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Chapter 6

Sunglasses at Night

Scott was certain that this was the craziest thing that he had done in his entire life. And if he failed he was certain that his life would end in the next few minutes. He slipped into the X-Men garage under the cover of darkness. Logans red bike sitting dauntingly before him.

Oh boy. This was dangerous. He pushed the bike silently to the gate and crept out in the night. Lucky as hell that the keys had been in the ignition already.

At a safe enough distance he started her up and was on his way.

The point was a common spot for teens to go and make out. You could see the interstate clear as day from that spot.

He assumed that's why the Other mutant had chosen it. And he took great pleasure in the surprised look on Sabertooth's face as the stopped at the top of the hill.

"Holy shit. You are a ballsy one aren't you. That's Logan's bike aint it?"

Scott only smirked, he didn't come to socialize he had a job to do.

"So what exactly are we on?" He asked

"Right to the point. Alright I respect that. At exactly 10:30 a truck carrying a ton a cash is gonna hit that interstate. Your job is intercept it. Take out the driver and the armed guard and drive down til you hit old peeler road. There will be a plane waiting for you there. Got all that kid?" The Cat mutant growled out.

Scott thought about Lance and nodded. He was more than skilled enough to pull it off. "Backup?" He asked after a moment.

"Remy will have your back he's waiting down there already. And here you'll need these." Sabertooth tossed the object to Scott with incredible accuracy and Scott shook his head at the dark black glasses ever so similar to his own. Black ruby quartz.

He swaped his for the new ones blinking to adjust to the fact that everything was suddenly in vivid color. Magneto would have the technology to improve his shades. And would have a pair ready in the event of Scott changing sides.

Scary thought.

"Fine. You ready for this?" Scott asked, nerves creeping up on him, but he shoved them down. He didn't have time for them at the moment.

Sabertooth barked out a laugh and then grinned, "Are you."

And so they rode off in separate directions. And Scott took off like a bat outta hell.

Another bike fell into step with his easily, A brown trench coat billowing in the wind. Scott revved up and went even faster, heart beating a million and one miles per hour.

The truck they were after was just ahead. The roads were deathly clear and quiet aside from the few stragglers here and there.

Perfect night for a robbery. Big step up from the corner store. But hey he liked to go above and beyond expectations. He saw his opportunity at last, the over hanging sign ahead of the truck read right turn in a half mile Old Peeler Rd. and Scott hit with a straight one point shot.

The sign did just as thought crashing into the trucks wind shield causing it to skid to a grinding halt in the road.

Both the driver and a police officer with him exited anticipating the upcoming trouble. And Gambit was there to deliver it. Sparking playing cards flashed and exploded in the air, creating a smoke screen.

Giving Scott barely any time to react before another person slammed into him. He had training. But so did Scott. Pushing back the other with ease knocking him out with a straight punch to the face. Looking over just in time to see Remy take out the armed guard leaving him out on the ground out like a light.

The road was empty otherwise, so while Remy tied up the Guard and driver Scott moved the bikes to a place they wouldn't be spotted. Then they climbed in the truck and took off for the old road.

Scott was shaking. Fear, excitement, anxiety. He didn't know which it was but his heart was hammering in his chest and he wished he didn't feel as satisfied with the job he had done as he did. The road was pitch black only the head lights shining ahead in the distance and it was a ten minute drive down at least. Too long in Scotts opinion.

"You know, I was at the Xiaver school for a short time when I was your age. And never once was there a lesson on sleeping with the enemy and robbing armored cars. But hey guess they could've expanded the curiculum in all this time eh." Remy said with a half smile, he was teasing and Scott knew it. He could play that game to though.

"I'm Multi-talented what can i say." He answered evenly.

"This have anyting' to do wit your girl bangin' wolverine?" The other asked.

And for a moment Scott thought he would lose it. Even Magneto's team knew!

"What is it with you so called bad guys being so damn truthfull is what I want to know." Scott said with an annoyed grunt. And at this Remy let out his signature bad guy laugh.

"Its because we don' have shit to lose by telling you truth kid, no emotional attatchments."

They could see the plane and to Scotts surprise Magneto was waiting as well.

Perfect.

With the cash unloaded, Scott waited off to see side as Remy spoke with Magneto who eyed him curiously before approaching.

"I must say when Sabertooth told me It would be you pulling this job I thought he was pulling my leg but here you are." The white haired man said softly, eyes assessing.

"I'm not here for you." Scott answered evenly. Magneto just hummed for a moment.

"Yes so i've been told. Do tell me Scott, what is it that you hope to gain from this sudden change in behavior. Respect? Love? A change in scenery perhaps."

"Well i'd tell you but thats right it's none of your damn buisness is it." Scott snarked back channeling his inner Lance. Magneto only laughed and threw a rather large wad of cash in his direction. He caught it with ease. The other went to leave but Scott wasn't quite finished.

"Double it." He called, and Magneto turned to him with a raised eyebrow, while Remy and Sabertooth halted their actions completely. "Sorry Mags' I don't fuck fossils for free."

At this Magneto smiled a cynical bad guy smile and tossed another wad of cash in his direction. He didn't turn to leave until the plane was long gone. He couldn't believe he'd just done that. But he did. And so he began the long walk back to his bike. It took about an hour. But the time did little to ease his frail nerves.

The mansion was dark and quiet as he pushed the bike as quietly as he could back into the garage safe and sound.

He thought he was home free, but as the lights clicked on above him he knew he was wrong.

"You got a lotta nerve slim." Wolverine growled at him, hair mussed.

Scott just stared at him with an even look. And then tossed him the keys. He crossed his arms over his chest and dared the other to say something.

"What the were you thinking kid?" He barked out.

"Is there anything you wanna tell me Logan." Scott asked in a hard voice.

The others face went through a rally of emotions. Realization being the first, then guilt, pain, annoyance and then the face of a man who knew he'd lost.

"No, I didn't think so. Do me a favor tell everyone i've extended my little training venture and I'll be back later on." And then the younger man turned and walked away. Back into the night once more. It was nearly three and he was exhausted. But the drive back to the boarding house was familiar and easy. And It was nice to enjoy colors again, as he'd only seen in red for many, many years.

He figured there would be a few differences he'd need to get use to.

Lance was still out like a light when he returned. His cheek was now sufficiently black along with his eye and the white bandages stood out starkly against his tan skin from his bruised ribs.

If Lance had any doubts before about how much Scott cared about him, he'd more than proved it tonight. This thing between them was something that they could deny but even they themself didn't believe it.

Scott sighed softly and stripped down to his boxers he was bruised and dusty but to tired to care. He climbing in behind the other pleased when Lance shifted back into him.

"You ok." The other asked half sleeping. And Scott just kissed him softly on the shoulder in reassurance.

He was ok.

Probably more ok than he had been in some time.

Scary thought.