Scott stormed through the New Xavier School, Warren's words still running fresh through his mind.

"Scott!" Laura called from behind him. "Jean said that you were looking for me."

Scott quickly grabbed Laura and kissed her, meaning he was promptly rewarded with the sound of her claws being released. But he didn't let go. Despite the fear of soon having two adamantium blade-shaped holes in his abdomen, Scott continued kissing her until he felt her relax slightly.

"Hi." He whispered when their lips parted.

"Hi." It was the first time he had actually seen her smile. It was beautiful, of course. "Next time, you might not want to take me by surprise like that."

She held up her right hand and winced slightly as her claws retracted.

"Sorry." Scott blushed.

"Why..." Laura didn't really know how to form an appropriate question. What was she supposed to say after a kiss like that?

"I was thinking about what I would have left behind if I had chosen to go with my dad that day." Scott stepped closer to her and pushed his hand into her hair gently. "I don't want to leave you, Laura. I really like you."

"I- I like you too, Scott. I mean, I think..." She wrinkled her nose and pouted slightly.

"You think?" He laughed.

"Emotions aren't really my strong suit." She blushed slightly, immediately regretting it. Laura Kinney does not blush, she thought.

"I can help you with that." He whispered, softly brushing his lips against hers. It was strange. She'd never been treated like this by a guy she really cared for since Julian. She shook the thought away quickly.

"Scott," She sighed. "You're angry."

"No, I'm not." He lied.

"You can't really hide your emotions from someone with enhanced senses." She whispered.

"I just had an argument with someone, that's all." He shrugged, as if it was just a debate over who got the biggest burger in the cafeteria.

"Are you okay?" Laura of all people knew not to pry too much into other people's issues.

"Fine." He lied again.

"Okay," She looked away from him slightly. He didn't need to know that she knew he was lying.

"Can I kiss you again or do you sort of want to stab me through the chest right now?" Scott plastered on a fake smile as he tried to push the memories of his fight with Warren from his mind.

"Guess." She smiled up at him. Scott treated her like a normal person, and she liked that. He made her feel awkward and young, but normal. She wasn't just 'the emotionless clone of that angry guy that's always on the news' to Scott. She was just Laura. There were few people that treated her that way.

"I'm gunna hope for kissing." He laughed slightly.

"Maybe you should try it and see." She said the words like a dare. Scott quickly followed the not-so-subtle command and kissed her lips slowly. She draped her arms over his shoulders and relaxed into his body. Although Scott's mind was still slightly on Warren, he couldn't ignore the voice in his head that told him he was definitely not Kinsey-six-gay. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

It was a strange feeling for Scott. Despite the fact Laura could probably kick the asses of anyone in this place, she felt far more fragile in his arms than Warren ever did. Maybe it's just a girl thing, he thought dismissively.

"Laura! Scott!" Scott pulled back quickly to see his older self stood in the doorway. "This is still a school, remember? Can you take your PDAs somewhere else please?"

"Sorry." Scott fiddled with his glasses awkwardly.

"Scott, can I talk to you in private for a moment?" Present day Scott asked his younger self, feeling suitably uncomfortable.

"Sure." Scott turned to Laura. "Can I meet you in my room? I'll be up in a minute."

"Okay." Laura eyed them both suspiciously, sensing something was off, and then promptly left the room.

"What happened to Warren?" Older Scott asked when he was sure Laura was out of earshot (eg. A floor up in the elevator).

"He cheated on us, if you must know." Scott snapped.

"With who?" Older Scott couldn't hide the slight hurt in his tone. He didn't want them to be together, but he still had feelings for Warren even now.

"Some guy from the Jean Grey School." Scott growled.

"Who?"

"It doesn't matter." Scott pushed past his older counterpart and hit the call button for the elevator. "I've got to go."

"Where is he now?" Older Scott questioned.

"I'm assuming down in New York, with... Him." Scott shrugged dismissively. He tried to look like he didn't care, but it was impossible. Instead, he stepped inside the elevator and willed for the doors to close faster so that he could be left alone.