Hey all! So, Oh My God, dun dun dun, the chapter you've all been waiting for! Yay! Huge thanks to storyofgreen, endiahna, and Patricia16 for reviewing. Read, Review, Enjoy!


Warren had nearly cried himself out and was just beginning to collect himself, when he felt a presence looming over him. Looking up quickly, he choked, panic sudden constricting his chest and making it impossible to breathe.

"Hello, pet," Scott said pleasantly, his smile calm and gentle, deceivingly so.

Had he seen the kiss? He had to have, for him to be smiling like that. Warren was all but hyperventilating; tears beginning to flood down his cheeks again. Suddenly there was no doubt in his mind that Scott had seen the kiss, it was all over. Terror crept over him like a living thing, ripping his insides to shreds and making him long to wrap his arms around his chest once more and rock back and forth until the world just disappeared. But he was too afraid to move.

"Don't cry," Scott whispered as he knelt down so as to be eye level with the younger mutant. Warren watched, frozen helplessly, as Scott gently brushed a tear from his cheek, his breath whistling out of his chest as though he'd been hit.

"I-I'm sorry," Warren stammered through his sobs, "I-I d-didn't m-mean to-to let him k-k-"

"Shh," Scott soothed, "I won't hurt you," His tone was so misleadingly gentle and soothing, it made Warren even more afraid, "Why would I punish you for Logan's sins?"

Warren tried to say something, even he wasn't quite sure what, but all that came out was a strangled whimper.

"There now," Scott breathed, "Just be a good boy, sit here and wait until I'm done. I'll come back for you and we'll be together forever." As Scott leaned forward and kissed him, obliterating the lingering taste of Logan that Warren had been struggling to cling to, even the kiss, so unlike the way it usually was, was smooth and gentle. Scott had completely lost it.

"Once I free you of that monster," Scott soothed, running a gentle hand through Warren's hair, making the younger mutant shudder, "Of that… that beast who has soiled you so, then everything will be fine. We'll leave this place and start a new life together."

Warren didn't respond. He barely even heard Scott over the mass chaos that consumed his body. But one thing did pierce through the pain; Logan was in danger, serious danger.

"Please," he tried to whisper, but it wouldn't come out right.

"Shh," Scott soothed, kissing him once more, "I won't be long, love."

Scott was already on his feet and several yards away when Warren became aware of the fact that he too was moving. With out even his telling them to, his legs had suddenly lifted him off of the ground and begun running towards Scott's retreating back, and strangled croak of, "No!" forcing its way through his swollen lips.

Scott turned, just in time to walk right into Warren's punch. Scott stumbled back several steps, a surprised hand on his bleeding nose. Scott stood there dumbly for a moment, staring at Warren in shock. Warren was in shock too as he stared back at the older mutant, his chest heaving as he still struggled to breathe, waiting in terror for what Scott would do next.

Scott did precisely what could have been predicted. His eyes narrowed, and his face became very red, and he rushed a Warren. Warren backed away, his hands up in futile defense, and Scott was upon him, shoving him to the ground, straddling him and proceeding to beat the living daylights out of him.

Warren cried out from the pain, struggling blindly. His mind was growing fuzzy and he knew he coming dangerously close to unconsciousness. No! His mind yelled at him as he felt himself giving up, No! You loose now, and you'll wake up to find Mr. Logan dead! That gave him the will to continue struggling. He had to break free, had to warn Logan, to make him leave, to run someplace where Scott would never find him, these were the only thoughts that penetrated Warren's reeling mind as they struggled, rolling around in the grass, Warren unable to do much but attempt to defend himself.

At last, all seemed lost. Scott had managed to pin Warren to the ground, punching him hard in the gut so that all of the breath left him in a rush. He lay, unable to move as he struggled to inhale. The terror alone was almost enough to make the younger mutant pass out. But it seemed that for the moment, Scott's lust surpassed his need for revenge, as he roughly began to yank away Warren's pants.

Tears were streaming continually unheeded down Warren face as he lay there, spread eagled in the grass, staring numbly up at the stars above his head, drowning in his own sorrow. His hand grasped at the ground beneath him, crying out as Scott roughly grabbed his manhood. But, instead of soft grass coming away in his hand, it collided with something hard. Without a second thought he grabbed it, and not even looking he swung whatever it was.

It turned out to be a thick, fallen tree branch, and it collided with Scott's head hard! He fell with a thud. Frantically, Warren crawled out from under the now limp body, pulling up his pants as he ran for Logan.

He'd never been to Logan's room before, and he had no idea where it was, but he ran blindly, his feet automatically taking him where he needed to be. He threw himself against the door that something in his subconscious told him was the right one, pounding frantically on it, calling for the older mutant in what was hardly more than a hoarse whisper, begging him to open the door.

After what felt like an eternity to Warren's panicked mind, but in reality was only a few seconds, Logan opened the door and Warren shoved passed him without waiting to be asking in.

"Warren? What the-?" Logan started to ask, but Warren didn't give him time to finish.

"You have to go," Warren said, frantically crossing the room and opening the top drawer in Logan's dresser, and began throwing clothes all over the room, "No, wait," he muttered, "No time for packing, you just have to go, now."

"Warren! Stop!" Logan said, grabbing the younger mutant by the shoulders, forcing him to stop moving. He took in the sight of the crazed boy, from his tousled, dirty hair, to his tear-filled, swollen eyes, to his freshly split lip, bruised cheek bone, and black eye, and right down to his torn shirt hanging oddly off of his far too thin frame, and his rumbled, hastily thrown on jeans.

"P-p-please," Warren begged brokenly, tears continually staining his cheeks, "You have to go. He'll kill you!"

Slowly, everything was beginning to come clear to Logan. "You never fell out of a tree, did you?" he asked, his dark eyes searching Warren's wide, crazed ones, "And you're not really with Scott."

"Please," Warren begged, "Go! Before he wakes up. There's no time." He began to struggle in Logan's grasp, but not to get away from him, to push him towards the door.

Logan thought about arguing, about pointing out that he was harder to kill then most guys, and he had more than half a mind to go kill Scott himself, right then and there. But as he once more took in the sight of the shaking, broken, terrified boy before him, he came to yet another of his hasty, impulsive decisions.

"OK," he said slowly, not moving, "I'll go, but on one condition."

"There's no time!"

"Come with me!" Logan shouted over his protests. Warren stopped dead. "I'm not going to leave you here with… that. If you want me to go, I will, but you're coming too."

Warren stared dumbly at him for several long minutes. But the moment was broken as somewhere far down the hallway there was a loud crash, and coarse, slurred swearing, followed by heavy, enraged footsteps headed toward them.

Warren stopped breathing, for about the millionth time that night.

"Come with me," Logan wheedled, in a softer tone.

"A-alright," Warren agreed, struggling to inhale around the emotions swirling through him, "Now, go!"

Logan didn't waste any more time talking; he grabbed Warren by the arm and began propelling him toward the door. They took off down the hall running, ignoring Scott's shouting, his lumbering steps. Suddenly, explosive red laser streams where following, blowing huge chunks of plaster off of the wall just above their heads as they ran.

There were students poking their heads out of doors along the hallway. Several of them screamed. It was mass chaos.

One laser blast made a vase explode right next to Warren and Logan as they passed it, showering them with bits of glass. Warren faltered, blood dripping from a fresh cut on his forehead, shocked by the close hit. Logan skidded around, once more grabbing his arm, forcing him back into motion.

They reached the garage and Logan jumped onto the nearest thing with wheels and working motor, pulling Warren behind him.

Thankfully, it was his own bike, and he'd left the keys in the ignition. With a flick of his wrist, and a quick warning for Warren to hold on tight, Logan started her up, and they were off, fleeing away into the night air, oblivious to the shouts, curses, and screams echoing behind them.


And there you have it! But never fear, this is by no means the end. How awful would it be if I just stopped there? With no proper LoganxWarren cuteness at all? No, I wouldn't do that. Besides, we still need to see Scott get what he deserves, no? So, review, review, review, so that updates can come faster:D