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Summary: Ororo is hurt after a car accident involving Logan. Remy is pissed. A couple of pairings, but mostly centric on the Ororo/Remy friendship.

Note: Hey all. My first time writing an X-Men fic, hope it's alright. I'm not completely certain of the universe, so if you guys see any wrong facts, please let me know.

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Trouble for a Bottle

Chapter 1: Logan's Rage

Logan slammed his wardrobe door after pulling on a simple tight fitting t-shirt. His annoyance with the world got better of him as he spun round and gave a good, hard punch at the wall. His knuckles stung, and slowly scarlet drops appeared before sliding down his arm. Logan starred dully at his injured hand, watched silently as the torn skin regenerated and healed. He exhaled, rubbing off the blood on his jeans before sitting down on his bed and glancing at the digital clock on his side table.

1402.

Fuck. It was barely past mid day and he already felt like shit. His beard itched and he scratched at it angrily. What to do? There wasn't a single mission in hand, and he was in no mood to kick some ass in the Danger Room. He'd most probably end up damaging everything and would have to hear One Eye's pissy speechifying.

He just sat there for a couple of minutes, closing his eyes, thinking about how screwed up the world was. I need a beer. Deciding to get up and make his way around the mansion towards the kitchen, he thought about the foamy liquid swirling in his mouth as he swallowed, the rich thought instantly calming him. Nothing a cold beer couldn't solve right?

Laughter was in volumes in the kitchen, with the X-Men sitting around the table, sharing stories and jokes after lunch.

''And so, that's when Ah hit him. Hasn' looked back at me since.''

The X-Men laughed again, after hearing Rogue's delightful little story about a dumb boy who tried to take advantage of her when she was younger. Ororo chipped in.

''Well, you were sort of rough on him dear.''

''Nonsense. He was being a major pain in the ass.''

''Ah chere, yo wouldn' hav done 'de same thin' if it were Remy in 'is place eh?''

Rogue rolled her eyes and turn to snarl back at Remy, whose red on black eyes were dancing as he sat back on the chair totally at ease with himself, playing with his cards continuously and slyly looking at Rogue, before Scott cut in.

''Alright guys, that's enough. Me and Jean are gonna be off now.''

''Where ya'll going?''

Jean laughed, looking at Rogue.

''We're just going for a ride around town. It's a beautiful day.''

Rogue made a face.

''Alrigh' alrigh', have fun you guys.''

Jean walked out first and waited outside, while Scott stayed behind to grab his keys and jacket from the opposite stool. He eyed Rogue and Remy before glancing at Ororo.

''Try to keep everything under control 'Ro.''

Ororo smiled and nodded, assuring her leader that everything was going to fine in there. Scott returned her smile before walking out as well.

''Well, just 'de three of us now eh? Wanna see Remy do a card trick?''

Logan walked slowly towards the kitchen, the laughter and noise hitting him even though he was still quite far away. Damn them. He couldn't help but feel jealous, envying all of them for always being able to laugh and let go their emotions so easily. If only he could do the same.

Turning the corner, he caught sight of Scott and Jean, hand in hand walking towards the entrance, no doubt, going out to be alone to enjoy themselves. The scene made his blood boil further. He resisted the urge to sprint up to them and punch Scott in the belly. Pretty sure it wouldn't go down well with him. He waited where he was, his animal lust coming up as he stood there watching Jean's back until they strayed from his line of vision, before entering the kitchen to catch Ororo and Rogue snickering at another one of Gumbo's lame card tricks.

''Ah, 'de big, bad Wolverine is 'ere''.

Logan turned to face Remy, growling.

''Shut up Gumbo. I ain't in the mood for your shit right now.''

He saw Remy still grinning at him, while Rogue kicked his leg under the table. Ororo looked at him.

''What is it, Logan? Anything you want to talk about?''

''No'', he replied in his gruff voice. He knew he was being unfair, knew that he was being rude to Ororo even though she just wanted to help. He was basically, being a downright ass, but he didn't care, he had spoken. I don't need help. Why does everyone here have to talk about their feelings? Can't they just leave him the fuck alone? Pulling the refrigerator's door open, he was incensed to see his beer wasn't there. He slammed it shut and rounded on the three people looking at him from the table, as if they were the ones who took his beer and were hiding it, playing some sort of sick joke on him.

''Where the hell's my beer?''

Remy grinned wider.

''Remy used 'de beer fer target practice wit' 'is cards, mon ami.''

''Shut up you Cajun. You chugged your last bottle yesterday sugah, remember?''

Logan stared at Remy, then at Rogue, trying to think back. Yes, he did down his last bottle yesterday night, trying to drown his anger unsuccessfully with it. Dammit. How could he have forgotten? He couldn't stay in the mansion any longer; he needed to get himself out.

''I'm going out.'', he said before exiting the kitchen again.

Rogue signed, shaking her head.

''Why 'de Wolverine always so un'appy? Remy don' understand.''

Ororo got up and shook her head as well, putting her coat on.

''I think I had better follow him. He might do something stupid, who knows. You two, be good and do not cause any trouble. I will be back shortly.'', and walked out as well.

''Careful chere! He migh' crash 'is car in all 'is rage!'', Remy yelled after Ororo, before laughing and lighting up to smoke now that she was no longer in the vicinity.

Note: Forgive me for the slow start, I hope to pick up pace in the next chapter. Let me know how it was please.