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Title: Hook a Canuck
Author: Sherlockian

"We are the American Gods," Magneto said, his voice rising and his eyes intense. Logan barely had to pay attention to hear the zealotry in the words. He really wasn't paying attention, to be honest. He was too busy gazing out at his teammates-- Bobby was pinned down by Toad, slimed to his knees, Ororo was fighting Lorna, trying to stay out of the tiny metal box Magneto's daughter had prepared for her. Remy was failing to take down the Blob, throwing cards that really did no damage. And Scott, he was in the same situation as Logan, stuck to a wall by an I-beam, courtesy of Magneto's powers.

"You know," Logan said, and gritted his teeth against the magnetic pressure brought to bear on his skeleton, "I'm Canadian."

Remy, who was close enough to hear, but jumping like a flea back into the fray, laughed. Unfortunately, Remy got pinned with another I-beam for his trouble. "I think we may need to take advantage of yer health care after this. Want to get married, mon cher?"

Scott groaned.
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Title: Small Victories
Author: Sherlockian

It's not as though Remy had never dealt with morphs before. Hell, he and Courier had very nearly had sex back when Jacob had gotten stuck as a woman. But nothing really prepared him for Logan as a woman. It's not that she was stunning-- she didn't have Ororo's ass or Jean's legs or Betty's figure. She was flat as a guy, broad-shouldered, and muscular. She still stood, feet planted, like she thought someone was going to throw a chair at her and she wanted to be ready to tear their spine out.

"The hell're you looking at, Gumbo?"

The glare she gave Remy made his pants feel tight, and Remy shrugged. Falling at Logan's feet and promising to make her feel better than she had ever felt before was probably a bad idea. "Nothing, mon ami. Just thinking that none a' your clothes are gon' fit right for a while. Maybe you' should ask Stormy to take you clothes shopping."

Logan swore virulently and crossed her arms over her chest (a little more self-consciously than she probably wanted to admit), but didn't rip Remy's spleen out. That, Remy figured, was probably a victory.

Now he just needed to figure out how to get Logan's shirt wet in a way that wouldn't get him killed. With a cheery wave, Remy left Logan's charming company and went to find Bobby.