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So I know what you're thinking right? Three updates in three days? What's wrong with the world? Why is she being so fast? I already have most of this so called 'story' written, so that's why I'm being so good with updates, and that's the reason for Chapter Three, in which the promised Logan comes to Scott's rescue. Ish.

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Disclaimer and Warnings still apply – not mine, not mine, not mine, bad language, boy on boy, sickening out of characterness.

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I hate waking up without Scott next to me, everything feels weird and out of place. That, coupled with lack of sleep, was the reason for my bad mood I thought. I growled into the pillow, pulling the warm duvet over my head. This meant, seeing as I couldn't hear Scott in the bathroom, that he'd gone to class. He hadn't looked up to it last night and hadn't been joking about wanting him to spend a bit of time off.

I turned over, glancing at the clock and seeing it was only half 9, which meant I had another half or so to relax before my class in the Danger Room, which was usually okay but I could tell already that I wasn't going to be able to concentrate.

Maybe it would be okay if, on my way, I would somehow find myself walking by Scott's classroom. Maybe. People would know by now why I liked to walk by there so often and where the frequent blushes that graced Scott's fine features came from. But oh well.

I heard rushed footsteps and scared voices coming closer.

Shouldn't the damn kids be in lessons right now?

"Where's their room?"

"How am I supposed to know?!"

My ears picked up frantic voices at the end of the corridor. I sat up, about to yell at them to shut the hell up and let me enjoy my freaking lie in when I recognised the voices – Kitty and Jubilee, who were in Scott's first lesson.

Shit.

What had happened?! I was up in a second, tugging on some jean, a shirt and almost collided into the two girls as they spotted the broken door and connected the dots.

"Logan!" They both yelled, surprised to see me up and ready to go.

"What happened?" I said, terrified.

"It's Mr Summers – Scott – he collapsed in class," Kitty filled me in quickly.

"We were only joking with him, we didn't realise he was actually hurt," Jubilee said sulkily.

I looked at her incredulously, "He's been freaking stabbed, of course it's going to hurt the morning after!"

I felt kind of guilty when I saw I'd scared her. "Sorry." She said quietly.

I shook my head, breaking into a run and the girls kept up with me. "Fucking hell," I muttered to no one in particular, "I fucking told him not to take the class."

We were there in seconds. I rounded the corner and ran into the class, panting and looking around. The students were all bunched together, crowded around a slumped figure against the wall. Scott. My Scott.

The kids parted as I drew near, and I saw a barely conscious Scott, face contorted in pain and moaning softly. Fuck.

"Logan?" He hissed, his head turning slightly in my direction, which seemed to elect another soft moan of pain again.

"Yeah, it's okay, it's okay," Was all I could say as I bent down, my arm on his shoulder lightly, scared to touch him encase it caused anymore discomfort. I turned quickly to a random but worried student to my left, and said in my dangerously quiet voice, "Get Jean."

The guy was gone in a flash, running off to whatever class Jean was teaching.

I wasn't quite sure why I needed Jean here, I was perfectly able to get Scott to the medical wing or back to our room, but she was good at taking care of things. It came with her territory, I think. And Scott would feel a bit better in her company of course. Not that it bugged me or anything. Damn Jean.

"It's me, it's okay, I'm here," I was muttering to him as I gently placed his arm around my shoulder and stood up, half carrying him. I took it slow, easing him across the classroom so we were just outside when Jean ran up to us.

"What happened?" She said breathlessly, looking desperately at Scott. "Scott, can you hear me?"

All she got out of Scott was a small moan.

The kids from both classes, and a few from along the corridor were looking on with a worried interest, whispering among themselves.

My heart was pounding so fast, clutching Scott's waist as firmly as I could without causing him any extra pain. It was my fault in the first place anyway, the least I could do was to not make it any worse.

"He's just passed out, from what I can tell," I said, almost pleadingly to Jean. "He should lay down?"

"Yes, lets take him to your room," Jean nodded, still slightly stunned.

Thank god she didn't think of the medical wing. Scott would hate waking up there.

I started walking gently down the corridor, nodding at Jean who walked besides me, her worried eyes on Scott the entire time.

"You can get back to class now then," I growled at the bulk of students surrounding.

"We don't have a teacher," Some brave soul piped up. It was not good to mess with me normally, but today... well, put it this way. Last night I got little to no sleep at all on account of 1. Making love to Scott (shit, did I just call it making love?!) and 2. Actually stabbing said Scott and running around half naked with him in my arms, almost sick to death with worry. And there was the fact that Scott was hurt now, which normally would have been enough to warrant this kid's very timely death but there were more important things to deal with, mainly the beautiful man in my arms at present. No. Today was not a good day. Very dangerous, but this kid didn't seem to be able to connect the dots.

"Kid, it's called independent study," I glared.

"Logan," Scott hissed, "Where are we going?" His voice was so quiet that even I struggled to pick it up.

"To get some rest," I whispered back, as calmly as possible.

"But we want to see if Professor Summers is okay! He is going to be okay, right?" Jubilee was suddenly at my side.

"He's going to be fine," I insisted, "All he needs is a bit of bed rest." And for me to say, very proudly, 'I told you so'.

"Where's Amy?" I heard Jean ask.

"Just here," The small voice of the Healer Amy sounded from behind us.

"Amy," I tried for cool and calm. Didn't work for me. "What's going on? Why is he like this?"

"I've never done something this big before, I guess it takes more time to heal!" Amy squealed, "I did say he was going to be a bit tender, he just needs to recover I think."

"When you said 'tender' I thought you meant just achy, not passing-out-in-front-of-his-class tender," I mumbled.

"Thank you, Amy," Jean smiled at her, shooting me a look that told me my thoughts had been flicked through and she could feel my anger. This was her way of telling me to keep a lid on it. Well, I was doing my best, but I freaked out if Scott so much as got a paper cut, this was bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I focused all my energy on Scott. Scott breathing, Scott's movement under my hands that were holding him up, Scott's discomfort – I could smell his pain. The pain I'd caused.

"Logan, it's not your fault," Jean said sharply.

"Get out of my fucking head," Was all I had to offer. It wasn't because I was angry at Jean, or anybody for that matter, it was just the stress of it all, Scott being hurt, although I'd never admit it.

The kids were still with us, although a few had trailed off. Rogue was now catching up with us, Bobby running behind her, calling my name.

"Logan! Logan, what's going on now?" She said in her cute country accent.

I turned round, "None of your business. Get that door will you?" I nodded to the double doors in front of us, separating the dorms from the rest of the mansion.

She complied and gave me a look.

"Scott collapsed in his class," I told her hastily, "That's all, no big deal," I said, although that was the polar opposite of how I actually felt.

"Aw, poor thing," Rogue bit her lip, glancing at the semi conscious Scott in my arms.

"Good morning Professor Logan, how are you?" Bobby said suddenly, as if we were just passing in the hallways and not with Scott having fucking collapsed. I felt my last nerve become ever more distant...

"Logan," Jean warned.

"Fine," I settled for glaring at Bobby, answering his question bitterly, "All in a day's work," I tried for double strength glare.

He flushed as we rounded the corner, still with what looked like half the student body in our wake. We were outside our room now, which still had the remnants of our door scattered on the floor, which also meant zero privacy.

I walked over to the bed, laying him down carefully for the second time in 12 hours. "You okay, Scott? How you feeling now?" I mumbled, leaning in close so as to exclude our audience.

"Bit better," Scott moaned, now seeming able to speak alright – good signs! "Oh god, I really made an ass out of myself didn't I?"

I smiled, relief washing over me. Now I was the one having trouble speaking, "Yeah, just a bit," I managed, affectionately.

Scott smiled up at me. Then I remembered the crowd. I whirled round, standing up and adorning my mean face.

"Is he okay?" Someone asked.

"Fine, he'll be fine." I said shortly. Jean walked over to Scott's side, sitting on the bed and asking him quietly how he was.

"Is his class on later?"

"What do you think?" I struggled to contain my blatant anger. As much as I loved this place, this school and the kids, there was a line and all I wanted in the world at present was to clamber into bed with Scott and hold him close until he fell asleep. "No, he won't," I clarified.

"What about tomorrow, will he be in tomorrow?"

"No."

"What's the deal with you two?"

"What actually happened last night?"

"Okay," I cut off the torrent of questions and raised a hand, "Enough. Out. Back to your classes. Now." My claws slowly slid out of my hands.

"Logan, don't scare the children!" Jean hissed at me, looking horrified.

"Is your Danger Room class still on this afternoon?" Someone else asked before I could do anything too drastic.

"No, class is cancelled, now go." No one moved.

"Logan, you can't just cancel class like that," Jean scolded.

"Scott did!" I turned round, indignant and sounded more like a little child getting told off by his mother as opposed to the great Wolverine. Hmmm, need to work on that.

"Scott collapsed!" Jean exclaimed.

"And someone, me, should keep an eye on him!" I couldn't believe that Jean was actually saying this, I thought it was a given that I would stay off and take the day to take care of Scott.

"You have responsibilities as a teacher, and with one teacher already off sick, we can't afford another absence!" Jean's eyes flared.

"Who's going to take care of Scott?" I gestured wildly to the bed – probably not the best idea with the claws still extended.

Jean faltered. Yes! Fucking yes! I knew I was always right, but it was nice to get confirmation sometimes.

A moan from the bed, "I don't need taking care of," Scott mumbled, sounding more drunk than in pain now. Scott was always such a sweet drunk. Okay Logan, focus.

"I could watch him? Our next class would have been with him anyway," Jubilee voiced, "Yeah, me and Kitty could watch him for an hour?"

"I don't mind staying too if you want someone older to be here as well? I've got a free," Rogue offered.

If looks could kill.

"A great idea!" Jean grinned at her evil students, then checked her watch, "Your class actually starts in ten minutes, Logan. You have to rest of the day with Scott after that," She offered the last snippet as a sort of consolation prize. "Sorry," She added after a pause, "But you are a teacher. I would stay here myself, but I have another class."

I sighed, then rounded on the three girls now in charge of the most important thing in my life, "You take good care of him. Don't touch anything. Especially Scott. If anything happens, run down and get me. You understand?"

They nodded, now petrified.

"I'll be back in an hour exactly. If anything happens, I'm coming after you." I meant it as well, ignoring Jean's death glare.

"He's, um, joking girls," Jean gushed, a hand on Rogue's now vaguely shaking shoulder.

"Like hell I am," I mumbled.

The bell rang. I was already late. I so badly wanted to stay here with Scott but...

The students that had been crammed into our room were beginning to filter out. Jean had vacated the bed as well, and I took this chance to have a last word with Scott. "I'm sorry I have to go," I mumbled, my words concealed under the chatter of the students, "I'll be back in an hour."

"I know," Scott smiled faintly, "I'll miss you." Scott didn't usually say sentimental stuff like that. The pain must be making him loopy. Still, didn't stop my heart from soaring.

"You too," I said gruffly. Damn the innocent children! All I wanted to do was kiss the life out of him (not literally) but all I could get away with was a subtle hand hold in present company.

"Awww," Rogue beamed behind me, having witnessed the whole thing. Scott blushed while I merely glared at her.

"Okay! He's in safe hands here, you go enjoy the simulation thing!" She practically pushed me out the room.

I ran a hand through my hair and (with immense willpower) walked down to the Danger Room where the longest hour of my life was waiting for me.

My class was alright. I had all the older students, who had done this enough to know what to do and didn't have to bother me too much. Unfortunately a good half of them had just been in my room, so they knew exactly why I was so touchy and rushed. And they kept giving me these infuriating pity-looks.

Fuck.

I hate pity.

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