Chapter Seven Synopsis: Logan disappears while Spencer spends time with Scott.

My chattering teeth woke me up. As I clenched the blanket in my shaking hands I opened my eyes wearily. I was in a tent and on a blow up bed; Rogue was laying next to me on her own bed. I heard the tent unzip.

Kitty smiled at me as she kneeled down next to my bed.

"What happened?" I asked with a cough.

"Well you saved Rogue," she smiled. "But then you needed some saving."

I nodded and waited for her to go on.

"Logan dived in after you. You were so blue when he bought you out of the water, I was worried. Then he had to use CPR because you weren't responding."

I let out a breath as Rogue stirred.

"Thank you for saving me." Rogue croaked out.

I turned my head to smile at her, "You would do the same for me."

She smiled too and closed her eyes again.

"Um, Logan left this for you?" Kitty asked as she handed me a bottle and I sat up.

It was almost empty except for the inch or two of blood at the bottom.

"Is that blood?" Kitty asked.

I nodded, "It's a long story."

She nodded then said, "I'll get you some lunch," before leaving.

I looked at the bottle in my hands. I didn't want to drink his blood, not with the way things were. I would heal eventually, although my powers weren't as fast as his.

"Spencer," Rogue said without opening her eyes. "Can you hand me my water, I'm so thirty," she asked.

I could tell by the lack of color in her cheeks that she wasn't doing any better. I grabbed her glass from the table and poured a bit of Logan's blood into it, then gave it to her. She needed it more than I did. Rogue swallowed the whole glass then made a strange face.

"That tasted weird," she complained.

"That's weird; I'll go get you some more." I told her.

I needed to walk around, to get my blood flowing. As I stepped out of the tent everyone looked at me.

"I'm fine guys." I told them.

Most of them adverted their eyes but some still watched as I got water for Rogue. Unfortunately Scott was sitting near the cooler.

"Hey," he smiled.

He seriously did not understand anger, did he?

"I don't want to talk to you." I told him getting a bottle of water.

"But I want to talk to you." He said blocking my way back to the tent.

I sighed and waited.

"I would've dived in after you too, Logan just beat me to it."

"And right now we would both be dead at the bottle of the lake." I smiled sarcastically.

He frowned, "You don't have to be rude."

"Actually, yes, I do. I don't want to talk to you Scott, I don't even want to look at you. So why you don't you do us both a favor and leave me alone?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I can't do that."

I rolled my eyes, "Let me guess, because you love me? You've said that before." I said.

He nodded, "One day you're going to love me too."

I shook my head as I pushed around him. He was incredibly delusional.

As I got back to the tent Rogue was just getting up. I handed her the water bottle.

"Wow, I feel so much better," she smiled at me.

"That's great." I smiled at her.

Kitty, who was in the tent too, laughed, "Finally, I don't have to take care of you two anymore."

I smiled at her but then remembered something. Wouldn't Logan come to see if I was alright?

"Hey, where's Logan?" I asked.

She looked down, "He left. He didn't really say why though."

I knew she was lying.

"Why did he leave, Kitty?"

She sighed, "He told me he needed to get away."

I sighed too, "From me, right?" I asked.

She nodded and frowned.

"I'm sure he's at the institute just taking a break from things." Rogue told me.

But when we got to the institute a few days later Logan wasn't there, and he wasn't answering his phone calls. He didn't even tell Charles where he was going. I sighed in frustration as I put my phone on the counter. I had tried calling him twenty times now.

"Give up already, he doesn't want to answer." Scott said rolling his eyes as he sat on the counter eating an apple.

"Shut up," I told him.

He raised an eyebrow as he got up to throw away the apple core, "Why do you care so much anyway?"

"I care because I love him." I told him.

He completely ignored me as he picked up something next to the trash.

"Scott, hello?" I asked coming over to him as he knelt on the floor.

"Hey, look at this," he said getting up.

He handed me a folded up piece of paper. It was Kitty's report card. She was failing cooking.

"Not surprising, right?" Scott laughed.

I elbowed him as I pushed past him to the door way.

"Kitty!" I called.

She appeared through the ceiling, "What's up?" she asked.

I handed her the paper, "Why are you failing?"

She sighed, "I suck at cooking, and everyone knows that."

Scott came over to us and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You don't suck." I told her.

"When I make anything nobody will go near it," she remarked.

"Well from now were all going to help you," I told her. "Every single one of us."

She smiled, "Really?"

I nodded, "Sure."

"Well," she said as her smile got bigger, "I have to make some spaghetti for tomorrow."

I grabbed the apron from the hanger and handed it to her, "Let's do it."

So I helped Kitty with her cooking. Scott wouldn't help but he said he would do a taste test. He sat at the table as we prepared the ingredients. About halfway through Kitty told me to sit down and that she would finish. I was skeptical but I sat down with Scott and we watched as she finished. When she was done she put a plate in front of Scott and gave him a fork. He forked up a mouthful and chewed it. When he was done he smiled and told her it was great.

"I'm going to go tell Rogue!" she squealed happily.

When she left the kitchen I grabbed the fork from Scott and tried it myself. I had to grab a napkin to spit it back out.

"Why did you lie?" I asked. "This is awful."

He shrugged, "So she would feel good about it."

"She won't feel good when she gets a bad grade tomorrow." I told him.

He was about to say something but my phone rang. I quickly got up and ran over to it. It was only Eric.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey, I was hoping you would want to come over for dinner tonight?" he asked.

I left the room so Scott couldn't eavesdrop.

"I just got back from a camping trip; you think we could do it tomorrow night?" I asked. "I don't mind leftovers."

He laughed on the other end, "Sure, that's fine."

"Great, I'll call you tomorrow." I told him.

As I hung up I noticed Scott behind me.

"Can you not do that?" I asked him as I tried to push past him.

"Logan called while you were on the phone," he said.

I ran to the phone in the kitchen and as I looked at the last calls I noticed Logan's number wasn't there.

Scott came up behind me and whispered, "Just kidding," into my ear.

I turned around quickly and slapped him. But I was still trapped between him and the counters. I couldn't see his eyes but his lips were pursed in anger. I waited for him to do something.

When he didn't I touched the pink mark on his face, "I'm sorry, Scott."

He leaned forward and kissed the edge of my lips. When I tried to push him away he laughed.

"What is your problem?" I asked angrily.

He continued laughing and hugged me, "Now were even," he laughed as I tried to free myself.

He didn't let go until I stopped squirming.

"Relax Spencer," he told me. "You worry to much."

I shook my head, "Maybe you're just a little to worry-free." I told him as he hovered over me pushing me into the counter.

"Why wouldn't I be worry free?" he asked. "The person I loved is dead; I don't have a care in the world anymore."

I felt myself feeling sorry for him as the sadness in his words hit me and I found them relatable, not to mention I was the one who made him think that. Logan wasn't dead, but he wasn't here, and he didn't want to see me. I felt a tear stream down my face.

"Don't cry," he said wiping the tear away. "I'm sorry I said that, I'm sure Logan's fine and you'll probably see him again soon."

I shook my head, "Why would you say that when I know you don't want him to come back?"

He shrugged, "Because it would make you feel better."

"Even if you don't feel the same?" I asked.

He nodded, "Sometimes it's not about me, when you love someone you think of them first," he told me.

As he turned and left I couldn't help but think that sentence had an underlying message. Was he trying to tell me Logan didn't care about me because he put himself first and ran off?

Since Logan had taken the mustang I had to have Eric pick me up for dinner the next night. He took me to his new apartment.

"This is nice," I told him in the lobby.

He smiled, "I know. Come on," he said entering the elevator.

As he opened his apartment door I was surprised by what I saw.

"Spencer, this is Julie, my wife," he smiled as the thin red haired women smiled at me.

"Your wife?" I asked as she shook my hand. "That's great." I smiled at them.

"Come on in," she greeted me. "I made lasagna."

I smiled at she went into the kitchen and Eric waited with me in the living room.

"Look at you all married," I teased him.

He blushed a bit, and shrugged. "I know were young but I think were soul mates."

My heart melted and bit and the word soul mates made me think of Logan.

"Are you seeing anyone?" he asked me.

I shook my head, "I was."

"A long time?" he asked.

I nodded, "Three years."

His eyes went wide, "That's long."

I nodded, "Yeah, but it didn't work."

"Well maybe it will in the future, you never know."

I shrugged, "I guess so."

After dinner and a bit of T.V. Eric drove me home.

"Thanks so much Eric," I smiled as he pulled up into the driveway.

He nodded and waved as he drove off.

As I went into the house I peeked into the garage to see if Logan had come back. The mustang still wasn't there. I sighed and turned to go to my room. But of course Scott was there, sitting on the couch, waiting for me.

"Did Logan call?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"How was dinner?" he asked.

I shrugged, "It was fine."

He stood up and smiled as he came over to me.

"What?" I asked as his smile didn't fade.

"You know you're beautiful?" he smiled touching my cheek lightly.

I gave him a small smile.

"Thanks." I told him.

"Hey you wanna watch a movie or something?" he asked innocently.

I shrugged, "Okay."

We sat together on the couch and watched a movie. But I couldn't sit through all of it, I was tired and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning to the sound of the door opening. I opened my eyes as I realized I was lying in Scott's lap. As I sat up Logan stood there, staring at me.

"Logan? Where were you?" I asked.

"What the hell is going on here?" he asked.

"I don't have to explain myself to you Logan, you broke up with me, remember?" I asked.

He didn't have anything to say because he knew I was right.

"We were watching a movie and I fell asleep." I told him.

His frown didn't fade as I came over to him.

"Thank you for saving me from the river," I told him and I hugged his shoulders.

He grunted.

I let go and continued, "I was looking for you when I woke up, and I saw the blood, where did you go?"

He shrugged, "I didn't go anywhere. I just needed some time alone."

"To think?" I asked him.

He nodded, "Kinda."

"Well what did you decide?" I asked.

"Nothing. But I did think about you, and I do love you. But I obviously can't trust you," he said nodding to Scott.

"Nothing is going on between us Logan," I told him. "I love you." I told him. "And I always will."

He shook his head, "I don't believe you."

I opened my mouth to speak but he ignored me and went up to his room. As I turned around I saw Scott open his eyes.

"You were listening weren't you?" I asked him.

He got up and hugged me.

"I was, but only because I care," he told him.

I hugged him tight and said thanks. After he let me go I went upstairs to take a shower. When I came back downstairs the students had come home.

"I got an A on my spaghetti," Kitty smiled at me.

"Wow, really? That's great." I told her.

When she left the kitchen and Scott came in I gave him a funny look.

"What?" he laughed.

"Kitty got an A on her spaghetti," I told him. "But it was awful?"

He nodded.

"What did you do?" I asked him.

"When everyone was asleep I got up and made it again," he shrugged.

I smiled at him. "That's really nice, Scott."

He smiled as he came over to me.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and said, "I wanna kiss you."

I looked down, "I don't know if that's a good idea." I told him.

But soon his lips found mine anyway. He kissed me once then pulled his face away.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he said keeping his forehead to mine as he wrapped his arms around me.

I didn't say anything; I had forgotten what it felt like to be kissed. He kissed me again and again lifting me to sit on the counter. I couldn't believe how unbelievable it made me feel as he ran his hands through my hair and bit at my lips. As he kissed my neck I leaned back in a sense of pure bliss. I pulled his face back to mine as Logan walked into the room.