Visual
by Nick

Series: This is in the "Chemistry" universe. I don't have time to write a lot these days, what with school, but I got a snippet out for all of ya!
Pairing: Wolverine/Toad
Disclaimers: They aren't mine. They belong to Marvel. I still want Toad, warts and all...
Rating: R, m/m schmoopy stuff.
Notes: The story is in Toad's point of view. I don't think I can write unless it's in first person.
Timeline: A year and six months after "Chemistry"; it's mid-summer. If you haven't read the first story, you'll have no idea what's going on. You can find "Chemistry", as well as my other works, at my homepage. (http://www.geocities.com/yecats_elocin/XMen/index.html)
Summary: A hectic afternoon takes a nice twist, with an unusual ending.

"Mr. Toynbee, Mr. Toynbee, watch me!"

I clamped a hand over my eyes and peeked out through my fingers, willing my heart not to come flying out of my chest. One of the five-year-olds just decided to climb the shelves in the classroom and throw himself off the top. I mean, he has wings and all, but still. It doesn't do good things to my pulse.

"Jason! Stop that!" I scolded, and caught him midair with my tongue. He squealed and giggled. I set him down. "Don'na do that!" I ordered.

"Okay, Mr. Toynbee," he agreed. "That sure was cool though, the way you caught me."

I forced myself not to chuckle. "Jason, go sit in time-out for five minutes."

"But..."

"Now."

He grumbled and stomped off to the hated time-out chair. I sighed and slouched, breathing deeply.

"Ya know, I remember a time where there was this wild guy I knew. He used ta climb walls, build bombs an' scare the piss outta people, too."

I laughed, and turned to face my lover. "Yeah, well, try to do me a favor, and don'na tell the monsters around here that. It's hard enough to get 'em under control as it is."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "I don't think Chuck would wantcha callin' them monsters."

"Not physically. Behaviorally. They act so bloody immature!"

"Ya have noticed they're kids, right?"

I shot him what I hoped was a withering glare. "Thank yew so much for yew're help, yew bloody pain in the ..."

Logan cleared his throat and gestured behind me. I turned to see a little blue-eyed blonde staring up at me sweetly. "Mr. Toynbee?"

"Yes Katie?"

"I have ta go potty."

There was a muffled cough from Logan, who was trying hard not to laugh. I ignored him and said, "Go ahead, Katie."

She smiled and vanished into thin air. I shook my head, exasperated, and said, "Tell me why I agreed to help Marie out and watch her playgroup this morning?"

"'Cause she has an exam comin' up an' she needs ta study more," he replied. "Face it, the only time I've seen her in the last week is at dinner."

"That's it for me, too." I agreed. "Hey, yew wanna help me out, 'ere?"

"Sure," he said. "I'll go get 'Ro to take over. She loves kids."

"Monsters!" I yelled at his retreating backside. Oh, but what a nice backside it was...

I was saved in a matter of minutes. Ororo came in, sighed at the rampaging children, and shooed both of us out the door. I swear I heard her complain about men and children as we left. When I mentioned it to Logan, he shook his head. "Not 'Ro. She doesn't complain about anything."

Yeah, whatever, Logan. "So where're we goin'?"

"Boathouse. I wanna relax in the sun this afternoon."

Logan. Sunbathing. No clothes. "That could be fun," I squeaked.

He chuckled. "No nude sunbathin', remember?"

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We got out to the boathouse and went inside. Logan toed out of his boots and socks, pulling off his shirt and then kicking off his jeans. Underneath the pants he was wearing a pair of red, baggy swim trunks. "Where'd yew get those?"

"Marie got 'em. She gotcha a pair, too. On the couch," he gestured.

"But me in swim trunks?"

"Go." His tone brooked no argument. I sighed and headed for the living room. The shorts were black, and the fly laced up like sneaker laces. They rode low on my hips but hung to just above my knees.

They fit perfectly. I loved them, even though they showed a lot of green skin. That was okay, too. I'd gotten more relaxed about being green. So I headed to the hall closet, grabbed a couple towels, and went outside.

Logan was already swimming around by the time I got to the end of the dock. "Hey, it's about one," I said. "Do yew need sunscreen?"

"Naw. Ya?"

"I'm an amphibian. I don'na burn."

"Okay. Just checkin'."

I dove in and swam underwater to his side. When I surfaced, I spit water at him, and he growled playfully. "Ya wanna play, brat?"

I replied by spitting water at him again. He roared and lunged for me, but he didn't stand a chance. I took off toward the other side of the lake laughing, watching him struggle to keep up. "Don't try to beat a toad in water!" I yelled.

He reached my side grumbling, "No fair," and I started to laugh again.

"Didn't I just leave the five-year-olds?" I teased.

He grabbed me by the arm and started tickling me mercilessly. I wiggled out of his grasp and headed onto the shoreline. He tackled me about two feet from the water and sat on my chest. "Did'ja really think I'd let ya get away?"

"Did yew really think I was tryin' hard to get away?"

We both laughed. I didn't think I'd ever laughed so much in my entire life as I'd laughed in the past two years, and it was great. "I sometimes can'na believe how happy yew make me," I said suddenly.

He paused, then gave me a lovable smile. "Ya, well, ya make mostly everybody here happy, too. Yer great with the students, an' ya got a big heart."

"Logan? I love yew."

He leaned down and kissed me. "Love ya too, Bran."

We lay making out awhile longer until I heard the Professor in my head. Would you two please stop broadcasting quite so loudly?

I felt my face turn bright green, and I groaned. Logan, who had obviously heard the same message, just laughed. "C'mon," he said. "Let's go swim."

I readily agreed. Jeez, Professor, kill the mood.

Sorry, Bran, but I didn't find it necessary to have that as a visual.

I blinked. Did the Professor really make a joke? I dunno. It must've been the sun.

The End