Chapter Eight Synopsis: Its Kurt's birthday and the X-Men throw a party. But the party isn't even started when life threatening circumstances are thrown into the mix.
I felt Logan's presence and I could almost feel his anger. But I didn't care. I hoped it was eating him alive seeing me kiss someone else. As Scott noticed him too he pulled away from me. Logan didn't look at him, he was staring directly at me. I didn't say anything; I waited for him to speak.
Suddenly he looked away from me to Scott, "You're gonna get yours," he told him angrily.
As Logan left the room Scott looked back to me with a furrowed brow.
"You're not going to chase after him?" he asked.
I shook my head, "I'm tired of chasing, and I don't like to be where I'm not welcome."
He cupped my cheek in his hand and kissed me again. The next morning I awoke to the bustling of kids downstairs. I rolled out of bed and got dressed, today was Kurt's birthday. I went downstairs to find everyone running around in the kitchen and in the living room kids were decorating. I smiled at Kitty who was mixing frosting batter.
"Is Kurt here?" I asked.
"No, Rogue is distracting him until we get everything set up."
I nodded and went out to the living room to help with decorations. As I grabbed a steamer roll someone came up behind me and covered my eyes. I reached for their hands on my face as they asked guess who. I turned around to see Scott smiling. I smiled at him too.
"Did you sleep alright?" he asked.
I nodded, "I had a dream-"
He cut me off by kissing me. I gave him a quizzical look.
"I couldn't help myself," he smiled.
We spent most of the afternoon helping to decorate but around four we were ready for Rogue and Kurt to come back. I went to my room to get my cell phone to call them. As I came into my room I saw Logan sitting on the bed.
"I want to talk to you," he told me.
I held up a finger, "Hold on I have to call Rogue."
I walked into the bathroom and gave her a call. Some had picked up but wasn't saying anything.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Spencer!" I heard Rogue's frantic call. "These men they came and took us, I don't know where were going, you have to help us," she stuttered.
I felt my stomach churn.
"Alright, I'll get the professor to find you just hang in there." I said before hanging up.
When I went back out to my room to grab my jacket Logan had left. I frowned but decided to talk to him later. I ran down to Charles's office and told him what was going on. We went down to the danger room so he could search with cerebro. I waited patiently for him to find their location. He said they were traveling down the interstate. I went to Logan's room and grabbed the keys to the mustang. As I made my way out I told everyone to talk to Charles. I made my way to the garage when I noticed I was being followed. I turned to find Scott.
"I'm coming with you," he told me.
I nodded, "Fine. Let's go."
As we drove down the mountain side we came to a turn.
"Left," Scott said.
"It's right." I told him.
I turned left anyway when I noticed a giant semi coming our way. If I didn't move the car it would hit the passenger's side and kill Scott. I swerved to avoid it and drifted off the road. I sighed as the semi passed.
"Um Spencer," Scott said as he leaned back in his seat.
I looked to him in question. Suddenly I saw what he saw. We had crossed the median and were in the way of traffic again. A car was coming and would surely hit my side of the car. Scott grabbed the wheel as I braced myself for the impact. He tired to move us off the road but he didn't make it in time. The other car hit us and sent the mustang spinning off the mountain side. The last thing I remember was hitting my head of the steering wheel.
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I was in extreme pain when I stirred. As I opened my eyes blood dripped into my vision. I quickly tried to wipe the blood away when I felt arms around me. I was being pulled from the car. I felt the hard ground as the person let me sit but still kept their hold. They wiped the blood from my eyes.
"Logan?" I whispered.
"Shh, I'm here," he said. "It's alright."
I moaned as I felt my head throb.
He gently put his hands on my head, "You're healing to slowly."
I tired to get up, "I'll be alright," I said as I fell back down again.
"At this rate you'll bleed to death before you heal," he told me.
I looked him in the eyes because I knew what he was about to do.
I grabbed his arm, "Don't." I told him.
He shook his head, "I can't let you die, it would kill me."
I felt my eyes fill up with tears as my heart crippled from his words. As I let out a sob he cut his wrist. Between my loud sobs he held his wrist to my mouth. I drank the blood and felt instantly better. I touched my hand to find the gash gone. I threw my arms around him.
"I love you," I sobbed into his shoulder.
He nodded as he rubbed my back. "We have to help Scott," he told me.
I had totally forgotten about him. I let Logan go to crawl back into the car and pull Scott out. He didn't look so good but he didn't have any major wounds.
"Here let me take him," Logan said.
I backed up and watched as Logan reached into the car and grabbed Scott. He carried him back to the X-Van. He hated Scott, I knew that. But he was still willing to help him. He wasn't an animal; he was a sweet caring man. The man I always knew he was, but I had let Scott convince me otherwise.
Back at the institute I had found out that Rogue and Kurt were alright. The other X-Men had found them and everything had turned out okay.
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"Hey how are you?" I asked Scott as I entered his room.
He shrugged, "I'm alright. It still kind of hurts but I'll be okay."
I smiled at him as I sat down in the chair next to his bed.
"I think I might have had some consciousness though," he said. "I heard you talking to Logan."
I frowned, "You did?"
He nodded, "You told him you loved him."
I sighed, "I'm sorry you had to hear that."
He looked down, "Do you, still love him, I mean?" he asked.
I nodded, "And I always will."
He frowned at me.
"Just like you're always going to love Jean." I told him.
"But Jean isn't standing in the way of us being together," he said.
"Maybe not but do you really want to be with someone who still loves someone else?" I asked him.
"You'll forget about him," he hoped.
I shook my head at him. He frowned again and I decided I had to go.
Later that night when I was in my room I was surprised to hear the door open. I came out of the bathroom to see Logan standing there. I raised my eyebrows at him.
"I just wanted to see if you were alright."
"I am, thank you for saving me," I told him.
"What was that the other night?" he asked.
I knew he was referring to the kiss.
"A kiss." I told him.
He shook his head, "No, it wasn't. It was so much more than that. At first I thought you were doing it to spite me but you looked happy."
"Maybe I was happy." I shrugged.
"How?" he asked.
"Because maybe I'm sick of waiting for your forgiveness, Logan. I'm tired of you judging me. Love doesn't work like that. If you loved me you could look past everything and just be with me. But you won't do that, so you can only blame yourself."
"Are you trying to say what you did was right?"
I shook my head, "No it wasn't. But I'm tired of waiting for someone who won't be with me. You can't blame me for wanting to kiss someone who actually does want to be with me."
"I guess I can't, your right," he said.
I nodded. He stepped closer to me so we were inches apart.
"But can you honestly say that if I was to kiss you right now, you wouldn't want that?" he asked.
I felt myself get weak in the knees.
"That depends, are you going to?" I asked.
He grabbed my face in his hands and leaned in to kiss me. He came centimeters close but then pulled away. I gave him an annoyed look. Then he turned around and went to the door. I thought he was going to leave but he locked it. When he turned back around I raised an eyebrow. He smirked as he waited by the door. So he wanted me to come to him. I took my time making my steps very silky and slow. And I could see the anticipation in his eyes. For good measure I threw off my jacket too. I came up to him so we were inches apart. He raised his eyebrows at me as I ran a hand threw his hair.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked.
I shrugged, "You wanted to kiss me, remember?"
He grinned and held my face in his hands again. He moved his face closer to mine slowly. Tired of waiting I pushed him against the door and kissed him. As we made out I pulled off his jacket. I was surprised when he picked me up by my knees and threw me on the bed. As he crawled on top of me he took off his shirt.
As he took off my clothes I asked, "Are we really doing this?"
He looked me straight in the eyes, "I love you."
I smiled at him and kissed his neck.
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Logan held me tightly as we lay in bed together. He nuzzled his nose against my neck and kissed it lightly. I flipped over so I could face him.
"I love you," I told him.
He smiled at me but it quickly faded. I was about to ask him what was wrong but I heard a scream. We quickly got up and got dressed. I was the first one out of the room and stopped short when I saw Scott saw in the hall. He looked like he was in shock. When Logan came up behind me buttoning his pants his expression didn't change.
He seemed to shake his head to clear his thoughts, "Rogue and Kitty are gone," he said.
