Tomorrow's Fate

Authors Note : Rated for strong language.

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Cire - I have already worked Ororo into the story, she makes a brief appearence in chapter three, I just haven't uploaded it yet!
Araceil - I wanted to give the reader the feeling Logan was being treasted as 'just a kid' becuase that way, when the story progresses, he can prove himself. - He does try and defend himself in this chapter though!
Blix Howlett - Glad you like it! Nah, I can't stand the 'Winged Wonder' either! Warren's and Scott's powers progress shortly ... look out for that!

Chapter Two : Silence is Best

Logan smashed his fist into the wall. 'Why the fuck does he have to be such a little prick!' Logan thought to himself in his dormitory after the fight he'd just had with the person he referred to as 'A Little Prick', Warren Worthington. He looked at the fist he'd just plunged into the wall. Blood, trickled from a small cut that had been created by the impact. Logan watched as the small cut, soon healed. This was also something Logan could do, the ability to heal himself at will. As the cut reconstructed itself, he inspected his knuckles. "Fuck it," He said turning to the door. Before he could reach his destination, it opened before him and Scott and Jean walked in. Logan quickly turned away in disappointment, and sort of growled to himself, knowing he was going to get his head bitten off by his two friends. "Let's make this quick guys, I'm not in the mood!" He threatened.

"How can we make it quick Logan! You nearly killed that Warren guy! What was you thinking?" Scott interrogated fiercely, shutting the door, indicating to Logan that he wasn't going anywhere.

"I dunno Summers, he just winds me up is all," Logan reached for a beer and slumped himself down on the sofa. "Might as well make myself comfortable, I'm gonna be here a while,"

"Don't get smart Logan! Your in deep shit buddy!" Scott said pointing a finger at Logan's face as he took a swig of warm beer, "The proffesor'll probably know already about this, did you think about what he might do about this, huh?" Logan didn't reply, and instead took gulps from the beer can. Scott starred for a while waiting for a reply. Realizing Logan was being persistent, he threw his arms in the air in frustration and turned to Jean jerking a thumb at Logan "You deal with him! I give up!"

Logan swallowed down his last gulp of beer quickly to defend himself, "Hey I'm not a fucking kid Summers!"

"You act like it," Scott mumbled under his breath. Logan jumped up from his seat threateningly but was stopped when he felt Jean touch his arm. He sat back down, not taking his eyes off Scott.Jean sat down next to Logan. She took the beer can from his hand and placed it on the side.

"Hey I'm drinking that!" He shouted.

"Logan, don't shout at me please. Me and Scott, we're only trying to help you know,"

He turned to gaze at her emerald green eyes. She in return looked into his dull hazel ones and he sighed. "Sorry babe, it's just ... I, I get so wound up, and Warren knows exactly what buttons to press, I just see red when he's there,"

Jean smiled "I know, he's a moron, but you don't need to go pressing blades against his throat. Tempting, but you just can't do it,"

Logan smiled "Yeah. Yeah I know,"

"What were those things Logan? Those blades?"Jean asked. As soon as she spoke though, she wished she'd had asked her question more lightly, because Logan looked hurt at her comment. He stood up and put his hands into his pockets, as though to hide his knuckles from view, and gazed out of the window.

"You gonna answer her then Wolfy?" Scott said, and received a threatening glance from Jean.

Logan screwed up his eyes and ran his fingers through his black hair. He sighed "Can't you both just go now? I really don't have to justify myself to you two,"

Scott looked outraged at Logan, and stormed over and grabbed his black jacket. As he did so Logan grabbed the wrist which clutched his jacket and accidentally released the three blades, which stopped, centimeters from Scott's throat. Logan, retracted the blades back into his fist and placed them back in his jeans, clearly embarrassed at what he had just done, and slinked out of Scott's way quickly.

"Shit Logan," Scott said rubbing his throat, as if checking the blades hadn't actually pierced his neck. Jean walked towards Scott and made sure he was ok, then kissed his cheek.

"Maybe, Logan you should talk to Charles. He might be able to help,"

"I don't need help," Logan grumbled.

"I think you do mate!" Scott said sarcastically.

"Look, I just wanna be on my own, I've asked you already, just go,"

Jean and Scott knew they couldn't do any more and headed for the door. They looked at one another and Scott sighed and hurried out of the door but Jean stopped and turned back to Logan and spoke, loudly enough for Logan to hear, but quiet enough so Scott didn't; "Listen, Logan, I am here to help you know, if you feel intimidated by Scott, just drop by any time around six on a Sunday evening, Scott has soccer practice till eight so, I'm free then," Logan didn't reply but Jean noticed that his tense expression eased up and his hazel eyes seemed more brown than grey. She thought this anyway, she may have been imagining it, but she liked to think she'd helped. "Well, see ya then," She said, closing the door. Logan looked to the floor.

He knew Jean was trying to help him, but he wasn't sure why. He sighed and threw himself down on the sofa, kicked off his boots and switched the TV on. He had no intention of going to see Jean at all. He just wanted to be left alone to do the things he wanted without having questions asked. A baseball game was showing and he settled down with that for the night. He had no classes tomorrow, so he planned to do what the hell he wanted. This, Logan of course meant, getting drunk and trying to forget everything.

"Are you alright darling?" Betsy Braddock stroked her lovers arm gently, soling him. Warren nodded, not speaking. He was clearly pissed off. Betsy wasn't quite sure what to say. If she said anything, would it make her lover feel better or worse? She kept quiet and continued watching the film with Warren. She kissed him on the neck. Then she progressed up toward his cheek, and then onto his lips. She started unbuttoning her shirt. He accepted it. It was easier this way. He switched off the television set, concentrating on the beautiful dark haired woman that was now sat upon his groin.

Silence was better.