Day Two

Jubilee opened the cupboard above the desk in the kitchen.  She frowned, looked over her shoulder at Wolverine and Gambit.  "Why do we have, like, eight bottles of Midol in here?"

Both men tensed.

Wolverine answered.  "Has that been there, Darlin'?"

"Well, yeah, duh," she gave him a funny look, "this is where we keep it, right where everyone can find it and no one can say someone stole theirs."

"Um...P'tite?" Remy took a step forward, cringing in anticipation of a monster mood swing.

"Yeah?" She popped open one bottle, shaking out two pills.

"You spend all day searchin' for de Midol and makin' us buy some and it's dere de whole time?"

Jubilee laughed.  "I did not make you!"  She shut the cupboard and swallowed the pills with a drink of soda.  "Like I threatened you with bodily harm if you didn't buy some?  Uh-huh.  Good one, Remy.  That's funny, 'cause you're both, like, bigger than I am an' all." She shook her head.  "Now that's funny."

"Are you...okay today?" Logan glanced at Remy, who shrugged.

"I'm fine, why?"

From the pantry came a wail, then a crash, and the bathroom scale slid in pieces across the kitchen floor.

"How can Ah have gained ten pounds in a day?!"

Jean walked in.  "I don't know which one of you guys cleaned, but thank-you for being such a dear.  I really appreciate it."

Storm followed her.  "I am so rested today; it's amazing what a good night's sleep will do for you!  Does anyone want to hit the mall for some shopping?"

Jubilee nodded.  "Sure.  I gotta return a c.d. anyway."  She smiled at Wolverine.  "I know you meant well, Wolvie, but please don't buy any c.d.s for me unless I ask for them.  It was a nice thought, but I really despise U2.  Their songs all have this insanely annoying sound to them."

Scott and Bobby eased past the women and made a beeline for the calendar on the wall.  Scott circled the day before with red pen, then counted twenty-eight days, flipping the calendar to the next month.  "Logan, Remy...fishing trip, just us guys, one week starting the tenth next month.  We'll leave the ninth."

They nodded.

 

"Definitely."

The women all looked at each other and shrugged as the men heaved a collective sigh of relief.

Jubilee summed up the situation with one word: "What-ever."  She moved towards Jean and Storm, picking up the c.d. and receipt from the table. "Jeez, you guys are all, like, so weird sometimes.  You freak out over the strangest little inconsequential things."

The three women left.

Scott, Bobby, Wolverine and Remy grinned.  They'd survived another month.

"Damn we're good."  Scott remarked.

"We're the best at what we do..." Logan began.

"And what we do ain't pretty."  The others finished with him.

"Piece of cake."  Logan added.

"I wasn't scared," Bobby said, "I've survived worse."

"Dat wasn't so bad." Remy leaned against the island.

Scott grabbed him as it moved.  "Haven't had a chance to fix that yet, Remy."

From the pantry, Rogue's voice came loud and clear."Dammit, who ate all the salt n' vinegar chips, and where's the Midol?  Ah need Midol?"

All eyes fell on the splintered metal scale before they made a mad scramble for the door, faces set in comical expressions of horror.  Bobby and Scott tried to leave at the same time and were stuck for several terrifying seconds before Remy and Logan pulled them loose.

"Remy?"

Silence.

"Scott?"

Silence.

"Bobby?"

Rogue peered from the pantry. 

"Logan?"

The kitchen was deserted, the back door standing open.  She moved to the bottle of Midol Jubilee had left out, took two pills, then surveyed the empty room with a mischievous grin.

Blessed silence in the whole mansion.

What's a gal to do?

"Ah knew they were all lily-livered chickens."

She laughed huskily, picked up the latest issue of Cosmopolitan from the counter and headed for the Jacuzzi.

As long as everyone was gone....

THE END