Warnings: An incredibly jealous and out of character Wolverine.

Disclaimer: Nothing's changed in these past few months, people – it's still not mine. Oooh also, credit for this idea goes to Kitsune Rose420.

Hope you like it : )

I walked into the living room, scattered with students and complete with the TV blasting. No Scott though. Damn. It had been a testing day, with me having to take young students into the Danger Room and them, having not witnessed my wrath and/or claws yet (yet being the operative word there), were fairly annoying.

I know I was one once, but kids, one word: WHY?

Anyway, the saving grace of this frankly exhausting day was Scott; we always met here after class and he, somehow made all the crapness of the day float away and left me smiling in full puppy dog glory. Correction, it would have been Scott. If he was here.

Where could he be?

My class had run way over time thanks to one of the kids actually breaking part of the machinery, resulting in me having to stay an extra half hour battling with technology and resisting the urge to stab the computer into the next century. So, Scott's math class would have finished ages ago.

"Hey," I said in a slightly more aggressive tone than I had aimed for, looking at Rogue's boyfriend, Bobby, "Do you know where Slim is?"

"Umm," The so called 'Iceman' faltered under my glare, powered by my darkening mood, "No, sorry. Last I saw he was heading out."

"Out where?" I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice. Needy was so not cool. Shooting for casual and carefree here. Bobby didn't seem to notice either way, he was too preoccupied with Rogue entering the room and sitting down next to him.

I took a steadying breath. So this sucked. A Scott-less night. Also, having no clue where he was or who he was with was threatening to send me into headless chicken mode. "Out where?" I repeated slowly, trying not to take it out on the innocent kid. Rogue had made me promise to start being nicer to Bobby, I might as well start now.

"Huh?"

He was testing me, "Out. Where." I growled. This whole 'lets be nice to Bobby' thing was proving to be much trickier than I'd thought.

"Oh, are you getting Scott withdrawal symptoms again?" Rogue looked up at me, cooing.

I settled for merely glaring, too preoccupied with where Scott was to really bite back. "Um, no. I was just wondering where the guy was is all. Did he say where he was going?"

"Nope," Rogue shook her head, "He didn't mention it to you? That's odd, I thought you guys were like, crazy close and joined at the hip or something."

That just made me feel worse.

Rogue must have seen it on my face because she suddenly went into serious mode, thank god. "This blonde guy, around Scott's age, comes in and asks Kitty if she knows if a Scott Summers is here. She says yes, yes he is and points him in the direction of Scott's classroom. Jubilee was in Scott's class, and she told me that this blonde guy walks in to his maths class, and he's right in the middle of a lecture, when he stops," She gave me a look, "You know how hard it is to stop one of his maths lectures, right? Well, he stops, turns around and then there's all this hugging and grinning, so of course the whole class has spread the news that Scott's new boyfriend interrupted his maths class, and whisked him away."

I was frozen. A guy? A blonde guy? A blonde guy that was all over my Scott in front of a gossip hungry class no less? A blonde guy that had whisked Scott off to some place I didn't know about? Who was this fucker?

"Too bad you don't seem to know him," Rogue was back into her joking mode, "I was betting on it being a hot and steamy three-way kind of deal. I guess I owe Jubilee ten bucks."

"Okay, cool," I heard myself say, forcing a smile, and completely ignoring Rogue.

Urgh, excuse me while I just die inside.

Rogue and Bobby were completely preoccupied with each other, so I got away as fast as I could, from the lovey dovey-ness and all the prying eyes in the living room. So, upstairs I go. Now I just had to find something to do, something to keep me busy. Hmm, what did I used to do before I hung out with Scott every waking minute of my life? Wow, tough question – Ah! Jean!

I saw Jean walking up the stairs that led to the classrooms, and bounded after her, hoping for a little more consideration. "Jean!" I forced a smile.

She smiled back for a millisecond then her expression fell, "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Oh. Stupid motherfucking mind reader. "Oh. Nothing."

"Really? The depression vibes you're giving off is making me moody."

"I," I started, attempting to regain at least a fraction of my reputation – there were people around after all – students were filtering out of their classrooms, most of the girls were giving me there weird 'it'll be okay' looks, can I just say: what the fuck? I had to apply the 'never hit a girl' rule several times each little Barbie doll walked past, tilting her head slightly towards me and giving me that sympathetic weird pity nod. Do. Not. Hit. A. Girl. "I am not moody. Far from it."

"Yeah, okay," Jean said sarcastically, "So go on, ask me."

"Ask you what?" I growled.

"Whatever you wanted to ask me that would get you to run up the stairs after me when you could be spending quality time with Scott," She giggled. Oh ha ha, make fun of the guy in love. Very mature.

"Actually," I sighed, giving in, knowing it would just be easier this way, and plus, I really wanted to know where Scott was, whether he was okay etc, and this was the logical way of finding out. Ten logic points to moi. "I was wondering, do you know where Scott is?" I stepped to the side of the corridor, gently bringing Jean with me, "Rogue was saying he left the school with some random guy?"

Jean looked blank.

Shit, she didn't know. And I'd let her know I was all touchy feely, lovey dovey and stuff. And totally whipped. And all for nothing.

"I'm sorry, Logan, I didn't even know Scott had left. Do you know what the guy looks like?"

"Blonde," I growled.

"Hmmm," Jean paused for thought, "Nope, no one comes to mind, unless it was Angel?"

I shook my head, dismissing the idea, "Rogue would have just said it was him – no one seems to have seen him around here before," I said seriously.

"Wow, weird – Scott's been here forever, it's odd to find someone he knows who we don't now."

"I know," I said through gritted teeth. State the obvious much.

"Well, I'm sure he'll be back soon," Jean gave me a sympathetic smile. Urgh, just what I need: more sympathy. Not.

"Sorry," Jean shrugged, "But hey, don't stress about it too much – Scott will be back soon, and he'll introduce you to this new guy, and it'll all be fine. " She gave me a life-affirming squeeze on the shoulder and headed off to teach her next class.

Not if my claws do the talking, I couldn't help thinking bitterly. I don't mean to get this riled up over nothing, it's just... I can't really help it when Scott's concerned. It's like all the common sense and will power I've built up over my (many) years just vanishes as soon as something as mundane as him going out unannounced with someone I don't know. Hate this.

I knew that Scott would never to anything to purposefully hurt me, I had every faith in him. This reassuring fact did nothing to soothe my annoyance.

I sighed, turning around and heading over to the living room, facing an incredibly boring night of marking papers and other stuff I didn't care about at all. Wait, no. The living room meant students, and other people who might want me to talk to them. Without Scott there as my buffer and my lifeline, a few hours with students bugging me seemed unbearable.

I could mark the papers in mine and Scott's room? Maybe. I couldn't remember what I did with my time before Scott. God, how sad was that.

I could give Dave a walk? I was having to learn to share Scott with the bundle of cuteness that was in fact supposed to be a dog, but to be honest - I was enjoying having the little furball here with us. I mean, who could hate a dog - this one in particuliar is just too adorable to despise. But I didn't really feel like going for a run (walks always turned into a run with Dave, once he got all excited) out in the cold. What else was there to do?

Motorbikes! I loved bikes. I could go for a ride? Yeah, why not. Had nothing better to do, and it had been a while. I headed for the main doors, dragging my feet, hands in pockets and generally filling my 'kicked puppy' quota for life. I got to the bottom of the stairs, when I saw the doors open.

Scott walked in.

I felt my heart fill with joy! "Hi-"

Another man walked in after him. Scott smiled at me warmly, but I couldn't bring myself to return the gesture – not when I was giving the blonde dude the evils.

It was worse than I imagined. He was tall, muscular. He looked sort of clean cut, like my Scott (My Scott, not his!), and was wearing a tight t shirt and jeans, his slightly-too-long sunshine blonde hair falling over his sapphire blue eyes in a male model kind of way that was making me, if possible, even more jealous.

In fact, looking at the two men smiling at me now, it did look like a picture out of a magazine or something.

"Hi Logan," Scott sidled up to me, grinning. The blonde douche walked a little behind him, looking a little apprehensive.

"This is Alex," Scott said excitedly, gesturing behind him.

Alex grinned at me, "Hi Logan, I've heard a lot about you."

"Hi," I managed to say in what sounded to me like a polite voice, at least there was no growling.

"Alex is my younger brother."

BROTHER! SCOTT'S BROTHER! It all made stupid sense! Oh God, I swear never to get jealous again. Jealousy is a weak emotion – and should be cast away, I LOVE LIFE! Scott's brother!

I felt my face break out in a warm smile, "Hi Alex, nice to meet you," I heard myself say gruffly, shaking his hand firmly as I repeated the mantra over and over in my head: 'Scott's brother!'.

Scott smiled at me – a small, unassuming little smile that would have almost gone unnoticed. A familiar warmth spread through my chest as I made small talk with Alex (who, despite my first impressions, was actually really decent I found after just a few minutes of chatting with him), as I knew that those smiles – the small smiles that weren't for anyone else, that was just plainly: Scott, those were the hardest to come by.

There was no need to worry.

Hi there! So I'm really sorry I haven't posted in ages. To tell you the truth, I've kind of had to press the pause button on the whole fanfiction thing these past few months, and had almost completely forgotten about all these pairings and stuff, when I stumbled across it last night as was all "Oh my goodness, cutest couple in the whole wide world" and had a Logan/Scott writing fest, so should be fanfictioning a lot more frequently now : )

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