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AN: My two other fics – X3 – the final stand and Xavier's school for teenage heartbreak – have been postponed till after Christmas as I wanted to do a Christmas fic. I apologize to all those who were awaiting the next chapter to them but hopefully after you read this, you'll forgive me.
This is set after X1 and completely ignores X2 and X3, because not only do they not fit into the storyline, but X3 sucks and we all know it. So till they fix the horrible mess that they've made, I'm going to completely ignore it. Hmm… Maybe I should do a list on all the oh-so-wrong things in X3.
Well anyway. Everything in X1 happened, except Logan stayed at the end.
"Someone talking."
'Someone thinking.'
-A psychic talking in someone's mind.-
xXx
Most of the X-men had retreated to bed early that night, as it had been a long day. Although there had been no training or missions or even lessens as it was a Saturday, they had been up since five in the morning. It was December the first and they had been up all day decorating the house for Christmas and they still weren't done. They had cut down one of they're own trees to put up in the living room and gotten fake ones to put up in all the other rooms. Seriously, all of them. The hallway alone had eight. They had put up so many lights on the roof that the mansion glowed. And the fact that it had snowed last night didn't make their job any easier.
'It's insane.' Logan thought as he walked up the stairs to his room. Storm had woken him up at five thirty that morning so that he could help her get the decorations down from the attic. One hundred and ninety six cardboard boxes, Eighty three shoe boxes of strings of shiny beads, Fifty eight fake trees, Sixteen bags of mistletoe and three bin-bags of holly. He and Storm had finished at about ten and had gone down stairs to see Colossus and Scott pulling in the tree that they had just cut down. It was huge! Logan didn't think it would fit in but, somehow, they managed to pull it though the door and hall to stand it in the corner of the living room.
The kids were down by then, as Jean had gotten them up and made them breakfast while the others were doing their jobs, and they all wanted to help. So Storm and Scott put them into groups and gave them different rooms to decorate, while the teachers and some students decorated the living room and the tree. So Logan, Scott, Jean, Storm, Colossus, Rogue, Bobby Drake – a boy that Rogue was seeing - and Kitty Pryde – Rogue best friend and room mate - spend the rest of the day trying to work out what goes where. Well, Logan and Rogue did. The rest had had a Christmas here before so they knew the system. And Kitty and Bobby weren't really helping; Bobby thought it would be funny to pour glitter on Kitty so Kitty thought it would be funny to make Bobby the Christmas tree and wrap tinsel round him. They ended up both covered in glitter, tinsel and, for some reason, flashing lights.
Once they were done there, they went outside to do the house. And with the kids out there having snowball fights, it wasn't easy. The kids seemed to be practicing their aiming; and really liked Logan as the target. But they managed to do the front of the house before it went dark. Tomorrow they would be up at five again to finish the outside and do the upstairs. It was going to be even longer than today. This is why Logan was going to bed early.
He had a quick shower and stripped to his boxers before going to close the window. Outside looked peaceful and perfect; the lights flashing brightly and the snow looking pearly under the moon. There were two tracks of footprints in the snow; Logan followed them carefully with his eyes until he found the track-makers.
'Don't be students, don't be students, don't…' He thought desperately. If it was then he would have to go out and get them in and he really didn't want to. But when he saw who it was he would of rathered that it was students. Scott and Jean were walking though the snow slowly, his arm round her shoulders and hers round his waist. Logan narrowed his eyes at the couple as they stopped for a kiss. He didn't know what she saw in the boy-scout. And he didn't know why he cared so much; he liked her that was for sure and he hated him but for some reason he just could stand the fact that she was with Scott and not him. He didn't love her… did he?
He watched them carefully, even from the distance his enhanced eyes could see that the kiss had deepened. He could tell that Scott was the one to break it as he pointed to something over Jean's shoulder. Logan followed they're gaze to see a light gliding across the sky. A shooting star. He looked back down at them and scowled. They were back to kissing. He sighed and lent his head against the window, fogging it up slightly with his breath. Things would be so different if he had met her first. He looked at the star, floating though the sky, soon to be out of view and closed his eyes.
'I wish I had met her first. I wish I had met her first. I wish I had met her first. I wish I had met her first…'
He repeated over and over again. On the fifth time the words escaped his lips, a soft whisper making a mist on the glass. He opened his eyes and saw that the star had disappeared and that Scott and Jean had walked off. He felt very stupid suddenly, for wishing on a star. He crawled into bed and shut the light off, falling into an oddly dreamless sleep.
xXx
When he woke up he could tell something was off. He hadn't even opened his eyes and he could tell. The room smelled different. Instead of the slightly musky sent his room had, this one had a mixed sent of his normal smell and a soft flowery smell. A female sent. He opened his eyes slightly to see that he was definitely in the wrong room. Not only were the things inside the room different but the layout of the room was. The window was on a different side and it faced the front, not the back. He turned his head, looking at the room bewildered. He felt different as well, heavier on one side and his legs were entwined with something. He looked down at himself and stifled a gasp.
The reason he felt heavy on one side was that there was a person laying next to him, sleeping with their head on his chest as a pillow. The woman was pale and slim with red hair fanning out slightly. Even though her eyes were closed, he knew that they would be a deep emerald green. Curiously, he lifted the red silk bed sheets and looked under before quickly letting them fall back down. They were both completely naked.
The woman beside him stirred and opened her eyes sleepily. He was right; they were green. She smiled when she saw him and yawned, stretching and detangling their legs.
"Morning." She mumbled, laying her head back down on him.
"M- mornin', Jeanie." He said back, his eyes wide. She could tell something was up – she was a telepath after all.
"What's up?" She asked, looking up at him carefully.
"I err." He cleared his throat. "What, what did we, err, do?"
She blinked, surprised. "What? Yesterday?" He nodded. "We woke up at five, god it was early, and me and Storm got the decorations down and got the kids up while you and Colossus cut down a tree and set it up in the living room. Then we spent the day decorating downstairs and the front of the house." She peered up at him. "Why?"
He didn't reply. He and Colossus cut the tree? No, Scott and Colossus cut the tree. This wasn't right. She was now sitting up on her elbow, her hand over his forehead.
"Are you feeling ok? You look pale."
He moved her hand away gently. "Jean… Where's Summers?"
Jean looked confused. "'Summers'?" She asked.
"Yeah, ya know, Scooter. Scott." He said when she still looked blank.
"Scott Summers? I don't know any -" She stopped. "Oh wait. What's he called? Oh, yeah. Cyclops!"
He nodded. "That's him. Where is he?"
She wrinkled her nose. "I've no idea. Where ever Magneto's hiding at, I suppose."
Logan stared at her. "Cyc's with Magneto?"
She nodded still looking confused. "Yeah. Logan, are you sure you feel ok?"
"Huh, oh yeah!" He was grinning now. "I'm great. Never better."
She smiled. "Good. We should get up, we've still got the upstairs and the back of the house to decorate yet."
He grabbed her as she tried to get up and pulled her back down. "No, lets stay here a little longer."
She giggled. "We cant." She told him, smiling softly. "I'd love to, but we cant."
He frowned but let her go and watched her as she walked into the bathroom naked. Then he sat up and thought hard about last night.
'I don't understand.' He thought, completely confused. 'Cyc's with Magneto. I'm with Jean…' His eyes widened as it hit him. The star… He snorted. 'No way. He makes a wish on a shooting star and it comes true. Yeah right. What did he live, in a Disney move?' But that was the only explanation, unless he was dreaming. He pinched his arm hard. 'Ouch. Nope, definitely real.'
He got up and grabbed his boxers and a t-shirt from where they had been thrown carelessly on the floor along with Jean's clothes. They were the same things that he had been wearing yesterday. He remembered putting them on. He walked out the room, shutting the door softly behind him. The hallway was full of pictures of the X-men and he inspected them closely. Almost all of them had him in, and not one of them had Scott.
He walked down the hall, completely confused. Out the corner of his eye he saw Rogue walking towards the bathroom. He called out to her.
"Hey, kid!" She looked round, her sleepy eyes focusing on him.
"Mornin' Logan." She yawned as he approached.
"Yeah morning'. Listen." He said quickly. "Who are the teachers here?"
She stared at him. "Ah'm sorry. I thought that ya just asked meh who works 'ere." She was laughing slightly, willing him to laugh and tell her that no, he hadn't said that. But he just looked at her till the laughter stopped, dying on her lips. "Ya serious!?"
He nodded and put his hands up in defense. "I know it sound weird, kid. But humor me, ok?"
She sighed and shot a look of longing at the bathroom. "Professor X, Storm, Jean, you and Colossus." She ran though the list, counting them off on her fingers.
He watched her carefully. "You're sure?"
"Yes!" She said impatiently. " Now can Ah please go to ta bathroom!"
His cheeks coloured slightly. "Sure, kid." He mumbled.
She stalked past him, muttering under her breath.
Logan ran his hands though his hair.
'This cant be right.' He thought. 'This is insane, wishes don't come true!'
He looked round before running down the stairs towards the classrooms; Scott's classroom to be exact. He breathed deeply as he neared the door, trying to pick up Scott's scent. Nothing. Though, his own scent was becoming stronger as the door loomed ahead. He stopped in front of it and stared. On the door, where it used to say Scott Summers, it now said Logan.
He reached out and touched the name-plate on the oak door. This confirmed his suspicions. There was no scent of Scott, no pictures of him, no memory. It was as though Scott had ever set foot in this house. Logan took a breath before pulling the door open and walking in. The room smelt of him, with a bit of Jean. He walked over to the desk at the front of the room and looked at it carefully.
There were papers, essays written by the kids, folders, pens and a picture frame. He stared at the picture. On Scott's desk – in his world – there had been this very picture frame with Scott and Jean sitting by the lake. Scott leaning against the tree and Jean nestled in between his legs, both facing the lake as the sun set. The picture was almost the same; with one vital difference. It was Logan, not Scott who was sitting with Jean.
The red-head in question was standing at the door. Smiling as she watched him look at the picture.
"We should go again." She told him, announcing her presence. He turned to look at her.
"Err, yeah." He mumbled. He didn't have any memories and, if he was to live in this new world, he would have to pretend that he had lived here all his life. It wasn't going to be easy but he had no choice. He would have to teach the students and be the leader of the X-men… or would he? He didn't know when he had come here, maybe it was only after Jean and Storm were here. Maybe Jean was the leader, or Storm. It would be easier for him if they were as he didn't know how to be the leader, he didn't even know how to fly the jet.
He would have to find out all he could about this world. The only question was How?
xXx
In Logan's world, Jean knocked on his door feeling slightly bad that they had to wake up early again. When he didn't answer she frowned at the door. He was always so hard to wake up – especially if it was early. She opened his door and called his name softly. Still no answer. She sighed and walked to the bed, avoiding the mess on the floor. She shook the covers but didn't even get a movement. She scowled, they didn't have time for this. Grabbing hold of the head of the cover, she gave it a hard yank. Then she gasped. Jean turned on her heel, intending to run down the hall and tell Professor Xavier about the empty bed when she walked straight into some one. A some one with a bare, but hairy, chest.
Logan grinned down at her.
"Mornin' Jeanie."
She looked up at him and sighed. "There you are, we need to get up and finish decorating." She went to walk past him but was stopped again; this time by Logan grabbing her hand and turning her to face him.
He made a face. "I'm confused." He told her. He was confused. This morning he had woken up alone in a room that wasn't his own. And yet he distinctly remembered sleeping in his own bed, with her.
"About what? The decorating?"
He shook his head. "Na, not that." Instead of telling her about him waking up in a spare room alone, he grinned slyly at her. "I'm confused." He whispered huskily in her ear. "About where my good-mornin' kiss is."
Jean let out a small gasp and tried to pull away from him but he held her to him, his mouth pressing kisses to her neck. Jean squirmed, suddenly very aware of the fact that she was only in her night clothes – which consisted of the boxers and shirt that Scott had worn yesterday.
"Logan." She stammered. 'What the hell?' she thought to herself, trying to pull herself gently from him. only half-heartedly, though. She loved Scott, she did. But she was a woman for god's sake and there was an attraction between them, no one could deny that; and he was doing amazing things with his mouth. But just when she was thinking of giving into the feeling, she felt Scott coming down the hall though their link.
She pulled away, desperately. Forcing him to remove his mouth from her neck, but he was still holding her hands tightly. He looked at her curiously.
"What's wrong? I only wanted a kiss." His eyebrows rose as she shook her head wildly, looking very uncomftable. "Jean…?" He questioned softly.
"I believe she said no." An icy voice told Logan from the doorway. He looked up to see a tall, slim man with red shades on. The man looked familiar, Logan pictured him in black jeans, a black t-shirt, a black leather jacket and messier hair. Instead of the dark blue jeans and the red shirt that he was wearing now. It was one of Magneto's boys. Cyclops! That was it. But what was he doing here.
Even though the shades, Logan could see his eyes flashing with anger. "I think you should let her go Logan." Logan stared at him for a second before looking down at Jean, who was looking even more uncomftable and was practically hopping from foot to foot. He released her hands and stepped back slightly. He was about to ask what the hell was going on, when his mouth fell open. Jean had walked away from him and took Cyclops's hand, tugging on it. Logan stared as he shot Logan one more glare before starting down the hall. Jean gave Logan an odd look before following him.
It took a few moments before the situation penetrated his mind. His girlfriend had just walked away with the enemy. And what was the enemy doing here!?
He stalked to Xavier's office, not noticing that he was still only in his underwear. Even though he was confused and angry, he knocked on professor X's office door and waited till he was allowed in. Xavier looked surprised as Logan came in, in his boxers looking extremely pissed off. Storm was in there as well, she was just as surprised as Professor Xavier but she had stifle back a laugh. He shot her a look and then turned his gaze to the man behind the desk, who was looking amused.
"We need to talk."
xXx
Professor Xavier leaned back into his chair, frowning slightly. After Logan had asked him why Scott was here and why he had just woken up in a spare room alone the Professor had read his mind. Just like all the other times, Logan's past was hidden but he had new memories, things that Xavier had never seen. Logan joining when he was young - not young young but younger than when he had joined -, falling for Jean, them dating, them moving in together, Logan teaching, Logan with the X-men, fighting… Xavier had seen these memories before, except they had been Scott's and, of course, it had been Scott in the memories, not Logan.
It didn't make any sense. In Logan's memories, it was as though he had been here for much longer than he actually had. And in his memories Scott had been with Magneto, fighting against them as an enemy. It was like this wasn't the Logan from their world, like he was from another dimension…
"Logan, go get changed and stay in your room – the room you woke up in – till I call you down. I need to check something."
Logan eyed him carefully, but nodded and followed the instructions.
When Logan entered his room, he slammed the door behind him loudly. He had no idea what was going on, but he didn't like it. He walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on. He checked that there was a towel before stripping his clothes off and stepping under the hot water. While he showered he thought of Jean. There was something wrong here, he knew it. He just didn't know what.
He was still in deep thought as he dried and changed into some new jeans and a shirt. Then he paced 'his' room, waiting for the Professor to call him down. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long as after ten minutes of pacing, a voice rang in his head.
-Logan- It said urgently. –Come to my office now. Don't talk to anyone on the way.-
Logan scowled, it wasn't like the professor to be so blunt with him. Although many things seemed different. He obeyed the orders and strode though the halls without stopping to talk to anyone. Luckily it was still early so there were only a few students around, though, he noticed, he didn't see any teachers.
That problem was solved as he walked into Xavier's office. Xavier motioned to the empty chair next to Storm and Logan sat in it; not before shooting a glance at Jean, who was sitting next to Scott and Piotr on the couch. He tore his gaze away and settled it on Xavier.
"So, what's goin' on?"
Xavier cleared his throat. "Well Logan, it seems that you have, somehow, traveled to another dimension."
Logan blinked, then let out a laugh. "Yeah, ok. Sure. Really though, what's goin' on?"
"I am quite serious, Logan. You see, in this dimension, 'you' only came to the institute less than a month ago. Where as, your memories show that you have been here for many years."
Logan stared at him. He had to be kidding. And yet, the professor had never lied to him before…
"You're serious?" He choked out.
"Very much so."
Logan rubbed his forehead. "How?"
Professor Xavier frowned slightly. "I'm not quite sure but I think it has something to do with that shooting star last night. Did you see it?"
Logan held back a snort. "Yeah I saw it." He and Jean had gone out for a walk in the snow last night and, as they stopped for a kiss, he had seen the star and pointed it out to her. 'Jean…' He thought sneaking a look over at her. She looked the same. She had changed out of her nightwear and put on a pair of light blue skin tight jeans and a thick jumper with, presumably, a shirt underneath. She was obviously planning on going out as she also had on a scarf and gloves. He turned his attention back to Xavier, just in time to catch what he was saying.
"We will, of course, allow you to stay here till we can return you home."
Storm spoke up, sounding confused. "What about our Logan, the one from this dimension?"
"Well." Professor X said thoughtfully. "I should hope that he is in this Logan's dimension. Hopefully they have switched places and there is no other dimension's involved."
The room's eyes widened. "Do you mean that there could be other dimensions?" Logan looked over at Scott, who had just asked the question.
"Possibly." The professor gave a smile. "We might have to explore this sometime. But right now, we should focus on returning Logan to his dimension and getting our own back."
Logan pulled his gaze from Scott's hand, which was holding Jean's tightly, and eyed the professor carefully. "And how long do you think that will be?"
Xavier rubbed his temples. "Well, first we need to find a way to make contact with the other dimension. And then we should be able to find out a way to switch you back. Till then, I'd rather not tell the students. So, I hope we can keep this between the adults?"
The room nodded. "Good." He continued. "Logan, I'm sure you can act like ours as you shouldn't be too different. And if you need any help, you can just ask."
He nodded, thinking that it would be hard to adapt to certain changes. "Will it take long?" He asked. "To contact the other dimension, I mean."
Xavier smiled. "I'm sure it won't be to long, as soon as Logan alerts your Professor he will, as I will as soon as we finish this conversation, go on to Cerebro and search for me. With both our minds on Cerebro, we should be able to reach each other."
"So we just need to wait for your Logan to notice the difference and tell my professor?"
Xavier nodded. "I'm sure that as soon as Logan notices the difference he'll alert you Professor. You should be home soon."
xXx
In the other dimension however, the thought of exposing himself as a dimension-traveler was the last thing on Logan's mind as he pushed Jean up against the wall. His mouth collided with hers as he lifted her waist to allow her legs to wrap round his hips.
'God, I love it here.' Logan thought as he rocked his hip against hers, making her groan. She ran her hands though his hair to pull it slightly so that his head tipped back, she broke the kiss to trail her mouth down his neck.
'Tonight is going to be the best night ever!'
Bad Logan, it's not nice to take advantage of people who think that you are… you… Ahem
I want to apologize for postponing my other fics again. Sorry. Ok now that that's done, What did you think?
Love it? let me know.
Hate it? Let me know… nicely though.
I am a loyal Jott supporter and I always will be, so don't think that I've turned to the other side – though they tried, they tried very hard. They even tempted me with chocolate-chip cookies and milk (Best snack ever!) but I said oh-no, evil-Jean/Logan-demons, you're not getting me that easy! And I stole the Cookies and ran away. Yay me. That was a fic all on its own – but I got this idea and really wanted to do it. So I did and it's quite cool… not the best I've written, I don't think, but good.
Do you think it's the best I've ever written? Cos', ya know, I care what you think. So humor me and review, ok? Just do it.
Thanks!
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