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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 note: All book mentioned in this chapter are real and available for purchase at any bookstore.
One Week Later:
Rogue returned from having lunch at the Salad Bar with Jubilee and Kitty to find the bathroom of their suite looking like a small thermonuclear device had recently been detonated in the vicinity. There was a gaping hole where the bathtub used to be and a small cloud of white chalky matter had deposited a fine layer of dust onto every visible surface.

"You shouldn't be breathing that in, Marie," Logan's voice announced behind her.

"Logan. What the hell is going on in here? Are we testing a new weapon or something?" Rogue asked, stepping out of the disaster zone that had once been called their bathroom.

"Just doing a little remodeling," Logan answered matter-of-factly.

Just then a burly workman brushed by Rogue, went into the bathroom and came out again a moment later with the toilet in his arms.

"What was wrong with the toilet?" Rogue asked perplexed.

"Since we were replacing the tub, figured we might as well get all new stuff."

"And why exactly are we getting all new stuff? The bathroom was fine just the way it was."

"The tub wasn't a Jacuzzi tub, though," Logan stated.

Rogue had a look on her face like Logan had completely lost his mind. So he decided to explain.

"Look, I read in this book that it's dangerous for pregnant women to sit in hot tubs. Something about the water being too hot. But a Jacuzzi bathtub has similar whirly jet thingys, but the temp never gets as high as in a standard hot tub. And I just thought it would be nice for you to be able to relax in a whirly bathtub."

Rogue's heart melted. "Oh, Logan that's just the sweetest thing. Yer so good ta me."

"Anything for my number one gal," Logan said as he gathered her into his arms and kissed her tenderly.

Logan then explained that the major construction work should be done in a few days and then the painting could be done and voila - new bathroom.

"And what are we supposed ta do fer a bathroom meanwhile?" Rogue inquired.

"I've got that all planned, my little vixen," Logan said with a smirk, as he held up what appeared to be a hotel key. "You're cordially invited to be my guest at the elegant and luxurious Peninsula Hotel in New York City. I've even arranged a day of pampering for you at the hotel's spa."

"Wow, yer really racking up the brownie points here, sugar. How ever will ah repay ya?" Rogue said cheekily.

"Hmmm, I'm sure I can think of a way," Logan replied, winking at her seductively.

~*~*~*

Logan and Rogue happily christened the new Jacuzzi tub the night they returned from New York. The next morning as Rogue, Jubilee and Kitty were in the main living room watching "The View", Jubilee informed Rogue that it had been very quiet for the past week without the sounds of Logan and Rogue's noisy *activities* reverberating throughout the mansion. When Rogue inquired if everyone could really hear them, Jubilee and Kitty both shouted, "Yes" in unison. Rogue just blushed fiercely and then dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Scott, who had been sitting quietly in one of the overstuffed chairs, looked up from his book and asked what was so funny, garnering another outburst of snickering.

"Oh, nothing," snickered Jubilee.

"Whatcha reading, Scott?" Kitty asked, changing the subject.

Scott held up the book for them to see - "My Guys Can Swim! The Official Guy's Guide To Pregnancy."

Suddenly it occurred to Rogue that she still hadn't been including Scott in most aspects of this pregnancy. It was Logan who was driving into Salem Center and slipping into the Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream store five minutes before they closed, because she just couldn't live through the night without their chocolate peanut-butter ice cream, it was Logan who was giving her tummy massages and 'talking' to the baby every night before they went to sleep and it was Logan who was reading aloud passages from "What To Expect When You're Expecting" and "What To Eat When You're Expecting".

Rogue turned to Jubilee and Kitty. "Guys, ah need ta talk ta Scott.......alone."

"Sure, chica. No problemo. Come on Kit Kat, let's go."

Kitty and Jubilee quickly scampered out of the room, leaving Rogue and Scott alone. There was an awkward moment of silence and then Scott spoke first.

"I noticed on the calendar on the fridge that your second sonogram is scheduled for tomorrow. I'm still going with you, right? Just the two of us this time?" Scott asked hesitantly.

"Uh. Yeah sure. That's what ah promised and ah keep mah word." Damn! She *had* forgotten that she'd promised him that it would just be the two of them - no Logan.

Just then Rogue looked down and noticed a small pile of books that included such titles as "The Expectant Father", "The Miraculous World Of The Unborn Baby", and "How Men Have Babies: The Pregnant Father's Survival Guide" and her eyes started to tear up. This was, after all, Scott's baby, too, and she and Logan had been doing a pretty decent job of excluding him so far. The fact that he'd just been quietly keeping himself well informed, while not creating a huge scene, was a testament to the quiet strength that personified the Leader of the X-Men.

Rogue sat on the ottoman in front of him and gently placed her hand on Scott's arm.

"Ah'm sorry if ya've been feeling left outta all this. Ah'll really try ta involve ya more," she said softly.

"I'd really like that. Especially as I'll never get to have the experience with Jean."

"Speaking of Jean, she seems ta go out of her way ta avoid me these days. And ta be honest, ah've really been too selfishly absorbed in mah own life ta pay much attention ta what goes on around me. So how are things between ya two, anyway?"

"Well, apart from the only-talking-to-me-when-she-positively-has-to and the punishing-me-by-withholding-sex - absolutely peachy."

"Oh, Scott, ah'm so sorry," Rogue said apologetically, "Is there something ah can do?"

"You could have hot, passionate, noisy sex with me. I know a motel up the Turnpike with soundproof walls."

Rogue's mouth dropped open before she noticed the corners of Scott's mouth turned up and realized that he was kidding. Rogue smiled and shook her head as Scott broke out into a full-fledged grin.

"Had you going there for a minute, didn't I?"

"Ah thought ya'd lost yer mind there fer a minute. If Logan ever found out ya propositioned me.......well, let's just say, ah hope yer smart enough ta attempt an escape in one of the fast cars."

"Who needs to escape? From who?" Logan asked, entering the room.

"Scott was just suggesting we go ta a motel fer an afternoon of uninhibited sex. Providing, of course, we could ditch ya and Jean."

Logan was across the room with lightening speed and had Scott yanked out of his chair, lifted off the ground by the front of his shirt and currently with a single claw to his throat.

"LOGAN!" Rogue shouted, "Ah was just kidding. Put Scott down......now!"

Logan growled loudly at Scott, retracted the claw and dropped him to the ground with a ceremonious thud.

As Scott got back up onto his feet, he yelled at Logan. "You fucking, knuckle-dragging Neanderthal. You've been back in civilization long enough to have learned some God damn fucking manners."

"Oh, excuse me all to hell, Miss Emily Fucking Post, I musta been home sick the day you taught that class," Logan retorted.

"Half-wit in-breed. I'll bet your parents were probably brother and sister."

"You're so stiff and wooden your father was probably Pinocchio."

"At least I'm not a bad-tempered animal disguised as a human with bad taste in clothing."

"Well, at least I don't need a stick of dynamite up my ass to dislodge the pole rammed up there."

Just then Jean entered the room having heard the commotion all the way in the kitchen.

"Why don't you two both just unzip, whip 'em out, let us measure 'em and get this over with once and for all?" Jean snapped.

Both men just stood there staring at her.

"You two have been at each other's throats since the day you met, and quite frankly, we're all sick to God of it. Now either have a measuring contest and settle this or shut the fuck up."

Jean noticed Rogue snickering off to one side and turned sharply to her.

"You think this is funny? Are you flattered that you've caused even more problems between them? Does this give you a thrill, a boost to your ego, to have these two morons fighting over you?"

"JEAN!" Logan and Scott shouted in unison.

"Well, now, look at that. They're both rushing to defend you. It seems they have found a reason to cooperate with each. How positively sickening."

With that, Jean turned on her heels and stomped out of the room.

Logan turned to Scott. "Shit, what crawled up her ass and died?"

"Ha! That was calm for her," Scott said.

"Fucking hell. And you put up with that shit? Why?" Logan asked.

"Because my life is already a big enough mess without the added complication of attempting a new relationship at this point," Scott answered wearily.

"That don't mean ya have to settle for staying with a bitch. Christ, Scott, if I were you, I'd rather be on my own and masturbating than risking frostbite sticking my dick in the Ice Queen."

Scott broke out laughing at that comment. "Ice Queen. That's a good one. It's true, she does tend to lower the temperature of a room when she enters."

By this time Logan and Rogue were also laughing. At least the tension from moments earlier between the two men had dissipated. Little did Jean realize how she'd contributed to the diffusion of the volatile situation. The peace, however, was not about to last.

Logan slapped Scott on the back. "Ah, you're still a dick, Scooter," he joked.

"Well, at least I can walk up-right convincingly," Scott half-joked back.

"That's just 'cause of the pole up your ass."

Rogue stepped between the two men. "Okay, okay. Let's not go there... again," she warned, "Now shake hands and make nice."

Both men just stood there immobile, neither moving a muscle, neither wanting to make the first move.

"Nobody is leaving this room 'til ya make a gesture ta each other," Rogue announced.

Logan unsheathed a claw and gave Scott the 'finger'.

"How's that? Does that count?" he asked Rogue with mock innocence.

"Logan!"

"What? It was a gesture," he replied mischievously.

Behind Rogue's back Scott stuck his tongue out at Logan.

"Hey! He just stuck his tongue out at me!" Logan whined, pointing at Scott.

Rogue turned to look at Scott, who feigned innocence. She just rolled her eyes at the childish behavior of two supposedly grown men.

"Fine. Maybe ah should just lock the two of ya in here and let ya fight it out. The one left standing gets ta be the daddy ta this poor little baby ah'm carrying."

"No point in wrecking the living room, but I wouldn't mind giving the Danger Room a workout. Ya think ya could handle a little one-on-one in there, Cyclops?"

"I'm ready to kick your ass any time, Wolverine."

"You do realize that I'm talking about just the two of us? You can't bring any friends."

"Oh well, I guess I'll just have to tell my grandma that she'll have to wait until the next time."

"Your grandma probably has a better shot at kicking my ass than you do."

"Okay, you two, while yer kicking the crap outta each other, ah'm going shopping. On mah way out ah'll call Hank and tell him ta have the medlab ready fer a couple of macho boneheads."

"Forget the medlab. Tell Hank to have a body bag ready, 'cause Quasimodo here is going down," Scott said.

"In your dreams, pansy," Logan replied.

"Let's go then, cretin."

Both men stomped out of the living room and headed off to the Danger Room to inflict as much damage as possible on each other. Rogue went to find Jubilee and Kitty to go to the mall, but not before letting Hank know that he was about to get a couple of idiot patients.
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