Scott, I'll love you forever.

Chapter 4

Recipe for an Ice Breaker: Injury and Ice-Cream

Scott lay on the ground and stared up at Logan's heaving chest and toothy smirk. Scott stood up again and he put his fists up. Logan moved he swiped for Scott's feet again and Scott did the only thing he could think of; he slipped off his glasses. Logan was hit square in the chest and was tossed back into a wall he stood up coughing and laughing. She shook his head supporting himself on his knees.

"Logan-?" Scott murmured moving closer to the man, "Did you break anything?"

Logan shook his head and took another gulp of air; he coughed again then looked up at Scott, "You- you pack quite a punch."

A grin began to spread itself across Scott's face; Logan began to laugh and slumped to the floor craning his head to look up at the large dent his body had made in the wall, "that wall is 9 feet thick, made of steel and concrete."

Scott's breath caught in his throat, "Logan- I- we should get you to the Med-Lab."

"Am I bleeding?"

Scott looked over Logan's back running his hands over the firm muscles. Logan closed his eyes and tried to not think about those hands trailing all over his body.

"No you're not bleeding but Logan I-"

Logan stood and looked at the dent in the wall again, "I'm fine Slim."

Scott sat on the floor of the danger room looking up at Logan's gently rising chest and his knitted eyebrows. He liked that look on him, when he was thinking it was so intent. Most of the time Logan stalked around like he had not a care in the world bit here he stood contemplating the dent in the wall like it were the single greatest achievement of modern time. He stood with arms crossed across his hard chest and eyes set on the dent. Scott let his breath out and stood he stood next to Logan and looked at the dent for a moment.

"What are you thinking about?" Scott finally asked after seeing nothing of consequence in the dent.

Logan shrugged and tried to put an arm around Scott's shoulder but Scott flinched away. Logan dropped his arm and murmured incoherently about being late for a meeting.

Logan sat in the staff meeting and gazed lazily across the table at Kurt, Kurt was intent on what the Professor was saying and Logan watched Hurt's yellow eyes fallow, cat like, every motion of the Professor's hands. Hank passed Logan a note and Logan looked at it lazily, his mood was still dismal from earlier, his eyes still stormy.

How was training with Scott?

Logan snorted under his breath and scribbled on the piece of paper: Dose he flinch when you touch him?

Hank gazed at the paper his brow furrowed and then scribbled, crossed it out, scribbled again, crossed it out one more time, and began a new sentence. He pushed it back to Logan.

Not any more.

Logan didn't know whether to be relived or frustrated. Logan gazed at the paper and then felt eyes on him he looked up slowly and saw the Professor gazing at him silent and Hank tinted red with blush.

"Would you care to share with us what you and Hank are saying?"

Logan shook his head, and shoved the paper in his pocket looking at the table clenching and unclenching his fists, what had he expected? People didn't get over being a whore in a day… why was he so desperate to be close to Scott? Logan turned his anger on himself; he knew the answer to the last question: he loved Scott.

Pure, undiluted, obsessive, intense, insane, improper, love.

Logan swallowed his anger and left the room with the rest of the X-men. Hank was engaged in conversation with Kurt and Storm was trailing off to the kitchen. Logan took his chance to sulk off on his own.

Scott lay face up on the grass the wind blowing over him, he looked over when he heard a noise and saw Mari. She smiled his shy Southern Bell smile at him and sat on the grass as well.

"Scott Summers. That sounds like a name out of a comic book."

Scott smiled and watched the wind blow her hair about her face, "Mari… that sounds like a name from a romance novel."

Mari laughed and looked at her gloved hands then gazed at Logan's retreating form, "Poor shuga' he's been in a foul mood lately and I can't say why."

Scott watched the man retreat into the woods, "I have no idea."

"He won't tell any body what's on his mind… it's not like him." Mari looked at the sky, "it's like he's a got a bike he can't fix…"

"He's a mechanic?" Scott asked sitting up gazing at the trees where Logan had gone.

Mari nodded, "he keeps all the cars and things in order, he likes to work with his hands, he's a physical guy, he's not much for the existential stuff… he's a deceptively simple guy…"

Scott stood up and smiled at Mari, "you know him really well."

"I should, he was my first friend here, we have a lot in common… and-" she blushed, "I've got him in my head"

Scott looked at her, "What?"

"It's a long story hun." Mari stood and walked to the door lets go see if we can't find out what's the problem with one of the bikes or cars… I'll tell you while we're at it."

Scott lay in bed listening to David Bowie sing his sweet soft ballad to his little china girl and slowly drifted to sleep. Logan wrapped his arms around Scott and sang with David's voice murmuring sweet words of love into Scott's ear. Scott shivered as Logan's hands roamed across the pale expanse of his chest but David's voice disappeared and was replaced by Warren's. Scott woke up and sat up in bed gazing around wildly the room was dark the sun had gone down hours ago and Scott's night vision wasn't worth shit. Warren flipped on the lights and gazed at Scott,

"Everybody was looking for you, Mari said you went to go take a shower and nobody had seen you after that." Warren sat on his bed and stretched his wings, "are you ok?"

Scott pulled his legs up close to himself and nodded, "I was juts a little tired after hanging out with Mari."

Warren smiled and nodded to the door, "I saved you some dinner we can go down and heat it up if you want." Scott smiled back as his roommate's kindness. Scott glanced at the clock as his stomach's loud grumble. The clock on the bed side table red nine and Scott stood walking after Warren out the door.

They sat in the kitchen Scott eating his dinner and Warren and Bobby nibbling on a gallon of fudge ice-cream. Logan leaned on the door frame and looked at the boys, "aren't teenage boys supposed to be obnoxiously loud?"

Bobby smirked and pulls open a drawer and tossed a spoon to Logan. Logan pulled over a stool and sat next to Bobby not eating just gnawing on the spoon for a long while they sat in silents until Warren cleared his throat, "anything new Logan?"

Logan shrugged and finally dipped his spoon into the ice-cream and contemplating the fudge chuck he received, "We have one on one training trips coming soon."

Warren's face lit up, "I hope Hank and I go to Fiji again this year."

Bobby looked at Warren's blissful face from the corner of his eye, "what sort of training did you two do?"

Warren flashed his coy smile and shook his head then jerked it towards Logan, "Let's just say we had a hell of a time, the girls there are tan all over."

Logan burst out laughing and set his spoon down on the lid of the ice-cream holding his face in his hands, Bobby and Warren eyed Logan like he had gone insane until they heard Scott's soft snicker.

"So what's so funny?" Bobby asked.

"Can you imagine anybody being turned on by Hank?"

A small smile made its way across Warren's face and bobby turned red, they began to laugh. Logan looked up when Hank walked in the room with an empty coffee pot and suddenly the room was deadly silent.

Hank looked at Logan, "May I be privy to this joke or am I to be out of the loop?"

Logan burst into laughter again and slumped with his head on the counter. Hank smiled silently and poured some water into the coffee maker and set the pot down waiting for silents.

"Just remembered Warren: if you want to go back to Fiji this year you'll show a little bit more restraint."

Warren gazed at Hank in amazement until Hank smiled and started to laugh as well.