Disclaimer: Not mine, all Marvel's. This is an odd little story I came up with one day. No, I dodn't have a hang over.
Tabitha awoke to a constant pounding in her head. Her eyes opened slowly, and she found herself staring at the ceiling in her room. Purple dots and orange stars danced in front of her eyes, swirling together in a mad pattern of shapes and colors.
The small blonde slid down the side of her bed until she landed with a thump on the floor. She moaned softly, and tried to force herself to her feet. The pounding in her head increased in tempo when she did, and the girl fell back to the floor.
"Ugh…" The blonde moaned out loud; her mouth tasted like some one had shoved an old sock in it. An old, sweaty sock, the girl amended.
Tabitha began to crawl forward, headed for the door of her bathroom. All she wanted was to puke. And then all she wanted was Tylenol.
However, on her way to the door, she bumped into…something. She looked up, and found herself looking down at a blond head. She poked the body attached to the head, and a pair of bloodshot blue eyes looked back at her.
"Ta'tha?" The owner of the bloodshot eyes, one Samuel Guthrie, asked.
"Wha'?" She asked back, collapsing on the patch of floor right next to him.
"I feel like shit." He muttered into the carpet. Tabitha attempted to nod in agreement, but the world spun out of control and she had to squeeze her eyes shut to keep herself firmly planted on the ground.
Sam rolled over, moaning out loud. Suddenly, he sat bolted upright, and pushed himself to his feet. He stumbled away, into the half bath on the other side of Tabitha's room. He collapsed to the floor, and promptly threw up everything in his stomach.
He crawled back out of the bathroom, his hair sticking to his forehead. He slumped back to the ground next to Tabitha, and touched her shoulder.
"Tabby, baby…don't we have a trainin' session, or…sumthin'?" Sam asked, trying to remember. But his head was spinning so fast he could barely think.
"Don't know. Don't care." Tabitha mumbled back. She pushed herself up so that she was on her hands and knees, and then staggered to her feet. She wavered on her feet, but managed to reach the bathroom in time to vomit.
She crawled out of the bathroom, and found her way back to where Sam was lying, moaning.
"I feel horrible, Sam." Tabitha told him, resting her head on his chest. She felt him nod his head in agreement, and then groan again. "Why did we decide that it would be a good idea to get drunk again?"
"Ah cain't 'member, but whatevah the reason, it wasn't worth it." Sam decided, putting his hand over his eyes to block out the bright light of the sun.
Tabitha whimpered when her head throbbed, and snuggled closer to Sam. He wrapped an arm around her tiny frame, and held her close.
"This sucks hog ass." Sam told her frankly, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Yes it does." Tabitha moaned, rolling over and hiding her eyes in the carpet.
A sudden, loud banging caught their attention. Since neither of them were any position to go see what it was, they just stayed the way that they were.
The door suddenly flew open with a loud bang, and the two looked up with bleary eyes.
"Huh?" Sam asked, squinting at the shape.
"Just WHAT do you to think your doing!?" An overly loud voice assaulted their ears.
"Cable?" Tabitha managed to mutter.
"Yes." His voice was cold, a sure sign that there were in a great deal of trouble.
"Hi." Sam said, sitting up. He braced himself on his hand, and looked up at him. Cable glared down at the two of them.
"You DO have an explanation for this, RIGHT?" His voice said that they better.
"Yessir." Sam muttered, looking down at the carpet.
Tabitha moaned her agreement into the carpet. Cable growled, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Well talk about this AFTER you sleep it off." He promised, eyes flashing.
Sam nodded, and fell over in a heap on the floor. Cable just snorted in annoyance, leaving the to hangover victims to their misery. He had chores to think up…