Scott, I'll love you forever.

Chapter 2

What is this?

Scott bounced his foot to the old rock and role that was playing. A soft smile played across his lips as the singer agonized over the rejection of his lost love. He looked up to see the same man from the stairs walking in. Wearing ripped jeans and an old t-shirt he looked like the sort of guy that Scott would have scorned before. Now he had to take orders from him, learn from him.

"You like Dramarama?" he asked not looking up from his clip board.

"Pardon?" Scott asked stopping his foot and dropping his smile.

"The band that sings this song? Do you like them?" Logan grunted finally ripping his eyes away from the clipboard to look at Scott.

Scott shrugged and looked over Logan's muscular build, he was built well, and his voice was something out of a dream, gruff and deep, one of those voices you hear in movies when the action hero is talking to the leading lady. That was the beauty of sunglasses no one could see what you were thinking of, or looking at. That sort of privacy was powerful.

"OK," Logan said with a heavy sigh, "Lets get on with it, I've got to find out how fit you are. What's you max on bench press?"

Scott blinked and looked at the equipment around him, "I've never weight lifted in my life."

Logan looked at Scott one eyebrow cocked and ran and eye appraisingly over Scott's slim frame. It made sense really, the boy was tender and soft, nothing hard about him, not even his elbows looked too terribly sharp, but he was so thin it really didn't seem possible.

Scott felt like the tests took forever, Logan meticulously pushing him to very limit, until finally, mercifully, it was over and Logan dismissed him to Dr. Macoy's office for a blood test. Scott wandered threw the crowd of students his breath ragged and his shirt drenched in sweat.

Hank's Office was in the back of the Med-Lab and Scott walked into the room thankful for the smell of chemically cleaned sheets. Hank looked up at Scott's red face and smiled, "Logan did your physical then, eh-?"

Scott nodded and pulled himself up onto one of the beds.

"What do you think of him?" Hank asked as he prepped the blood test.

"He's got interesting taste in music."

Hank laughed under his breath and smiled indulgently at Scott, "If you ever need anything Logan's the one to go to, he doesn't seem very sociable but trust me he can be one of your best friends."

Scott shook his head and then pushed sweat soaked hair out of his face, "People like me and people like HIM- We don't mix."

Hank rubbed an alcohol swab over the inside of Scott's elbow and ran his large fingers over the veins just under the surface, "that's what I used to think, but there's something about the man that is, endearing."

Scott watched his blood fill up the small vile in silents, then as Hank pulled the needle out of Scott's arm Scott began again, "It's just that… How can you trust a man that looks like that?"

"Looks like what?" Hank asked putting the vile on a rack and tossing the needle into the waist basket.

"Like a- an- Animal."

"Is this a confession to not trusting me either?" Hank asked flashing a crocked smile.

"No, you look more human than he dose. Its just his eyes are so unnerving, their like wolf eyes." Scott looked at the wall across the room from him, "I saw it once on the nature channel, when I was aloud to watch TV, and these wolves had just killed a deer and it wasn't frightening the blood on their muzzles or anything but their eyes, they were cold and ruthless. Like they took what they wanted… whenever they wanted."

Hank gazed at Scott, his eyes softening on the boy and he moved back to the table putting a hand on his shoulder, "Logan is not like the men you've known, he may seem feral and he can be a loose cannon but - Logan is a good man. He's not anything like those men," Hank smiled earnestly and patted Scott gently on the back, "I'd suggest you go get a shower before lunch."

Scott nodded and walked down the hall, and up the stairs, and into his room. It was different from his old room, it was smaller and the bed was harder, but this one had windows, and it didn't smell of sweat and cum, and this bed didn't have blood stains on the mattress. Scott stripped himself of his clothes and walked into the bathroom. He gazed fixedly at himself in the mirror. He traced the pale scars that crisscrossed his chest and legs with his eyes. He swung the hot water tap on full the steam began to fill the room and Scott closed his eyes taking off his glasses and setting them on the top of the toilet then stepping into the scalding hot water.

Logan shivered under the cold water that came gushing out of his shower head. He forced his breath out and closed his eyes and let his muscles relax. He rolled his shoulders was the cold water washed down his back. His mind was free and it wandered, wandered back on to Scott. Logan remembered Scott sprinting around the track, that slim form cutting threw the chill of the fall air. That slim form- Logan punched the wall of his shower gently. He shook his head and opened his eyes; this was not how it was going to be. He turned off the shower and dried off he pulled on his jeans and a shirt wandering, barefoot, down the halls of the mansion. He walked slowly with no direction until he came to the Med-Lab, Logan looked at the office on the other side and he ventured in plopping down in the chair in front of the desk. Hank looked up surprised to see Logan across from him.

"I have the explicit understanding that you Logan did not care for the Med-Lab."

Logan shrugged and stretched his toes, "I don't. Hey what's that kid Summers' past any way?"

"I'm shocked that was your question before what power."

Logan shrugged again and picked up a toy in Hanks desk looking at it as if he didn't care.

"Child Prostitution," Hank let the words hang in the air for a moment, while Logan's eyes flicked up to meat his own, a fierce disgusted look playing out in them.

Logan put the toy down, "and his power?"
Hank looked back at his papers beginning to scribble again, "Laser Vision, uncontrollable rather destructive Laser Vision."

Logan looked at his bare feet and stood again, it certainly wasn't going to be that way now; it wasn't going to be any way, Scott was the student and Logan was the teacher. That was that, that was decided, that was how it had to be. It made him feel sick that he had let himself think softly about Scott. It made him feel indecent, and that was the strangest thing of all; on any normal day Logan wouldn't have gave a shit about indecent behavior but today – when it was about Scott – all of a sudden it mattered; a lot.

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I guess this could be considered AU… but IDK I like it and this story will start REALLY start next chapter.