Part 7:  

Scott went around the mansion, trying to find something unusual. He had searched the students' rooms but been unable to find anything. He had run a check on all students and come up blank too. He had talked to the Professor about him making a psi-scan on all students but they had decided that even though it would reveal the guilty he/she would run before they could get to him/her and even if they caught him/her they'll have difficulties getting him/her to undue the switching.

" Logan," Jean said with a smile and came to him. As she reached him she let a hand run playfully over his arm and Scott stiffened. Had Jean…with Logan? He didn't know why the thought disturbed him so much. Jean had never claimed to love him and he had found that what he had thought to be love and only been the fear of being alone again.

" What do you want…., Jeannie?" Scott asked and remembered to use Logan's name for Jean. He wasn't sure how to react to her as he didn't know what kind of relationship Logan had with Jean.

" I know you told me your heart belonged to someone else and that it wasn't to me but….," she leaned in and kissed him on the lips before Scott drew back as if burned.

" What are you doing?"

" I want you, I never claimed anything else. You said before you didn't want me but I don't believe you," Jean leaned in for another kiss but Scott caught her and with the strength of Logan's body, held her at arms leant with amazingly ease. Logan had turned her down! The thought, the knowledge made him give a small half smile and a warmth spread through his body. 

" I said no, Red, and I mean it," Scott said and felt very happy to know that this would have been words Logan had used once and words he hoped he would have used again if he had been faced with the situation. He let go of Jean and walked away, leaving her to stare unbelieving after him.

" You'll come back but this time do so begging," Jean yelled furiously after him.

" Don't count on it, Darlin'."

Part 8:

It was very late and Logan went to his room. As he opened the door he saw the bed already taken. With himself…oh, Scott in it.

"Oh, yeah," he mumbled and hurried out. He needed to go to Scott's room. After some discrete and not so discrete ( after some 20 minutes without finding the right room he simply asked the first person he thought he could trust and that had been a very confused Kitty who had pointed to his room. Logan had tried to explain his way out of it by claiming he hadn't been living in his own room for very long to which Kitty had replied that no, it had only been 4 months and left) searching he reached his room and went in.

One day of being Scott Summers had been more than enough for Logan. To think that Scott did this every day. However Logan got to admit that the day's events had changed his way of seeing a lot of things. Had changed his way of seeing Scott, of seeing his own behavior towards the other man. Thinking about Scott, schools and more he began to undress. He had taken off his shirt and went past the mirror to go to the bathroom. He cast a fleeting red glance at the mirror but had to back up and look more closely as he saw his…hum, Scott's chest. This was getting way too weird for Logan.  But he forgot all about telepaths and body shifting as he saw the marks on his…Scott's chest. They were long and seemed to orientate from the back. As he turned around and saw his back he gasped in shock. It was criss-crossed with a fine network of small white scars. The abuse had been so often that not a single space of his back was left unmarked. The scars had been made by a belt or a whip. So, that was why Scott had wished they had found the person behind it all before the day was over. Before he had known this. Logan felt a stab of pain for the other man but more than anything a red hot rage. A desire to kill whoever had hurt Scott. The thought that it could have been the professor entered and left his mind. Scott and Xavier's relationship was far too loving for that but if Logan had thought that there had been even the remotest chance of Xavier being behind it, he wouldn't have hesitated to go and try to kill him on sight. No one should ever hurt Scott as long as he lived and from now on he'll make sure to that. He'll protect him not only from the world but from himself as well. But a flicker of doubt was in his mind. Scott wasn't his, wasn't his mate, then he wasn't his to protect either. But he ignored that voice. What wasn't could be.