Sorry about taking so long to update. I hope this chapter is alright for you x-men slash fans.

Scott remembered the first time someone told him they loved him.

It was a long time ago, before the mutation. Before he lost Alex. God, how he loved his baby brother Alex. He was the first person Scott had ever professed love to, far before his parents and far before he knew what it meant. When Alex came home from the hospital, Scott barely left his brother's side. He would hold him, and sing to him, and tell him stories. And, after a while, told the baby that he loved him and that as his brother, he would make sure no harm would ever come to him. Alex had decided that moment was an opportune one to make a "stinker", which his brother lovingly changed.

When Scott and Alex were 8 and 6, at Christmas time, Scott had bought Alex a gift as he did every year. Not just any gift, though. Scott had saved all his allowance since January to buy his brother a leather jacket. Just like the one their dad wore. Scott could barely sleep on Christmas Eve because he wanted to see his brother's face when he opened the gift. And it was a face to end all faces. Alex was all definitions of happy at the same time as he tore open the paper loosely wrapped around the jacket. He threw his arms around his older brother, and whispered in his ear, "I love you Scott." Their parents wasted no time in taking a picture. Scott held the picture now, staring at his brother and trying not to think that on Boxing Day he would lose his best friend, never to get him back.

He would only find out that his brother had been alive for years after, but had been seized by the government after the accident that killed their parents and experimented on until his death. Probably calling out for his brother, who never bothered to check for him. Who just gave up his hope when he could have done something. Scott put the picture down, went out to the balcony, and stared at the doves nesting in the trees.

Logan remembered the first time someone had ever told him they loved him. It was something he could never forget.

The memory had been discovered by accident by the professor in one of their 'sessions.' Logan could still feel the bricks rubbing against his back, scraping little patterns that would heal and reappear. He could feel teeth on his neck, tearing his neck open like a savage vampire. He was pinned to the bricks, by an older male. And he wasn't just tearing at his neck. Logan felt himself tear open from the inside, and heard a scream escape his lips. The other just grinned, an evil feral grin, and bit harder and thrust faster and oh god the pain the pain the pain…and stopped. Logan felt the ground suddenly, just as hard as the attacker had been. They pulled him up by the hair, and spat in his face before throwing him back down. And then the man had smiled again, and said, "I love you, Logan."

Professor had pulled out of Logan's mind and just stared. He just sat staring at Logan as Logan let tears run down his face. Not sobbing, not crying, just letting tears run down his face and hit the floor. Without warning, the same feelings came over him again and again and again, but Logan realised that there was a different voice, a voice screaming for mercy. The memories were not his, Logan realised. They were all tinted red.

Professor didn't bother to stop Logan from leaving. Logan went to his room, grabbed his jacket, and left. Nothing could stop him from his pursuit of vengeance. Professor had given him a clue, an important clue, to his past, and Scott was connected. They were tied together by a shared pain, and Logan was going to cut the string. No matter how much it hurt him to leave Scott now. No matter how much it hurt to leave and not tell Scott where he was going. No matter what.

Professor Xavier would not tell Scott either. Scott would disapprove of Logan's venture whole heartedly, and try to stop him. That was because Scott was a good person. Logan wasn't.

And sometimes, good wasn't the answer. Especially for rapists.