Fic - Lost, Chapter 11
The next morning, Logan woke to an empty bed. He couldn’t help but feel a little surprised that Scott wasn’t there, but then remembered watching the young leader back before this all happened. How early he was up, how much he used to do, both for the school and the X-Men.
There was something niggling at his mind, something about what Scott had said, but he couldn’t remember much of what they were saying, just that he’d finally claimed what was his.
As he stood in the shower, he tried to ignore the pit forming in his stomach, telling him that something had changed, had gone wrong. The instincts that he had always relied on, telling him that he wasn’t going to like what happened next.
As he walked down to breakfast, the feeling intensified, especially when he saw the smug expression on Jean’s face as she walked into the room … followed by Scott.
Logan’s eyes focused on the hand Jean had on Scott’s arm, the way she bit her lip and looked up at him coyly. He looked away quickly and for once in his life, he could honestly say, he had lost his appetite.
Turning around, he walked back towards the door, not looking at the couple, already knowing that Jean will stop him, to shove it in his face.
“Logan,” Jean called voice smug. “Has anyone told you the good news?”
Looking up at her, he already knows what the ‘good news’ is and it’s taking every power in his body not to turn and snatch away the man standing next to her.
“No,” he replied, finally allowing his eyes to meet Scott’s. Feeling confused at the apology and regret he saw there.
“Scott’s got his memory back,” she replied, arm looping through his. Logan didn’t miss the discomfort that Scott is radiated and felt a sense of satisfaction and hope run through him.
“Is that right?” he asked, eyes holding the younger man’s.
“That’s right,” Jean purred, her other hand rubbing up and down Scott’s arm. “Won’t it be great to get the old Scott back?”
Gritting his teeth, Logan glared back at the woman, hanging off Scott, her eyes full of triumphant and sneering at him. He fought down the feeling of possession, giving them both a nod before turning and walking out of the room.
He didn’t even have to think about where he was going, feet already taking him to where he wanted to go, where he needed to go, if he doesn’t want to seriously maim the red head upstairs, hanging off his Scott.
Except Scott probably doesn’t feel anything but loathing for Logan now and he can’t stand to think of Jean having what he had last night.
He’s not sure how long he spends down in the Danger Room, but instead of feeling more relaxed and less angry, like he usually does, the anger is still there, still burning away in him.
Growling, he stalked out of the room, almost barreling into Storm.
“Logan!” she said, smile falling from her face as she saw the thunderous look on his. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he snapped, trying to push past her.
“Is this about Scott getting his memories back?” she asked concern in her tone.
“No,” he growled, ignoring her as she raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing him.
“I didn’t think you had feelings for Jean anymore,” she said quietly. “I would’ve thought you’d be happy that Scott got his memories back last night. It means you don’t have to sub for his classes anymore.”
Logan shrugged, running a hand through his hair, wanting to get the conversation over with.
“It’s great,” he replied, something niggling at his mind about what she’d just said. “I need to shower.”
She frowned as he gently pushed past her, starting to walk towards the locker room.
So Scott had gotten his memories back last night and had run …
“Wait,” he said loudly, turning back towards her. “Slim got his memories back last night?”
His heart started to race, as his eyes searched the woman’s face for the answer.
“Yes,” she replied quietly, confusion entering her eyes, “just after we got back from the museum. One of the kids pushed him over and he hit his head, when he woke up he had his memories back. The professor thinks it’s only a matter of time until his powers return.”
“Is that right?” he asked, voice lowering, as his eyes flicked upwards, wondering where the kid was.
Scott remembered.
Scott had remembered last night and had come to his room early in the morning. Scott had remembered and still wanted him.
“Logan?” ‘Ro asked, eyes searching his face.
“I’m fine,” he said, smile spreading across his face. She nodded her head, giving him one last look before turning and walking away.
Logan watched her go, the anger in him disappearing as he turned to head into the shower, a thrill running through him, as it always did when he had a prey in mind.
He was going hunting.
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