Scott, I'll love you forever.

Chapter 13

Logan opened his eyes slowly the ceiling of the med-lab swam in his vision; he sat up and looked around. Hank closed his book and moved towards his bed, "You've been asleep for a while Logan."

"How long?" He murmured groggily rolling his shoulders stiffly.

"About a week, you had a lot of internal injuries and your muscles … they were mostly destroyed, you're body had to start from scratch."

"Wow… that's fucked up."

"Only a little." Hank handed Logan his clothes and poured a glass of water for him. Logan took the glass with a murmured joke about the magical medical powers of water. Logan's mind drifted to the night of the mission, everything was hazy; he couldn't remember anything after the tunnel collapsed. No that was a lie. He remembered something, a voice, Scott's voice.

The mansion was dark when Logan left the med-lab; he meandered slowly in the empty halls until he was in the front hall. He looked at the stairs and he had the deepest urge to rush up and storm Scott's room shoving Warren out into the hall. He wanted to be with Scott, he wanted to feel Scott's smooth skin under his finger tips. He wanted to feel Scott's little shivers of pleasure that went up his spin when they made love. He wanted very much to not be alone anymore. He turned his back on the stairs and looked out the window. The sun was starting to rise he heard footsteps on the stairs and suddenly there was a hard impact on his back. Logan staggered forward a few steps and felt Scott's slim arms wrap around his chest. He smirked and sighed running his fingers across the knuckles on Scott's gentle hands.

"You woke up." Scott murmured.

Logan nodded and turned pulling Scott to his chest and kissing him, "I love you."

Scott wrapped his arms around the older mans neck and ran his long fingers through Logan's hair, "I love you too Logan."

All was silent and then Logan picked up Hanks soft foot steps, Logan stepped back from Scott, shaking his head slightly and looked nervously down the hall. Scott smirked and grabbed Logan's hand hauling him to the door. They ran in the early morning darkness, the sun had not yet come up but the moon was down. It was that impossible time of night when the time is impossible to tell and the world is half way between waking and sleep.

Scott fell upon Logan and they tumbled down a hillside grappling for any kind of leveraged. Neither could find it and they splayed at the bottom of the hill hands entwined and whispers on their lips. Scott disentangled a hand from Logan's grip and wrapped the aluminum chain that hung Logan's neck around his forefinger. Logan closed his eyes and rested his forehead on Scott's other arm. It was too long sense they had laid together in this manner. Logan was tired, dam tired, he could sleep forever.

A smooth hand was on his face smoothing the ruffled sideburns and lips kissing firm cheekbones. Scott sure could make a man feel wanted; every touch was soaked with desire. Scott could sure drive a man nuts.

"You never told me you were married." Scott murmured kissing Logan slowly.

"I wasn't"

"Who is she?"

Logan furrowed his brow and opened his eyes slowly to gaze at Scott's face, "I wouldn't get off with a 'I don't want to talk about it' would I?"

"No, not really."

"Well I don't want to talk about it."

"Logan" Scott's voice was soft, even hurt.

Logan flipped Scott on to his back, and the young man watched as Logan towered over him; his strong arms making walls around them, "Her name was Jean Grey." Scott opened his mouth to speak but Logan shook his head and kept going, "Don't stop me or I won't get up the nerve to keep going. Jean and I dated for 3 years before I purposed to her. It wasn't long after that… that she died." Scott lay motionless under Logan; there was nothing to be said. Logan's face was all shame and darkness, "I know there was nothing I could have done to save her but at the same time… there should have been. Hell if I hadn't come here she wouldn't have died at all, she would have been fine. So after she died I couldn't stick around this place any more. I had to get out of here. I had to get some air, so I went to Canada and built that cabin."

They lay silently for a while Logan towering over Scott motionless, then Scott snaked his hands around Logan's neck and kissed him, "Why did you come back?"

"I couldn't just leave this place, sure it's lame, and boring, and sometimes it gets so stuffy I could die but… there's something real nice about belonging some place. Knowing people miss you when you're gone. Mushy shit like that."

There was silents for a moment longer as Scott bit his lip debating silently on weather or not to ask a question burning inside of him, "Logan… Did you love her?"

"Yeah."

"How much?"

"Enough to swear off women," Logan looked at the trees they were turning a bright green as the sun began to rise, "I could never love another woman as much as I loved her."

Scott's heart began to sink, "I see…"

"Thing is, I never thought I'd fall in love with any one ever again… And then you came along and made everything summer again."

Scott smirked at Logan's play on words and kissed Logan again, "Do you mean that?" He instantly wished he hadn't asked the question; Logan looked almost hurt much as if Scott had laughed at his declaration of love, "never mind – I know you do."

Logan helped Scott slowly to his feet, "Don't be late to breakfast, people will talk."

Scott laughed at Logan's last comment as he walked back around the mansion's walls. Logan wasn't at breakfast, he was missing for most of the day and when he did finally reappear he had his arm draped oppressively over Remy's shoulders. They sat heavily across from each other in the sitting room leaning over a small coffee table to talk softly. Scott set down his pencil and tried to get a better view of Logan and Remy.

"What do you think their talking about?" Scott murmured quietly to Warren.

Warren shrugged and glared at his math text book, "probably arguing over what bar to go to." Scott leaned his chair back as far as he could but still he could only see a part of Logan's broad shoulders. Then Scott's foot slipped and he fell backwards hitting the ground with a loud crash. Logan was on his feet in moments and kneeling over Scott with concern etched on every inch of his face.

"You ok Scott?"

Scott gritted his teeth, "yeah just bumped my head." Logan hauled Scott to his feet.

Logan eyed the young man, "you should lie down."

Scott made a face of discomfort and rubbed the back of his head, "I'm gonna' go to my room."

Logan nodded and turned to Remy, "Go tell the professor what we found out I'll be there in a second." Logan placed a large hand on Scott's back and led him slowly to the stairs.

Scott's room that he shared with warren was dim, nobody had opened the curtains that morning and Scott sat on his bed and glanced at Logan who was in the door way, "you feeling OK Slim?"

Scott nodded slightly; Logan stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He moved across the room to the bed and Scott's heart began to race. Logan knelt in front of Scott and looked up at the young man inspecting his face, "how'd you fall?"

Scott laughed slightly, but regretted it soon after, the laughter caused a slight throbbing in his head, "I was trying to see what you and Remy were doing."

Logan shook his head slightly and moved to sit in the bed next to Scott, he kissed Scott's jaw gently, "We were doing a recon mission for the Professor."

Scott smiled and leaned his head on Logan's shoulder, "Prom is in a few weeks."

Logan smiled and kissed Scott again, "Are you asking me on a date?"

"Maybe."

"I'll be there."

Logan lowered Scott on the bed carefully and slipped out of the room walking slowly down the hall.

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OMG! It's been so long from my last post I'm really sorry but I actually kind of am back in the groove of writing again, I got side tracked, what with family stuff and school and relationship what not, none of that stuff is of terrible interest to any of you I'm sure, so I'll have the next post out soon I should think and then maybe another but don't look for too much out of me.. I'm awfully unreliable.