Fic: Starting Over (Scott/Logan) Chapter 13
Title: Starting Over (13/13)
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Scott/Logan
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 4357
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A throbbing, pounding ache carried over Logan's head now that he sat in the corner of the hospital room wondering if the chairs would ever get any more comfortable. Somehow he was starting to believe that it was a prerequisite to being in a hospital room to be absolutely miserable and crunched into a torture chamber they called a chair. He stretched his legs out, cracking his adamantium laced bones. Their protest to his movements creaked loudly causing his companion to groan.
"Don't you ever get tired of that?" Scott questioned with a yawn, stretching out underneath the blanket, "I swear every morning it's the same process Logan. You swear, you kick the garbage can beside you, send trash flying across the room and then you stretch out, sounding like you're going to break in two."
"And every morning you complain that I'm disturbing your beauty rest princess," Logan spoke up in a mocking tone while quietly sliding the overturned trash can with his foot beneath the chair. Although he couldn't see Scott's eyes through the thick, ruby glasses he was wearing, he knew only too well that Scott was shooting a glare at him. That in itself only fueled Logan on further to taunt him, "I think you should just pipe down because your snoring is more than enough to drive a man crazy."
"I don't snore," Scott wrinkled his nose in protest.
"Yes, you do," Logan stood upright, stretching out and purposely cracking his bones again, "and it's rather annoying."
"So then sleep somewhere else," Scott groaned falling back onto his pillows again, "If I'm so much of an inconvenience to you…"
"You're the biggest inconvenience," Logan bounced onto the bed beside Scott, crashing down with a deep force of weight, "which is why I've decided when you get out of here we're going to have you moved out of your bedroom at the school. It's entirely in the wrong place to provide me with a good night's sleep."
"Excuse me?" Scott tipped his head to the side, still shooting that same glare up at Logan.
"I'm just saying," Logan shrugged his shoulders simply, "I figure maybe we can try something different…say like…oh I don't know you moving into my room, so I can just stuff a sock in your throat if you don't shut the hell up."
"A sock," Scott's lip curled in annoyance, "Seriously?"
"Hmm, well maybe not a sock, but it's something that rhymes with sock…" Logan teased preparing to toss out something lewd and obscene when Scott reached out to snake his arm around Logan's neck. His fingers curled tightly though Logan's hair, pulling and wrenching on Logan's head until their mouths were a breath away from one another.
"Do us both a favor and shut up," Scott suggested with a wiggle of his brow underneath the glasses he was wearing.
"I can live with that," Logan decided leaning forward and capturing Scott's mouth in a slow, tender display of longing. He felt Scott's arms wrap around him, pulling Logan down to lay beside him on the bed. As they parted, Logan couldn't help, but note the smile on Scott's face, "My you are feeling better, aren't you?"
"More so each day," Scott divulged leaning forward to nibble on Logan's lower lip eagerly.
"Glad to hear it," Logan wrapped his arm around Scott's waist, unable to resist the urge to hover over Scott, pushing him down into the blankets with a groan. Positioning himself carefully over Scott, Logan couldn't help, but savor the feel of Scott's thigh pressed up against his. It was all Logan could do to keep from giving in to temptation when Scott's fingers danced over the back of his spine.
"Okay, if you both start stripping down I'm going to throw up," Marie's voice pulled them from the moment. Logan pulled back seeing her standing before him with a wrinkled expression on her face, "Don't get me wrong I think it's wonderful that you both are together and if you were naked, well I wouldn't exactly object to seeing the show, but there are other children outside. It is a school after all."
"Fair enough," Scott conceded, a blush carrying over his features.
"We'll lock the door next time," Logan couldn't help but tease, possessively wrapping his arm around Scott's shoulders.
"Yeah, well whatever. Scott's needed in therapy," Marie turned her attention to Scott, "I've been nominated to take you down there today."
"Excellent," Scott tipped his head to the side and laughed, "I'm guessing that's because my last escort didn't get me there in time."
"Hey, what can I say? I'm a man with a mission and mine was…" Logan curled his lip suggestively, preparing to say something naughty.
"Right now I think less is more Logan," Marie interjected shooting Logan a look.
"Fair enough," Logan agreed with a shrug, "but that's not what Summers was saying last night when…"
"Can you give us a minute Marie?" Scott questioned taking in a breath.
"Sure," Marie nodded with a laugh and a shake of her head, "but don't make me hose you both down."
"You might enjoy that especially when I have my hose…" Logan began only to feel Scott poke him in the ribs.
"Hey," Scott warned sharply, "a little discretion Logan."
"Oh please," Logan shook his head and laughed, "she knows what we're like. Besides we're not fooling anyone."
"I have a reputation to uphold," the corners of Scott's mouth twisted in a soft scowl.
"Yeah of being a priss, which I must admit you're doing rather well now that we've returned," Logan jabbed with a teasing grin.
"Keep talking like that and you'll see just how much of a priss I can be later tonight," Scott warned sharply, the laughter emanating from his tone, "In all seriousness though I don't want my students to start spending their time in class imagining the two of us together naked and…"
"I would be if I was in your class. Come to think of it maybe I should be stopping by more often," Logan wiggled his brow suggestively, "It might be fun."
"For you," Scott groaned outwardly.
"Exactly," Logan curled his finger underneath Scott's chin lovingly, "although if you want to be technical I'm sure we can find a way to make it fun for you as well. Maybe we could get this detention scenario going and…"
"Now who is full of cheesy fantasies?" Scott couldn't help but laugh, a genuine warmth carrying over him in the moment.
"Hey, what can I say?" Logan poked at Scott's side, "Maybe you're rubbing off on me after all."
"Heaven forbid," Scott teased with a wrinkled expression.
"I don't know," Logan sighed pretending to ponder the notion, "I suppose it wouldn't be so bad."
"You say that now, but I know you," Scott issued him another long look, "I highly doubt you want to be picking up on all my mannerisms considering that…"
"You have a few that I wouldn't mind testing out every now and then especially that one not that long ago where we were at the hotel and…" Logan's voice fell to a muted whisper, his teeth grazing the side of Scott's neck. His hand pressed over Scott's chest, sliding down over the hospital gown to his abdomen.
"I have therapy Logan," Scott reminded him with a pinched groan, "and if I'm late again…"
"They'll know who to blame," Logan continued to kiss at the side of Scott's neck leisurely. He dropped his hand into Scott's lap in a teasing brush before Scott sighed.
"Logan, I mean it," Scott turned his head to the side, his glasses shifting on his face.
"Okay," Logan pulled back seeing Scott reach for the glasses, securing them in place, "hey, do you need help with those?"
"No," Scott shook his head in refusal, "It's just taking some time to adjust to them again after not having them for so long."
"I know," Logan admitted touching the side of Scott's face poignantly, "they are an adjustment. I miss your beautiful, blue eyes throughout the day."
"Me too," Scott sighed lowering his head for a moment, "but I want to be safe Logan. You know that."
"I do," Logan nodded in agreement.
"I just don't want it to come back when I least expect it like it did before. If I can't control it around others given that I still don't understand what's happening to me," Scott stiffened at the thought of what damage he could cause with his eyes.
"You will be able to in time," Logan touched the side of Scott's face. He pushed the glasses away from Scott's eyes just in time to see Scott close them tightly refusing to reveal their deep, blue depths.
"Logan," Scott chastised with a frown feeling worry bristle over his skin, "I know you're into pushing the envelope here, but…"
"I'm willing to risk it," Logan leaned forward, stealing a quick kiss from Scott. He stroked the side of Scott's face, sliding his fingers into Scott's hair in a tentative brush.
"Maybe I'm not," Scott's eyelashes fluttered open to reveal the beginnings of chastising Logan in blue depths.
"Too bad," Logan groaned outwardly unable to resist the urge to lean in closer to Scott, "every morning and at night isn't enough for me when I love looking at you."
"I realize that Logan, but…" Scott curled his lip in protest, preparing to offer up a rational reasoning for being secretive about his powers.
"You shouldn't be so afraid of what you can do Summers," Logan smiled feeling a warmth carry over him in seeing Scott's concern in the moment between them. Leaning forward Logan pressed a kiss over Scott's forehead gently, "I know you can control it."
"Even so," Scott quickly reached for the glasses pushing them up over his face again, "I think it's easier if we don't let everyone else know what's happening."
"Scott, you can't hide from what's happening forever," Logan couldn't help, but frown at Scott's decision to keep his condition hidden from everyone else.
"It's not forever. I just need to understand it more," Scott sighed leaning in against Logan's shoulder and enjoying the moment of ease between them, "I need to know why now I can control it or if I am really in control."
"What about everything else?" Logan questioned wearily, his eyes searching Scott's features all over again.
"I haven't been intentionally reading minds lately if that's what you're asking," Scott confessed sheepishly, his cheeks growing a pale, crimson shade all over again, "the healing on the other hand, well I think I'm going to be out of therapy soon."
"Because you feel that way or because you read your therapist's mind?" Logan gave him another long, disbelieving look.
"Just once," Scott shrugged simply, "and it's not my fault. It's not like I was trying to do so, but when I caught her looking at you the other day I couldn't help, but wonder if she was thinking about you naked."
"Was she?" Logan perked up raising a curious brow.
"That's beside the point," Scott scowled in response, a glare overtaking his handsome features.
"That's a yes," Logan laughed wildly. He kicked his legs over the side of the bed, overtaken with amusement, "Hell in knowing that, I think I'm going to excuse Marie from her duty. I'll take you to therapy."
"Like hell you will," Scott gave Logan another look, a frown overtaking his features. "The last place I want is to have you around her considering that…"
"You'll deal with it," Logan decided with a small laugh enjoying the way he could still get Scott going without trying. It seemed as though some things would never change.
xxxxx
"This isn't where I'm supposed to meet my therapist Logan," Scott frowned, feeling Logan push him along in the hospital issued wheelchair. While Scott knew full well that he didn't need it, he still went along with the system doing what was expected of him until he could figure things out. He'd been trying to sort out his condition, making sense of his miraculous recovery with Logan's help.
Although Logan had filled Scott in on the details of what had transpired in the building collapsing, it seemed that Logan had received more information from Mystique before the accident that had piqued both of their curiosities. While Scott didn't trust a thing that Mystique had to say, there was something that rang true to the story that Logan had revealed to him. Something had changed, something was truly different now that Scott's powers were more in his control. He seemed to be able to turn it off when the mood hit and bring it back with concentration, which was something he hadn't been able to do before in his life. Plus with his healing abilities and the occasional moment of telepathy it all started leading Scott to wonder if somehow, somewhere he'd picked up parts of Jean and Logan in his change. It had crossed his mind a lot lately especially when he was alone given that he hadn't possessed either power before. They were foreign to him, yet they were still present, still strengthening him in their own way. Still he knew they didn't belong to him.
"We're almost there," Logan had pulled Scott from his thoughts, bringing Scott to the realization that they were headed out to the gardens away from the therapy room.
"No we aren't Logan," Scott argued realizing that Logan was in the mood for trouble today, "Logan, I'm telling you that…"
"That this is where you belong," Logan explained positioning the wheelchair in the center of the gardens, in the midst of the multicolored roses. Not far beyond where they were was a white bench where the students would read in between classes and take in the beautiful scenery. Truth be told it was a place where Scott had written many flowery sonnets on love and romance. It was something that Logan had teased him for in the past, but Scott didn't mind as much anymore.
"Think you can walk over to the bench?" Logan questioned offering his hand up to Scott.
"You already know I can," Scott wrinkled his nose readily. He accepted Logan's hand before pulling himself out of the wheelchair, "If this is your way of breaking it to my therapist that I've been playing a big game of bluff with her…"
"I actually had your therapy session cancelled today," Logan divulged with a wicked smirk expanding over his features.
"What?" Scott blinked back at him, "Why?"
"Because I knew you were faking and plus," Logan guided Scott over to the bench to take a seat with him, "I figured it would give us an excuse to find a place to go hide and make out for a while."
"Oh God," Scott groaned outwardly, "you can't tell me that you're serious. She's going to come searching for me and…"
"No she won't," Logan shook his head and laughed, "besides isn't this what you've always dreamt about? Having me in the gardens to read me poetry, to look at all the pretty flowers and…"
"Now you're mocking me," Scott frowned intensely.
"Maybe just a little, but all that's missing from this scenario is candlelight," Logan teased pulling a lighter out of his pocket. He flicked the flame on and held it up between the two of them with a smirk, "Now we're all good."
"You're being an ass," Scott groaned outwardly, feeling as if Logan was once again taking a jab at Scott's overly romantic nature.
"Perhaps a little bit, but…" Logan pushed the lighter into his pocket, instead returning to Scott with a small box in his hand, "I was thinking that maybe it was time we put all joking aside and took things to the next level."
"The next level?" Scott eyed the box suspiciously, his own curiosities mounting in the moment.
"As you can see this one is stuck on me," Logan held his hand up in the air, revealing the ring that Scott had bought for him. While Scott had noticed it on Logan's finger, he hadn't thought to question Logan on it. He figured if Logan wanted to discuss it, then Logan would bring it up eventually. Apparently today was that day.
"Look I," Scott began contemplating his words, but he was stopped by the sight of Logan opening the box he'd been holding. Within the velvety packaging, was a similar ring lined with diamond and rubies.
"I figured maybe it was time to have something that sticks with you as well," Logan explained pushing the ring out of the package and reaching for Scott's hand, "I know it's not the whole Barbie dream fantasy you've got going, but I figure I may as well let everyone know that you're mine. If this helps me claim ownership…"
"Logan, I don't know what to say," Scott found himself at a loss, completely touched by his lover's gesture. Although Logan had been downplaying the moment, there was so much sentiment pouring out into it, so many things that Logan was contemplating saying, but Scott knew he didn't have to.
"If you start telling people we're going steady I will have to kick your ass," Logan warned him sharply, his brow bristling in warning.
"Deal," Scott couldn't help, but bite down to suppress the laugh that rumbled in the back of his throat.
"And this doesn't mean matching outfits or his and her towels because I swear if you even think about that kind of overly domestic nausea Summers, then…" Logan's words were cut off by the feel of Scott's lips over his, kissing him tenderly in a moment of true devotion and longing. Scott's arms slid around Logan's shoulders, pulling him in closer to him. Their kiss expanded, tongues tasting, teasing, tantalizing one another until finally Scott pulled back breathless knowing the words that Logan had front and center in his mind. Perhaps exploiting telepathy wasn't so bad if it was for a good cause, Scott reasoned hearing Logan's sentiment loud and clear inside of his head.
"I love you too," Scott murmured leaning forward to kiss Logan again eagerly.
"I hate it when you do that Summers," Logan scowled pulling away from the kiss just enough to see the twisted smirk carrying over Scott's otherwise innocent features, "You really spoil a moment and…"
"I thought it was going rather well," Scott inched in closer to Logan again, this time wrapping his arms around Logan fully.
"Yeah, well fuck you," Logan snarled, unable to resist the urge to dip down and nibble on Scott's lower lip with a growl. He bit down on the soft, plump flesh, enjoying the rush of electricity that surrounded him in having Scott's warm breath carry over him. Sliding his fingers up into Scott's hair, he reached out to draw Scott into his arms more completely. Once he was satisfied with their positioning, Logan pulled back just enough to take a moment to push Scott's glasses away from his face. He knew Scott was thinking about protesting, contemplating all the reasons why they shouldn't be exposing Scott's secret, but Logan didn't care. With Scott in his arms all he wanted to think about what was ahead for them.
"Was that an invitation?" Scott couldn't help but tease, feeling the fire burning beneath the surface between them. He placed his hand on Logan's chest, feeling the furious pounding of his heart.
"Perhaps," Logan shrugged his shoulders simply, his eyes memorizing the lines of Scott's face, "oh and by the way Summers, next time don't cut me off. It's worth waiting for."
"What is?" Scott feigned innocence, his blue eyes searching Logan's for a long moment.
"You're a real asshole, but for some reason I can't help, but love you," Logan sighed cupping Scott's face in his hands and freely giving himself to the moment, "I do love you Summers. That's never going to change for us."
"Somehow I've always known that Logan, but hearing it from your lips, well it makes this all the more interesting," Scott confessed sliding in closer against Logan.
"Hey, what can I say? I'm an interesting kind of guy," Logan dipped down to steal a quick kiss from Scott again, "although if we're going to be in this long term, then the Chia Pet has got to go."
"I happen to think the Chia Pet is…" Scott curled his lip in protest preparing to say something to defend his ridiculous looking plant, but before he could finish his statement Logan cut him off with another eager kiss. "On second thought the Chia Pet is history."
"Good answer," Logan laughed lightly knowing that while life was still full of questions and plenty of answers ahead for the future, things were finally as they should be for them together.
xxxxx
"How touching," Erik mocked the moment, turning away from the gardens to face Charles fully, "It seems that your protégé ended up getting his happy ending with that narcissist after all."
"So it would seem," Charles nodded, drawing in a small breath as he and Erik moved away to give Scott and Logan privacy with one another, "I intend to keep it that way for him as long as possible."
"Considering that the wall you put up in his mind didn't help him in the long run, you do realize it will continue to crumble until he realizes fully what they've done to him," Erik noted with a shake of his head, "They are already questioning what's happening to him."
"I'm well aware of that," Charles sighed heavily, knowing only too well of the burden he had to carry with the secrets he'd been harboring. "When the time comes I'll…"
"You'll what? Explain to him why you kept the truth away from him?" Erik questioned curiously, "Tell him it was for his own good?"
"Jean was out of control when she became Phoenix and given Scott's history-with what they did to him," Charles sighed feeling the weight of the heavy burden upon him that he'd been holding, "It's best if some things were left unsaid."
"This will not end favorably for you Charles. You know that as well as I do that when he learns the truth, you will unleash something you won't be entirely prepared for," Erik warned out of genuine concern for his long time friend, "It will end poorly for you as you have told me a great many times when you felt I was approaching a situation without caution and reason."
"I don't have a choice," Charles sighed heavily, his brow creased with burden, "Right now Scott has Logan and they can face this together. They'll be able to move forward with their lives, finding what they've both been missing without question…"
"Life is full of questions Charles, some greater than others," Erik continued, voice full of the knowledge and concern that Charles carried himself about their deceptions, "sooner or later those questions lead to dark truths and answers. This could be dangerous."
"I wouldn't do this if I had another option," Charles decided looking beyond where they stood with one another to see a small boy playing on the front lawn, laughing and swinging around in the arms of the nanny Charles had provided him with. There was a contentment, a joy that surrounded the child, keeping him blissfully unaware of his surroundings now that his bright, blue eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.
"Scott's going to find out about his son and when he does, he's going to be out for blood. Your blood more specifically my friend," Erik reminded him with a heavy sigh, "He trusts you. He believes in you implicitly and if he knows the levels you've gone to in order to destroy that faith…"
"Everything I'm doing, I'm doing for Scott. It's the right thing even if it feels contrary," Charles nodded alerting the nanny before him that it was time to leave. She smiled scooting the small boy towards the car she'd brought him to the school in, "It's for the best."
"We'll see my friend, but when the cards fall into place you may find yourself in the center of a war you won't be able to control," Erik sighed knowing full well that the voice of reason wasn't a role that suited him, still with concern for Charles fresh on his mind, he spoke up again, "This could very well be the beginning of the end."
"It won't turn to that," Charles replied smoothly, his worries being pushed inside long enough to think about the greater good for everyone involved. While he'd never been an advocate for lying, he needed a little more time, needed a little room regain his bearings and figure out everything. Then and only then would he be able to share the truth. He just hoped and prayed when that time came to be that Scott and Logan would both grow to understand.
The End
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Scott/Logan
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 4357
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A throbbing, pounding ache carried over Logan's head now that he sat in the corner of the hospital room wondering if the chairs would ever get any more comfortable. Somehow he was starting to believe that it was a prerequisite to being in a hospital room to be absolutely miserable and crunched into a torture chamber they called a chair. He stretched his legs out, cracking his adamantium laced bones. Their protest to his movements creaked loudly causing his companion to groan.
"Don't you ever get tired of that?" Scott questioned with a yawn, stretching out underneath the blanket, "I swear every morning it's the same process Logan. You swear, you kick the garbage can beside you, send trash flying across the room and then you stretch out, sounding like you're going to break in two."
"And every morning you complain that I'm disturbing your beauty rest princess," Logan spoke up in a mocking tone while quietly sliding the overturned trash can with his foot beneath the chair. Although he couldn't see Scott's eyes through the thick, ruby glasses he was wearing, he knew only too well that Scott was shooting a glare at him. That in itself only fueled Logan on further to taunt him, "I think you should just pipe down because your snoring is more than enough to drive a man crazy."
"I don't snore," Scott wrinkled his nose in protest.
"Yes, you do," Logan stood upright, stretching out and purposely cracking his bones again, "and it's rather annoying."
"So then sleep somewhere else," Scott groaned falling back onto his pillows again, "If I'm so much of an inconvenience to you…"
"You're the biggest inconvenience," Logan bounced onto the bed beside Scott, crashing down with a deep force of weight, "which is why I've decided when you get out of here we're going to have you moved out of your bedroom at the school. It's entirely in the wrong place to provide me with a good night's sleep."
"Excuse me?" Scott tipped his head to the side, still shooting that same glare up at Logan.
"I'm just saying," Logan shrugged his shoulders simply, "I figure maybe we can try something different…say like…oh I don't know you moving into my room, so I can just stuff a sock in your throat if you don't shut the hell up."
"A sock," Scott's lip curled in annoyance, "Seriously?"
"Hmm, well maybe not a sock, but it's something that rhymes with sock…" Logan teased preparing to toss out something lewd and obscene when Scott reached out to snake his arm around Logan's neck. His fingers curled tightly though Logan's hair, pulling and wrenching on Logan's head until their mouths were a breath away from one another.
"Do us both a favor and shut up," Scott suggested with a wiggle of his brow underneath the glasses he was wearing.
"I can live with that," Logan decided leaning forward and capturing Scott's mouth in a slow, tender display of longing. He felt Scott's arms wrap around him, pulling Logan down to lay beside him on the bed. As they parted, Logan couldn't help, but note the smile on Scott's face, "My you are feeling better, aren't you?"
"More so each day," Scott divulged leaning forward to nibble on Logan's lower lip eagerly.
"Glad to hear it," Logan wrapped his arm around Scott's waist, unable to resist the urge to hover over Scott, pushing him down into the blankets with a groan. Positioning himself carefully over Scott, Logan couldn't help, but savor the feel of Scott's thigh pressed up against his. It was all Logan could do to keep from giving in to temptation when Scott's fingers danced over the back of his spine.
"Okay, if you both start stripping down I'm going to throw up," Marie's voice pulled them from the moment. Logan pulled back seeing her standing before him with a wrinkled expression on her face, "Don't get me wrong I think it's wonderful that you both are together and if you were naked, well I wouldn't exactly object to seeing the show, but there are other children outside. It is a school after all."
"Fair enough," Scott conceded, a blush carrying over his features.
"We'll lock the door next time," Logan couldn't help but tease, possessively wrapping his arm around Scott's shoulders.
"Yeah, well whatever. Scott's needed in therapy," Marie turned her attention to Scott, "I've been nominated to take you down there today."
"Excellent," Scott tipped his head to the side and laughed, "I'm guessing that's because my last escort didn't get me there in time."
"Hey, what can I say? I'm a man with a mission and mine was…" Logan curled his lip suggestively, preparing to say something naughty.
"Right now I think less is more Logan," Marie interjected shooting Logan a look.
"Fair enough," Logan agreed with a shrug, "but that's not what Summers was saying last night when…"
"Can you give us a minute Marie?" Scott questioned taking in a breath.
"Sure," Marie nodded with a laugh and a shake of her head, "but don't make me hose you both down."
"You might enjoy that especially when I have my hose…" Logan began only to feel Scott poke him in the ribs.
"Hey," Scott warned sharply, "a little discretion Logan."
"Oh please," Logan shook his head and laughed, "she knows what we're like. Besides we're not fooling anyone."
"I have a reputation to uphold," the corners of Scott's mouth twisted in a soft scowl.
"Yeah of being a priss, which I must admit you're doing rather well now that we've returned," Logan jabbed with a teasing grin.
"Keep talking like that and you'll see just how much of a priss I can be later tonight," Scott warned sharply, the laughter emanating from his tone, "In all seriousness though I don't want my students to start spending their time in class imagining the two of us together naked and…"
"I would be if I was in your class. Come to think of it maybe I should be stopping by more often," Logan wiggled his brow suggestively, "It might be fun."
"For you," Scott groaned outwardly.
"Exactly," Logan curled his finger underneath Scott's chin lovingly, "although if you want to be technical I'm sure we can find a way to make it fun for you as well. Maybe we could get this detention scenario going and…"
"Now who is full of cheesy fantasies?" Scott couldn't help but laugh, a genuine warmth carrying over him in the moment.
"Hey, what can I say?" Logan poked at Scott's side, "Maybe you're rubbing off on me after all."
"Heaven forbid," Scott teased with a wrinkled expression.
"I don't know," Logan sighed pretending to ponder the notion, "I suppose it wouldn't be so bad."
"You say that now, but I know you," Scott issued him another long look, "I highly doubt you want to be picking up on all my mannerisms considering that…"
"You have a few that I wouldn't mind testing out every now and then especially that one not that long ago where we were at the hotel and…" Logan's voice fell to a muted whisper, his teeth grazing the side of Scott's neck. His hand pressed over Scott's chest, sliding down over the hospital gown to his abdomen.
"I have therapy Logan," Scott reminded him with a pinched groan, "and if I'm late again…"
"They'll know who to blame," Logan continued to kiss at the side of Scott's neck leisurely. He dropped his hand into Scott's lap in a teasing brush before Scott sighed.
"Logan, I mean it," Scott turned his head to the side, his glasses shifting on his face.
"Okay," Logan pulled back seeing Scott reach for the glasses, securing them in place, "hey, do you need help with those?"
"No," Scott shook his head in refusal, "It's just taking some time to adjust to them again after not having them for so long."
"I know," Logan admitted touching the side of Scott's face poignantly, "they are an adjustment. I miss your beautiful, blue eyes throughout the day."
"Me too," Scott sighed lowering his head for a moment, "but I want to be safe Logan. You know that."
"I do," Logan nodded in agreement.
"I just don't want it to come back when I least expect it like it did before. If I can't control it around others given that I still don't understand what's happening to me," Scott stiffened at the thought of what damage he could cause with his eyes.
"You will be able to in time," Logan touched the side of Scott's face. He pushed the glasses away from Scott's eyes just in time to see Scott close them tightly refusing to reveal their deep, blue depths.
"Logan," Scott chastised with a frown feeling worry bristle over his skin, "I know you're into pushing the envelope here, but…"
"I'm willing to risk it," Logan leaned forward, stealing a quick kiss from Scott. He stroked the side of Scott's face, sliding his fingers into Scott's hair in a tentative brush.
"Maybe I'm not," Scott's eyelashes fluttered open to reveal the beginnings of chastising Logan in blue depths.
"Too bad," Logan groaned outwardly unable to resist the urge to lean in closer to Scott, "every morning and at night isn't enough for me when I love looking at you."
"I realize that Logan, but…" Scott curled his lip in protest, preparing to offer up a rational reasoning for being secretive about his powers.
"You shouldn't be so afraid of what you can do Summers," Logan smiled feeling a warmth carry over him in seeing Scott's concern in the moment between them. Leaning forward Logan pressed a kiss over Scott's forehead gently, "I know you can control it."
"Even so," Scott quickly reached for the glasses pushing them up over his face again, "I think it's easier if we don't let everyone else know what's happening."
"Scott, you can't hide from what's happening forever," Logan couldn't help, but frown at Scott's decision to keep his condition hidden from everyone else.
"It's not forever. I just need to understand it more," Scott sighed leaning in against Logan's shoulder and enjoying the moment of ease between them, "I need to know why now I can control it or if I am really in control."
"What about everything else?" Logan questioned wearily, his eyes searching Scott's features all over again.
"I haven't been intentionally reading minds lately if that's what you're asking," Scott confessed sheepishly, his cheeks growing a pale, crimson shade all over again, "the healing on the other hand, well I think I'm going to be out of therapy soon."
"Because you feel that way or because you read your therapist's mind?" Logan gave him another long, disbelieving look.
"Just once," Scott shrugged simply, "and it's not my fault. It's not like I was trying to do so, but when I caught her looking at you the other day I couldn't help, but wonder if she was thinking about you naked."
"Was she?" Logan perked up raising a curious brow.
"That's beside the point," Scott scowled in response, a glare overtaking his handsome features.
"That's a yes," Logan laughed wildly. He kicked his legs over the side of the bed, overtaken with amusement, "Hell in knowing that, I think I'm going to excuse Marie from her duty. I'll take you to therapy."
"Like hell you will," Scott gave Logan another look, a frown overtaking his features. "The last place I want is to have you around her considering that…"
"You'll deal with it," Logan decided with a small laugh enjoying the way he could still get Scott going without trying. It seemed as though some things would never change.
xxxxx
"This isn't where I'm supposed to meet my therapist Logan," Scott frowned, feeling Logan push him along in the hospital issued wheelchair. While Scott knew full well that he didn't need it, he still went along with the system doing what was expected of him until he could figure things out. He'd been trying to sort out his condition, making sense of his miraculous recovery with Logan's help.
Although Logan had filled Scott in on the details of what had transpired in the building collapsing, it seemed that Logan had received more information from Mystique before the accident that had piqued both of their curiosities. While Scott didn't trust a thing that Mystique had to say, there was something that rang true to the story that Logan had revealed to him. Something had changed, something was truly different now that Scott's powers were more in his control. He seemed to be able to turn it off when the mood hit and bring it back with concentration, which was something he hadn't been able to do before in his life. Plus with his healing abilities and the occasional moment of telepathy it all started leading Scott to wonder if somehow, somewhere he'd picked up parts of Jean and Logan in his change. It had crossed his mind a lot lately especially when he was alone given that he hadn't possessed either power before. They were foreign to him, yet they were still present, still strengthening him in their own way. Still he knew they didn't belong to him.
"We're almost there," Logan had pulled Scott from his thoughts, bringing Scott to the realization that they were headed out to the gardens away from the therapy room.
"No we aren't Logan," Scott argued realizing that Logan was in the mood for trouble today, "Logan, I'm telling you that…"
"That this is where you belong," Logan explained positioning the wheelchair in the center of the gardens, in the midst of the multicolored roses. Not far beyond where they were was a white bench where the students would read in between classes and take in the beautiful scenery. Truth be told it was a place where Scott had written many flowery sonnets on love and romance. It was something that Logan had teased him for in the past, but Scott didn't mind as much anymore.
"Think you can walk over to the bench?" Logan questioned offering his hand up to Scott.
"You already know I can," Scott wrinkled his nose readily. He accepted Logan's hand before pulling himself out of the wheelchair, "If this is your way of breaking it to my therapist that I've been playing a big game of bluff with her…"
"I actually had your therapy session cancelled today," Logan divulged with a wicked smirk expanding over his features.
"What?" Scott blinked back at him, "Why?"
"Because I knew you were faking and plus," Logan guided Scott over to the bench to take a seat with him, "I figured it would give us an excuse to find a place to go hide and make out for a while."
"Oh God," Scott groaned outwardly, "you can't tell me that you're serious. She's going to come searching for me and…"
"No she won't," Logan shook his head and laughed, "besides isn't this what you've always dreamt about? Having me in the gardens to read me poetry, to look at all the pretty flowers and…"
"Now you're mocking me," Scott frowned intensely.
"Maybe just a little, but all that's missing from this scenario is candlelight," Logan teased pulling a lighter out of his pocket. He flicked the flame on and held it up between the two of them with a smirk, "Now we're all good."
"You're being an ass," Scott groaned outwardly, feeling as if Logan was once again taking a jab at Scott's overly romantic nature.
"Perhaps a little bit, but…" Logan pushed the lighter into his pocket, instead returning to Scott with a small box in his hand, "I was thinking that maybe it was time we put all joking aside and took things to the next level."
"The next level?" Scott eyed the box suspiciously, his own curiosities mounting in the moment.
"As you can see this one is stuck on me," Logan held his hand up in the air, revealing the ring that Scott had bought for him. While Scott had noticed it on Logan's finger, he hadn't thought to question Logan on it. He figured if Logan wanted to discuss it, then Logan would bring it up eventually. Apparently today was that day.
"Look I," Scott began contemplating his words, but he was stopped by the sight of Logan opening the box he'd been holding. Within the velvety packaging, was a similar ring lined with diamond and rubies.
"I figured maybe it was time to have something that sticks with you as well," Logan explained pushing the ring out of the package and reaching for Scott's hand, "I know it's not the whole Barbie dream fantasy you've got going, but I figure I may as well let everyone know that you're mine. If this helps me claim ownership…"
"Logan, I don't know what to say," Scott found himself at a loss, completely touched by his lover's gesture. Although Logan had been downplaying the moment, there was so much sentiment pouring out into it, so many things that Logan was contemplating saying, but Scott knew he didn't have to.
"If you start telling people we're going steady I will have to kick your ass," Logan warned him sharply, his brow bristling in warning.
"Deal," Scott couldn't help, but bite down to suppress the laugh that rumbled in the back of his throat.
"And this doesn't mean matching outfits or his and her towels because I swear if you even think about that kind of overly domestic nausea Summers, then…" Logan's words were cut off by the feel of Scott's lips over his, kissing him tenderly in a moment of true devotion and longing. Scott's arms slid around Logan's shoulders, pulling him in closer to him. Their kiss expanded, tongues tasting, teasing, tantalizing one another until finally Scott pulled back breathless knowing the words that Logan had front and center in his mind. Perhaps exploiting telepathy wasn't so bad if it was for a good cause, Scott reasoned hearing Logan's sentiment loud and clear inside of his head.
"I love you too," Scott murmured leaning forward to kiss Logan again eagerly.
"I hate it when you do that Summers," Logan scowled pulling away from the kiss just enough to see the twisted smirk carrying over Scott's otherwise innocent features, "You really spoil a moment and…"
"I thought it was going rather well," Scott inched in closer to Logan again, this time wrapping his arms around Logan fully.
"Yeah, well fuck you," Logan snarled, unable to resist the urge to dip down and nibble on Scott's lower lip with a growl. He bit down on the soft, plump flesh, enjoying the rush of electricity that surrounded him in having Scott's warm breath carry over him. Sliding his fingers up into Scott's hair, he reached out to draw Scott into his arms more completely. Once he was satisfied with their positioning, Logan pulled back just enough to take a moment to push Scott's glasses away from his face. He knew Scott was thinking about protesting, contemplating all the reasons why they shouldn't be exposing Scott's secret, but Logan didn't care. With Scott in his arms all he wanted to think about what was ahead for them.
"Was that an invitation?" Scott couldn't help but tease, feeling the fire burning beneath the surface between them. He placed his hand on Logan's chest, feeling the furious pounding of his heart.
"Perhaps," Logan shrugged his shoulders simply, his eyes memorizing the lines of Scott's face, "oh and by the way Summers, next time don't cut me off. It's worth waiting for."
"What is?" Scott feigned innocence, his blue eyes searching Logan's for a long moment.
"You're a real asshole, but for some reason I can't help, but love you," Logan sighed cupping Scott's face in his hands and freely giving himself to the moment, "I do love you Summers. That's never going to change for us."
"Somehow I've always known that Logan, but hearing it from your lips, well it makes this all the more interesting," Scott confessed sliding in closer against Logan.
"Hey, what can I say? I'm an interesting kind of guy," Logan dipped down to steal a quick kiss from Scott again, "although if we're going to be in this long term, then the Chia Pet has got to go."
"I happen to think the Chia Pet is…" Scott curled his lip in protest preparing to say something to defend his ridiculous looking plant, but before he could finish his statement Logan cut him off with another eager kiss. "On second thought the Chia Pet is history."
"Good answer," Logan laughed lightly knowing that while life was still full of questions and plenty of answers ahead for the future, things were finally as they should be for them together.
xxxxx
"How touching," Erik mocked the moment, turning away from the gardens to face Charles fully, "It seems that your protégé ended up getting his happy ending with that narcissist after all."
"So it would seem," Charles nodded, drawing in a small breath as he and Erik moved away to give Scott and Logan privacy with one another, "I intend to keep it that way for him as long as possible."
"Considering that the wall you put up in his mind didn't help him in the long run, you do realize it will continue to crumble until he realizes fully what they've done to him," Erik noted with a shake of his head, "They are already questioning what's happening to him."
"I'm well aware of that," Charles sighed heavily, knowing only too well of the burden he had to carry with the secrets he'd been harboring. "When the time comes I'll…"
"You'll what? Explain to him why you kept the truth away from him?" Erik questioned curiously, "Tell him it was for his own good?"
"Jean was out of control when she became Phoenix and given Scott's history-with what they did to him," Charles sighed feeling the weight of the heavy burden upon him that he'd been holding, "It's best if some things were left unsaid."
"This will not end favorably for you Charles. You know that as well as I do that when he learns the truth, you will unleash something you won't be entirely prepared for," Erik warned out of genuine concern for his long time friend, "It will end poorly for you as you have told me a great many times when you felt I was approaching a situation without caution and reason."
"I don't have a choice," Charles sighed heavily, his brow creased with burden, "Right now Scott has Logan and they can face this together. They'll be able to move forward with their lives, finding what they've both been missing without question…"
"Life is full of questions Charles, some greater than others," Erik continued, voice full of the knowledge and concern that Charles carried himself about their deceptions, "sooner or later those questions lead to dark truths and answers. This could be dangerous."
"I wouldn't do this if I had another option," Charles decided looking beyond where they stood with one another to see a small boy playing on the front lawn, laughing and swinging around in the arms of the nanny Charles had provided him with. There was a contentment, a joy that surrounded the child, keeping him blissfully unaware of his surroundings now that his bright, blue eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.
"Scott's going to find out about his son and when he does, he's going to be out for blood. Your blood more specifically my friend," Erik reminded him with a heavy sigh, "He trusts you. He believes in you implicitly and if he knows the levels you've gone to in order to destroy that faith…"
"Everything I'm doing, I'm doing for Scott. It's the right thing even if it feels contrary," Charles nodded alerting the nanny before him that it was time to leave. She smiled scooting the small boy towards the car she'd brought him to the school in, "It's for the best."
"We'll see my friend, but when the cards fall into place you may find yourself in the center of a war you won't be able to control," Erik sighed knowing full well that the voice of reason wasn't a role that suited him, still with concern for Charles fresh on his mind, he spoke up again, "This could very well be the beginning of the end."
"It won't turn to that," Charles replied smoothly, his worries being pushed inside long enough to think about the greater good for everyone involved. While he'd never been an advocate for lying, he needed a little more time, needed a little room regain his bearings and figure out everything. Then and only then would he be able to share the truth. He just hoped and prayed when that time came to be that Scott and Logan would both grow to understand.
The End