, he spied
Ororo kneeling amongst a newly turned bed, patting in
some marigold seedlings.
He came to a halt beside her and breathed in the
wonderfully fresh air.
�Good morning Ororo. It�s a beautiful day isn�t it�
�Good Morning Professor,� She momentarily broke
concentration on the lighting storm she was generating
on the local golf field and sat up to look her mentor
in the eye, �It�s a most wonderful morning.�
�I see your little helper is also up� The professor
indicated towards the red wattle which was busy
bobbing up and down amongst the petunias.
�Hmmm�he�s eaten most of the gardens pests..A very
welcome addition to my gardening routine.� �Ro
reached over and patted the chickens fluffy behind
towards the professor, so he would stop trying to dig
up last nights �Scott�s meatloaf surprise�
The chicken hopped onto the professor�s chair and
tried to look regal perched on the armrest.
Unsuccessfully trying to detach the chicken and
eventually giving up when chickie landed on the
headrest instead, the Professor bade a good morning to
Ororo and wheeled back inside.
Suddenly, for no apparent reason other than to look
dramatic, Magneto floated out of the sky and hovered
in front of the Professor.
A small scene of Chaos emidetly took place slightly
off to the left of the driveway as the Xmen rushed out
to do battle with Magnetos brotherhood, Logan�s towel
fluttering off as he attacked Sabertooth.
Ororo ran off to join the fray leaving the Professor
to deal with Magneto.
Charles Xavier stared passively at his nemesis, as
Magneto stared back with a puzzled expression.
�Charles, you have a chicken on your chair.�
TEN DAYS LATER AFTER THE XMEN BEAT THE *#!@!*$% OUT
THE BROTHERHOOD AND MAGNETO BROKE A RIB LAUGHING
Logan walked up to his bedroom and once again peeled
off the �This is a smoke free zone� sticker that Bobby
had again pasted upon his door.
Little chicken feet tapped out a clawed tempo on the
wooden floorboards behind him..
Logan roared and spun around to confront his
Chicken stood in his doorway and stared back at him
Surprised Logan froze in mid Rargh and blinked.
�Puck� Said the chicken.
Logan cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at the
chicken that stood before him �Marie?�
�Puck puck pekerk� replied the chicken
�She�s in Danger?�
�My Little Marie�s Stuck in the ravine!� Logan
started to panic
�Puckpuck puck PUCKERK� The Chicken panicked back.
�Go Boy, Go find Marie.� Logan shoved the chicken off
to find his mommy, while the Wolverine followed
MEANWHILE, IN THE RAVINE..
Marie sighed and wiggled her toes, enjoying the
secluded spot from the rest of the Mansions residents.
She had discovered this ravine on a walk last week,
and had finally managed to steal some time away to
suntan, finding a way down the almost sheer slope and
settling on some warm river rock.
Untying her strap and putting her headphones on, she
settled on her tummy and let the warm gentleness of
the sun sooth away all her stress.
Slowly closing her eyes, she drifted of into lazy
sleep, and so totally didn�t see the frantic head
bobbing of her teammates as they saw her sprawled body
at the bottom of a drop.
�MAIRE�. ARE YOU ALL RIGHT�
�MARIE, CAN YOU HEAR US�
�JUST LAY STIL HELP IS ON ITS WAY.�
AFTER A SUTABLE TIME LAPSE HAS OCCURRED IN WICH THE
TEAM SCRAMBLES ITS WAY DOWN AND JEAN SCRAPES HER KNEE
Chicken perched on the river rock and watched as the
Xmen dragged their teammate out the terrifying Ravine
and saved her life.
�BUT I WAS JUST SUNTANNING..HONEST�
�Oh No..looks like we got to her to late Jean, she is
already delusional from the fright of the fall�
Rouge wriggled more, trying to get out of the
concerned grasp of the team and get her bikini top
Jean slapped on a neck brace and tossed her on a
stretcher, which they galloped off with back to the
med bay in the mansion.. Marie�s indignant squeals
carrying on to the distance.
Logan watched with a worrying gaze, but didn�t follow
his distraught charge, instead walked up to the
chicken and cleared his throat.
�I was wrong about you.� He looked around to make
sure no one was watching as chickie tilted his head
and bobbed his comb in response, � If it wasn�t for
you, Marie coulda been stuck down there for ages�. She
might have even..� His voice trailed off, the thought
of what could have happened to dreadful to mention
�No..Don�t try to be modest�well. I just want to say.
I�m sorry I tried to cook you last month.�
Chickie hold his gaze and then hopped off the rock.
Logan didn�t try to stop him as he walked off proudly
into the stunning pink, orange and slightly reddish
sunset with just a hint of cloud wisp.
He knew, that chickie had many more adventures ahead,
but that didn�t stop the tear from rolling down his
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