Scott, I'll love you forever.
Chapter 12
One More Obstacle.
Scott was healing up well the lashes on his back hadn't scared at all save for tiny thin white marks on the very ridge of his spine. He was staying active, any free time he had he devoted to training. It made it easier on him to burry the past in a never ending stream of endorphins.
One night he was in the kitchen with Mari drying dishes when Logan walked in, "Mari can you go grab me my boots from your room?"
Mari nodded and ran off.
"Why are they in her room?" Scott asked teasingly.
"She borrowed them for a hike her and Bobby went on."
"Why do you need them?" Scott asked eyeing Logan's bare feet and the socks he had tucked in his back pocket. The no nonsense tone Logan had taken alarmed Scott slightly.
"Mission." Logan murmured taking a glass from Scott and filling it with water.
"I must have missed the meeting, I'll go get dressed." Scott turned to go but Logan caught his arm and pulled him back gently.
"No you didn't Scott." Logan set the glass down and cornered Scott against the counter, "It's too dangerous for you to go."
There was silents for a moment then Scott shook his head, "I don't want you to go."
Logan smiled at him and kissed him softly, Scott snaked his hand around Logan's neck as if it were possible to keep him there with the simple jester. Logan pulled away slowly, unwillingly and looked at Scott's face, "I'll come back to you."
Scott nodded and tapped Logan's chest with his fore finger, "I you give your dog tags to Mari but you come back to me huh?"
Logan smirked and stepped away from Scott, "yeah, that's right."
Logan had been gone a while now, and Scott still stood in the kitchen with the other junior x-men clustered around a plate of cookies.
"They've been gone for over an hour." Scott voiced looking at his watch.
"They were trying to find a hidden coven of mutants…they could be still looking." Warren said picking up a cookie and turning it in his hand.
"You'd better eat that Warren." Jubilee said pointing her spoon at the young man, "if you don't I'm going to kill you."
"What's in it?" Warren asked trying to identify the green flecks in the cookies.
"Sprinkles." Jubilee huffed unhappily.
"Are they gone this long a lot?" Scott asked coming to sit down next to Mari.
"Sometimes." Bobby said nibbling on a cookie, "not often."
Scott's stomach twisted into knots, "Logan said it was dangerous."
Bobby shrugged and looked at Mari for back up, "don't worried about it Scott, they'll be back."
"We never loose a man." Warren mumbled from over his glass of milk.
"Not in a long time." Mari said softly.
Scott looked around the table the mood had shifted drastically; they sat quietly for a while. The rain pelted down on the roof.
"Who did we loose?" Scott asked finally his stomach writhing with anticipation.
"Dr. Jean Grey." Bobby murmured. Jubilee shook her head as if to shake off some sort of cloud, "she was a fantastic woman. Beautiful, smart, the nicest person I ever met."
"She died about a year after I got here." Rouge said her voice cracked and Bobby took her hand, "she's the only one we ever lost."
"That mission was terrible." Bobby said looking at the gloved hand the rested in his.
"There's a picture of her in the hall." Jubilee said pulling Scott's arm, they walked into the hallway and looked at a class portrait. Familiar faces popped out at Scott, Mari's face was lit up by the sun light and Bobby sat next to her his arm around her shoulders, Jubilee was behind Hank he hands resting on his head and her chin on top of her hands. There in the front row sat a beautiful young woman with long blazing red hair and long legs, next to her sat Logan they were smiling like they had just shared a privet joke. Scott remembered the woman in Logan's book in the cabin, this was the same woman. The same blazing hair, the same smile…
"Logan was never the same after she died." Jubilee said breaking Scott's train of thought. Thunder crashed and the rain pounded harder.
There was too much weight on him, it was too wet, he was struggling; he couldn't move, it was all too heavy. Pain, all his body was in pain, he tasted blood, was it his blood? It was too hard to breath; his chest wouldn't work right, and besides it was like trying to breathe water. His face kept getting splashed by something. Why couldn't he focus? Somebody had to get all this weight off of him. Did he have enough air to yell? No. Why was it so dark? His eyes were wide open but he couldn't see. Is this how it was going to end? In the darkness all alone? There was too much pain, he couldn't focus, and he let himself slip into the nothingness.
The rain stopped abruptly and the clouds dissipated, Mari looked up at the ceiling, "their back."
Scott stood quickly almost knocking over his chair. Uncaring he ran skidding to a stop in front of the door to the basement. The door slammed open Remy and Storm came barreling past Scott, with Kurt on a stretcher. Hank stopped long enough to close the door but Scott took hold of his wrist and wrenched him back.
"Where's Logan?" Scott demanded.
Hank shook his head and tried to go after Kurt once more.
"Hank!" Scott nearly screamed yanking him back once more with uncommon force. Remy came back up the hall and looked between the two men, "Sorry to interrupt but you're needed." Hank shook Scott off and sprinted down the hall.
Scott rounded on Remy, "Where is Logan?"
"I don't know. We lost him when the tunnel collapsed." Remy murmured his shoulder's sagging.
"You left him there!" Scott roared.
"We had to! Otherwise Kurt would have died."
Scott glared at the floor and stalked back to the kitchen, "who can fly the jet?"
Mari raised her hand silently, "alright you, and Warren get suited up we're going after Logan."
Mari blinked but stood and fallowed the two young men to the door where they were stopped by Remy, "you're not going any where it's dangerous."
Scott shoved Remy out of the way and strode determinedly towards the basement. The rain was picking up again and Mari looked uncertainly at the sky, "I've never flown in the rain before…"
Remy rolled his eyes and pushed wet hair out of his face.
"Nobody asked you to come." Scott snapped turning to look at the controls, he had read the manual, he had done the simulations, but this was on a new level for him.
"Mon ami, the Professor would never forgive us if we let you go by yourselves. Personally I like this job."
"So you're just covering your own ass then?" Scott ground out strapping himself into the co-pilot's seat.
"My feelings for Logan are my own business enfant." Remy murmured sitting sullenly. Warren shook his head and adjusted in his seat trying to get comfortable.
Taking off was the hardest part of flying next to landing they say, what nobody really admits is that flying by itself let alone in a storm is dam hard. They came to rest on an old helicopter platform that over looked the main junction of the sewer system. The treatment plant had been out of commission for ages and now, as rumor had it, was being inhabited by mutants. Remy led them down the main tunnel. Before them loomed a gaping hole the rain came down on them from above and Scott looked down from the edge. A whooshing noise came from his side and Warren glided down to the pile of rubble barely visible. Remy jumped cautiously down and began to root around on the edges. The radio in Scott's ear crackled to life, "It's creepy up here boys hurry up and find Logan so we can go home."
Scott slipped into the pit and helped Warren with the larger chunks. Remy jumped and sucked on his forefinger swearing under his breath in his broken French, "He's over here."
The claws stuck out and Scott grinned pushing the rubble away from Logan's muscular forearm.
"What's going on down there?"
"We found him."
"Wonderful." Mari murmured as she craned her neck to look down the nose of the jet, "you should hurry it up the locals are coming to visit."
"Mon Ami take-off and fly in a circle and come back for us." Remy said dragging a huge slab off of Logan's chest. Logan's breathing was shallow and ragged, his legs and arms had an odd deflated look.
"What's wrong with him?" Warren breathed.
"His muscles have been pulverized by all the weight." Remy murmured lifting the man off the bed of rubble. Blood dripped from Logan's back Scott looked at it morbidly, "we're not too late; he's still bleeding."
"What dose that prove?" Warren asked taking Logan by the arms and stretching his wings.
"His heart is still beating." Scott murmured pulling himself up and taking Logan from Warren who was already waiting for them on the next level.
The locals were all over the landing pad, their shabby clothes and dirty faces all turned to the sky one turned when the four men emerged from below, "where are you taking him?"
"We're taking him to a hospital." Scott said his hand drifting upwards to his visor, "we need you all to move so we can let the jet land."
The one that had spoken blinked slowly and cocked his head to one side, "why would you do that? We are in a state of nature here. We are free. He either dies here or walks away." There was an emphasis put on walks that made Scott's stomach lurch. Remy stepped forward and cracked his knuckles, "Listen to me vous le bâtard, we can't make you let us give your kids penicillin but we can take our own with us."
The speaker smirked, "he's on our land, and he's got to walk away or die trying."
"You're sick you know that." Scott spat out shifting Logan's weight on his shoulder. The rain was drenching them all the jet circled above them.
"Scott what's going on down there?" Mari asked.
Warren was doing something behind Logan and Scott turned to see Warren slicing his hand open on one of Logan's claws. Warren dripped the blood on his hand into the gash on Logan's back it began to heal and Warren squeezed his hand sending a jet into the quickly healing wound. Logan growled slightly and his eyes flickered. Warren smiled at his handy work and helped Scott support his weight more fully.
"Land the jet Mari." Scott said quietly
They moved slowly away eyeing the jet as it landed. Logan lifted his head slowly and put both feet on the ground.
There were people all around him and he was cold and wet and every part of him hurt. He couldn't think, he didn't know where he was or what he was doing there, he heard a warm voice in his ear, "You've got to walk to the jet Logan." Logan tried to take a step forward but stumbled over his own feet. Why weren't his legs working right? He was face down in the water again and he was sick of the wetness, he was sick of the cold, he couldn't see strait and he was in pain. He had to get to the jet. He felt hands on his back and he pushed feebly against the ground and was lifted up. He stumbled the short distance to the jet all he could think of all he could see was the jet. The ramp was too much, he feel again but two strong hands took him under the arms and pulled him the rest of the way he lay semi-conches on the floor faces swam in front of him. For a brief moment he almost knew them but all too soon he was back in darkness once more.
The sun rose and splashed into in the front hall Scott stood there still drenched. Mari came up out of the basement Logan's dog tags glimmering around her neck, and Scott smiled tiredly at her. The Professor rolled into the front hall and looked at the junior X-men, "What you did last night was dangerous, a risk that I would not approve to be taken."
Warren pursed his lips and shook his wings agitatedly.
"However, you completed what you set out to do without any major injury or conflict, and for that I commend you. Logan is in the med lab and doing well. But don't ever do it again."
Scott's face lit up as the Professor lavished a prideful smile on the three of them. Warren took Scott under the elbow and made for the stairs. The ruff gauze on his hand made Scott shiver.
"How did you do that?" Scott asked as they lay in their beds.
"I just can, I'm not a particularly fast healer myself but my blood seems to do wonders." Warren said yawning, "I only wish I had thought of it sooner."
The mansion was silent for a long while after that and Scott lay in his bed feeling the warmth of the rising sun wash over him. He thought back to Logan's strong arms around him, about all the nights they had spent together in Canada. He drifted off to sleep with those images in his mind.
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Sorry for the long break between the parts of chapter 11. I had some family problems I needed to take care of and then ……. Well any way I was busy with real life so thanks for being so good about all this. Any way this chapter was just kind of in the back of my head to I wrote it and it works nicely as a nice little filler until I hammer out weather I put a prom in this story or not. (Oh prom you never leave me be even when I'm not in high school any more.) Well any who I hope you like this and plenty of the stuff in this chapter will come back latter….. lol so muck fun. My roommate actually has a big chart on our wall that shows all of the lead ins in my chapters and stuff. Well any way I hope this chapter finds you all well. ^^