A/N: So the other day I was thinking about the X-Men movies, and comparing
the fanfiction resulting from each and I found that I miss seeing
Scott/Logan interaction with the figure of Jean a tangible block between
them. Logan's past is still riddled with mystery. He's still a loner. Scott
still has a stick firmly embedded where the sun don't shine, showing only
the occasional wry twist humour. This is a little nostalgia piece for me. I
didn't bring the characters out to play when I could have, waiting to see
what X:2 would bring. It brought many great things. It was, in fact, a
better movie. But X:1 let's the author have more fun. Enjoy.
PROLOGUE:
~ Scott, can I see you for a moment? ~
Scott Summers paused, mid sentence. He turned back to his students with a rueful smile. "Sorry class. Something important appears to have come up. Open your text books to page 108 and I expect exercises 1 through 9 to be done by the time I return." He left the classroom, suppressing a slight smile at the wave of groaned complaints that followed in his wake. Scott made the trip to the Professor's office on autopilot, thoughts on why he was being summoned chasing each other around his mind. He came to a halt before the door, hand raised to knock.
The door swung open before the tap connected, and Scott looked up, startled out of his reverie. "Scott, do come in." Swiftly recovering his senses, he stepped briskly into the office, and took a seat before Professor Xavier's desk. "You wanted to see me?" The professor looked vaguely unsettled, hands locked in front of him, small frown tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yes. I wanted to speak to you about Logan." Scott shifted in his seat, and the professor shot him a pointed stare. "I've been following his progress up north for some time now, but just recently I've sensed a change in him. I cannot quite determine the cause, but Logan's state of mind has become increasingly unsettled. I'm worried that this expedition north may be causing him more harm than good, and I want you to join him in Canada, help him in his search."
The professor sat back, studying the younger man's reaction to this news. Confusion, anger and resentment flashed through Scott's mind; his face, hidden behind ruby spectacles, betrayed nothing of the internal conflict. "Why me? Why not send Ororo in my place? I have commitments here that need my attention. Logan would trust her, and you know he'll be far more welcoming towards her." The professor simply gave Scott another inscrutable glance. "I believe you'll find that's not the case Scott. Besides, having you join him may just give him a counter-point on which to focus his attention. I fear this search for his past may well consume him, and I feel that your company could prove to be an effective foil for this eventuality. Scott, you are the only one I can afford to send right now. Jean," at this, Scott visibly stiffened, obviously envisioning the consequences of sending his fiancée in his place, "cannot leave, we need her expertise in the med lab. Ororo can take your classes for the duration of your leave. You depart tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock. I've arranged transport for you. Now, you should return to your class. I sense they are starting to get restless." The professor turned one last knowing smile his way, then turned back to the paperwork on his desk.
Scott, obviously dismissed, turned and left the room, confusion and anger pouring off him. The Professor sighed. There was still much the son of his heart needed to learn about himself and his own nature. While Scott may no longer be his pupil, having become a man in his own right, there was still much the Professor could, and intended to, reveal to him.
PROLOGUE:
~ Scott, can I see you for a moment? ~
Scott Summers paused, mid sentence. He turned back to his students with a rueful smile. "Sorry class. Something important appears to have come up. Open your text books to page 108 and I expect exercises 1 through 9 to be done by the time I return." He left the classroom, suppressing a slight smile at the wave of groaned complaints that followed in his wake. Scott made the trip to the Professor's office on autopilot, thoughts on why he was being summoned chasing each other around his mind. He came to a halt before the door, hand raised to knock.
The door swung open before the tap connected, and Scott looked up, startled out of his reverie. "Scott, do come in." Swiftly recovering his senses, he stepped briskly into the office, and took a seat before Professor Xavier's desk. "You wanted to see me?" The professor looked vaguely unsettled, hands locked in front of him, small frown tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yes. I wanted to speak to you about Logan." Scott shifted in his seat, and the professor shot him a pointed stare. "I've been following his progress up north for some time now, but just recently I've sensed a change in him. I cannot quite determine the cause, but Logan's state of mind has become increasingly unsettled. I'm worried that this expedition north may be causing him more harm than good, and I want you to join him in Canada, help him in his search."
The professor sat back, studying the younger man's reaction to this news. Confusion, anger and resentment flashed through Scott's mind; his face, hidden behind ruby spectacles, betrayed nothing of the internal conflict. "Why me? Why not send Ororo in my place? I have commitments here that need my attention. Logan would trust her, and you know he'll be far more welcoming towards her." The professor simply gave Scott another inscrutable glance. "I believe you'll find that's not the case Scott. Besides, having you join him may just give him a counter-point on which to focus his attention. I fear this search for his past may well consume him, and I feel that your company could prove to be an effective foil for this eventuality. Scott, you are the only one I can afford to send right now. Jean," at this, Scott visibly stiffened, obviously envisioning the consequences of sending his fiancée in his place, "cannot leave, we need her expertise in the med lab. Ororo can take your classes for the duration of your leave. You depart tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock. I've arranged transport for you. Now, you should return to your class. I sense they are starting to get restless." The professor turned one last knowing smile his way, then turned back to the paperwork on his desk.
Scott, obviously dismissed, turned and left the room, confusion and anger pouring off him. The Professor sighed. There was still much the son of his heart needed to learn about himself and his own nature. While Scott may no longer be his pupil, having become a man in his own right, there was still much the Professor could, and intended to, reveal to him.