Scott, I'll love you forever.

Chapter 21

FML

Scott dialed his cell phone as he sat cross-legged on his loft bed and surveyed his dorm room; Logan had been increasingly hard to reach, the time difference was killing the older man whom would give up several hours of much needed sleep to talk to Scott. Logan could feel the phone vibrate in under his pillow, but he only moaned half heartedly and fished under the pillow having difficulty finding the small vibrating object. Remy rubbed his eyes and got out of his bed stalking across the room and grabbing the phone from under the pillow, opening it, and closing it again quickly, to hang up on Scott. He then opening it again holding down the red button until the phone shut off and then shoved the hated phone back under the pillow stalking to his own bed. Logan had rolled back over when Remy had taken the phone and fallen back to sleep; he had been exhausted lately the cold was pulling enough energy out of him not to mention of his already somewhat abusive sleep regiment of half an hour here and half an hour there.

Scott gazed at his phone; he had gotten a connection, for a brief moment. Scott sighed and rubbed his nose under his glasses and looked up when his roommate came into the room fallowed by a handsome young man. Scott waved and set his phone to the side, "how was Soccer?"

"I made the team," his roommate said offhand stripping himself of his back pack and sorting through his own drawer, "Richard is team captain this year."

"Cool," Scott said picking up his English text book. Richard smiled at Scott and leaned against his loft bed setting his chin on his crossed arms and gazing at Scott, "Summers right?"

Scott nodded marking his place on the page, "yeah, Richard Delecore."

Richard nodded and picked slightly at the quilt Scott sat on, "you should come with us; we're going out to get a bight to eat,"

"I haven't got any money," Scott said noticing how handsome Richard was when he smiled.

"I'll pay, I just got my pay check yesterday," Richard said softly smiling that dashing smile again.

Logan sat unhappily in the living room of the mansion; he had finally gotten out of Siberia to come home only to have winter bombard him here as well. He had always loved snow but now he was getting a little tired of the white junk being everywhere he went. Things had finally returned to normal between himself and Hank; there were no more awkward silences or disgusted glares across the room. It had been difficult dealing with Hank's angry silence, but now they both sat somewhat sullenly glaring at the TV.

"She's a fool you know," Logan murmured.

Hank shrugged and sighed drumming his fingers on his knees, "I'm not surprised really, it's just a little upsetting the way she rejected me."

"She could have gotten stalled in the snow," Logan offered trying to find a reason for Hank's date to have stood him up.

"She has a cell phone Logan, if that had happened she would have just called to tell me."

They fell back into silence and Logan brooded on his own falling out with Scott. After a while Scott had stopped picking up his phone when Logan called, and the late night calls that Logan looked forward to so much had stopped as well, eventually Logan had just stopped calling assuming that Scott was busy, college, as he was told, was a very busy time. The fact that Logan and Scott had not been talking was not lost on Remy; he had taken the opportunity to redouble his advances on his former lover and the attention was altogether objectionable in Logan's opinion. They hadn't done anything yet but it was a welcome boost to his self-confidence when Scott was being so distant.

Both men sighed and Logan patted his friend on the broad blue shoulder, "If you want you can come and help me work on the jeep."

Hank shook his head, "I have paper work to do, I have to get all of the semester report cards sent out."
"That doesn't sound like fun at all," Logan murmured walking to the garage door.

Hank laughed slightly under his breath and moved off towards his office.

The garage was cold and Logan shivered gripping the frozen metal and wondering when Scott would come back for winter break. Marie came in half an hour later and chattered with Logan for a while, she had taken a British Literature class and she was very adamant that Logan should hear all about Beowulf. That had left Logan in a better mood as she rolled under the jeep to drain the oil, and then he heard the voice he had been longing to hear all afternoon.

"Hey Logan," Scott said a backpack still hanging from his slim shoulders.

Logan rolled out from under the Jeep and smiled at Scott whipping his hand free of any unwanted liquids, "hey Slim," Scott blushed slightly as Logan let his eyes run over his body, "You let your hair grow out a little."

"Yeah," Scott said his hand going to the jaw length brown hair in a self-conscious manner and tugging on it slightly, "I just kind of let it go."

"Looks good," Logan murmured feeling the same levity he had always felt when he had seen Scott. Scott smiled he had butterflies in his stomach, but as he started to step down the small stairs Richard walked up behind him and planned a kiss on the base of Scott's neck. Logan froze and his fist clenched around the rag that still hung in his hand. Scott blushed, "I, uh, Logan this is Richard."

Richard smiled broadly and raised a hand in greeting, "you're Logan huh? I've heard a lot about you."

Logan snorted and tightened his jaw, "I haven't heard a thing about you." Richard nodded and picked up his bag, "Yeah, Scott and I tried to keep our relationship under wraps; we don't go to the most liberal school in the world."

Logan smirked blandly at the two young men then went back around the car and rolled under once more to finish his work. Scott stood in the door way a moment longer and then left closing the door with a soft click behind him. The moment Logan heard that click he dropped his hands to his sides and let his head fall back to rest against the concrete; a heavy sigh escaped his lips, "Fuck my life."

Scott opened the door to his room and smiled at Richard, "not much bigger then a dorm room huh?"

Richard laughed and shook his head pulled Scott close to him and kissing the younger man, "Do we have to share with your old roommate?"

Scott pulled away and set his bag down, "No Warren went home to see his parents this year."

Richard furrowed his brows, "Scott, are you ok?"

"Yeah," Scott lied; he sat on his old bed and looked out his window, "I guess I just wanted Logan to be happier to see me."

Richard nodded slowly then sank onto the mattress next to Scott, "Hey, don't think about it too much, he's probably just having a bad day."

Remy strode into the driveway and leaned on the hood of the car Logan was checking the tire pressure on, "have you seen Scott yet?"

Logan growled and stood up sharply, "I don't want to talk about it Rems."

Remy walked around the car and tugged on Logan's flannel shirt straitening the collar and brushing snow from his hair, "Mon Amor I know that you're upset, but he's so much younger then you, he's just not mature enough to keep up a relationship."

Logan brushed Remy off and got into the car pulling it back into the mansion, "It's my own dam fault."

Remy brushed hair out of his face and cornered Logan in the driver seat as he made to step out, "Listen to Remy, he knows what he's talking about, I know you're unhappy but I can make you feel a hell of a lot better."

Logan growled and grabbed Remy's hip digging his blunt fingers into the tender flesh, "get the fuck out of my way, I'm not in the mood for this flirting bullshit."

Remy stepped back and glowered at Logan whom made his way back into the main hall with a mutinous glare. Logan stepped into the hall and ran into Scott whom had been talking to someone over his shoulder. Scott started to fall and Logan shot out his arm wrapping it around the young man and hauling him up, they stood like that for a moment Scott cradled in Logan's strong arm and Scott opened his lips slightly his heart racing both from the fear of falling and the jolt of electricity being in Logan's arms sent through his system.

"Sorry Slim," Logan murmured and set the young man down and tried to step to the side and continue his movement down the hall when Scott touched his arm lightly and tried to stop him from leaving, "Richard and I were going out for a bite to eat; do you want to come?"

With a roll of his eyes Logan shook the young man off, "no, I'm not hungry," he continued down the hall and pressed the button to the elevator agitatedly wanting to get out of the main hall as soon as possible. The elevator door opened and Logan stepped inside. This particular elevator went straight down to the danger room. Logan punched in the code to load 'the gauntlet' training program. Hank had made it for him several years earlier it was a never ending loop of fight's increasing the opponent's ferocity, strength, and stamina with each win Logan made. He had never progressed past the fifteenth level; the fight was always ending in being choked to death by a mustached man with an eye patch. Today Logan had set out to kill the mustached man, there had to be a way to do it.

Storm watched Logan from the observation deck, she had come down to the danger room to select a training program for her student's that day but instead she ended up watching Logan. As it seemed to her he was unexplainably angry and although she had always warned him that physical violence was not the way to work out his aggression she had to admit seeing him attacking his fictional opponent made her very happy to think he wasn't bottling anything up inside of himself. Large fingers wrapped around Logan's throat and he struggled sinking his claws into the man's arm other than a slight recoil nothing happened and after a few moments Logan went limp and then the simulation ended.

The cold metal of the danger room floor hurt Logan's back he ached all over like he did every time he came back to life and he glared at the ceiling. It was his own fault he told himself. He couldn't kill the dammed mustached man and he couldn't keep a relationship up. He had pushed Scott away, he had alienated himself, and this is what he got. Scott was a happy well adjusted individual, he should be happy for him he told himself. Logan stood up and walked out of the danger room.

Scott sat in the passenger's seat of Richard's car and moaned softly as Richard kissed his neck. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as his boyfriend began to nip lovingly at the tender flesh. His mind however wasn't on Richard it was on Logan; Scott hadn't realized how much he still felt for the older man. How much he had missed Logan's strong assured grip, his strength, his warmth. Richard said something and Scott opened his eyes, "I didn't catch that."

"You're being distant again Scott," Richard said unbuckling the young man's seatbelt and laughing a little, "what are you thinking about?" A shrug was Richard's only answer; Richard smirked and took Scott's glasses from his face, "you more focused now Summers?"

Scott reached a hand out blindly trying to find his glasses, "Give them back Rick."

Richard smirked and kissed Scott holding the glasses at arm's length from him, "I'll make you a trade," He murmured softly letting his lips break from Scott's only far enough for coherent speech, "you take care of something for me, and you can have them back."

"Rick, this isn't funny, give me my glasses," Scott said an edge of anger creeping into his voice; he sat up strait and crossed his arms, "I shouldn't have to give you a blowjob to be able to see."

Richard frowned and sat up as well rolling his eyes, "you're no fun Scott; I don't see what the big deal is."

"You wouldn't," Scott fumbled for a second with the car door then it swung open and he stepped out, he set his hand on the side of the car and worked his way slowly to the end and then stretching, at first, one hand and then the other he felt the air and started to make his way down the hill they had driven up. Suddenly strong hands wrapped around his forearms and Scott jerked away until Richard pulled him close to his chest and slipped on Scott's glasses again, "I'm sorry Scott, I was being an asshole. Come on we'll go get something to eat ok?"

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Authors note: Best question ever asked by anybody: K, what crawled up Hank's butt and died? I mean Hank's like the nicest guy around unless you are threating Oro'! Where is she by the way? I hate Remy. - Cantar ()

So first question: Um, Hank is over protective of Scott. Why is this? I needed somebody to be and Hank is the only guy I feel like would be able to fight with Logan and sufficiently make him feel like shit.

Second: I love Storm don't get me wrong… but I can't write for her, I fail every time I try. I mean you can look at the last time she appeared and she is beyond OOC… so um she did appear this chapter… as I'm sure you've read but I mean I try to avoid her… she and I don't mesh well.

Also: Remy turn out to be a huge dick in this fiction… sorry guys I didn't mean to do that it just kind of happened…. O.O