“This is too easy,” Esme thought to herself.
“NO! YOURE NOT JEAN! JEAN IS DEAD! THEY ARE DEAD!” Wolverine started shouting and flailing with his claws.
It was a miracle that Esme and Sophie weren’t torn in two from Wolverine’s outburst. They ran dived out the window on to the exposed roof. This must have been why Jean and Laura were giggling when Sophie and Esme told them who they were targeting.
“THEY ARE ALL DEAD!” Wolverine shouted.
Kitty, Racheal, and Hope all stopped at Logan’s door way.
“Shit! It’s his PTSD!” Kitty informed the Grey’s.
“This must be why he gets his own room,” Racheal shrugged her shoulders.
“Get dressed, we need to get him to a bar!” Kitty ordered the other two teachers.
“Because beer makes everything better,” Hope crossed her arms.
“Just go,” Kitty snapped before heading into the room, “Logan, calm down, it’s me, Kitty. Come on Logan, we’ll go out, get some beer, start a few bar fights, just like old times. Racheal and Hope are going to join us.”
Kitty half carried half pulled Logan into his closet to get him dressed.
“Huh,” Hope said.
“What?” Racheal asked.
“He’s taller then he was earlier,” Hope said, “but he is still short.”
“What did you expect?” Racheal said, “He’s not Hugh Jackman!”
***
Jean giggled.
“Excuse me?” Phoebe interjected.
“Sorry a joke was thought rather loudly,” Jean composed herself, “I wish to assure you that I am totally committed to helping you girls in any way needed.”
“We didn’t hear anything,” Mindee interjected.
“Not surprised,” Laura said.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Celeste vocalized the collective thought.
“Laura dear I’m sure you heard that out of context,” Jean said.
“How did you? What did she say?” all three asked at once.
“I heard MS Frost tell Professor X that you were developing too fast for your own good,” Laura smirked, “Just like I keep hearing you three call me Honey Badger.”
The three blondes went flush in the face.
“Laura please,” Jean interjected, “Now if you three are ready I want you to try an excersise. Lower your walls and open your minds. Feel what’s going on.”
The three Cockoos relaxed and opened their minds, Jean penetrated their defenses and went into their sub conscience. Jean turned and knodded to Laura. Laura went and pulled the three tiaras from the night stand and put them on the Cockoos. She then took off her clothes revealing the latex thong, bustier and she put on her collar before kneeling before her queen.
“We are princess of the Hellfire court,” the Cockoos moan together, “We obey the Queens of our courts, we worship the Black Queen as our goddess.”
“From now on,” Jean spoke so Laura could hear too, “From now on when you call my Black Knight a ‘Honey Badger,’ it will be like a lover’s nickname. Since you now all love my Black Knight as lipstick lesbians.”
“Yes your Majesty,” the Stepford Cockoos moaned, “We enjoy wearing leather and latex. We enjoy looking beautiful for our Goddess.”