Generation Next (X-Men fanfic)

Thirty Two

They needed to wait for Vincenzo and his guys to finalize everything. They had a man watching the White House to make certain Lenny was still going through with his little party. In the meantime, all they could do was wait for the day of the party.

Angela scowled at Craig. "No, no, no, you can't put her dress on like that! Do it like this!" Angela grabbed the Barbie doll and shimmied the dress on in half the time it had been taking Craig and shoved it back at him.

He frowned down at the doll in frustration as he tried to tie the itty-bitty strings around the doll's neck while keeping her hair out of the way. "How in the hell are you supposed to tie her dress with her hair in the way? I keep getting strands stuck in the ties!"

"Oh, that's easy you spin her head around backward," Mellissa told him as if it made perfect sense.

Stone snorted out a laugh. "Yeah man, 'cause that's how every girl in the world puts on a dress, didn't you know that?"

"Shut up dipwad, your doll only has her pants half-up, not like you're doing any better than I am!"

Angela giggled while brushing out her doll's hair, before expertly twisting a ponytail band around it. "Look, mine's a ballerina!"

Mellissa twisted around to look at Logan when he stuck his head into the room to see what they were doing. "Logan, come play with us!"

He wrinkled his nose. "Uh, no I don't think so."

"What's the matter, Logan, is the Wolverine afraid of a little bit of pink and a few sparkles?" Stone taunted.

"No, I'm afraid your lack of masculinity will rub off on me and I'll end up in a tutu like Angela," he shot back.

"Ooooh buuuuurn!" Mellissa said with a huge grin.

"Hey at least Craig and I are manly enough to sit amongst all the Barbie paraphernalia and come out unscathed, you'd probably end up in heels and a pin skirt."

"He shoots and he scoooores!" Mellissa looked to Logan for a reply after shooting her invisible basketball.

"The fact that you even know what a pin skirt is, makes me weep for the death of your manhood, Stone," Logan told him as he propped his shoulder against the doorjamb.

Mellissa shifted her gaze back over to Stone in anticipation of his reply.

Stone shook his head at Logan and smirked. "My manhood is all safe and secure. How's yours? Perhaps its feeling a smidge wounded, crawling into a tiny corner to weep because you're too insecure to even walk into a room full of Barbie's, much less sit down to play with them just to make a couple of little girls happy for a while."

Mellissa was bouncing in place now. "I can feel the heat from that burn, it was scoooooorchin'."

Logan shoved himself away from the doorframe and stalked into the room until he hovered over Stone. "Who exactly are the little girls here—you and Craig?" Logan asked with a raised brow.

Stone simply arched an eyebrow back at him and held up a doll, extending his arm to Logan. Waiting while keeping eye contact with Logan. Time stretched out as the two stared at one another until Logan finally snagged the doll and dropped down on the floor between Mellissa and Stone. He ignored Stone when he chuckled softly.

"Whoo Hoo! This is awesome!" Angela cheered as she handed Logan a brush and a dress for the doll. "Here ya go, Logan. That's Snow White, here's her dress and shoes, and her hair needs to be brushed!"

He sighed, nodded, and accepted the items she handed him. "Thanks, Angela."

Stone chuckled again and Logan sent him a glare.