Scott, I'll love you forever.
Chapter 3
In which Logan is quite 'Feral'.
Logan felt Scott's hands hot on him, felt his lips brush his jaw. Those soft pink lips those perfectly made, perfectly cut lips, which must have been chiseled from stone. Logan's body tingled and his hands brushed against Scott's slim hips. They glided up his back to feel the gentle ridges of Scott's spine. Scott's skin was smooth and ivory pale in the moon light. Scott gasped for air as Logan ran his hands across his back and hips.
Logan woke up covered in sweat. He looked out his window the moon was just going down behind the horizon and the sun hadn't yet come up. Three months of these dreams had begun to take their toll on him. Three months of sleepless nights, three months of unfulfilled desires, three months of guilt. Logan sat up in bed still looking out his window at the sky, his mind drifted back to Scott as it often did and he wondered if Scott was having the same trouble.
It was too much to ask for.
Scott sat cross-legged on his bed, reading a book. Warren stretched and looked over at his room mate. Scott was a good room mate he kept his side of the room clean, didn't come in too late or go to bed too early. The only thing Warren found odd was Scott's love to read, he read every morning as soon as the sun rise yielded enough light he would open a book until the mansion began to stir with life. Scott looked up from his book and smiled his little half smile.
"After lunch will you help me with my pre-cal?" Warren asked groggily.
Scott nodded and said he would and then stood pulling on a shirt and walking into the hall fallowing the smell of brewing coffee. Scott jumped the last three stairs and grinned at the Professor as he rolled out of his office.
"Good morning Scott."
"Morning Professor, the coffee smell pretty strong today."
"Logan must be brewing it up this morning. How is that book I lent you?"
Scott walked along side the Professor as they moved slowly down the hall talking animatedly about the book in question. Logan herd them coming and heard Scott's analyses of the first half of Wuthering Heights before they were even half way down the hall. Logan filled his mug with fresh coffee and made to leave the room. The last thing Logan needed was to see Scott in the flesh. But the Professor called him back mentally.
"Scott you'll be helping Logan today, he's got to pick up some things for maintenance around the mansion and I'd like for you to go with him."
Logan's body tensed, why was the Professor doing this? Hadn't Logan taken great pains to avoid contact with the young man? Or was that why he was now going to be put threw this- this torture of spending the day with Scott.
"This place smells like wet paint and sawdust," Scott grumbled, "I'm going back into the fresh air."
Logan shrugged, "Stay in the garden so I can find you when I'm done checking out."
Scott gazed fixedly at the pansies and let the cold fall air flood his nostrils. That was the best thing about the X-men you could have as much fresh air as you wanted. You weren't cooped up in a dimly lit room all day but running around. Even if it was with a man that made your skin crawl.
A shrill whistle came from across the garden and Scott looked up to see a dark haired boy walking briskly towards him.
"Hey haven't I seen you before?" the boy asked pushing languid locks out of his face.
Scott remembered the boy well but she shrugged looking past him in search of Logan, hoping to be going soon. Two more boys joined the first.
"Mike that was the guy we hired for your 17th birthday isn't it?"
A smile spread across the black haired boys face, Mike had an evil grin, Scott remembered that too, "Yeah, that's where I've seen him before. I've got one-thousand dollars in my pocket, how long will that get me?"
Scott pulled his jacket closer around him and looked away. His eyes jerked back up on hearing Logan clear his throat just behind the group of young men.
"These guys giving you trouble Slim?"
Scott knitted his brow at the nickname but nodded, "Yeah."
Logan's face went dark his eyes becoming stormy and he moved close to Mike, "I'm going to tell you how its going to go, you're going to walk out that door, get in your car, and drive away, and never look back."
Mike's squared his shoulders, "you got a problem man?"
"You," Logan snarled; it was a feral noise in the back of his throat. It almost wasn't a word and it made Scott want to hide.
"You this guy's new pimp?" Mike asked stepping back to put room between himself and Logan.
Logan shook his head, closing the gap again. Mike put his hand on Logan's shoulder and pushed as hard as he could Logan shrugged it off; his eyes still fixed on Mike like nothing in the word would make him happier then to spill Mike's blood all over the hardware store.
"S-so step off." One of Mike's friends stammered. Logan's eyes flashed to him and Logan smirked. "You want to get in your car, or do you want me to kick your ass and toss you in it?"
The young man shook his head and tugged on Mike's sleeve, "Let's just go Mike."
Mike shook his friend off and squared off with Logan, "You want to fight? Huh?"
Logan's smirk grew until a glimmer of white could be seen from just between his lips, "yeah let's fight." Logan gave his bag to Scott and led the way to the exit he opened the door and let Mike walk out first. They looked at each other in the parking lot; Logan cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, never taking his eyes off of Mike.
Mike was the first to attack his fist shot out and Logan caught it with one hand, twisting Mike's arm, and pulling Mike in close punching him in the ribs. 1. 2. 3. Logan grabbed the back of Mike's head and brought it to meet his knee. Blood began to poor from Mike's clearly broken nose. Logan let go of him and Mike fell backwards on to the ground.
Logan walked back to Scott and took the bag from him. They walked briskly back to the car in silents.
Scott wasn't sure what had just happened. He wasn't sure if he was thankful or terrified, "you didn't have to…" Scott began but trailed off when he say Logan's eyes still burning with rage.
"Yeah I did Slim. Nobody treats you like that." They pulled on to the freeway and Scott sat in silents wondering why on the name 'Slim' made him feel a strange tightness in his stomach.
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Ok some people (admittedly in trying to help) left some stuff I guess would be good to address.
First: Spelling- yeah working on that I was actually just about to upload the right version when I got that comment. Truth is nothing I upload will be perfect and some times I will upload the wrong version b/c I have two copies the ruff draft and the 'finished' piece. Stick with me and I'll figure it out. (What I'm saying is it mistake and it's being fixed)
Second: This is more of an X-men Evolution Fic- First and for most I want to just say I don't care for that show. I have never and probably will never see it and so I cannot / will not post any of my work in that category out of respect for those that do like and do watch the show. On the same subject for those of you that didn't read the author's note at the end of Chapter 2, I have conceded after some consideration this Fic… unlike most of my others is an AU Fic. So no, it does NOT belong in X-men Evolution.
Third: Correcting me on Scott's Power- I know this was not meant in any rude manner but I do take offence to it. I have been reading X-men comics sense the age of 4. The X-men got me threw Childhood Leukemia, I know Scott's power. The only thing I want from any one is to assume when I say something in a chapter that it will come back latter. If Scott's Power is presented as acidic rather than concussive (which it was not) believe me when I say it will all add up. If I am vague with a detail here or there it'll be made clear, latter.
I beg all of your patients and forgiveness for this little rant, if you have any personal problem with my work feel free to message me so I don't have to keep leaving huge Author's Notes like this. I'm really not an aggressive person and I welcome comments. However I'm just going to put it out there that I do this for fun, I'm not going put as much work in to it as I do with my normal writing. I'm a Writing Major I'm practical and this is just a hobby. *shrug* I love it and I do work hard but its not by any means going to be perfect, ever.