Title: Loveless
Author: IndigoNight
Summary: What happens when one who has been without love for so long, at last manages to find it, but is to afraid to say anything? Then, what if someone else gets in the way, making it impossible for the person without love to truly find it?
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Pairings: WarrenxScott, WarrenxLoganDisclaimer: I do not own X-Men or the characters I'm just borrowing them for fun.
Spoilers: Very mild for X3, but mostly AU
Rating: R for graphic rape and violence
Warnings: Slash, if you don't like, don't read; also some serious angst, rape and suicide warning. Seriously AU
Author's Note: OK, so, first of all, yeah, in the movies, Scott dies, but that just didn't work for me, so this is AU, but the only difference is that instead of going and getting himself killed, Scott just sits in his room on his little pity-pot and cries the whole movie, so he's still alive. Alright, so that said, this is just something that popped into my head and I ran with, so, lets hope you all like running with me, have fun.
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Loveless – One without love
Love, what is that? Warren could not even pretend to know. Sure, it was all over in the movies, on T.V., in books, it was everywhere. And it was always the same, boy meets girl, something gets in their way, blah blah blah, insert various dramatic plotlines, and in the end their love over comes all and they live happily ever after.
Bull shit.
Warren had never felt love, of any kind, or at least, he didn't think he had, not know what love was.
One thing he did know, he had never gotten any from his parents. His mother had died when he was very young and his step mom only ever acknowledged his existence when she was drunk. His father was rarely around, but when he was he wasn't much different, his only apparent interest in his son was in "curing" his "disease", his mutation. Also his father, ashamed of his freak son, had kept Warren mostly hidden away in their vast estates, so that as far as the rest of the world was concerned, he was practically nonexistent.
Now he was free from that, he had gotten tired of it and left, come to a place where he wasn't a freak. But he was still nonexistent. He was shy, and rarely spoke, never did outside of class. At first a few people had tried to talk to him, but quickly they just stopped. He didn't try to drive them away, he just didn't know how to talk to people; how to be someone's friend, and so he'd learned to live alone.
However there was one ray of light in his dark world, one solitary shaft of joy, and that light had just entered the Dinning Hall.
Warren dropped his piece of toast and left it there completely forgotten, unable to prevent himself from staring.
Those strong arms, intense eyes, firm jaw line, he just couldn't help himself. Mr. Logan, so strong and brooding, he never laughed, and rarely smiled, but those few flashes Warren had caught were the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
He was still covertly watching the easy, smooth movements Mr. Logan made as he ate his breakfast. Even his mind, well, the sane part of it anyway, knew that this was stupid and crazy; Mr. Logan didn't even know he existed, and even if he did… well, he was just being stupid holding on to these fantasies. But he couldn't help it.
He nearly fell out of his seat in surprise when the bell rang calling the students to the first class of the day; he had been so busy watching Mr. Logan that he had completely lost track of time.
The rest of the day past in a blur of monotony, the only highlights being lunch, when he could watch Mr. Logan eat some more, and the three times he past Mr. Logan in the hallways, when he could watch him walk, specifically, though it made him blush just to think about it, Mr. Logan's particularly fine ass.
"Mr. Worthington?" Professor Scott asked. It was the last class of the day, and Warren had just seen Mr. Logan pass by on his way to the classroom.
He jumped; he had been doodling absently, not at all paying attention to the professor's lecture. Three guesses on who's particularly fine ass he had been daydreaming about.
"Yes, sir?" he asked guiltily, his head snapping up.
"I asked, what is the third stage of mitosis?" the professor repeated.
"Um… Metaphase," he said. He heard several sniggers from the rest of the class and sank into his seat, blushing like mad.
"No, it is actually Anaphase," the professor corrected.
Warren spent the rest of the class passionately wishing he had never been born. He had never answered a question wrong before, he was a good student with straight A's, but then again, that was when Mr. Logan wasn't on his mind.
He jumped to his feet quickly and practically ran for the door when the bell rang. Mr. Logan liked to eat dinner early, and therefore, so did Warren. However his escape was thwarted when Professor Scott called his name, making him freeze at the door. He stood back, waiting impatiently while the rest of the class filed out.
Professor Scott waited until the rest of the class was gone before crossing the room to where Warren still stood.
"Are you alright, Warren?" he asked.
Warren smiled on the outside, but frowned on the inside, not used to anyone, especially this teacher, taking an interest in his well-being, "You seem rather distracted."
"Fine," he said quickly, his fake, diplomatic smile firmly in place; "I just didn't get much sleep last night." Because I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Logan was the part he didn't say.
Professor Scott nodded and put a friendly smile, "Well, try to get more rest, and remember, if you ever need anything, I'm always here."
Warren nodded and with another hasty smile fled through the door.
He practically ran through the halls to the Dining Hall. For some reason he didn't like Professor Scott, it wasn't like he was a bad teacher or anything, he made him uncomfortable. He hadn't even been teaching when Warren had first arrived, but about a month later Head Mistress Storm had made the announcement that Professor Scott would be returning to teaching, so he assumed that he wasn't new. And anyway, he hated it when people pulled him aside to talk to like that, it made him feel awkward and uncomfortable.
But the incident left his mind completely when he entered the Dining Hall to find Mr. Logan already seated and eating. Quickly he grabbed his diner and found a seat with a prime view.
Over all, not a bad day.