Pairing: Scott/Logan [Movieverse]
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Note: The rating is for
language, mainly and a little blood (again).
stood in the bathroom the next morning after his shower, a towel slung
low around his hips as he shaved. He’d
already stripped the plastic away that protected his stitches.
The wound was still rawer than it should be from pulling twice.
He’d have a scar for certain.
Another one. He was
looking rather battered, lately. There
were dark bruises on his upper arm, his shoulders and his hips as well.
All from Logan.
leaned against the doorframe, much as he had done last night, watching
him. Her gaze lingered on
the marks on his hips. Her
lips pursed thoughtfully.
know, there are just some things woman wasn’t meant to know,” she
said, trying to smile. Failing.
He gave her a half-smile in the mirror, pausing with the razor
under his chin.
mean about the male cesspit I call my mind?” he said.
She gave a short laugh, straightening away and moving up close
behind him. Her hands
brushed against the red bruises on his hips.
Measured her fingers against them, found them lacking. He watched
her, feeling the warmth of her against his skin.
Trembling slightly. He
lowered the razor.
sorry. About last night,”
she said, glancing up at him. Guilty.
Worried. “For a
telepath, that’s the most offensive thing I could have done, just
rummaged through your mind like that.
I shouldn’t have done it, even if you did let me.
The Professor will scold me.”
just didn’t like finding out how often a guy actually thinks about
sex,” he said, trying to relieve the tension.
His words fell flat. He
tried again. “It’s
okay, Jean. Really.
I let you. I wanted
you to. Call me chicken.”
at him weakly, looked away, then back at him.
Her face still, almost grim.
but that, Scott,” she said, watching him in the mirror with steady
intensity. “I want to talk to him
need to… understand him.”
turned him around, razor clattering into the sink as his hands gripped
her shoulders. “You
won’t try that on him, will you?
Jean? Promise me?
was already shaking her head, her hands resting on his ribs.
Looking at his half-shaved, half-foamy face and smiling tenderly
just talk. Really.”
His hands slid up, cupped her face as he pressed his forehead to hers. “Good.”
Jean descended the stairs hand in hand.
He was more casual than usual in chinos and a black tee shirt,
the bandage stark on his arm. She
was wearing a sleek pantsuit, low, practical heels on her feet.
They paused together on the landing, looking down at the man
lounging with apparent casualness on the bottom few steps.
But staring hollowly up at them.
Gaze flickering from their joined hands to their faces.
Scott acknowledged quietly. The
other man grunted in reply.
faintly haggard and was wearing the same clothes he’d worn the day
before. Apparently he
hadn’t slept. Jean folded
her arms over her chest, rolled her eyes and shook her head at him.
The picture of long-suffering woman.
Scott suppressed a snort of amusement.
Logan glanced between the two of them again, his expression
Now,” Jean said, the trace of humor in her tone belied by the
stern look in her eyes. Logan’s
brows rose and he shot Scott a startled glance.
you, Fearless Leader?”
have any say in it?” Scott said with a shrug, continuing down the
stairs. Watching as Logan
waited until the last possible second to move out of his way.
It wasn’t over then. But
at least he could take heart that he was still here.
He hadn’t run.
followed him, stepping down far enough to straddle Logan’s legs, then
leaned over, hand braced on the railing above him as she grinned tightly
down into his face. Irritated
by his comment to Scott. For
an instant the Canadian looked haunted, hunted, then he plastered a
wicked grin across his face.
A few kids
on their way down to breakfast had paused on the landing above, watching
this display with wide-eyed intensity.
Shooting curious looks at Scott who just smiled with wry
amusement and shook his head. The
kids snickered nervously.
Don’t you look terrible this morning,” Jean said sharply. “Bad
Jeannie?” Logan said with a leer. “Want details?”
Wolverine,” she interrupted pointedly, rolling her eyes and
straightening up to fold her arms impatiently over her chest.
“Outside or in?”
yell at me?”
scorched him with a look. “Probably.”
Scott snorted with amusement.
The kids above laughed.
Logan shot them all warning glares.
Secure in Scott’s reaction, they stifled it behind their hands,
but didn’t stop. Unable
to determine Jean’s actual mood, Logan fought his own bewilderment,
shaking his head.
take it outside then,” Logan said in disgust.
turned and led the way to the front door, a decided sway in her hips,
her stride long. Logan
followed silently. Scott
herded the delighted kids along to the dining hall, a pensive look on
his face. Wondering about
the strange light he’d caught a glimpse of in Jean’s eye.
stopped at the gazebo in the center of the rose garden.
Ororo’s domain. The
younger kids had painted the rugged structure for her and it was cream
colored with green trim. Or
it was supposed to be. It
was actually half green and half cream, inside and out.
A decorator’s mess. Ororo
stood on the far side of the gazebo, hands shoved deep into his pockets
as he stared out over the grounds.
The scent of roses was clear in the cool morning air.
Jean watched him for a moment.
He was aware of her, she knew.
But there was something fragile about him.
In the way he stood; wary, defiant, waiting for ruin.
It was a sobering realization to have about the Wolverine.
forgot something in your pack analogy,” Jean said, fixing him with a
cool, steady stare. He shot
her a quick look then turned back resolutely to the grounds, mouth grim.
“There’s an alpha bitch too, Logan.”
whipped around. Narrowed
she said sharply. Paused
while the words sank in. Saw
something bitter, feral rise in Logan’s eyes. “As long as you
remember that then, well…
then other things are negotiable. With
He held her gaze, searching it; uneasiness, disbelief clear on his side. Taking pity on him, she broadcast her understanding, her compassion, her own tentative regard. He nodded once, and she cut it off. A subtle tension faded from him.
She let him relax, so her warning would have greater impact. Then stepped close, nearly his height even in flats. Stared him directly in the eye.
you ever hurt him,” she said, frowning darkly. “Then you’ll have
to deal with me.”
you, Jeannie,” he replied after a long moment.
them come back in. Not
together, but still, not too far apart.
Jean breezed in first, coming straight to the teacher’s table,
cupped his face in her hands and gave him a long, lingering kiss.
The kids cheered and clapped.
Whistling and catcalling until Scott pulled away, faintly
flushed, to glare repressively at them all.
Neither he nor Jean were normally ones for blatant public
displays of affection. The
kids only got louder at his expense, enjoying the moment.
It wasn’t often they got to tease Mr. Summers.
Jean made to whirl away, but he caught her hand.
was that all about?” he asked quietly, half pleased, half stern.
him a gentle smile. “No reason, just because.”
she was gone, smiling brightly at kids as she went, to collect her own
breakfast. Scott watched
her go, only to catch sight of Logan standing in the doorway, arms
folded over his chest, also watching Jean with a quirked, rueful grin on
his face. Looking a great
deal like a man who’d just been hit by a brick.
A tall, smiling, red-haired brick.
One or two of the brave earlier witnesses to the stair encounter
called out to him. Logan
glowered around until Rogue came up to him, laughing, and caught his arm
to drag him off for food. He
back, puzzled, sipping coffee.
the Professor said, drawing his attention.
His mentor frowned, but his eyes were dancing.
he replied, turning to face him, blushing slightly.
Charles Xavier cleared his throat pointedly.
Looked at Jean, then back at Scott.
gather your morning is going well?”
it was,” Scott muttered dryly, rolling his eyes slightly behind his
glasses. Glancing back to
where Jean and Logan were discussing something, with great animation,
over at the food table.
are not too distracted, I did want to remind you that Ororo and I will
be leaving after afternoon classes to attend this evening’s local
council meeting in Salem Center. Grass-roots
efforts should begin at home.”
sir,” he said absently. Watching
in surprise as Logan intercepted Gavin as he came out of the kitchen to
have his own meal, duties complete.
Saw the boy flush, and duck his head.
Glance across the room at Scott.
Who smiled encouragingly back at him.
Gavin’s attention snapped back to Logan with lightning speed
when the Wolverine growled.
latest project is going well, I see,” the Professor said, giving up on
external matters for the moment. Scott
all but beamed at him, his pride evident.
amazing what a little one-on-one attention can do.
He’s really starting to warm up and fit in more,” Scott said,
taking another sip of coffee. Pleased.
“His school work is improving too.”
The Professor nodded knowingly.
and young Gavin is doing better as well,” he said calmly.
Scott’s head whipped around and he stared at Charles Xavier in
surprise. His mentor –
the telepath – just smiled.
moments before he had been watching and waiting eagerly for his friend,
Julio instead slumped lower in his seat, filled with sharp
silly for almost standing and waving to Gavin as he came out of the
kitchen. Because the
Wolverine had stopped Gavin. Was
talking to him. And Gavin
was listening eagerly, nodding, his face lit up.
was following the Wolverine over to the teacher’s table to talk to Mr.
Summers as well. Gavin
blushed and glanced around before taking the seat indicated across from
him. Right there at the
teacher's table. But not to
look at Julio, no. To see all the other kids watching him enviously.
patiently. Heart pounding.
Afraid. And so very
alone, without Gavin. He
slipped his hand into his backpack.
Felt for the reassuring presence of his most valued possession as
slowly, inevitably, fear turned to anger.
leaving the atrium after the last class of the afternoon when Bobby and
St. John approached him. Kids
streamed by, chattering and shoving as they always did.
Summers?” Bobby said. Scott
glanced at him, raised a brow beyond his red glasses.
“We were wondering if maybe we could take classes with Gavin
and the Wolver…um, Mr. Logan too.”
have to find out if Logan's ready to take on more students,” Scott
said, face thoughtful. Inside
he rejoiced. More ties for
the Wolverine. If he’d
accept them. “I’ll
check with him later on.”
sir,” Bobby said, St. John nodding behind him like a puppet.
Scott turned toward the elevator, just catching sight of a
slender, dark-haired boy as he slipped away, up the stairs.
But St. John asked him another eager question and he looked to
the boys beside him, the pinched, hard face of Julio momentarily
Gavin were holding an intense discussion about the merit of different bo
staff lengths when Scott entered the gym at the end of their training
head lifted, gaze locking on Scott as he approached.
Scowling at him. Gavin
turned at the interruption, breaking into a broad grin when he saw
Summers! Logan’s going to
take me to a shop he knows in town.
To pick out gear myself,” Gavin said eagerly.
Frankly, I didn’t know what half that stuff on your list
was,” he said, with a self-deprecating smile as he stopped beside
them. Logan folded his arms over his chest and continued to glare at
him. Silent. “I’m glad
you’ve got an expert you can take along instead.”
time, kid,” Logan said gruffly, gaze flicking briefly to the boy.
sensei,” Gavin said promptly, then gave Logan a short bow – which
Logan returned – before fleeing to the locker room, red braid flying.
Scott called after him. The
boy whirled around at the locker room door, hand on the latch.
“Come see me after dinner, okay?
We’ll talk about adjusting your class schedule some.”
Gavin nodded eager assent, then disappeared into the locker room.
dropped his arms and turned away, lifting his head for a moment as if he
were listening. His hearing
far sharper than most. Making
certain they were alone. Scott
subtly tensed in anticipation of a move.
this kid was your pet project,” Logan growled instead.
all are, Logan,” Scott said somberly.
I the one down here then?”
don’t know,” Scott said, burying his satisfaction deep. “Why are
snorted. “Fuck if I know.” His
gaze sharpened. “You’ve got me so bent around, twisted inside out I
don’t know what the hell is going on anymore.”
do?” Scott gave a sharp, mirthless laugh.
Then he stared at the other man, watching him closely.
“Last night was it, Logan, your only chance to go.
Why are you here?”
stared back at him, face blank and hard.
And Scott was almost convinced he wasn't going to answer.
Then he gave a sharp sigh, a flash of anger in his eyes.
Anger and something else. Respect?
need someone to watch your back, Scotty.
And I don't trust anyone else to do it.”