Scott, I'll love you forever.
Chapter 5 Part 1
Where to?
Scott gazed at the list posted on the wall:
Scott Summers ……………………………………………………………………………… Logan
Scott felt a little ill. The idea of spending two weeks alone with Logan made him feel uneasy. It was not the usual fear he experienced when he thought of Logan; the dynamic had been different from the day at the hard ware store. Logan had started to invade his dreams subtly at first but now with more frequency and larger role in the dream until it was only Logan and Scott.
Mari was saying something but Scott couldn't tell what it was; he tore himself away from the page and looked at her, "Pardon?"
"I said: it's a little depressing that I don't get to go with Logan this year."
Scott smiled apologetically and leaned against the wall feeling the cool wood on the back of his neck, "where are we going?"
"Here." Logan said handing a map with a red dot drawn on it to Scott, "study the map if you like; you're making every decision from here to there and back again."
Scott eyed the map and then Logan's retreating form, he wasn't used to being talked like that; everyone in the mansion had been very kind to him, especially Logan.
Logan stalked away his gut twisted into knots. What was he going to do with himself in close quarters with Scott for two weeks? He couldn't even remember what he had said to Scott now, he couldn't remember if he had been rude, or if he had spoken harshly. Logan slammed the door of his dark room, what had he said?! Logan sank into a scratchy arm chair in the corner and buried his face in his hands. How had things gotten so complicated so fast?
Logan hadn't slept; he sat with blood shot eyes behind the steering wheel of an old Trans AM. Scott slumped into his seat, he had slept fitfully, dreams of Logan's deep voice in his ears and his large hands on his chest had kept him from getting any rest.
They pulled onto the interstate and drove in silents until the sun started to brake past the clouds that had lowered in the night. Logan stole a glimpse at Scott the young man's face was painted with pink and orange hues. The top 3 buttons on Scott's pressed shirt were felt unbuttoned and his chest was as pale and smooth as Logan's dreams had projected. Logan tore his eyes away from Scott and scanned the nearly deserted interstate, "so where to?"
Scott unfolded the map and began to traced the rout he had drawn the night before, "when I was looking over the map I saw that we're going into the middle of nowhere."
Logan nodded, "yeah, there's a good physical training spot in that tundra."
"Where would we stay if we're going to the artic cercal?"
"In a tent, where else?"
Scott wrinkled his nose and looked at the map with new dislike, "well since I'm making all the decisions I say we make a U-turn and head to Mexico."
Logan laughed, "I'm supposed to be tailoring you to be a field leader, field leaders don't pick the assignments they just make then work."
490 miles later the Trans AM gave a final sputtering cough and Logan sighed hitting his head on the car door, "ok shut her off." Scott looked at Logan's face it was almost in agony as he bent back over the smoking engine. Logan stood strait and pulled out his cell phone, "Hey Johnson. Yeah this is Patch. Look I've got a Trans AM broken down on the side of the highway; you want to tow her for me?"
Logan shut the hood and leaned against the car as he gave Johnson directions. As it turned out Johnson was a fairly young man with blond hair and a crooked smile. He drove a heavy truck with the insignia Johnson and Johnson on the door. Johnson was an happy guy he shook Logan's hand as if Logan were an uncle rather than a customer and the both of them hitched the car up chatting animatedly in French. Final Logan turned and called Scott to the cab of the truck, Logan said something to introduce Scott but Scott was transfixed by the eye patch that Logan had put on at some point.
Johnson smiled indulgently, "Not very chatty are we mon frère?"
Scott shook his head slightly and gazed at Johnson, "Sorry-?" the two men laughed and Logan opened the tow truck's door offering the middle seat to Scott. Scott stepped back hesitantly the idea of being sandwiched between two older men was not something that appealed to him. Logan shrugged stopped up into the cab and extended his hand to Scott as if to pull the young man up into the truck.
Logan stood at the counter of Johnson and Johnson with a sinking feeling in his stomach, "three weeks?"
"Sorry Patch, its just the engine needs to be pulled out and a new one needs to be put in." the older Johnson gazed a the car with a sort of sadness, "I know how much you love her, you took good care of her, and I'll have her back in good form but it'll take 3 weeks."
Logan brushed his hand across the back of his neck and nodded, "yeah, yeah."
Scott stood out side growing colder by the minuet he watched couples walk up and down the street and wondered if Logan had a life here no one at the mansion knew about. Was Logan married? Did Logan have any kids? And then it hit Scott he knew practically nothing about Logan. The burly man was never refereed to as anything other than Logan and no one ever spoke about his life before he came to the mansion. Logan emerged a sullen look on his face, "Call the Professor while I go get us something to eat."
"Why?"
"We'll be here for 3 weeks."
Scott blinked and took Logan's cell phone dialing the mansions number.
Logan smiled half heartedly at the young woman behind the counter and ordered glancing over his shoulder trying to guess what Scott would like from the restaurant; Scott looked like a chicken kind of guy he finally decided. Logan offered his cash to the young woman behind the counter but she didn't take it, he only gazed past Logan towards Scott, "I thing your friend is having some trouble." She murmured. Logan turned to see Scott shrunk against a wall and looking uncomfortable. Logan rolled his eye and left the cash on the counter scooping the food into a bag and strolling across the street.
"Tell me why Slim. Why is it that if I leave you alone for five minuets you always get into trouble?"
The two young men turned to see Logan, Logan shot them a dirty look and handed the bag to Scott, "lets go boy we have a long walk ahead of us."
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Sorry I know I dragged ass on this post but I hope to get the next one up before the weekend is over and then one every week from then on until it's done. The thing is I just got dumped by my GF of a year and a half so I wasn't really up for righting romance… but I promise the second half will be up soon.