Fic - Lost
Title - Lost
Chapter - 2 - Drunken Revelations
Rating - PG
Pairing - Logan/Scott Summers
Disclaimer - Just for fun. Don't belong to me unfortunately, if it did canon would be much much different. Characters are all the property of Marvel and their affiliates.
Summary - A week after the Battle of Alcatraz Jean and the Professor return, but Cyclops remains missing. Logan goes looking for the leader of the X-men.
A/N - First go at writing something for this universe - so hopefully it'll turn out okay. I don't think there can ever be enough Scott/Logan fics out there.
A/N 2 - Thanks so much to everyone who read and reviewed. You guys rock :D.
Chapter 2
Drunken Revelations
Logan watched the kid as he continued to serve other customers as they came up to the bar. Taking another swig of his beer, he went over the plan in his head. Tell Scott who he was, tell him where he came from and then tell Scott who Scott actually was.
It wasn’t the best plan he had come up with. But he was more an action, killing, blow things up, kind of guy. Not a; convince a guy about his past life, kind of guy. Sighing, he scrubbed at his eyes before they followed Scott across the bar again.
Back at the mansion he had never really let himself notice just how graceful Cyke was. He was too busy chasing after Red to pay too much attention to her boyfriend. But sitting at the bar, and taking in the kid, Logan felt the animal in him snarl for an entirely different reason from before. Both Logan and the Wolverine were starting to notice just how attractive the leader of the X-Men really was.
“I’d keep your eyes to yourself if I were you, buddy,” a voice slurred by his ear. Turning slowly Logan took in the drunken man and sighed again. The last thing he needed was to get in a fight.
“I’m just having a quiet one,” Logan replied, voice almost deadly quiet. It was a voice that most would recognize the warning in. Unfortunately, the drunken man was either too drunk or too stupid, to hear the warning signals in his voice
“Sure you are, sunshine,” the man said, leaning against the bar. Logan could tell the man was having trouble standing and that the bar was actually helping him to stay upright. “You just keep your eyes off ‘Mickey Blue Eyes’ and we won’t have a problem.”
Logan rolled his eyes at the man’s nickname for Cyke. Really, if that was what Scott had to put up with on a day to day basis, he’d be glad to get back to the mansion. Logan’s nicknames were creative, this guys was just … annoying.
“We won’t have a problem either way, bub,” Logan replied. He didn’t like anyone telling him what to do. Especially, some drunken idiot, who wouldn’t know how to throw a punch if his life depended on it. Which if the man continued, it very well could.
“Hey, Pete. You having a late one?” Logan almost growled when the man smirked at him, before turning to talk to Scott.
“Thought I might see if you’d thought about my offer?” the man said, leering drunkenly at the kid. Logan snorted and rolled his eyes, as he turned back towards his drink. He saw Scott glance at him briefly, before pasting a fake smile onto his face.
“Sorry, Pete,” Scott replied, shaking his head in fake remorse. “Won’t finish until late tonight.”
The man leant further across the bar, bringing his face closer to Scott’s.
“Come on, pretty. Man will only ask so many times,” he whispered. Logan just managed to stop the snarl that was threatening to come out, as the man continued to try and get in Cyke’s space, and Cyke took a step back.
“Think the guy’s too nice to tell you he’s not interested,” Logan snapped, finishing the rest of his beer. The drunk, Pete, Logan thought, turned and poked him in the chest.
“This is a private conversation, buddy,” he slurred, poking him in the chest again. Logan slowly looked down at the finger on his chest and then slowly back up at the man who it belonged to.
“Ah … come on Pete, maybe it’s time you should be heading home?” Scott said, nervously, obviously sensing the danger the other man was in. Pete, however was as oblivious as he had been at the beginning, and took a step closer to Logan.
“Let’s take this outside,” Pete said. Logan almost snorted again at the man, swaying, in front of him.
“Whatever you want, bub,” Logan replied. He knew that this was a stupid move, but the guy had made a mistake when he had continually tried to hit on Scott, and he wasn’t going to let the guy continue to think that Scott belonged to him.
The man staggered to the door and Logan followed him. Just before he reached the door, he felt a hand grab his arm and swing him around.
“Don’t be an idiot,” Scott snarled, at him. “He can barely stand, let alone fight.”
Logan shook the arm off and strode outside. His head snapped back when a 2x4 swung at his head and he dropped to the ground.
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