A/N: For those of you who have read my fic "Young Hearts, Jumbled Minds", it was just eating away at me that I didn't have a fic where Scott and Ororo end up in loveee, so I decided to make a reciprocal to that story! That way no shipper is left out =]…well…except for the RoLo's. Sorry, guys.

Androids and Bad Boys

Storm made her way heatedly to the garage. She knew he would be there. He was always there. She cocked an eyebrow when she saw his discarded tools on the ground.

"At least hide your stuff, too, next time," She yelled into the darkness. She couldn't help but smile hearing him sigh. "I need to talk to you." She said when he finally reappeared from his hiding place.

"You don't need to talk to me."

"I wanted to talk to you." Scott glanced at her before going back to working on his motorcycle.

"You are aware that there are other people here that you can make meaningless conversation with."

"Yeah, well, you're the only one that wasn't busy." She grunted, sitting Indian style next to him.

"I'd say I was busy, actually." Storm huffed.

"I'd say you were playing with a silly little bike."

"It's a MV Augusta F4 CC. Undermine it again and it's your life."

"Ok, I'm sorry." He groaned and began working on his vehicle.

"I come here for the quiet, you know that, right?" Ororo rolled her eyes and pushed herself from off the ground.

"Ok, I'll leave you alone, then."

"Sit down." Scott stopped her before she could move. She did as she was told and he sat up across from her.

"What for? I thought you wanted quiet."

"Well you obviously sought out my specific company, so I may as well listen." They sat in silence after that, until Cyclops gestured for her to continue.

"…I tried to talk to him today." She finally answered.

"Is this conversation really going to be about your hormonal issues?" he mumbled.

"No, it isn't going to be about hormonal issues. I don't even know what that is."

"What's it about, then." He asked impatiently.

"Remy."

"He's a hormonal issue," he mumbled, "Alright, what about Remy?"

"I tried to talk to him today!"

"Tried…so I'm assuming you failed in your efforts?" She shrugged.

"He brushed me off. I don't get it."

"I do. He's not interested." He answered, stretching.

"That's not what I meant, you jerk!" She said, punching him in the knee.

"Ah! Well, why don't you just say what you mean like a logical being?"

"Because I'm not a robot."

"Mhm. And am I to assume that you're characterizing me as a robot?"

"I'm calling you a robot. 'Cause you are."

"Be-cause. If you're going to speak with me, do so with decent grammar, please."

"Whatever."

"Well, then, whatever." He said, repositioning himself, "And for the record: Enjoying solitude and proper English doesn't make me inhuman."

"What does it make you, then?"

"It doesn't make me anything."

"Yes it does! And you know what it makes you: Cold."

"It makes me me."

"Yeah? Well me is cold! And me doesn't just 'enjoy solitude'! Me shuns any human contact and belittles others when they approach them!"

"Is there a point to this?"

"Yeah! Why do you do it?"

"Why are we talking about me all of a sudden? I thought you came to talk about you and Remy."

"I did! All you had to say was: 'he's not interested'!"

"Well then. If that was all you wanted, then it sounds to me like the conversation's over." he smirked, "This was nice, we should do it again sometime." He said, repositioning himself to work on his motorcycle.

"Really, Scott?" Storm yelled.

"Truly, Ororo." She scoffed and shot up from her position next to him.

"Screw you I'll figure out what to do without your stupid ass help."

"Have fun. I suspect you'll be back tomorrow to tell me all about it." He answered sarcastically.

"You know," She stopped just at the doorway, "For someone who despises my company as much as you claim, you sure make yourself easy to find." Scott stared after her as she exited, wondering why her words struck him so hard.

TBC