It was kind of ironic, he thought bitterly. Today they had been dating for seven years and she was getting her seven year itch scratched on a locker room bench by Logan .
He flashed back;
Their friendship through high school and how in it's last year it became so much more. They had professed their "undying" love for one another and had been inseparable ever since. They were a unit and were engaged on their two year anniversary right in the middle of university . Both knew that they would return to the mansion. Jean as a scientist and He as a teacher . They grew up in that musty old place and would spend the rest of their lives paying back Charles for everything he afforded them.
They had come back and everything had seemed great. The only thing that had irked him was Logan. He was like a grumpy uncle when they were younger but since they had come back Scott noticed his gaze linger on Jean a little too much . Jean laughed it off as nothing more than jealousy and an overactive imagination. He, of course, conceded to her , as he always did and paid no heed.
He had left just a few days ago to travel to Genosha for a peace summit with Magneto. He insisted that he accompany Charles despite his protests that everything would be fine; Charles was too trusting and besides that fact , Scott loved him like a father. Thankfully, everything went according to plan and the alliance, as it had existed since defeating Apocalypse, was now as strong as ever. Everything was wrapped up early and Scott was delighted it had . He could make it back in enough time for an anniversary dinner.
And with that thought he was back in the present, watching Logan ravage his love as she panted with unbridled lust.
A headache pounded through his entire head. He rubbed his temples as he tried to figure out why ? He never spoke out of line, never questioned what was asked of him , was always pleasant to everyone and always ALWAYS turned the other cheek ? He went through his entire life never saying boo, always doing the right thing and this is how the world repaid him ? He stopped massaging his temples and his finger tips dropped to his visor and at that moment every modicum of self control he had ever had evaporated.
He could barely contain the bile as he growled " HEY … LOGAN" at the top of his lungs and let a full blast punch into his chest as he looked up, sending him crashing through three rows of lockers and halfway into the concrete wall. He was on autopilot as he ran past a screeching crying Jean as he grabbed a half dead Logan by the throat and started unloading fists into his face . Every bit of anger that he had bottled up, from stubbing his toe to spilling his coffee to finding his sweet innocent Jean getting plowed , went into each and every punch . He couldn't cave his skull in but kept on going until he fell his knuckles cracking against adimantium covered in a fine layer of gore. He was barely coherent as Hank grabbed him in a full nelson and pulled him off Logan.
When he finally came to his senses the locker room was filled with people. They didn't need any direction on what happened here . Naked Jean , naked near death Wolverine and a blood-soaked pissed off Cyclops painted its own very blatant picture. He didn't acknowledge anyone in the room except Jean now. She was crying and begging forgiveness. He wadded up all the feeling he had ever had for her and it flew, with the big gob of bloody mucus he pulled from his throat, straight into her shocked face. He walked towards his room. All he needed now was a shower to wash off the last seven years.