Logan's Magnetic Personality - Part Three

by Khaki, Loki, and Lovecraft


Logan blinked.

Rogue blinked.

Ororo's lips formed a silent 'O'.

Jean reached up and carefully pried the earrings out of Jubilee's ears.

Jubilee sighed with relief and let go of Logan. She promptly fell on her well-padded tush and began undoing her laces. Noticing the cat stuck to Logan's bloody leg, she pulled off its collar.

It too sighed with relief and released its bladder on Logan's leather manly-men boots. Fluffy was quite angry about its unexpected stroll out into the woods, and it was even more angry about the animal marking it. It hissed a "Don't you know a fine pedigree cat (when you're leaking) when you see one? My poor fur!" Glaring balefully, Fluffy padded into the house to clean itself.

Jubilee finished getting her skates off, but she was having a hard time prying them off of Logan's shin. "Dude, ya really pissed poor Fluffy off. She's usually sweet as can be."

Logan started turning various shades of purple.

"Jubilee, what have we told you about using language like that?" Ororo was watching the young Asian girl sternly.

"Never in the house?" Jubilee snickered quietly when she quoted Claudia from 'Interview With A Vampire'.

Jean cautiously approached the raging man before her. His uniform was ripped along the zipper line down to the waist, and even though his leg was healing, the pants were shredded to the knee. He looked ridiculous, and he knew it.

His emotions weren't in a much better state than his uniform. Even through her mental shields, she could feel the anger and frustration pouring off him in waves. He was standing there, fuming, as Jubilee tried to tug her roller blades away from his feet and keep clear of Fluffy's gift that was dripping down his leg.

She had to get him down to the med lab, but there was so much metal on the way there and in there. She had to calm him down first. Right now, he was a step away from cracking.

"Hey there, Wolverine," a familiar voice came from the doorway. It was Scott and he was wearing his nighttime glasses, the ones with the band around his head that kept them in place. "I've heard some of the students say you were *attractive*, but this is ridiculous."

"Say that to my face, and I'll show you what's ridiculous... %#@%%?$#@... glasses up your %$#%#!!!"

Scott grinned, he really enjoyed Logan being miserable. And if he could help it, the Canadian would stay that way for a while. Sadly, the professor had contacted an associate of his and learned of a way to reverse the magnetism in Logan's body, changing him back to normal. Scott was thus sent to spread the news.

"I'm not going back in there," stated Logan. Despite everyone's efforts, they surely hadn't removed all the metallic objects from his path. And since that Scooter-Boy was around, and seeing, there was no chance in the world Logan would subject himself to the dishonorable unsteady walk he was forced to adopt in the metal-covered basement.

"Actually, you don't have to." Then Scott explained the procedure, unable to stop a grin from growing on his face.

By the end of the explanation, Logan's face was livid. Jean's and Rogue's were a pale, snowy-white color. Ororo's face was showing signs of disbelief, and Jubilee couldn't refrain from grinning.

"I'm sure it won't hurt you," mischieviously added Scott. He was really enjoying himself. He patted the hidden camera in his back pocket. This was going to be memorable.

"This procedure is quite... quite..." started Jean Grey.

"Unorthodox." suggested Ororo.

"Dangerous." commented Rogue.

"Something I'd pay to watch!" giggled Jubilee.

**********

"Are you ready, Logan?" asked Jean from the porch of the mansion.

"..."

"What? I can't hear you." shouted Jean.

"Yeah. I'm ready! Damnit, do it now!"

Jean turned to Ororo, standing in the driveway at a safe distance from Logan. "Storm, all set?"

"Yes, Jean. But I still maintain that this might not be the best way to..."

"Of course, it is Storm. You know we have no other choice." shouted Scott, way too happy at the scene before him and the upcoming events.

Scott stood by Logan, looking at him from head to toe.

"Perfect." he commented, knowingly.

"I'll kill you..." grunted Logan between clenched teeth.

Scott didn't reply to the threat. "Remember, Logan. It won't hurt you... well, not much anyway... if you keep that rod in your hand. And don't lower it, understood?"

"Grrrr... And what if I burst into pieces?"

"Why do you think we're doing it outside?" replied Scott, barely able to stop a laugh. Oh… and a nice smile would be perfect. You sure look like Lady Liberty."

Scott then made his retreat to his determined spot behind Logan, readying the camera for the picture he planned to take. He handed it to Jubilee, who Scott had put in charge of this part of the plan. She moved to a better spot to take the picture. She had to time this perfectly so as not to miss it.

So, in the middle of the lawn stood Logan, holding a metallic rod in his right hand over his head, pointed at the sky. A metallic wire ran from the rod to the ground. All that was missing was a source of electricity, which Ororo was to provide.

"Ok, Storm. When you're ready!" shouted Jean.

"This is flamin' ricidulous," groaned Logan.

Storm concentrated. She had to produce a mild storm, providing the least charged lightnings possible. The sky darkened, and finally, the rain started to fall.

"No one said anything about the flamin' rain!" yelled Logan.

Drenched, he waited for the lightning to hit the rod and get rid of this magnetic personality.

Logan stood there in the pouring rain for minutes, wondering what was taking 'Ro so long. He was growling at the spectators to his torture when he noticed that girl, Jubie-something, with a camera.

He'd just taken a step forward after her when the lightning struck.

**********

There was complete and utter blackness around him, no smells, no sounds, just nothingness. He didn't know how long he was trapped there, deprived of all sensations, before he heard the voices.

"Is he ok? Jean?"

"That was so cool. Did you see what happened to that lightning rod? It's stuck through that tree!"

"Shut up, Jubes. Jean? Tell me he's ok."

"He's breathing."

After the sounds came the smells. Jean and Marie's worry, Jubilee's excitement, Cyke's amusement tempered with concern.

'Hey, One-Eye, didn't know you cared.'

Overlaying all the scents was the sickly smell of burnt flesh.

Following the sounds and the smells was the pain. There wasn't an inch of his body that wasn't filled with a bone-deep ache. Groaning, he opened his eyes and tried to sit up.

Everyone was crowded around him, and as he rose, Cyclops' head snapped back and he was thrown to the ground.

"Scott?" Jean asked with worry, turning away from her patient.

"I'm ok, Jean."

"That better've worked," Logan growled, holding his head in his hands. "I ain't doing that again."

"Let's test it," Jean said, taking her engagement ring and holding it in front of Logan's chest. The metal ring flew away from Logan's body back into Cyke's forehead just as he sat up.

"Oh, dear."

"What is it, Jeanie?" Logan said, already knowing it wasn't something he was going to like.

"Well, it did reverse your magnetism. Now, instead of attracting metals, you repel them."


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