Hello everybody, thank you for following me into this.
A series of small drabbles and shots of my favorite couple
This series of shots will be loosely linked to my X-fic X-Men EQUILIBRIUM, no need to read it to follow this here but it would help in some cases to understand details.
Some things never change
It's way past midnight as Logan moves down the dimly lit corridor of the school. The past 50 years have been erased and another 50 existed, only he remembers nothing of them.
Charles had warned only Storm, and that because in the new timeline, she was with him. They share a room and a life. He remembers nothing.
He moves towards the kitchen, where the beer is. Storm is sleeping behind, on their bed, she knows, she promised she'd help, she'd stick around. The rest don't know, maybe Scott knows because of Jean, maybe Jean felt his shock and wonder when he first saw her that morning at the threshold of Charles' study, maybe her unlimited powers answered her questions.
Jean, Jean Grey-Summers. Alive and well, currently moaning in pleasure, somewhere in the suite down the hall, where she lives with Scott. Only enhanced hearing can catch her voice and Logan rushes down the hall faster as the beer is waiting at the opposite direction. Creating distance from the Summers.
They're married, they have a daughter, Hope Grey-Summers . Logan reaches the kitchen and the staff fridge, where the alcohol is held. He opens a bottle and starts emptying it, another one follows as he perches himself on a stool. Some things never change.
Ororo's smell still lingers on him, it's familiar, comforting, back in his dystopia, she smelled the same on him. He's not sure how he can deal with everything happening around him. Triumph, confusion, relief, fear, unease, worry, alleviation. His closest people are safe and sound, he made it, he never expected it.
'Hey pall,' Scott's voice draws Logan's attention, Jean's scent all over the younger man makes Logan flinch. He groans his response, watching. It was half a day ago when Scott was grasping his wrist, stopping him from touching Jean, same territory, same mark all over. Jean was Scott's.
Logan can't stop his eyebrows from raising as Scott reaches for the same fridge and takes out another beer. The mixed scents of Jean, Scott and their encounter lingers all over the kitchen as he stays against the counter, pointing the beer in salute, Logan does the same as the two men drink from their bottles, their hair ruffled, their eyes watching each other. Old rivals, old friends, teammates, the two alphas of the house.
Logan has an odd respect for the man before him, stemming from the previous timeline, a good leader, a loyal soldier, an honest man. For a moment, Logan wonders if he's also a great husband and aspiring father, he sure is.
'How are you?' Scott asks and Logan is sure the man before him knows about the situation. A good friend too.
'I'm fine,' Logan replies curtly, he doesn't mean to sound so harsh, Scott seems used to it.
'You don't look fine,' he insists.
'Then stop looking.' Logan replies and this time Scott chuckles.
'Fine,' Scott gives up and Logan glances at him, all calm and easy, in total contrast from the rigid appearance he sports around. Maybe they're good friends too. Scott finishes his beer.
'Time travel is no excuse to be lazy. Tomorrow Danger Room session at 18:00' Scott instructs and Logan nods, some punches will help, Scott's a friend, he knows.
I wanted this first little shot mostly to reflect on Scott as a character and Logan's feelings before the idea of the Summers forming a family, giving the post dofp dynamics.
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