Scott tossed the final remains of glass into the trash bin before setting the broom and dustpan aside. He bent down to reach for the plastic bag inside of the bin before Logan intervened extracting it from Scott's hand.

"I'll take care of this," Logan offered up quietly, breaking the suffocating silence that had surrounded them after Scott had walked in on Logan in the midst of his bloodied outburst in the shower. Now as the two men had salvaged the bathroom to the best of their ability, it seemed that they had plenty to discuss outside of the room. "You should be resting."

"After what just happened," Scott shook his head in refusal, "not a chance. You're going to tell me what's going on."

"I don't know where to start," Logan shrugged his shoulders before following Scott out of the bathroom with the trash bag in hand.

"The beginning sounds like a good place," Scott suggested carrying the broom and dustpan down the stairs to the first level of the house.

"I don't even know where that is anymore," Logan divulged opening up the back door to set the trash bag on the porch out of harm's way before returning to discover Scott over by the sink washing his hands. "Look, I know that I gave you quite a scare up there before, but…"

"It's not like I haven't done worse over the last few weeks," Scott sighed bringing a damp hand up through his dark hair. Leaning back against the countertop, Scott eyed Logan curiously, "So what gives?"

"I went up to take a shower after Hank and I got back and…" Logan paused looking around the kitchen, "I'm assuming they left a little while ago?"

Scott nodded, "Hank was in a bit of a hurry after you returned. He said something about having to get back to school to finish something, which I assume is about what the two of you did when you slipped off with one another earlier without warning?"

Logan caught the way Scott's eyebrow raised, heard the hint of questioning in his voice when it was clear Scott was seeking out an answer. Stepping forward Logan contemplated his words before speaking up.

"That's not important right now," Logan dismissed the question before washing his hands as well. He could feel Scott's eyes upon him, penetrating his skin when Logan let out a breath, "Seriously it's not relevant to what's happening."

"Considering that you just shattered the shower door I'd say something intense is going on," Scott stood up taller, folding his arms in front of his chest, "so lay it on me. What is it?"

"Jean," Logan finally blurted out. Pressing his palms over the edge of the counter so that his fingertips curled into the top of the sink Logan let out another long sigh, "I saw her when I was in the shower."

"Saw her how?" Scott questioned worriedly, his tone shifting with even more concern.

"I thought it was you," Logan raised his chin up, meeting Scott's eyes after the initial hesitation, "then she started saying things, doing things and…"

"What kind of things?" Scott asked wearily when Logan stood up taller.

"She was trying to goad me to react," Logan replied in a neutral tone, "but with each taunt, she kept pushing the limit, going deeper and deeper in an attempt to coax me over the edge…"

"You mean like what's happened to me?" Scott let out an ironic laugh, "So now you're seeing her manifest too?"

"It proves that you're not losing it Scott, but again I've said that all along. When we were at the school I'd felt it too, just not as strong as it's hitting you," Logan reached out to stroke the side of Scott's face, unable to refrain from touching him, "It should show us that there's something bigger happening…"

"Ororo believes that Jean's still alive," Scott looked away, focusing on the stove across the room, "She thinks that Jean is out there and that she was the one who saved my life after Victor attacked me."

"I'm aware of that," Logan nodded quietly.

"You are?" Scott raised his head up again to search Logan's features, "Did you…did you see the footage?"

Logan nodded, "I did."

"And?" Scott couldn't help, but ask, "Was it her? Was she really there?"

"I don't know Scott," Logan rolled his shoulders back causing his neck to crack, "When the footage was shot it wasn't clear. There was a woman who looked like Jean, but she never showed her face. Beyond that she knew her way around the school and how to avoid the surveillance cameras so there isn't anything else to back it up."

"Even so, Ororo is convinced," Scott prodded for further answers, "Do you think that…?"

"She didn't show you the footage?" Logan raised a curious brow.

"I think she was afraid to after what I'd told her about how Jean is haunting me," Scott bit back on his words, stifling his confession for a few seconds before turning away, "and maybe a part of me was afraid as well. In seeing her on the footage, in realizing that she was there, then it makes everything more real-more…"

"Solvable," Logan finished stepping forward to wrap his arms around Scott tentatively, "Scott, if she's behind all that's been happening, then we can find her and neutralize her once and for all."

"How?" Scott questioned closing his eyes and leaning back into Logan, "How can we do that when we don't have any real inkling of what's going on with her? If she's been alive all this time, waiting out there, harboring all this rage and anger…"

"Then we help her find peace," Logan suggested squeezing Scott tighter in his arms, "We help her free herself from the grip Phoenix has on her and…"

"I told Ororo we'd go back tomorrow," Scott blurted out, no longer able to hold back on his promise to his friend when he shifted in Logan's arms, focusing in on Logan's eyes again.

"I figured as much," Logan nodded keeping Scott close to him, "I wouldn't expect anything less out of you once you learned that Jean might be out there. I knew you'd want to get to the bottom of this and help Jean if need be."

"I'm sure I'm going to be the last person Jean wants to have help her with anything if she's still out there," Scott reminded him with a tiny shudder carrying over him. "Given how angry Phoenix has been in our exchanges in my mind…"

"Phoenix might be beyond reasonable, but a part of me feels Jean wouldn't be if you could truly reach her again. Scott, despite all of the things that played out between the three of us, I know that Jean wanted you. She chose you even when she was facing conflict over wanting you and me…"

"You've always said that Logan, but let's face it her journal told us a very different tale. If you top that off by the fact that I broke her heart when she learned about my feelings for you, well I might be the one person she wants to seek out and destroy. It's been evident in the rage she's surrounded me by lately," Scott couldn't help, but recall, "and on some level she might be justified in that to some degree."

"I thought we went over this time and time again Scott," Logan frowned back at him. "In terms of Jean's feelings…"

"I know that I'm not supposed to obsess over it Logan, but if you're being taunted by her and I'm being haunted to the point that I'm ready to destroy everything around me, then that tells me if she is out there, she's not ready to let go of the anger. Even if she was the one that arrived at the school that night and saved me, who is to say it was because she wanted anything more than to make me suffer all over again for hurting her?" Scott questioned with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

"Do you honestly believe that Scott? Given your history with Jean, don't you think that there could be a part of her that didn't want you to suffer? That wanted you to stay here to live to fight the good fight another day?"

"Now you sound like Ororo," Scott let out an ironic laugh, "which tells me she's found a way to reach you or you're saying what you think I need to hear."

"Considering that I'm finding it hard to come up with a logical, reasonable explanation for any of this beyond the hope that Phoenix is causing all this chaos if Jean is out there, I don't know what else to say," Logan admitted honestly, "On some level knowing that she was responsible for all of this-that the primitive part of her personality that was locked away before is guiding this force, it would make it easier. However, right now we don't have much to go on other than a few daunting images our subconscious has forced upon us and a sketchy surveillance video that may or may not be her."

"There are so many questions and so little answers," Scott bit down on his lower lip, "I don't like that Logan. I don't like it at all."

"Neither do I," Logan shivered at the memory of his confrontation with Jean, "but at the same time there are so many things we need to talk about. There are some questions that have been raised that…"

"I know what we need to do. I realize that this can't be ignored any longer when it's spiraling out of control. I know that it's escalating, becoming something that could bury us all if we don't do something to change it. I realize it's about taking action and just devoting everything to solving the situation," Scott gulped down harder than he'd intended, "but a part of me doesn't want to go there just yet. Don't get me wrong, I want to fix this-more than anything I want to stop the awful feeling inside of me, but right now I just..."

"Okay," Logan mouthed tentatively when Scott's tension mounted, "then we don't have to…"

"Of course we have to, but right now," Scott shifted in his arms, turning to face Logan fully. Opening his blue eyes, Logan could see the confusion contained beneath their depths, "I just want to focus on you-on one last night of freedom before I submit myself to discovering the truth. I know that after tonight, we'll be seeking out answers which means, research, testing with Hank and understanding what's missing from the past that could've played a hand in all of this."

"Scott," Logan reached out to touch his face tenderly, "look I know that it sounds like it's going to be a lot to face, but…"

"I don't want to think that I'm going crazy," Scott let out an ironic laugh, "All signs are pointing to that. Hell, deep down I know that a part of me has succumbed to madness when all I can see is the pain that's surrounded me. When I think about how I went after that man earlier…"

"He had it coming to him a long time in the making," Logan hesitated thinking about Scott's time in captivity. Suddenly on edge in remembering Jean's taunts intermingled with Hank's words, Logan cleared his throat, "I know it's been tormenting you Scott, but…"

"There was no excuse for what I did. Whether he deserved it or not, it wasn't up to me to make that decision," Scott lowered his head shamefully. He detangled himself from Logan's arms and walked out of the kitchen into the living room.

"Scott," Logan followed seeing Scott over by the fireplace, looking at the photo of him and Charles on the mantle.

"Charles only asked one thing of me and that was to keep it in check-to be better than what I could be," Scott fingers the top of the photo frame, letting out an ironic laugh, "and now I've become the very thing that we've despised. I'm out of control, consumed by madness, engulfed in rage…"

"It's not your fault," Logan softened his tone, watching Scott lower his head with a sad laugh.

"I'm aware of that, but it doesn't change what I've done," Scott bit back on his words. "In remembering I thought that it wouldn't change me, but it has Logan. It's shown me so many things that my mind couldn't take before…"

"I'm sorry," Logan lowered his head shamefully, "I wish you hadn't experienced that."

"You and me both," Scott sighed, tipping his head to the side to reveal the tearful depths of his blue eyes before Logan, "but I can't shut it off. I can't forget the things that they did to me or the others. Their screams haunt me, slip into my subconscious and I can't shut them off. I can't ignore them, nor can I feel remorse in knowing he's dead."

"How…how did you…?" Logan raised his head up to see the expression on Scott's face.

"That he's dead?" Scott let out an ironic laugh before shaking his head, "You're horrible at hiding things Logan. As if I didn't know what that shower was about. You killed him after you knocked me out and then you took Hank back to help you remove the body, didn't you?"

Logan tried to read Scott's features, to brace himself for the reaction Scott would have to the news before shaking his head, "I wanted to, but I couldn't…"

"Why?" Scott questioned tentatively.

"Because I knew we wouldn't be able to get what we needed if I did. I know it sounds ridiculous given that you're well aware of all the killing and death that surrounded my past, but this time, well this time I wanted answers out of him-to know the truth about…" Logan stopped himself seeing something pass over Scott's twisted features.

"About me?" Scott interrupted taking a step closer to Logan before rethinking the movement and pulling back. "Is that what you were hoping to get out of him? To learn what they did to me back then when I was in captivity before?"

"We both have been seeking out answers about the things Stryker did," Logan nodded quietly, "so I'd just assumed if I'd asked him what he did when…"

"When I was trapped?" Scott raised a speculative brow, his features darkening when he looked to Logan. "You were hoping he could tell you what he did to push me over the edge, weren't you?"

"I had a lot of questions for him Scott," Logan divulged taking in a breath, "some about that time yes and others…"

"If you were seeking out a more in depth reasoning behind the source of my anger where he was concerned it was stemmed from the fact that he nearly beat me to death Logan," Scott explained answering the unspoken question that was on the tip of Logan's tongue. "He and his friends took their turns at target practice in using their fists, fury, a hammer and a wire around my neck to keep me subdued all because I dared to fight back."

"Scott, I…I'm sorry…" Logan felt a pang of guilt at having imposed an invasion on Scott's tortured past by hinting that he'd wanted to know the truth about Scott's private suffering.

"I'm not," Scott decided standing taller and puffing out his chest, "Yes, it hurt like hell to endure that and maybe at the time I wished for death, but if I hadn't have fought back, then I shudder to think what the alternative would've been for me."

"Scott, I know I should've just asked you, but there were other questions and concerns I'd had. When the guy starting talking earlier, I just thought that maybe he would tell me something that…" Logan prepared to say something else, to conjure up some words of consolation, but instead he found himself at a loss.

"Victor never touched me that way either," Scott blurted out, catching Logan off guard with his statement. "He did a lot of horrible things, but never that. There are ways for monsters to break a person without using sexual violence as a weapon."

"Scott I…" Logan felt his face flushed with embarrassment over the conclusions that he'd drawn from the vile things Scott's one time captor had put into his mind back in the barn about Victor's possessiveness where Scott had been concerned during Scott's time in captivity.

"You didn't have to ask," Scott turned away from him, walking across the room to look out onto the night beyond the walls of the house, "I knew as soon as Hank told you about his theory of the origins of my new powers that it would enter into your mind. Given Victor's obsession with trying to destroy me, I knew you'd think the worst-that you'd believe that I was desperate enough to give in to…"

"No, I didn't believe that," Logan stepped forward, feeling relief wash over him in the moment, "Anything that you submitted yourself to during that time was something that you couldn't control. You were put into a bad situation Scott and…"

"Then I was a victim that endured a great many horrible things," Scott wrapped his arms around his body, "but I wouldn't allow myself to be victimized in that way regardless of who might've wanted to give it a try. Call it survival instincts or simply fear of what that could mean, but when it got down to it, I fought with every breath inside of me to keep that from happening. The man from the pub earlier today wanted it, tried to force it on me, but as you could see in his face, I didn't allow him the luxury. He failed so he opted for another approach in breaking me. With Victor, well, it was more about blood lust. He enjoyed hearing me scream-loved the agony that carried over me in trying to break me. It gave him a rush in trying to break me in almost every way imaginable, but in that respect he held back…"

"In the past I'd seen moments where he hadn't with others," Logan confessed shamefully, "I've known that he's done horrible things…"

"I'm not saying he didn't do them to the others," Scott replied stiffly, his voice hollow and lost in the past, "but just not to me. He enjoyed tearing me to pieces far too much to move onto any other kind of torment. He said it was my ability to keep from screaming just long enough to draw it out and make it enjoyable for him that really made me his favorite. He liked how I tried to keep it together and be strong before he broke me time and time again. He said it was his favorite part of the day in my fight before giving in to anguish…"

"Scott I…" Logan found himself at a loss, wishing he could say something to console his mate.

"I survived it Logan, but others didn't. I can hear their screams Logan. I can feel their pain-their misery," Scott trembled as the thought carried over him, "I try to shut it off, but Jean opened the door to it. I remember all of their screams, all of their cries for mercy, begging for someone to save them, but for a great many of them no one ever did."

"Scott," Logan stepped forward in a tentative stride. He placed his hand on Scott's shoulder, squeezing it gently in spite of the anger and helplessness that he'd felt in his heart over what Scott had endured, "I just wish…"

"For so many of them they didn't have a reprieve. They didn't have a savior when they needed one," Scott choked up on his words when his fingers pressed up over Logan's to hold his hand to his shoulder in a desperate squeeze, "They didn't have you."

"Scott, I'm far from anyone's savior," Logan mouthed painfully knowing of all the hurt he'd brought to others in his past.

"You're mine Logan," Scott blurted out in a raw, broken tone. Turning around to face Logan fully, he addressed him again behind tearful, blue eyes, "You've always been mine."

"I know you think that Scott, but I should've done something more. I should've stopped them sooner before they could…" Logan reached out to touch the side of Scott's face, thumb brushing over a tear that carried upon his pale skin.

"We both should've," Scott closed his eyes again. Bringing his fingers up over Logan's, he massaged the wide surface of Logan's thick fingertips tenderly, "but at the end of the day I know that the only reason I'm still alive right now is because of you Logan."

"You're alive because you're a fighter Slim…because you've always been a fighter even back then," Logan choked up on his words remembering what Hank had said to him about the torment Scott had endured.

"It wasn't your fault with what they did to me or any of us," Scott held Logan's hand tighter against his face. "Stryker had an agenda long before he sucked you into his world."

"What?" Logan blinked back at him before frowning, "Scott, are you in my…?"

"I can't help it. I know you asked me to stay out, but the temptation to seek out the truth was too strong," Scott admitted quietly, "I knew something was troubling you, figured it might have to do with what Hank said about me. I had to know if you were thinking that…"

"Scott, I don't think that…" Logan attempted to pull himself away, but Scott's grip on him intensified keeping Logan close to him. He watched Scott shudder slightly, his teeth biting into his lower lip as Logan's thoughts betrayed him, replaying the talk with Hank leading up to the ugly scene Logan had envisioned when Jean had joined Logan in the shower. Scott tensed, drawing back with a gasp before releasing Logan. "Scott…"

"Logan, what Jean showed you," Scott shivered at the intensity of the memory Jean had tried to implant in Logan's mind, "it wasn't real. It didn't happen like that. When we…it…it didn't play out that way…"

"I know that Slim," Logan replied quietly, hoping to do anything, but show the few doubts that had carried over him in the moment.

"No, you don't," Scott argued with a disapproving stare, "You want me to believe you're convinced that you didn't hurt me, but the manifestation of Jean has you feeling otherwise. She's good at seeking out a person's fears and exploiting them. I didn't understand that before, but after everything she's put me through over the last few days, I can't help, but realize it now. Whether she thinks she's in control or not, every time she invades me I can see her more clearly. I can feel her driving force and motivations in trying to break me. It doesn't help me stop her, but it gives me insight and clarity on her purpose in her madness. I can see she preys on the things that terrifies us. It quenches her thirst for destruction and gives her power."

"Scott," Logan started to protest.

"No Logan. I understand it now," Scott took in a labored breath, "She knows that more than anything you are afraid of hurting me. She looked inside of you and saw that, using it to make you feel something that you shouldn't, much like she's done with my guilt over how I'd hurt her. She spots a weakness and exploits it."

"What she showed me Slim…" Logan spoke up wearily, "it was so vivid. When we were sharing your thoughts and I saw that chair before…"

"That chair was the worst possible place I've ever been, but nothing horrible that happened there involved you," Scott explained solemnly, his eyes clouded by his emotions.

"You weren't able to see at the time Scott. In remembering I know that Chuck blocked that part of the past out of your mind," Logan explained with an uneasiness in his voice.

"Just because I didn't have my eyes didn't mean I wasn't able to have recall Logan. As you saw at the pub when I recognized that man's voice, I reacted," Scott reached out to take Logan's hand in his, "You know as well as I do that I've never reacted that way to you. The mind may lose sight of the details, but the body never forgets."

"Considering that I'd have a strong argument against that one myself Scott…," Logan opened his mouth to protest Scott's words.

"Your lost your memories, but your physical response never kept the truth from you," Scott's fingertips played over the center of Logan's chest. "From the start you felt a connection to me, a certain attraction that perhaps didn't reveal itself at the time you rescued me, but it was there for us. We both felt something that neither one of us could explain."

"There were a lot of horrible things I did in my time being associated with Stryker," Logan revealed full of doubt, "I was a soldier and…"

"When they challenged your integrity, you walked," Scott offered up in response.

"Scott, there was a point in my life when I had no integrity. I didn't think about anything beyond action, certainly not of consequence," Logan explained with an uneasiness in his tone.

"Regardless when they pushed the envelope too far, you had enough. You couldn't take it any longer because you didn't believe in sitting back and allowing the blood of the innocents to be spilled," Scott mouthed stepping in closer to him, "Whether you wanted to be a hero or not Logan, you emerged as one back at that facility."

"Perhaps, but when I think about what happened to you Scott," Logan shuddered feeling Scott's fingers slide up into his thick, dark hair. "In what Hank said about the test results when you arrived at the school…"

"I had the weight of the world on my shoulders when I arrived there Logan," Scott continued coaxing Logan to meet his concerned eyes again, "When those men almost killed me that night one of Stryker's more compassionate soldiers found me. He took me to the medical ward and they weren't convinced I'd pull through the attack. Stryker was there and he was furious. The details are still a bit sketchy, but in the assessment of my condition, Stryker ordered them to give me an injection. I was barely cohesive at the time, but I vaguely remember them talking about Weapon X and the next day, well my fingers had healed much like my hand did in Ohio. I didn't remember it until earlier today after we returned, but looking back I can see that my kneecap was no longer shattered after the injection. My ribs were barely bruised and…"

"An injection," Logan repeated feeling a moment of relief carry over him.

Scott nodded, "Yeah an injection. It was the first of many, but at the time I didn't understand. I didn't know what he was doing. I was afraid he was finding a new way of trying to kill me, but when the wounds began to heal, I didn't question it. Unlike what they'd done to others I was getting stronger. I wasn't dead and even in enduring torture, I was able to walk away without the scars…beyond the few that simply wouldn't leave from that night."

"Did you tell Hank about any of this?" Logan couldn't help, but question.

Scott shook his head again, "No. When he mentioned his findings to me, I didn't really give it the consideration that was needed at the time. Perhaps it was because I didn't want to think about it until I had to. However, once I had memory recall, I figured you and I should discuss it first before I opened the door to the past given that I knew you might be compelled to believe the worst."

"So then you're saying that…" Logan's eyes widened with surprise.

"Somehow Stryker in all of his madness felt the need to keep me alive. He wanted me to fulfill some kind of agenda for him, so he used something that you'd left behind to ensure that I wasn't going anywhere until I served my purpose with him," Scott explained standing up taller, a newfound sense of relief carrying over him, "so contrary to everyone's belief about what happened to me back then, I wasn't sexually assaulted. I didn't offer myself up as some kind of payment to my tormenters for my chance at freedom, nor did I spend any of my time on the streets before that trying to sell myself because of my condition."

"Selling yourself on the streets?" Logan blinked back at him with confusion in his tone.

"It's a long story, but let's just say that there are a lot of things children can be when someone different is around and unfortunately their means of speculation can breed cruelty even within our community," Scott divulged quietly, turning to look at the photo of him and Xavier once again, "I wasn't exactly Mr. Popular, so a lot of my peers came up with these outlandish speculations about my origins when they learned about where I'd come from. I mean how else could someone like me survive on their own if they hadn't been doing the worst of the worst, right? Or better yet the real question that lingered of how else could the blind kid stay alive before Xavier took pity upon him and played favorites in giving the weak one a leadership role?"

"Kids are idiots Scott," Logan frowned hearing the traces of pain in Scott's words. "They don't think and…"

"They aren't taught to in some cases," Scott took in a breath and faced Logan again, "but it didn't matter. When I came to the school I might've been afraid of me as well. There were so many things that were haunting me, so many feelings of survivor's guilt in escaping when others weren't able to. It consumed me and if it wasn't for Xavier trying to protect me…"

"He did a good thing Scott," Logan finally conceded, "He was trying to help you and it worked at a time when you needed it the most."

"I lost you when he did that," Scott stepped forward reaching out to touch the side of Logan's face, "I lost the memory of you saving me. When I found you again I was cruel and bitter, yet…"

"Hey, I wasn't a prince either," Logan couldn't help, but offer up a nervous laugh, "I didn't hold any lingering recollection of that time Slim."

"Even so the fact that you were there when I needed you the most got me thinking about everything Logan," Scott added again sliding his fingers into Logan's hair, "You're always here for me even when I'm not able to make sense of myself. I know I've been one problem after another lately, but…"

"You're far from being a problem," Logan cut him off abruptly, "Considering that you and I both have a great deal more in common than we initially thought, I think it's safe to say that we were destined to find one another-to be together."

"Together from pain to what? To joy? To bliss? To more pain and suffering for our sins?" Scott questioned worriedly, his eyes lost and confused by circumstance, "Is that what we're meant to be constantly surrounded by? Finding love again only to have it torn away from us when the world decides it's not what we need?"

"Not at all," Logan shook his head refusing to accept that answer, "we're just two people who happen to have a lot on our plates, but together, well we're just getting ready to sort it all out."

"I might be losing my mind Logan. If we discover that Jean's not really out there-that we're all wrong and her presence is simply a manifestation in my head brought on by a mixture of guilt and the testing that Stryker did on me in the past, then I'm going to have to accept the fact that…" Scott opened his mouth to protest, to immerse himself in the possibility.

"You aren't crazy," Logan urged him on further, "I know that's not what's happening here Scott. Deep down you realize that as well."

"You're biased because you love me Logan," Scott let out an ironic laugh, "You always want to see the best in me when I see the worst in the world that surrounds me. Anyone else would already be preparing a room to have me committed to a mental ward because…"

"You're only seeing the worst because that's what someone is trying to make you see," Logan curved his finger in over Scott's spine, crushing him in closer to Logan's chest. "Besides it stands to reason if you've lost your mind, then I have as well because we've both seen things. There's something out there whether it's Jean or someone else that has been specifically targeting us."

"They're doing one hell of a job with it," Scott conceded with a sigh, "If things keep up at this rate, then…"

"We're going to fight this. We're going to stay strong together and find a way to stop the chaos that's surrounded our lives since we returned to the school," Logan promised leaning in to press a chaste kiss over Scott's lips.

Scott wrapped his arms around Logan's shoulders, holding him closer than before. His fingertips rose up into the tousled edges of Logan's dark hair, "I wish I had your faith Logan."

"Hey, I don't have faith in anything," Logan dropped his hands down to pick Scott up, coaxing Scott to slide up into his arms, "any of it that I have now came from you. You're the one who always looks forward to a better tomorrow out there."

"That's because I stopped pretending that they didn't exist when I fell in love with you," Scott slurred squeezing his arms around Logan's strong, powerful shoulders. He arched forward, lips colliding with Logan's in a desperate, frenzied movement, sparking a reaction inside of Logan with their kiss all the while hoping to put the nightmares behind them for the time being.