Disclaimer: I don’t own the X-men, I make no money from this story, it’s just 
for fun
 
Wolverine gets PMS part 6
 
Scott watched the movie in a drunken haze, all the while turning his attention 
periodically to the passed out body of his wife on the other couch. He no longer 
remembered that it was Logan in that body and not his wife Jean, the countless 
beer had seen to the obliteration of that memory. Finally, unable to stand being 
so far away from her any longer, he got up to sit beside Logan. He gently took 
the can of beer that was still in Logan’s hand and placed it on the table. He 
then loving ran his fingers though the long, luxurious, red hair trying to wake 
him for perhaps a session of necking. 
"Jean?" He spoke gently in Logan’s ear. "Jean wake up"
"Jean"
"JEAN!"
Jean sat up with a start. She awoke to Scott’s urging voice and gentle shaking. 
"Jean wake up. You have your mission to go on now. Come on, you’re late." Scott 
said and quickly left the room, obviously annoyed with her that she had slept 
in.
Jean looked around to see that she was in her own bed and covered from head to 
toe with sweat, from what now seemed a very real nightmare. She looked down at 
herself expecting to see Logan’s body, but instead it was her own body. ‘What’s 
going on?’ she thought as she carefully got up, not quite sure what was real and 
what wasn’t. Once out of the bed, she went into the bathroom to splash her face 
with water and looked deep into the mirror. She was both surprised and relieved 
to see her own face staring back at her. ‘I can’t believe it! It was all a 
horrible dream? But it had all been SO real.’ She remembered that she had been 
very nervous about this upcoming mission, but that seemed ages ago now, like she 
had already done it. Perhaps her fear had worked her subconscious into having 
such a strange dream, she pondered as a possible explanation. 
Jean dressed and left her room to make finally preparations for the mission but 
the dream continued to stay in her thoughts, the dream that had been so real it 
felt more like a memory than anything else. As she walked down the hall she came 
upon Logan, who looked impatient to depart on their dangerous assignment.
"Hey Jean, are you ready to go?" Logan asked her as she approached him.
"I don’t know. I feel kind of strange about it, I can’t really explain." She 
babbled being only partially aware of what she was saying as she proceeded to 
check out Logan’s physique in his tight spandex uniform. ‘I wonder if he looks 
anything like I imagined he did?’ she thought. All the while Logan was fully 
aware he was being scrutinized.
Logan just smiled and winked at her. Jean, realizing how blatant her stare had 
been, looked down, blushed and quickly composed herself.
"I still have some things to get ready before we go. Is it just the two of us?" 
Jean asked more in control now.
"Yup, Why, what do you have in mind?" He asked with a giant evil grin, knowing 
full well that he had earned the right to tease her.
"Logan, please let’s just stick to business. I’m not feeling myself today." Jean 
responded putting her hand to her head, still disturbed by the images of her 
recent dream.
"Maybe you should go see Hank before we go. Just to be sure everything’s OK. 
It’s a dangerous one today, let’s not take any chances." Logan said with deep 
concern in his voice.
"Yeah, that’s a good idea. I think I’ll do that. I’ll see you later then." Jean 
then turned to head for the Beast’s lab, he could usually be found there working 
on something or another.
Logan watched Jean retreat; worried that something was not right with her. He 
decided that he would soon follow her to the lab and make sure she was ok.
 
* * *
 
As Jean entered Beast’s lab her eyes caught on something familiar and a 
sickening feeling of déjà vu washed over her.
"Hello Jean, What can I do for you today?" Beast noticed her enter the room and 
stopped what he was working on.
"Uh…. Hank…What’s that over there?" Jean pointed to a piece of equipment she had 
never seen before except from the recent dream she had.
"Oh that! I’m so pleased you asked! I am working on a teleportation machine. 
It’s almost ready for some extensive testing." Beast responded, excited that 
someone was interested in one of his pet projects.
"That’s what I was afraid you’d say." Jean spoke, her voice monotone and quiet 
as if she was speaking to only herself. She left the lab in a wide-eyed daze not 
really seeing where she was going. 
Beast, unsure about what he might have said to spook her so badly, decided she 
was probably just disinterested, and returned to his work unfazed by the short 
intrusion.
Jean wandered down the hallway, as the full realization began to dawn on her. 
‘My dream was some kind of PREMONITION! A glimpse into my near future! Oh no! I 
have to tell the Professor about what is going to happen. I can’t let this 
happen again. I KNOW the stuff I dreamt about will happen unless I change it. I 
have to tell someone about my dream no matter how crazy it might sound.’
She started to run down the hall and ran right passed Logan. She turned to tell 
him her terrible revelation, to warn him of events yet to come; she opened her 
mouth to speak but instead, in a moment of hesitation changed her mind. She took 
a good look at him again, she remembered how he looked naked, his muscles, his 
tight butt, his…
"Logan I’m not going on the mission with you." She said instead of what she 
originally intended to say.
"No? Why not?" Logan asked, concerned for Jean’s strange behavior.
"I just can’t go, but I’ll make sure Scott goes in my place." Jean smiled and 
ran off to find Scott leaving Logan standing there with no further explanation. 
Jean smiled an evil grin as she contemplated the VERY interesting month ahead of 
her.
 
 THE END
 
Author’s note: OK, we all know Jean would not do this, that it’s not her 
character to be so evil but I thought it would be a funny ending. I will not be 
continuing this story for a number of reasons. 1.) I have tortured my poor dear 
Logan enough already. 2.) I see no way of keeping this story PG13. 
So thanks for all the nice reviews (I was actually expecting some hate mail 
after part 5). I hope you got a giggle out of my demented tale.