🌟Here's the first chapter of the overhaul. Fair warning it is long and a lot more has changed than remained the same. Enjoy🌟
〽️A New Kind of Mutant〽️
Sunday, May 24, 1992
Westchester, New York
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Danger Room
"Rogue, watch out!" Jubilee screamed seconds before Rouge was sent careening into one of the walls.
Gasping for breath, she blinked fuzzily up at the faux night sky as she tried to reorientate herself with her surroundings. Her vision was beginning to return when she found herself gazing up into the ruby-red visor-covered eyes of Scott Summers.
"Are you alright," he quietly asked as he knelt beside her.
"Right as rain sugar," Rogue muttered, her thick southern accent more pronounced than usual.
Scott's brow was furrowed in concern as his gaze swept over Rogue, looking for any injuries. Placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, he guided her upright and began prodding the back of her head. Rogue gasped in pain as his soft, tender touch grazed over a forming knot on the back of her head.
Sighing, Scott leaned back on his heels and let his somber gaze meet her resigned glare. "You're benched from all trainings and missions until that knot's gone. Let Jean check you over to ensure you don't have a concussion and put an ice pack on it to help with the swelling."
"You can't be serious, Scott," Rogue snarled at him. "It's just a bump on the head! I didn't even lose consciousness." She added exasperatedly when he raised his visor and let his Caribbean clear blue eyes land on her hazel brown ones.
"The fact that you didn't lose consciousness is the only reason I'm letting you walk out of here alone," Scott told her sternly.
"You are such a fucking hypocrite, Summers," Rogue snapped at him as she found her footing and stormed out of the Danger Room.
With a sigh, Scott turned back to the remaining team members and said, "Let's run through this scenario one more time."
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Rouge shoved open the door to medical and made her way toward where Jean was reading the latest medical journal on the X chromosome.
Looking up from her reading, Jean smiled when she saw her friend walking towards her. "Hey, Rouge, I thought you were in the morning training session."
"I was, but Scott benched me just because I got flung into a wall and have a knot on the back of my head."
"He benched you for that," Jean asked in confusion.
"Yep, and then told me to have you check me over for a concussion," Rogue told her as she dropped onto the empty chair beside Jean's workstation.
"Where's the knot on your head?" Jean asked as she shined a light into Rogue's eyes to check her pupil dilation.
"Back of my head," Rogue told her with a shrug.
"Your pupil dilation is normal," Jean told her as she gently felt around the back of her head for the knot. A few seconds later, she noted Rogue's wince when she found the knot. "Well, I don't think you have a concussion, but you do have a bump. I recommend taking Tylenol for the pain and an ice pack to keep the swelling down."
"I figured that's what ya were going to say," Rouge said as she glanced up at her friend's face.
"Unfortunately, I can't unbench you. Scott's the team leader, and his decisions are final." Jean said apologetically.
"I know," Rogue muttered darkly. "I'm just tired of him being a hypocrite regarding injuries."
"I can bring it up to the Professor at the next meeting if you'd like," Jean told her kindly.
"I don't think it'll make any difference, Jean. Scott's always been this way," Rogue told her as she stood. "See ya at dinner," Rogue said as she left.
Nodding, Jean turned back to her medical journal.
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Rogue went to the kitchen for an ice pack, muttering about hypocritical leaders who don't know the difference between a concussion and a bump on the noggin. Wrenching open the freezer door, she grabbed an ice pack and Scott's last carton of B&J Cookie Dough ice cream.
If he was benching her until further notice, the least he could do was let her drown her sorrows with his precious ice cream. Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, she hurried out of the kitchen and headed towards the room she shared with Kitty.
As she neared the stairs, she caught sight of Scott talking to Beast in the hallway. As she stormed past him, she shot him the glare she had reserved for, especially for Logan, when he had pissed her off.
She hurried up the stairs least. Scott came after her and saw that she'd stolen his ice cream. Yanking open her bedroom door, she slid into her room. Collapsing onto her bed, she quickly dug into her stolen treasure.
She had eaten about half of the carton when the bedroom door opened, and Kitty and Bobby came in wrapped around each other like two octopuses. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Pride?" She snapped at them angrily.
"What," Kitty and Bobby yelped in surprise as they quickly broke apart and stared at Rogue in confusion.
"We have a deal, Pride," Rogue reminded Kitty pointedly.
"Oh, I just like forgot Rogue. You don't need to get all huffy about it." Kitty whined at her.
"You've been forgetting an awful lot lately," Rogue told her with a pointed look.
"Just because you're not getting any doesn't mean you have to cock block me," Kitty snapped at her.
"Both of you can get the fuck out now," Rogue snapped as she wrenched open the door and waited until they stood in the hallway before slamming the door in their faces. "Fucking roommates," she muttered darkly as she locked the door before returning to eating her stolen ice cream.
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Scott noticed Rogue as soon as she entered the hallway. Following her with his eyes as she vanished up the stairs, he apologetically turned to Hank, Beast. "I'm sorry, Hank, but I need to check on Rogue after what happened this morning."
"Of course," Hank said, nodding understandingly at Scott. "Just don't say anything you'll regret later, Scott," Hank added, a melancholy smile tugging at his lips.
"I don't plan to."
"No one ever does," Hank replied sadly.
"Hank?" Scott asked, confusion coloring his voice.
"Just an old man's woes," Hank said with a wave as he left Scott at the bottom of the stairs.
Shaking his head in worry for his longtime friend, Scott turned and made his way up the stairs. He had just reached the first landing when a door slamming on the floor above echoed around him. Sighing, Scott slowed as he reached the second landing and turned towards his room. He would try talking to Rogue tomorrow after she had calmed down.
He had just reached his bedroom door when he heard the one voice he could have lived without hearing.
"What the hell is going on bub?" Logan demanded as he wrenched his and Jean's door open and stuck his head out.
"Rouge's in one of her fucking moods," Kitty snapped darkly as she appeared out of nowhere next to them.
"Why?" Logan asked her, still glaring at Scott as though this was his fault – and to be fair, Rogue's bad mood likely was his fault.
"I don't know. I think it's because of some guy she's sexually frustrated over." Kitty told them with a frown. "I kind of zoned out after a while. Her voice gets annoying after a while, you know?"
"I think you missed the mark with that one, Kitty," Scott told her as he leaned against his doorframe.
"What guy?" Logan asked, his brow creasing in worry.
"I don't know! Why don't you like go ask her yourself?" Kitty snapped as she stomped off.
"Where do ya think you're going, Kit?" Logan hollered after her.
"I need ice cream if I have to share a room with that psycho!" Kitty yelled back as she stomped down the stairs.
"Keep your hands off my ice cream," Scott called after her.
Feeling Logan's dark gaze on him, Scott turned back towards him. "What?"
"Why's she pissed at ya now?" Logan asked.
"I benched her until the knot on the back of her head is gone," Scott said with a shrug. "Apparently, that makes me a hypocrite."
"Letting your feelings get in the way of making rational decisions, are we now?" Logan asked coyly.
"Wh..what?!" Scott sputtered in shock. "Of course not. Shut up, Logan." Scott snapped as Logan burst into uncontrollable laughter. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes and muttered, "I don't know. Maybe?"
"You should tell her," Logan told him quietly. "Her birthday is on the first," Logan added as he slipped back into his and Jean's room.
Scott stood in the hallway dumbfounded for several minutes before shaking his head and entering his room to plan for the upcoming final English exams. "Or maybe I'll just take a nap," he mumbled as he looked between his bed and the pile of work waiting for him on his desk.
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Monday, May 25, 1992
Westchester, New York
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Dining Room
Rouge was in an even worse mood the following day if that was possible – which it was. Logan cornered Scott at the breakfast bar as he was fixing his coffee.
"I take it ya haven't talked to her yet," Logan asked in a low, gruff whisper.
"No," Scott said, shaking his head. "I skipped dinner last night."
"So did she," Logan said, glancing over at Rogue, where she was sitting on the window seat. "Jeanie said she wasn't pissed at you when she left medical yesterday."
"Sure, didn't seem that way yesterday evening," Scott muttered, glancing over at her.
"Naw, chances are Kit and Bobby did something to tick her off after the fact," Logan said with a knowing look. "Those two are the only ones who can get her to slam doors. She glares and tells the rest of us off. I don't mind talking to her about what's happening, but you'll have to live with her pissed off for the next two weeks since Jeanine and I are leaving for our trip in thirty minutes."
"I'll talk to her today about what happened yesterday," Scott told Logan as he took a long drink of his coffee. "I don't think I can take another seven minutes of this, let alone fourteen days."
"Good," Logan said, clapping Scott on the shoulder. "Just don't piss her off more, Boy Scout?"
"Yeah, yeah, Tinman, I know how to have a conversation," Scott said, rolling his eyes and waving Logan off good-naturedly. "Are you ready for your trip?"
"Yep, I've got everything planned out perfectly. Marie even helped me pick out the ring, so there's no doubt she'll love it."
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Tuesday, May 26, 1992
Westchester, New York
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Kitchen
Scott rolled over and looked at the bright blue numbers glaring at him from his alarm clock. It was midnight, and he had spent the last three hours trying to fall asleep. Sighing, Scott sat up, giving up on the illusion of sleep, and went to the kitchen for tea and a snack.
When he got to the kitchen, he bypassed turning on the overhead lights, went straight for the refrigerator, and opened the freezer door to pull out his replacement B&J Cookie Dough ice cream carton. He had discovered that someone had stolen his last carton.
"Fuck," he snarled when he discovered his replacement carton was missing too. "Those fucking kids better keep their thieving hands off my dam ice cream." Wrenching open the refrigerator door, he grabbed one of Logan's Moosehead Lagers and popped the tab before taking a long swig.
"Logan's gonna kick your ass if you drink all of his beer." A voice behind him said.
Chocking, Scott spun around and found a pair of dark hazel eyes staring back at him. Rogue sat at the kitchen island eating his B&J Cookie Dough ice cream.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Scott asked as he sat on the bar stool next to her.
"Kitty locked me out of our room to have sex," Rouge said with a shrug as she took a big bite of cookie dough ice cream. "What about you?"
"Couldn't sleep," Scott told her as he took in the dark circles under her eyes. "Is that my ice cream?"
"Yep, and it's as delicious as the last carton, too," Rogue told him with an evil smirk as she took another big bite of ice cream.
"You're the one that keeps stealing my ice cream?" Scott asked in faux outrage as he leaned back in his chair.
Glaring at him, Maire snapped, "You benched me for a bump on the head; then Kitty told me I'm cock blocking her because I'm not getting any and locked me out of my room to have sex with my ex. Plus, I listened to her droning on about how sexy you look in the blue swim trunks with the little red crabs. So, if I want to drown my sorrows by eating your ice cream, you bet your lucky stars I will sugar."
"Alright, I may have overreacted about you hitting your head, but it's only because I care about you, Maire. And what the fuck do you mean listening to her drone on about how sexy I look in swim trunks?"
"How do you not know she's had a crush on you for the last three years?" Rogue asked, shaking her head in disbelief. "You care about me?"
"How would I know that? Of course, I care about you." Scott said as he gently brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek.
Smiling at him softly, Rogue leaned forward and let her lips brush against his in a light kiss. Pulling back, she looked at him nervously. "Was that okay," she asked hesitantly.
"More than," Scott told her as he leaned back in and kissed her again.
Pulling back, Marie grabbed another spoon out of the drawer and handed it to Scott before pushing the carton of ice cream between them. They ate a couple of bites in silence before Marie spoke again. "I'd avoid being alone with Kitty if I were you."
"Surely it can't be that bad," Scott asked.
"In her words, she'd jump you any chance she has, even if it means having sex in the library."
"That's just wrong," Scott groaned as he dropped his head into his hands.
"Yes, it is," Marie said, nodding sympathetically at him as she rubbed his shoulders.
Turning to look at her, Scott quietly asked, "Am I forgiven for benching you now?"
"Maybe," Marie told him with a cheeky smile and a wink.
"I did only bench you because I care about you."
"I know, but it doesn't change the fact that you've gone on missions with broken ribs, and those can cause a lot more internal damage than a little ole bump on the head," Maire told him pointedly.
"If Hank clears you, I'll unbench you," Scott promised quietly.
"Thank you," Maire said as she tried to stifle a yawn.
"Come on," Scott said as he stood and held a hand out to her. "You can sleep in my room tonight."
Laughing, Maire took his hand as she said, "I usually expect at least one date before I climb into bed with a guy."
Shaking his head at her as he led her up the stairs, Scott turned to her and asked, "How about pizza and a movie instead?"
"Sounds perfect," Maire told him softly as they slipped into Scott's room and bed.
"Sunday?" Scott asked as he pulled the blankets over the two of them.
"It's a date," Marie said as she kissed his lips softly.
"Yes, it is," Scott whispered as he pulled her close.
〽️A New Kind of Mutant〽️
Sunday, May 31, 1992
Westchester, New York
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Movie Room
Over the following few days, things were relatively quiet for those who called Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters home, and tonight, they found all but two of the residents out celebrating the end of the school year and the start of summer.
Rouge and Scott were curled up next to each other on the oversized sofa in the movie room. A half-empty pizza box lay discarded on the coffee table in front of them while Terminator 2: Judgement Day played on the television in the background. Neither one was paying any attention to the movie as they were too wrapped up in each other to care what was happening on the screen in front of them.
Pulling back for a breath of air, Scott gazed lovingly at Maire. "Tomorrow's your twenty-first birthday, right?" He asked.
"Yes," Marie said in confusion about where this conversation was going.
"Do you have any big plans to celebrate?"
"No, Logan and Jean were supposed to take me to a bar in the city to celebrate, but that was pushed back when they had to change the date of their trip."
"How about if we go into the city to celebrate? Logan's not the only one who knows a few good bars in the city." Scott told her.
"Are you sure?" Marie asked, trying to picture what type of bar Scott might frequent.
"Yes," Scott assured her, "After all, you only turn twenty-one once."
"Well, if you insist," Maire said as she leaned in to kiss him again.
"I do," Scott said as he pulled her onto his lap and deepened the kiss.
〽️A New Kind of Mutant〽️
Monday, June 1, 1992
Westchester, New York
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Garage
At seven the following evening, Rogue descended the steps to the garage and found Scott leaning against his bike dressed in tight-fitting dark wash jeans, a plain white tee, black riding boots, a black leather jacket, and ruby quartz lensed sunglasses.
Hearing her enter, Scott smiled as he took in Marie's appearance. "Wow," he whispered, "you look stunning."
She wore a white jean mini skirt that ended mid-thigh, a white tank top, knee-high dark brown leather boots, and a matching brown leather jacket. Her hair, cut in feathery waves some months ago, brushed her shoulders and was done in a side part so that her two stands of white hair fell on the right side of her face.
"You like?" Maire asked, twirling around for him.
"I love it, babe," Scott said with a smile as he pushed away from his bike and stole a kiss.
"You look incredibly sexy. I'm beginning to see the appeal of jumping you in public." Shooting him a mischievous grin, she added, "Maybe even the library."
Laughing, Scott pulled her to him and leaned down to whisper, "I'd let you," before pulling away, leading her to his bike, and climbing on before helping her climb on.
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Manhattan, New York
The Zol
Scott drove them to The Zol in Manhattan. Parking, Scott climbed off before helping Maire off and leading her into the establishment.
Inside, Zel, the owner/bartender, waved hello to Scott before reaching for two clean glasses. "Ye want your usual Scott."
Scott looked at Marie and asked, "Do you trust me?"
Gazing into his ocean-blue eyes, she nodded and whispered, "With my life."
"Give me two Molson's to start, please, Zel."
"Really," Zel asked, raising a surprised brow at Scott.
"Yeah, today's her twenty-first birthday," Scott explained, nodding toward Maire.
"Well then, two Molson's coming right up," Zel said with a smile.
A few minutes later, Zel brought them their drinks. "Hi, I'm Zel, the owner/bartender of this eloquent establishment," Zel said with a chuckle.
"Maire, but my full name's Anna Maire." Pausing to take another sip of her drink, Maire looked up to see a mixture of longing, sorrow, and happiness in Zel's eyes. "You can call me Anna Maire if you'd like."
"Well, Anna Marie, do ye like lemon?"
"Yes,"
"Then I have the perfect drink to celebrate your birthday," Zel told her with a wink. "Give me a couple of minutes to mix it for ye and make sure that one paces himself. He's a bit of a lightweight."
"Lies," Scott laughingly yelled after Zel.
A few minutes later, Zel returned with a yellow drink in hand. "Here ye go," he said, placing the glass before her.
Bringing the martini glass to her lips, Maire took a tentative sip. "This is delicious," she exclaimed. "What is it?"
"A Lemon Cupcake Martini," Zel said with a fond smile, "A friend of mine from the old country use ta make em whenever it was her birthday."
"Tell your friend to thank you for me the next time you see her, please?" Maire implored as she took another sip before turning to Scott. "Do you wanna taste?"
"Nah, you enjoy your birthday drink, baby," Scott told her as he took another sip of his drink.
Several hours later, a tipsy Marie, due to Logan's healing factor, and a very drunk Scott stumbled out of The Zol before heading home.
〽️A New Kind of Mutant〽️
Monday, June 1, 1992
Westchester, New York
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
"Come on, Scott, we have to get upstairs," Maire told a slightly less drunk Scott as she helped him off the back of his bike. Getting him standing, Marie draped his arm over her shoulders and began leading him towards the door into the kitchen.
She had made it to the back door of her brand-new black Toyota 4Runner when a loud rustling noise from somewhere had her jerking and sent them both tumbling to the garage floor.
"Ow," Scott gasped in pain as he looked up at Marie, who had fallen on top of him.
"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to do that," Marie whispered as she sat back on his long legs. Considering his pale appearance, Marie asked, "Do you think you can make it upstairs, or do you want to wait?"
"Wait," Scott gasped hoarsely as he rubbed at his aching head.
"Hang on just a second, sweetheart," she said as she scrambled off him and yanked open her SUV's back driver's side door. Moving back over to Scott, she helped him to his feet and guided him into the back seat of her car.
They sat quietly curled into each other for a few minutes when the same noise that had startled her before had her inching closer to Scott in fear and banging her head on the underside of his jaw as she turned her head to see if she could find where the rustling sound was coming from.
"Fuck Maire," Scott yelped as he rubbed his sore jaw.
"I'm so sorry, love; I don't know why I'm so jumpy." She told him as she leaned in and kissed his jaw.
Groaning, Scott maneuvered them to sit in the middle of the seat, with Marie straddling his lap. Sliding his hands up under her shirt, he made quick work of her bra as he trailed kisses down her neck, and Marie fought to get both their jackets off them.
It took a lot of maneuvering, but they were both topless, and Maire had lost her boots and skirt. Scott's lips trailed up her neck until he claimed her mouth in a heated kiss. Somehow, he flipped them to lie comfortably across the back seat.
Scott pulled back to admire Marie, flushed, and spread underneath him. Sliding down her, Scott traced his thumb over the tender peak of her nipples until they were as hard as pebbles, then he lowered his mouth to her breasts, placing gentle kiss across her chest.
"Scott…. please," she gasped when it became too much for her, as she tugged at his hair to bring his mouth back up to hers.
Trailing kisses up her chest to her mouth, Scott claimed her mouth in a searing kiss as he slid her panties down her long legs before sliding two fingers into her warm, wet, welcoming heat.
Marie gasped as Scott brought her to orgasm using his fingers before pulling out of her. She whimpered at the loss and watched in a daze as Scott shoved his jeans and boxers down. After what felt like eons, he slid into her. His kiss masked the yelp of pain that escaped from between her lips.
He gave her a few minutes to adjust to the feeling of being filled before he began moving slowly and steadily. With each thrust, her second orgasm grew closer, and when he took her over the edge for a second time that night, she gasped out his name as her nails raked down his back. The pulsing heat of her surrounding him sent Scott into his orgasm and muffled his cries of pleasure in her bare shoulder as she bit and sucked at the tender skin.
They lay exhausted and stayed in each other's arms for a while before Scott flipped them so Marie was lying on top of him. Feeling along the floorboards, he found the blanket she kept in the car and draped it over it before falling asleep.
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Tuesday, June 2, 1992
Westchester, New York
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Just before dawn, Maire woke and redressed in last night's clothes. She gently woke Scott up and helped him dress before trying to help him inside.
"No," he groaned tiredly. "Just leave me here. I'll be fine right here, baby."
"Alright," Marie said, "but we need to talk about what happened last night, sweetheart."
"After breakfast and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee." Scott promised as he fell back asleep.
Smiling to herself, Marie lazily climbed the stairs, lost in thought about what had happened the previous night. While it wasn't what she had thought their first time together would be like, she couldn't deny that it had been wonderful in its own way. She quietly walked down the long hallway to the room she shared with Kitty. Trying the doorknob, she found it locked. Sighing, she turned, walked back up the hallway to Scott's room, and slipped in. She had been spending most of her nights here and had left a change of clothes in the bottom dresser drawer. Pulling the drawer open, she took out her burgundy plaid shirt and shorts.
Slipping into the ensuite, she went to the glass-encased shower and turned it on. She undressed while she waited for the water to warm up. Stepping into the shower, she let the warm water soothe aching muscles before washing. She had to borrow Scott's body wash and shampoo as she had none of her own. Hopefully, he wouldn't mind.
Marie was drying her hair when she heard someone moving around in the bedroom before the door to the ensuite opened. Glancing over her shoulder as she brushed out her long, wavy locks, she gave Scott a soft smile as he leaned against the doorframe, observing her.
"Hey," she softly said, "how are you feeling?"
"Like the lightweight Zel swears I am. My head's killing me," he mumbled as he slipped behind her and pulled her flush against him. Nuzzling the nape of her, he took in her scent and smiled. "You smell like me," he mumbled into her skin as he pressed a kiss there.
"I used your shampoo and body wash. Sorry."
"Don't be. I love that you smell like me." He quietly admitted. Pulling back slightly, he loosened his hold on her waist so she could turn to face him while still being in his arms. "What happened last night?" he asked softly.
"How much do you remember?" she asked, teeth worrying at her bottom lip.
"Just bits and pieces. I think I remember you driving us home, and something about a…. noise that frightened you and both of us ending up on the garage floor?" said his brow furrowed in concertation.
Maire smiled up at him, nodding that he was on the right track and for him to continue.
"I don't recall why, but you asked if I could make it upstairs or if I wanted to wait, and then you somehow managed to get both of us into the back seat of your car." Scott paused there and gazed down at her.
"You got pale after I knocked us both to the floor."
Nodding in understanding, Scott continued, "I think there was that noise again you whacked your head on my jaw."
"Yes,"
"I remember you straddling me and kissing and clothing being removed, but I can't remember anything after that. I vaguely recall telling you to let me sleep a little longer and that we'd talk after breakfast and lots of coffee. And then waking up naked in the back seat of your car a little while ago," Scott finished, his worried gaze resting on top of Marie's head as her gaze was now tilted towards the floor.
"Oh," she murmured.
"Marie, baby, can you look at me, please," Scott pleaded as the fingers of his left hand hovered just out of reach of her jawline. "Baby, what don't I remember," Scott asked as he slowly, so as not to spook her, lifted her chin until their gazes locked on each other.
Shaking her head, Marie tried to slip from his arms, but Scott tightened his hold on her waist and pulled her back against him. "Baby, please tell me what happened." He whispered as he pressed a tender kiss on top of her head. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, of course not," Marie assured him as she clutched his shirt.
After a few minutes, Scott asked the one question he dreaded asking her. "Marie, did we have sex?"
Biting her lip, Marie looked worriedly up at him before looking back down and nodding her head.
"Shit," Scott cursed softly. "I'm so sorry, Marie," he whispered as she buried her face in his chest, her whole frame shaking from fighting back the sobs threatening to break free. "Shhh, sweetheart," he whispered, rubbing her back soothingly.
"Why," she sobbed in surprise, jerking back like she'd been burned.
"Why what?" Scott asked, his confusion plain to see across his face. He was expecting anger, not a surprise.
"Why are you sorry," she demanded of him softly.
"Because you deserved better than my drunken fumbling in the back seat of a car," Scott told her as he wiped the tears from her cheeks and the corners of her eyes.
He was shocked when a slow smile spread across her lips, her eyes lighting up in joy as she surged up on her tiptoes and pulled him into the best and dirtiest kiss of his life. Surprised, he blinked down at her as she pulled back from the kiss.
"It doesn't matter where we were; I'm just glad my first time was with you." She told him huskily as she slipped past him.
It took Scott a few seconds for Marie's words to fully register with his addled brain, but when they did, he was out of his bathroom and back in his bedroom before she had even reached the door. Grabbing her wrist, he spun her around to face him and stared wide-eyed at the curious expression in her hazel eyes.
"First time," he sputtered at her when he finally found his voice.
"Yes," she said, nodding as she glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand. "If you have a problem with it, we can discuss it after breakfast. Everyone will be heading down shortly, and I think we'd both prefer if no one saw me leaving your room."
"Problem with it," he parroted back at her.
"Yes," she said, fixing him with a Logan-like glare.
"You're going to be the death of me, Marie," he groaned as he captured her lips in a toe-curling kiss. "You can't just tell me something like that and expect it not to affect me." He mumbled against her lips as he pressed his body against hers.
"We can talk after you shower, and we've both had something to eat and lots of coffee." She gasped out weakly at the feel of him against her. "Scott," she moaned as he peppered kiss against her skin, "I mean it, shower, food, and coffee, then we can talk."
"Fine," Scott groaned as he pulled away from her and let her slip into the hall with one last searing kiss and a wink.
Leaning against his closed door, he groaned again; she was going to be the death of him, especially if she kept it up.
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Somehow, he made it through his shower and was downstairs to the kitchen before most of the students and teachers had even finished their morning routines.
He smiled when he entered and noticed Maire seated in the breakfast nook with her cup of coffee and talking with Ororo. Making his way over to the cabinets, he quickly made his own large cup of coffee. When he finished, he slid into the empty chair next to Maire as he nodded good morning to Ororo.
"It's been a while since you've had to wear your glasses indoors," Ororo commented, taking note of his classic red lenses.
"My eyes are bothering me this morning," Scott said with a shrug as he took a large gulp of his coffee.
"I imagine they would be, given how much Zel said you had to drink last night. I'm surprised you're even awake, let alone walking around." Ororo said with a smirk.
"Zel should learn to keep his mouth shut," Scott muttered darkly as he took another large gulp of coffee. Looking at Marie, he asked, "How aren't you hungover, too?"
Glancing at him, she shrugged and said, "Guess Logan's healing factor is good for more than just aches and pains."
"Of course, Tinman wouldn't be able to get hungover like the rest of us mere mortals," Scott said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.
"Be nice," Marie said with a pointed glare at him.
"I'm always nice," Scott told her with a smirk.
"Sure, ya are," Marie replied, rolling her eyes.
Ororo shook her head in disbelief at the two of them. How neither one realized that they loved each other was beyond her. "Did you have a good birthday, Rogue?"
"Yeah, I did," Marie told her with a smile.
"What did you end up doing?" Ororo asked.
Marie glanced at Scott, unsure if she should tell Ororo that Scott had taken her out to celebrate her birthday since Logan and Jean had to reschedule their trip at the last minute.
Glancing at Marie, Scott shrugged before taking the decision out of her hands. "I took her to The Zol to celebrate, and Zel made her two Lemon Cupcake martinis."
Ororo blinked at both in shock before turning her gaze to Rogue. "Zel made you two Lemon Cupcake martinis?"
"Yes," Marie said nervously, eyeing Scott.
"He and I are going to have words," Ororo said in mock anger. "I can't even get him to make me one, and he made you two? The betrayal." Ororo added, placing her hand over her heart for dramatic effect.
"I take it that's something he usually doesn't do?" Marie asked, looking between Scott and Ororo.
"I've never seen him make anyone more than one," Ororo told her, shaking her head. "He makes them in memory of his friend Rae, but he's never exactly explained why they were special to her." After a moment, she added, "Zel must have taken a liking to you, Rouge."
"At least we know who to send when we need a favor from Zel," Scott laughed as he massaged the nape of Marie's neck.
Shrugging, Marie took another slow sip of her coffee. Just as she finished, the kitchen door slammed against the wall as Kitty, Bobby, Jubilee, and John entered the kitchen.
"Hey, Chica," Jubilee called to her as she and John sidestepped Kitty and Bobby, who were in the middle of a heated argument, and made their way over to the counter to fix their breakfast.
"Hey, Jubes," Marie replied as she glanced over at Scott, who was rubbing his temples and wincing every time Kitty and Bobby's voices rose another octave. "You alright?" she asked quietly after a harrowing look crossed his face.
Shaking his head, he drained the rest of his coffee and stood to make another cup.
"Why would you even think I'd ever be okay with go-cart racing for a date?" Kitty shrieked as she threw her hands up and glared at Bobby.
"Because it's fun," Bobby told her, "unlike going to the mall for the millionth time."
"You have no idea what's fun," Kitty yelled back as she threw her arms out again and hit Scott in the arm, causing him to drop his freshly made cup of coffee. The shattering of the ceramic mug on the kitchen floor made Kitty and Bobby finally take note of the other people in the kitchen. "Oops," Kitty said, looking from Scott's exasperated expression to the scattered mug pieces and the puddle of coffee at his feet. "Sorry about that, Mr. Summers," Kitty told him as she reached for some paper towels to clean up the mess.
"Should have watched where you were going, Scott," Bobby smirked.
"It's still Mr. Summer's to you, Drake; you have two summer classes to get through before you have even a remote chance of calling me Scott." Scott snarled at Bobby as he stocked out of the kitchen.
Glancing around the room, Bobby took in the stunned faces of Kitty, Jubilee, and John before turning to look at Marie and Ororo. "What the fuck is his problem," Bobby demanded.
"Apart from your attitude towards him," Ororo asked as she stood and followed Scott.
"I don't have a fucking attitude with him," Bobby snapped.
"Yes, you do," Marie told him as she stood, pulled out a travel mug, and began making Scott another cup of coffee. "You've always had an attitude toward Scott and Logan." She told him as she made her way to the door; she stopped and turned to look at Bobby, "I'd steer clear of Scott for the rest of the day. He's not feeling well, and I doubt you want to make the issue between the two of you worse by saying something stupid again." With that, she quickly left the kitchen and went in search of Scott.
She found him stretched out in a dim corner of the library in one of the oversized armchairs. "Hey," she said quietly, placing the travel mug on the side table beside him.
"Thanks," he told her as he cracked one eye to look at her.
"Of course. Do you want me to leave," she asked after a quiet moment passed between them.
"No," Scott said tiredly as he reached for her hand and guided her to sit on the chair beside him.
Marie smiled as she curled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder. It wasn't long before they were both asleep.
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Marie woke to fingers lazily running through her hair; tilting her head back, she met Scott's hooded clear blue gaze and gave him a soft, loving smile. "Hi," she whispered shyly. "How's your headache."
"Mostly gone, the coffee helped." He told her, yawning.
"I'm glad. We still need to talk about this, don't we?" she asked, motioning between them.
Nodding, Scott sighed, "Yeah, we do."
Marie glanced at him before looking down at her hands and picking at her cuticles. "Marie?" Scott asked softly as he grasped her hands in his. "Please look at me, love."
Marie reluctantly met his gaze, raising her head slowly, and Scott hesitantly continued. "I don't want this to be something we're doing for fun or to destress. I," pausing, he took a deep breath and decided to take Logan's advice for once, "adore spending time with you and talking with you. I want to see where this goes if you're willing. See if it turns into a relationship." He finished as he looked at her imploringly.
Marie sat in shock; Scott wanted a relationship with her, not just someone to fuck but an actual relationship. Fuck she wasn't quite sure what to say. She knew what she wanted to say, but there was much more to consider than just her and Scott's wants. There were Jean's feelings to consider, the team's reaction, and Kitty and her Scott obsession.
"Marie, please, for once, do what'll make you happy," Scott begged her as he cupped her face. "Aren't you tired of always worrying about how everyone else will feel? I know I am."
Blinking at him, she threaded her fingers in his hair and pulled him into a soul-searching kiss. Scott moaned as he pulled her closer to him and deepened the kiss. She reluctantly tore away from him to suck in huge lungfuls of air. Resting her forehead against his, she whispered the words that would either shatter or reshape their worlds. "Yes, Scott. I want more than just a fling."
"Good," Scott told her, grinning as he pulled her back in for another kiss.
〽️A New Kind of Mutant〽️
Tuesday, June 9, 1992
Westchester, New York
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
A week later found Marie sleeping soundly, wrapped safely in Scott's arms.
The airport was loud and packed with holiday travelers, and she knew she shouldn't have wandered off from Uncle Aze and Uncle Vicky, but she had left Sharlie sitting on the table at the restaurant where they had eaten lunch, and she couldn't leave Sharlie behind. Mummy had given him to her to keep safe, after all.
She had no trouble navigating her way back to the restaurant, collecting Sharlie from his seat on the chair, and returning to the gate where the rest of her family was, which was the difficult part of her spontaneous rescue mission.
She had been trying to find the gate when she bumped into a rather wild-looking man. Looking up at him, she smiled anxiously. "I'm sorry, sir; I didn't mean to bump into you."
"It's fine, kid," the wild man told her in a gruff but gentle voice as he squatted in front of her. "Where are your parents," he asked, looking around as if he thought they would magically appear beside her.
"At the gate."
"And they let you go off by yourself?" he asked, a confused look spreading across his face.
"Not exactly," she admitted to him. "I left Sharlie at the restaurant, so I went back to get him while Uncle Aze and Uncle Vicky talked to the lady at the counter about our flight." After a second, she added, "I didn't want to interrupt them."
"I think they might have preferred you interrupting them to how worried they probably are not knowing where you went." The wild man told her sternly. "Do you remember the letter or gate number?"
"Yes, it's A59."
"You're going the wrong way then," he told her with a smile. "A59 is on the other side of the long hallway. How about I walk you there so you don't get turned around again, kid?"
"Okay," she told him as she grasped his hand and pulled him up.
Chuckling at her excitement, they began the trek to gate A59.
It took them nearly twenty minutes to weave through the crowded concourse. When they finally reached their destination, they discovered a distraught young woman with long golden blonde waves and two men anxiously talking to two TSA agents.
"MUMMY!" the little girl shrieked as she hurled herself full force at the sobbing young woman.
"Annie," her mother gasped as she pulled her into her arms. "Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried we've been? Why did you wander off ängel?"
"I left Sharlie at the restaurant, and Uncle Aze and Uncle Vicky were talking to the lady, and I didn't want to interrupt them, so I went to get him by myself, but I got lost on the way back, and then I bumped into Mr. Wild Man, and he helped me get back here to you. I'm sorry for worrying you, Mummy."
"Mr. Wild Man," her mother asked, blinking in confusion at her daughter's rushed explanation.
"Yes," the little girl told her mother, nodding as she turned around and pointed at her savior, now staring in shock at her Uncle Vicky.
"Victor?" The man asked in surprise.
"Jimmy," Uncle Victor replied, a smile spreading across his lips. "It's been a long time, hasn't little brother?'
"Twelve years," Jimmy said, smiling in return.
"Thanks for getting her back to us. I don't know what I'd do if I had lost Streaks." Uncle Victor said as he offered his hand to Jimmy.
"You'd cry," Streaks, or Annie as her mother had called her, said as she walked over to them. "Thank you for helping me get back to my family, Mr. Wild Man."
"Mr. Wild Man," Jimmy asked, chuckling as Uncle Victor and Uncle Aze laughed.
"Yep, 'cause your hair makes you look like you live in the forest," Annie explained.
Laughing, Jimmy knelt in front of her again. "You're very welcome, and the name's James, but my friends call me Jimmy," Jimmy told her with a wink.
"I'm Anna Marie, but I only get called that when I'm in trouble, so everyone calls me Annie. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Jimmy."
"It's nice to meet you, Annie; try not to let Sharlie wander off again," Jimmy said as he righted himself.
"I'll try, but he does love his adventures," Annie said with a grin.
"Well, then I'll watch for him anytime I'm going on an adventure, kid." With one last smile, Jimmy turned and headed back to his gate on the other side of the airport.
Scott's alarm ringing roused Marie from the strange dream, or was it a fleeting memory, she wondered as she reached over and pressed the snooze button. Staring up at the ceiling, she tried to recall the names and faces of the people in her dream, but it was like trying to keep water from seeping out of cupped hands. However, one name did seem to stick out in her mind, even if she couldn't recall his face or the sound of his voice, Jimmy. Jimmy, whoever he was, was significant of that; she was positive.
She was starting to drift back to sleep when a strange new voice drifted up from the recesses of her mind, "And, so, it begins."
"What begins," she muttered aloud as she curled into Scott's side.
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"Hey, Kid," Logan's gruff voice called out to her as she wandered into the kitchen an hour later.
"Logan," she grinned as she took in the older man sitting at the kitchen table. "How was your trip," she asked as she poured a bowl of cereal.
"About as interesting as Hank droning on about the merits of the X-genome," Logan said with a snort.
"I take it you didn't care for Jean's brother?" Marie asked in between a spoonful of soggy cereal.
"Didn't like 'im or dislike 'im, kid," Logan told her as he flipped his newspaper over.
"Mmm," Marie said around a mouthful of cereal. "Did you propose?"
"Yep," Logan said, scanning over an article on the growing tension in the Middle East.
"And," she demanded, fixing him with a searching gaze.
"She loved the ring and told me I was lucky you had excellent taste in jewelry," Logan said with a smile. "How was your birthday?"
"It was fine. Scott took me to The Zol in Manhattan." She said with a half-hearted shrug.
"Really," Logan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did you meet Zel?"
"Yep."
"Did he make you one of his Lemon Cupcake martinis?"
"No, he made me two." She told him, looking up when she heard a sputtering sound.
"He made you two?"
"Yep," Marie told him with a nod.
"Dam, kid, he must really like you. Zel never makes anyone more than one of those drinks."
"So, I've been told," Maire said as Jean entered the kitchen.
"What have you been told," Jean asked as she began fixing herself a cup of coffee.
"Just that Zel must like me since he made me two of his infamous Lemon Cupcake martinis," Marie told her with a shrug.
"Wow, he does like you," Jean commented as she approached them. 'He refuses to make me another one, and I've known him since I was ten."
"Hmm," Marie hummed thoughtfully, glancing over at Jean and taking in the art deco-style diamond engagement ring, twinkling in the early morning sunlight flitting in through the bay windows on Jean's left hand. "Have you told the Professor yet," Marie asked Jean, nodding towards the ring.
"Yes," we told him this morning," Jean said as she sipped her coffee. "I would have told you first, but Logan beat me to it when he asked you to help him pick out a ring," Jean muttered, shooting Logan a dark glare. Turning back to Marie, she continued, "It's stunning, and I love it. Thank you for helping him pick it out."
Blushing, Marie looked down at her empty bowl and whispered, "You're welcome."
Snorting, Logan told her, "I told ya she said I was lucky you had excellent taste in jewelry." Getting to his feet, he stretched and asked, "Is Scott awake yet?"
"I haven't seen him," Jean said with a small smile. "Are you going to ask him today?"
"Probably, depends on how much Boy Scout pisses me when I see him," Logan smirked as he left the kitchen.
Smiling softly, Jean turned back to Marie, "Speaking of asking people questions, I have one for you," she told her, touching the back of her hand gently and smiling when Marie didn't jerk away as she once would have in fear of her mutation hurting others.
"Oh," Marie asked, resting her gaze on Jean's smiling face.
"Will you be my maid of honor?"
Marie's mouth fell open, and she blinked up at Jean in shock. "Are….are you sure you wouldn't rather ask Ororo? You've known her longer than you've known me."
"It would mean a lot to Logan and me; if you said yes, you and I are much closer than I am with Ororo," Jean told her, brushing a strand of white hair behind Marie's ear. Seeing Marie struggling to answer, Jean stood and knelt before her. She said in a soft, soothing voice, "It's okay if you don't want to, sweetie. Logan and I both know you love us and don't particularly care to be the center of attention or anywhere near the vicinity of whoever is."
"No, I," pausing. Marie took a deep breath and continued, "I would love to be your maid of honor, Jean."
"You've no idea how happy you've just made both of us," Jean told her as she hugged Marie tightly—only pulling away when the kitchen door opened. Looking up, Jean smiled at Scott, dressed in training gear. "Hey."
"Jean," Scott said as he began fixing himself breakfast. "How was your trip."
"Exciting." Jean said before continuing, "Logan proposed."
Turning to face her, Scott smiled, "That's wonderful, Jeanie."
"Isn't it," Jean asked with an enormous smile as she squeezed Marie one last time. "I've got to go finalize the summer rosters. I'll talk to you both later," Jean waved. "Oh, Scott, I almost forgot Logan has something to ask you. Please don't piss him off when you see him."
"Sorry, Jeanie, that depends on how much Tin Head pisses me off first. "Scott told her with a devious smirk.
Shaking her head, Jean left, muttering under her breath about how alike they both were.
With a soft smile, Scott let his gaze trail over Maire, taking in the dark, deep bruising under her eyes as he slid into the vacant seat next to her. "Hey," Scott whispered, cupping her cheek; he let his thumb trace the purpling under her eye as he leaned in and brushed a slow, soft kiss against her lips. "Did you sleep alright?"
"Somewhat," Marie mumbled, leaning into him.
Wrapping an arm around her, Scott pulled her close as he ate.
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It was late afternoon when Logan and Scott crossed paths for the first time that day. Snarling, Logan grabbed Scott by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the heavy oak doors of the library.
"What the fuck, Logan!" Scott demanded as he tried to break free of Logan's harsh grip.
"I can smell ya all over her," Logan gritted out while glaring at him
"What the hell are you even on about," Scott muttered, glaring at him. All the while thinking it was a miracle that Logan's claws hadn't come out to play yet.
"Marie," Logan snarled at him. "I told ya to tell her how ya felt, not fuck her,"
"I did." Scott snapped back. "The fucking is the result of telling her, not that it's any of your business what we do." Scott snapped back, finally breaking free of Logan's grip.
"You told her," Logan asked, blinking at Scott in confusion.
"Yes, I told her," Scott said, rubbing his lower back, which was likely already beginning to bruise from having been slammed against a set of doors.
"Before or after you fucked," Logan demanded.
"Again, not your fucking business Logan," Scott said, shaking his head.
"Answer the fucking question, Summers."
Sighing in defeat, Scott looked at Logan, taking in the furious expression coloring his features. "Before, but I told her how I felt the same day Logan." After a few minutes of seething silence, Scott added, "It was mutual, Logan, and everything concerning us always will be."
Nodding, Logan took a step back and breathed in. "Does anyone know?"
"No," Scott admitted, shaking his head. "But again, it was mutual, Logan. We discussed it and decided we didn't want to share with everyone else yet."
"Fine," Logan said, nodding. He couldn't understand that he and Jean had done the same thing at the beginning of their relationship. "But if you hurt her, I'll gut ya."
"If I hurt her, I'll let you," Scott assured him.
Chuckling, Logan asked, "Any chance ya'd considerer be the best man at my wedding?"
Laughing, Scott nodded, "Yeah, I'll be your best man Logan."
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