Fic - Lost, Chapter 8
Logan glared up at the ceiling, before turning to look at the clock on his bedside table. The red numbers shone at him, 1:00, the red lighting up the darkened room. He hadn’t been able to sleep at all, his mind whirling.
Sighing, he pushed himself up, swinging his legs out of bed and rubbing a hand over his face.
Pulling on a shirt and pants, he walked bare foot out of his room, not really paying attention to where he was going, until he found himself on a terrace, the clean smell from the woods, setting him at ease.
Pulling the cigar out of his pocket, he started to light it, stopping when he sensed someone coming up behind him.
“Hello, Logan,” the professor said.
Putting the cigar and lighter back in his pocket, he wondered if the professor would get straight to the lecture about staying away from Scott, about how he was taking advantage of the kid, or whether he would start off with the niceties.
“Professor,” he replied, looking up at the starry sky.
“How are you, Logan?” the professor asked, glancing over at him, before looking out towards the darkened woods.
“Fine,” he asked, feeling confused, wondering what the other man wanted.
“I remember the first time I met Scott,” the professor started.
Logan knew it wasn’t random conversation, and wondered if this was how the man was going to get to the ‘stay away from Scott’ part.
“He was wearing a blind fold, refused to open his eyes, had been running from everyone, and living on the streets. But he was one of the strongest young men I have ever met. Most people would’ve given up, would’ve let others take advantage of him, but not Scott.”
Logan snorted to himself. That sounded exactly like the leader of the X-men.
“He has one of the strongest minds I’ve ever come across,” the professor continued. “And his mind has barriers that are near impossible to get through.”
Frowning, Logan looked over at the older man, surprised to see the professor’s eyes already on him.
“My point, Logan, is that he won’t remember. Not if he doesn’t want to and I won’t force him to. If he remembers, it will be because he gets through to those memories, not because of anything I can do.”
“This has happened before?” Logan asked, feeling curiosity run through him. “The kid’s lost his memory before?”
The professor didn’t answer him straight away, and Logan was sure that he was going to tell him to mind his own business, before seeing the older man nod.
“It was before he came here. He was very young. He had a very traumatic experience which caused him to suppress those memories. He still doesn’t have those memories,” the professor said.
Logan looked away, wondering what had happened to Cyke that was so bad that the other man didn’t want to remember, feeling protectiveness race through him.
“Why are you telling me this?” Logan asked, starring out at the darkness, before looking back at the professor.
“I know what you feel for him, Logan,” the professor said, eyes searching his.
“Would you mind telling me then?” he replied, shifting a little uncomfortably.
Damn psychics.
The professor looked away and stared up at the night sky, a soft smile on his face.
“You already know, Logan,” he answered. “Just make sure you’re willing to follow through, if Scott does choose you.”
The professor’s answer surprised him so much that he let out a bark of laughter.
“The kid ain’t going to pick me,” he said, running a hand through his hair.
“Don’t be so sure, Logan.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be reprimanding me for breaking up the golden couple?” he asked, feeling off balance.
The professor gave him a smile that he didn’t understand.
“I want what will make my children happy,” the professor replied. “I just hope they don’t let their sense of duty get in the way of that happiness.
Logan frowned, as he watched the professor turn and head back into the house, trying to figure out what the other man was trying to tell him.
He stood outside for a long time, letting the calmness of the wood’s wash over him, trying to settle his mind. After a long time, he slowly made his way back inside, bare feet padding along the floor, leading him back to his room.
He froze as he pushed open his door, his eyes running over the figure lying on the bed, fast asleep. Taking a step into the room, he closed the door quietly, wondering how long Cyke had been waiting for him.
As he walked closer to the bed, he couldn’t help but smile, as he took in the relaxed features of the other man, hand reaching out and running down the side of Scott’s face, smile widening as the kid leaned into his hand unconsciously.
His hand trailed down to Cyke’s shoulder, squeezing a little, but not shaking the other man awake. Instead, Logan took a step back, pulling his shirt and pants off, walking around to the other side of the bed and sliding beneath the covers.
Scott had come to his room, had lain down in his bed and had been comfortable enough to fall asleep. He wouldn’t complain if Logan didn’t wake him and Logan just wanted a night, a night to hold what was his, without the lust or sex, just him and Scott.
As he got comfortable, Scott rolled over, arm sliding across Logan’s abdomen, pulling him closer, his head moving from the pillow to the crook between his neck and shoulder, his breaths warming the skin, and sending an unusual feeling through Logan. He brought his arms up to wind around the other man, laying a soft kiss on the brown, messy hair, feeling a sense of peace.
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A/N - Loved writing the professor and Logan. I was going to put the 'I'll have Jean put braids in your hair' in there, but then remembered that he said it was okay if Logan did it on the grounds (as long as it wasn't in Cerebro). Let me know what you thought :)