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One-Way Ticket On A Runaway Train	By : Karen Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Marie Views: 16062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s notes:
Information on Hawaii obtained from: http://www.gohawaii.com/hokeo/wedding/license.html

http://www.kauaivisitorsbureau.com/speakhawaiian/speakhawaiian2.htm

http://www.hanaleibaykauai.com/

The next
morning, the Professor, Hank, Ororo and Jubilee arrived in Kauai for the
wedding. Logan and Rogue went to the marriage license agency to pick up their
wedding license, with Logan able to provide a last name for the legal paperwork
thanks to a driver�s license procured by the Professor. Rogue let out a giggle
when Logan listed his parent�s name as Jonathan and Martha and his place of
birth as Smallville, Kansas, because the license office clerk didn�t catch the
Superman joke. With no waiting period
required and after paying the $50 fee, the couple were handed the piece of
paper that would allow them to become husband and wife. The clerk wished them
nani keiki (beautiful children) to which Rogue surprised Logan by replying,
mahalo (thank you)

While the girls went shopping later that day,
and Hank was on the phone with Jean checking on things back home, the Professor
met with Logan and Scott to update them on his efforts to locate Sabretooth,
which so far had been futile. His latest news was no better, as Sabretooth
appeared to be keeping a low profile. After much internal debate, the Professor
also shared his suspicions regarding Jean�s actions the night of the attack and
Hank�s assessment of her wound.

�Are you saying
that not only did Jean not doing anything to help the girls, but she actually
went as far as to injure herself to cover it up?� Scott asked, completely
stunned and obviously not what he�d even suspected.

�Of course,
without proof, it�s merely speculation at this point,� the Professor answered.

�So we get
proof,� Logan snapped. Why did these people always overlook the obvious?

�Logan, it�s not
that simple. I even went so far as to unethically attempt to probe Jean�s mind,
but as I anticipated, she�s shielding me. While that in of itself demonstrates
guilt, it�s not the solid proof I need.�

�You people
don�t know how to conduct an interrogation. Maybe I should take a stab at it,�
Logan suggested.

�What are you
gonna do, fuck the information out of her?� Scott sneered.

�I was talking
about putting her on the receiving end of one of my claws to see if that would
loosen her lips.�

�Gentlemen, and
apparently I�m using the term loosely, let�s not get sidetracked. So, before
this dissolves into yet another fist fight, let�s get back to the subject at
hand � how to deal with Jean,� the Professor suggested.

�If Jean�s
shielding you, what about attempting to find out what happened from Rogue?
Couldn�t you probe her memories?� Scott asked, attempting to stay calm in light
of the Professor�s revelations.

�Yes, I�d given
that consideration, but the therapist feels that Rogue�s blocking out the
events of that night for a reason. If I go poking around in her memories, it
will bring them from the sub-conscious level to the conscious level causing
untold complications. The therapist also believes that eventually the memories
will start to surface on their own, when Rogue�s ready to face them. I�m sure
nobody wants to force Rogue to confront such an obviously traumatic experience
before she�s actually ready.�

�So if you can�t
dig around in either of their heads and you won�t let me use prisoner-of-war
interrogation tactics on Jean, what do you recommend?�

�I honestly
don�t know,� the Professor admitted.

�If Jean stood
by and did nothing, then she must be made to pay,� Scott said, the anger rising
in him.

�Well, I say we
knock her off and hide the body from the authorities,� Logan suggested.

�I don�t find
the humor in that remark, Logan,� the Professor remarked.

�Who said I was
kidding? Seriously, Chuck, who would miss her?� Logan replied.

�While I
normally don�t agree with Logan�s claw-�em-first-ask-questions-later way of
doing things, I�m tempted to cut the brake line on her car myself,� Scott
added.

�Until we have
concrete proof, we can�t even make accusations,� the Professor warned.

�I didn�t think
the woman I once loved was capable of doing anything that cruel. If she did,
then she�s just as guilty as Sabretooth and will be dealt with in the same
manner.�

�I certainly
can�t sit back and allow you to hurt Jean.�

�We�re not
expecting you to watch, Chuck. Just let us deal with her � our way.�

�What makes you
think that I�d ever let you physically harm Jean?� he reiterated.

�I�d like to see
you try and stop us,� Scott challenged.

�Scott, this
isn�t the way to handle things. You�ve always been so levelheaded before. One
of the things I�ve always admired about you. Please, don�t lose that quality
now.�

�If Jean had
anything to do with the end results of that night, she�ll get no mercy from me.
Kick me off the team if you want, but I won�t allow her to get away with what
she did,� Scott said through clenched teeth.

�Scott, I can�t
believe you�re standing before me talking like that.�

�Yeah, well it
wasn�t your child that died before he had a chance to live. I know Jean turned
into a raving bitch, but I didn�t think she hated me so much that she let that
lunatic kill my son. I wanna rip her fucking heart out and if that shocks you,
tough shit,� Scott snapped and stalked out of the kitchen.

�Look, I also
have better things to do than sit around bumping my head against the fucking
wall while you fart around, Chuck. Why don�t you get back to us when you either
have this so called �concrete proof� or when you�re ready to let me beat the
truth out of her,� Logan growled and stomped out, too.

~*~*~*

�So, are you
ready for your bachelor party tonight,� Scott asked later when the two were
sitting out by the pool waiting for the women to get back.

�Bachelor party?
You�re really gonna throw me a bachelor party?�

�Well, I�m
taking the four of us to a strip club, so yeah, kinda a bachelor party.�

�Four? You�re
actually gonna take Chuck to a strip club?�

�Sure, why not?�

Logan reached
behind him to his back pocket, took out his wallet and peeled off a hundred
dollar bill.

�Make sure Chuck
has a real good time �.. on me.�

�Christ, Logan,
I�m gonna have enough to do just trying to keep you out of trouble.�

�Hey, Scooter,
do me a favor, okay?�

�What?�

�Before we go
out tonight, take the pole outta your ass and leave it here.�

Later that
night:

�You get the
girls settled in okay over at the hotel?� Logan asked Scott.

�Yeah, they�re
fine. That Hanalei Bay Resort sure is a beautiful place. The girl�s suite has
three bedrooms.�

�It better be
nice for $725 a night,� Logan replied.

�Are we ready to
embark on our little adventure?� Hank asked excitedly.

�Hank, you
*have* been to a strip joint before, haven�t you?� Logan asked as he unlocked
the car doors.

�Well,��not
exactly,� Hank admitted sheepishly.

�Oh, Hankster,
are you in for a good time,� Logan chuckled.

�Logan, I have
seen women naked before.�

�Yeah, but did
any of �em jiggle their �goodies� in your face?�

�Why, Hank, I
think you�re actually blushing under all that blue fur,� Scott remarked.

Just then the
Professor wheeled up to the car. He was actually dressed in casual attire
instead of his usual suit. Scott helped him into the back seat, while Logan
folded the portable wheelchair and put it in the trunk.

�So, Chuck,
ready to be a bad boy tonight?� Logan asked as he slid into the driver�s seat
and gave Scott a conspiratorial wink.

�Logan, you may
be surprised to find out that I�m not quite the �stuffed shirt� you seem to
think I am,� the Professor responded.

�Well, okay
then, Chuckie,� Logan replied, �You got protection, in case you get lucky?� He
added with a snort, making even Scott have to suppress a laugh.

�Just go right
ahead and laugh you two. At least if you�re both laughing at the same thing
you�re not trying to kill each other.�

�I have a
inclination that this evening�s excursion is going to be very enlightening,�
Hank noted.

When they
arrived at the Eye Candy Store Scott paid the cover charge and then with a
smirk, admonished Hank and the Professor not to let their eyes fall out of
their heads.

�Honestly,
Scott��.� Hank started to say, when a scantily clad blonde shimmied past him
and left him standing there with his mouth hanging open.

Logan just
chuckled and shook his head. �Yeah, this is gonna be fun.�

They seated
themselves at a table next to the stage and Logan ordered the first round of
drinks from a waitress wearing only a G-string and a skimpy tank top that ended
just under her breasts.

�That�ll be
fifteen dollars, gentleman,� the comely waitress said when she returned and set
their drinks down.

�Here, the first
round�s on me,� Logan said, then tucking a twenty-dollar bill into the
waitress�s G-string told her, �Keep the change, darlin�.�

�Thanks,
handsome. You gentlemen need anything else, my name�s Fawn.�

�So, Hank, how�d
you like to be her buck?� Scott leaned over and asked.

Hank just gulped
his beer silently.

A succession of
strippers paraded out, with the Professor ending up with one of the dancer�s
feather boa�s wrapped around his neck, while Hank had the G-string of another�s
stuffed into his shirt pocket. Three of the table�s four occupants were three
sheets to the wind, while Logan remained frustratingly sober. Scott waved a
fifty-dollar bill at one buxom blonde and she came over and gave the groom a
lap dance to the tune of �Pour Some Sugar On Me� by Def Leppard.

Pour some sugar on me

Ooh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

Oh, I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet yeah

When the quartet
finally stumbled out of the club at one in the morning, the Professor was still
wearing the boa.

Upon returning
to the beach house and making sure the Professor and Hank had found their way
to their rooms, Scott went down to the kitchen and scooped the car keys off the
counter.

�Where the hell
are you going at this time of night?� Logan asked as he pulled a beer out of
the fridge.

�Thought I�d go
over to the hotel and be with Kitty.�

�You horny
little rabbit. Can�t stay away from her for even one night?� Logan smirked,
then seeing the big grin on Scott�s face and realizing he was determined to go,
added, �Look, you�re in no condition to operate heavy machinery. Gimme the
keys, I�ll drive you over.�

�Wow, you�d do
that for me? Gee, Logan, you�re a real pal,� Scott said, slightly tipsy and
slapping Logan on the back.

�Well, never let
it be said that I stood in the way of true love��or in your case, horniness.�

�Hey, you act
like we�re always at it,� Scott slurred slightly in mock indignation.

�Well, aren�t
you?�

�Of course not,�
Scott said and then hiccupped.

�Oh yeah? Then
how come Chuck has to practically drag your sorry ass outta bed to go on
missions?�

�First off,
we�re no worse than you and Rogue. Or should I say Marie, the name you yell out
when you�re being �happy�. Newsflash � your room ain�t any more soundproof than
ours. And second, we are *not* always in bed. Sometimes it�s in the shower, or
the back seat of the Jag, or the table in the conference room, or the kitchen
counter or��..� Scott said, checking off a �list� on his fingers.

�Whoa, let�s
just file that under way too much information,� Logan interrupted him, holding
up his hands in a �stop� motion.

�Are we there
yet?� Scott asked, leaning on the counter and swaying.

�No, Scooter,
we�re still in the kitchen at the beach house. You sure you can pay her a visit
without �..disappointing her?� Logan asked as he steered Scott out of the house
and toward the car.

�As soon as
everything stops spinning, I�ll be fine.�

On the way to
the hotel, Scott expounded on the benefits of honey and let slip something else
that Logan decided to file away in case he ever needed it.

When they
arrived at the hotel, Jubilee got bumped from the room she was sharing with
Kitty and had to bunk in Rogue�s room. With a mischievous wink, Logan asked
Rogue to walk him down to the car. She returned an hour later with a satisfied
smile, her hair disarrayed and her clothes askew. Ignoring the moaning coming
out of Kitty�s bedroom, Rogue went into her room, climbed into bed and
immediately fell asleep.
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