X-Men (Movieverse): Claws (Extend/Retract Remix)
[ Logan/Scott | PG | 629 words ]
Scott knows people.
Original story: Claws by trascendenza, 316 words.
Remix author: labuenaventura
Claws (Extend/Retract Remix)
The thing about Logan, Scott thought, was that he wanted what he couldn’t have. He’d wanted Jean because she was taken. He’d wanted to find his past because it was gone forever.
The day the professor had given him leadership of the X-men, Scott had tried to give it back. He hadn’t wanted it at all.
But Xavier had smiled and touched his forehead.
“You know people,” he’d said. “And you plan for them-not in spite of them.”
So there it was. Scott led the X-men because he knew people and he could plan. It wasn’t much, but Scott trusted Xavier.
From then on, he’d made it his business to know people.
And to plan.
Which was why he was currently standing in the school’s garage, arms crossed over his chest. Waiting for Logan.
Six months after Jean’s death, and Scott could almost think about her without bile rising in his throat. He wondered, briefly, if Logan could heal on the inside as quickly as he could on the out.
“If you touch her again, I’ll break you.”
His words were quiet over the roar of the motorcycle (his motorcycle), but Scott knew that Logan heard every word.
He didn’t even blink when Logan got off the bike, strutting forward and getting in his face. “You say something to me, kid?”
“You want something, you ask for it.” Scott’s voice was carefully modulated. He could smell acrid smoke on Logan’s breath. “Only thieves take what doesn’t belong to them.”
Logan smirked, then turned to go. Scott Summers was not worth his time.
“Don’t walk away from me.” Scott’s voice was lower now. Dangerous.
The wolverine reacted in kind.
In the space of two seconds, Scott was on the ground tasting blood. He’d expected it, of course, so he was already kicking out and dropping Logan to the floor even as he fell. Logan was on him in an instant, a left hook catching him hard across the jaw.
Scott’s mouth twisted and he scissored his legs, bucking hard enough to gain some leverage. Logan cursed, unsheathing his claws as Scott managed a hard jab to the throat.
Damage to the wind pipe, and then Scott was free long enough to get on his knees and roll away. Distance. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
It never got any easier for them; not since the first time.
“Nice jab.” With a deft motion, Logan tossed him the keys to the bike and sheathed his claws.
“Nice hook.” Scott returned, staring at the keys in his hand before dropping them to the floor.
Logan’s teeth were very sharp.
His hands were in Scott’s hair, pulling hard enough that Scott could swear he felt more than a few strands go, but he gave as good as he got. They pushed and clawed and there was nothing even remotely soft about what they were doing, but there it was all the same.
Not-so pleasant, and Scott’s soul ached. Logan… he wasn’t sure what Logan felt.
But it was always the same, every time. Rough. Angry. And very, very hot.
The name Logan said when he came wasn’t Jean’s today, and Scott knew that he’d won. Plans took time, but they worked.
He pushed Logan off of him and got off the hood of the professor’s car. He’d have to clean it later.
“Take the bike,” he said. He didn’t bother picking up the pieces of his shirt. “But bring her back safe.”
He slid his jeans up and walked to the staircase without a backward glance. He didn’t even need to hear the roar of the bike to know that Logan was gone again.
But Scott knew that he’d be back.
He knew people.
He knows Logan.
Scott knows people.
Original story: Claws by trascendenza, 316 words.
Remix author: labuenaventura
Claws (Extend/Retract Remix)
The thing about Logan, Scott thought, was that he wanted what he couldn’t have. He’d wanted Jean because she was taken. He’d wanted to find his past because it was gone forever.
The day the professor had given him leadership of the X-men, Scott had tried to give it back. He hadn’t wanted it at all.
But Xavier had smiled and touched his forehead.
“You know people,” he’d said. “And you plan for them-not in spite of them.”
So there it was. Scott led the X-men because he knew people and he could plan. It wasn’t much, but Scott trusted Xavier.
From then on, he’d made it his business to know people.
And to plan.
Which was why he was currently standing in the school’s garage, arms crossed over his chest. Waiting for Logan.
Six months after Jean’s death, and Scott could almost think about her without bile rising in his throat. He wondered, briefly, if Logan could heal on the inside as quickly as he could on the out.
“If you touch her again, I’ll break you.”
His words were quiet over the roar of the motorcycle (his motorcycle), but Scott knew that Logan heard every word.
He didn’t even blink when Logan got off the bike, strutting forward and getting in his face. “You say something to me, kid?”
“You want something, you ask for it.” Scott’s voice was carefully modulated. He could smell acrid smoke on Logan’s breath. “Only thieves take what doesn’t belong to them.”
Logan smirked, then turned to go. Scott Summers was not worth his time.
“Don’t walk away from me.” Scott’s voice was lower now. Dangerous.
The wolverine reacted in kind.
In the space of two seconds, Scott was on the ground tasting blood. He’d expected it, of course, so he was already kicking out and dropping Logan to the floor even as he fell. Logan was on him in an instant, a left hook catching him hard across the jaw.
Scott’s mouth twisted and he scissored his legs, bucking hard enough to gain some leverage. Logan cursed, unsheathing his claws as Scott managed a hard jab to the throat.
Damage to the wind pipe, and then Scott was free long enough to get on his knees and roll away. Distance. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
It never got any easier for them; not since the first time.
“Nice jab.” With a deft motion, Logan tossed him the keys to the bike and sheathed his claws.
“Nice hook.” Scott returned, staring at the keys in his hand before dropping them to the floor.
Logan’s teeth were very sharp.
His hands were in Scott’s hair, pulling hard enough that Scott could swear he felt more than a few strands go, but he gave as good as he got. They pushed and clawed and there was nothing even remotely soft about what they were doing, but there it was all the same.
Not-so pleasant, and Scott’s soul ached. Logan… he wasn’t sure what Logan felt.
But it was always the same, every time. Rough. Angry. And very, very hot.
The name Logan said when he came wasn’t Jean’s today, and Scott knew that he’d won. Plans took time, but they worked.
He pushed Logan off of him and got off the hood of the professor’s car. He’d have to clean it later.
“Take the bike,” he said. He didn’t bother picking up the pieces of his shirt. “But bring her back safe.”
He slid his jeans up and walked to the staircase without a backward glance. He didn’t even need to hear the roar of the bike to know that Logan was gone again.
But Scott knew that he’d be back.
He knew people.
He knows Logan.