Summary: Jean has something to confess. So does Scott. And where does Logan fit into all this?
Disclamer: I don't own, but if I did, stuff like this would happen a lot more.
Author's Note: This was co-written by my good friend Liz when we were high on green tea. Please review. I'm begging ya, cause we are attention whores. Even flames will be accepted, they keep us warm in the winter.
It's Good To Be Me
"Come on Jean, you know you can tell me anything," Scott said to his frazzled-looking fiancé.
"I know I can, but I just feel so guilty! I'm afraid of how you're gonna take this," Jean responded through a few sniffles.
"Just tell me, hon. It'll make you feel better. You know you can trust me," Scott lied through his teeth.
"Ya know what? I shouldn't have brought it up. You have work to do. I'll see you later."
"Jean, would it make you feel better if I told you that I have to tell you something too?"
"Kinda."
"Ok, you tell me, and I'll tell you."
"Fine Scott, but promise you won't hate me for what I've done?"
"Never. We're both guilty parties here."
"Scott, I cheated on you."
Scott stared at her blankly. Jean grew nervous.
"I'M SO SORRY!!! But, you said you wouldn't hate me!"
"I could never. Jeanie, I cheated on you too."
"You cheated on me? And I cheated on you? OH THANK GOD! That means they cancel each other out! We can write it off as a stupid impulse. What a relief!"
"Good, we can get past it. But first, out of curiosity, who was it?"
"Uh… well… does that really matter?"
"Yeah, I wanna know who it is. It'll make our relationship stronger if we can admit these things."
"Alright, I'll tell you if you tell me."
"You first."
"No, you."
"Fine, on the count of three then."
"1…2…3"
"Logan," the both said.
"WHAT!?"
"LOGAN!!"
At that second, Logan stuck his head in the doorway leading to Scott's office, "You rang?" He saw their faces, "Uh oh."
"Uh, oh? UH OH?!?!"
"YEAH! YOU BET, UH OH!!!!"
"I just walked in, how am I in trouble already?" He said incredulously, taking a puff on his cigar.
"Ok," Jean said rubbing her temples, "I was cheating on my gay fiancé who was cheating on me with my lover?!"
"Yeah, you got the general idea," Logan said nonchalantly.
"But-but why? How could you not have said something," Scott sputtered.
"You couldn't call it cheating if I did, could ya?"
Jean piped up, "Well what do you have to say for yourself?!"
"Uh, I was thinkin' a threesome," Logan said, "How does that float your boat?"
Logan turned towards the door, to start head to his bedroom, leaving a sputtering Jean and Scott a few feet behind.
"Well, are you coming or what?"
Scott and Jean looked at each other, each quirking an eye-brow, and sped off towards the door pushing each other to get there first.
Logan blew a smoke ring and sighed, "Yeah… It's good to be me."
Later that night
Logan threw his bed covers off of the panting forms of Jean and Scott, each on one side of him. He reached over Scott to get a cigar from his night stand. Striking a match and lighting the cigar, he offers a puff to a glaring Scott, and upon his denial, he offers it to an equally glaring Jean on his other side. If looks could kill Jean and Scott would have six feet under two hours ago.
He put one arm around Jean and his other around Scott and looked between them. And with a contented sigh, he said "Oh yeah, it's really good to be me."