Part 5
" How the hell am I supposed to act like you?!" Logan complained as he and Scott went from the Professor's office down the hallway. " And then I guess I have to teach class as well."
" Yes. It is important that the one behind this doesn't suspect anything," Scott said seriously.
" Does that mean I get to sleep with Red?" Logan asked with a leer, wanting to see Scott's reaction.
" I guess that's up to her. We have separate rooms," Scott said, his voice low and holding an edge of pain. He noticed Logan's red stare and added; " Jean and I broke up some time after you left. However I do hope we have come to the bottom of this within this day."
A group of students went past them and Scott turned back to Logan.
" I do what I want to, One-Eye," he growled and the students smiled as they went past. All was as it used to with Logan being at Scott's throat.
" You actually sounded like me!" Logan said, shock and...sadness? In his voice. Did he really sound like that? So hard, so cold?
" Yes, and you have to sound like me. Towards anyone but the Professor and me you are...Scott. You are Cyclops," Scott said seriously as they had reached the door to his class and he was about to open it before he stopped the action. " This will be your class."
Logan looked grimly with the red stare ( which was really, really bugging him now) at the door.
" Do I have to? I'm no good with kids," Logan complained
" Then learn," Scott said and pushed him nearer the door. Reluctantly Logan laid his hand on the handle.
" Hey, where are you going?" Logan asked as Scott went away. He wasn't leaving him here, was he?
" You forget, One-Eye. I'm Logan. I do as I please and I go where I please. I have no responsibilities and nothing to do all day," Scott said as he continued to walk away, a smile playing around his lips.
" Man, this is so unfair!" Logan complained as he entered class. What the Hell was this class anyway? He looked at the students books as he entered; English Literature. Oh, great. A topic what he knew absolutely nothing about.
" Mornin' kids," Logan said as he reached the desk. It was 10 in the morning. This was going to be a long day. As his red gaze went over the class he remembered who he was supposed to be. He looked for a familiar face among the students.
" M...Rogue..," he remembered to correct in the last minute. Only Logan called her Marie. All others called her Rogue. " Rogue, will you tell the class what you thought of the latest...story?"
" Ah didn't have the time to read it, Mr. Summers. With Logan coming back and all," she admitted with a small apologizing smile.
" Oh, ...Well, it was a long story so...," he noticed the class stare and hurried to move on. " Kitty, what do you think of the story?" he asked, knowing that she was a student Scott praised very much so she had to be good.
" I liked the poem.." she amplified the word. "... very much. I think the author shows us a deeper understanding of the feelings in the post-romantic period of English writing. If we look at strophe 2, line 6 is says...," she continued to explain but it was all Greek to Logan. How Scott could make any kind of sense in that stream of words was beyond him. This promised to be a very long day.
Part 6
" Scott!" Someone yelled from the corridor and it took a minute for Logan to realize that it was to him there was spoken. It was 4 in the afternoon and he had just sat through class after class, having to "teach" on things in which he knew nothing at all. His respect for Scott had grown steadily throughout the day, as he felt first hand what kind of life he lead. Not only was teaching the most demanding job he had ever done, surpassing fighting with Magneto any day, but the headache he had felt all day had grown so he now was sure his head would soon explode.
" What?" He growled at the owner of the voice, too late realizing that Scott would never do that. Ororo came to him.
" You okay, my friend?" She asked and laid a hand on his shoulder.
" Yes, I'm just...a little tired," Logan answered in his best Scott voice. " What can I do for you?"
" I have the finances for the school here as you asked for and the list of things we need to have done," she handed both to him and he reluctantly took them. " And remember to correct the reports till tomorrow on Shakespeare," with that she left, leaving a very desperate Logan behind. He went into Scott's office and put the stuff on his deck. No way was he going to go through the school's finances or even look at that list. He had had a day in hell. He deserved some peace and quiet. In class he had even noted down a few students who had seemed a bit too interested in him personally and who kept trying to get the discussions off topic. Not that many of them had been on topic anyway but...He sat in Scott's chair and closed his eyes, trying to relax.
TBC
A/N: Thanks for the kind FB I've gotten so far; they have kept me writing. So, should I continue?
