The Reeducation of Scott Summers

BY : Darkestangel
Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Threesomes/Moresomes
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

Series Title: The Reeducation of Scott Summers
Part I: The Cold Touch of Death (Logan’s POV)
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: What really happened during Stryker’s reeducation session with Scott?
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Archived: yes, with permission
Warnings: the series will contain non-con (“gang banging”) angst, violence, crude language
Pairing: Scott/Others
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox own the X-Men characters. I’m just borrowing them for a little bit. I promise to return them unharmed.

Part I-The Cold Touch of Death (Logan’s POV)

We had been together for nearly three months now. Jean had allowed us to be together because it was what we needed, and she didn’t mind the peep shows she frequently experienced. Scott’s satisfaction through me had made Jean and Scott’s sex-life substantially better, and my non-existent sex-life was no longer non-existent.

However, despite my sexual satisfaction with “one-eyed”, the dick could still really piss me off sometimes. His condescending, arrogant, “prep-school” attitude was just too much for me to handle. It took everything in me not to snap his neck, and I could do it before he would even have a chance to shoot one fucking red bolt from his “deadly” eyes.

“Logan! Did you hear me?”

I growled in response. Of course I had heard him, and I had seen him too. There was no mistaking that body language that screamed in frustration and anger. ‘Well, same to you Bub.’ I thought to myself.

“God you are so infuriating. Get out of my way, so I can get to my class on time. You’ve made me late the last three mornings. The students are starting to talk, and I don’t like some of the stories they’re coming up with.”

“Why the hell do you care about what they think? You’re with me and they’re just going to have to get over it Cyke.”

He gave me one of those “if looks could kill” stares and I couldn’t help but smile. Yeah, we were together, believe it or not, and I was having an easier time dealing with that than he was.

“I’m with you? Logan, give me a break. Just because we’ve fucked doesn’t mean we’re together.”

I gave him one of those “if looks could kill” stares, but he didn’t smile at my response. We wouldn’t even look me in the eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly what I said Logan. We’re not together. I don’t belong to you, and you don’t belong to me. We’re just messing around. I belong to Jean.”

“Well, of course we’re just messing around.” I lied. Deep down, I was devastated. I had been chasing after him for months, and reluctantly developed feelings for the bastard, and he obviously hadn’t. “I just wanted a blow job before you left Slim.”

“Well, I don’t have time Logan. I have a test to give in my Geometry class, anat kat kind of example would I be for the students if I was late on test day?”

“Summers, you are so fucking anal!”

“I didn’t hear any complaints last night with my anal disposition.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his obvious attempt at lightening the mood. “Fine. Leave me here with a woody. I’ll get over it I guess, but you’re going to have to make up for it tonight.”

“Maybe.” He kissed me quickly on the cheek as he rushed out the door avoiding the arms that grabbed for him.

I whispered too myself more than to him, “God, you drive me crazy Slim, but I do love you. Too bad you can’t say the same.” If I had known what was going to happen next I would have yelled it loud enough for the whole world to hear.


The ride home from the White House had been quiet and somber. We were all in emotional shock with Jean’s death. I hadn’t seen it coming, and I sure as hell knew that Summers was going to have a hard time dealing with it. He had allowed me to hold him close in remorse the moments after she had died, but since then, he hadn’t even acknowledged my presence. He could only manage to stare at the walls of the jet in shock. I knew that I was going to have to be strong for him if he was to recover from his loss.

Once we arrived at the mansion, I began to escort Scott to his bedroom. I could smell the grief and despair that radiated off my lover. I wasn’t sure how the team was going to get over the loss of Jean, much less the team’s leader.

“Where are you going?”

I had to stop quickly to avoid running into Scott. He had stopped mid-stride on the steps, and I struggled to keep my balance. “I was going to make sure you got to your room okay Scott.”

“I can handle it Logan. I’ve been doing it for ten years now. Why don’t you go help the others appraise the damage done to the mansion? I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I was too stunned to react. He was not shutting me out after this was he? I needed him as much as he needed me. I loved her too. I might not have been in love with her like Scott, but I felt the emptiness as well. As I watched him climb the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder, ‘God, Jeannie, how are we ever going to get through this?’


It had happened again. I had heard him screaming “stop” and “why are you doing this?” every night for two weeks. His nightmares were becoming as predictable as the lunar phases. After the first three nights, I stopped going into his room. He would get defensive when I asked him what was wrong, and I got tired of being thrown out. I knew that he was hurting, but his reluctance to accept my help was beginning to take its toll on our relationship.

I heard others trying to comfort him as well, and he would refuse their help also, even the Professor’s. I knew that Professor X was like a father to Scott, and if he couldn’t reach him, no one probably could, but I couldn’t help but to take Scott’s reaction personally. He had completely shut himself off from me physically and emotionally. I missed the talking, the snuggling, the fucking, but I didn’t know how much more I could take of the cold shoulder routine.

It wasn’t until I ran into him in the Danger Room that things began to fall into place. When I went to train on this faithful day, I was unaware that Scott was already there. When I rounded the corner leading to the Danger Room, I heard him screaming and firing his blasters in anger. I could feel the walls vibrating with each pulse from his eyes. I knew that he didn’t have them set at full power, or I would have been blown to smithereens, as would most everyone else in the mansion.

Not for the first time, I found myself shuddering in awe at the potential destruction this beautiful man could initiate. He had admitted to us that Stryker had poisoned him with the mind controlling substance, and that he almost killed Jean himself. Stupidly, I had thought, ‘why would Stryker want one-eyed’? Of course, I had time later to think of the possible repercussions of Stryker’s move. In Scott, Stryker would have had the ability to blow up buildings, like the White House, the Pentagon, the Kremlin. He could have blackmailed governments for money to protect their vulnerable facilities, such as, their nuclear power plants and hospitals. I had found myself inventing ways in which Scott could have been used. I had even gone as far as debating these issues with Storm and Rogue.

“Do you think he could really blow the top off of a mountain if he was flown by it in helicopter or something?” I remembered asking.

“Professor seconvconvinced that he could. Remember, I have seen him blow entire roofs off of buildings in seconds.” Storm replied.

“Cool…Oh my God. That means he could be used to start a volcanic eruption or earthquake if he aimed at a fault line.” Rogue replied almost a little too excitingly.

“I suppose he could in theory. Of course, that would require him taking off his goggles, so that he could use his full power.” Strom smiled at Rogue.

“I never really thought about how dangerous he could be until this whole Stryker incident. He’s always so calm and in control. Just the thought of what he could do if he didn’t care about other living creatures is rather frightening.” Rogue replied staring at me intensely.

“Well, let’s just be glad he does.” I softly remarked.

That was a two weeks ago, now I wasn’t so sure he cared about anything. He was obviously releasing some hidden anger and frustration in the Danger Room. I wanted to go in and yank him into my arms and refuse to let him go until he broke down and grieved like a normal mutant should, but Scott was a master at hiding his feelings, thanks to living with two telepaths. I wasn’t so sure anyone could break down the walls he had built since Jean died. The walls were there before she died, but they were rotting and decaying thanks to my interactions with him. Now they were as unyielding and fortified as my adamantium skeleton.

I couldn’t take it no more. The constant blasting and screaming was unraveling my calm. If he shot me dead, than at least I died trying to help the man I loved. I tried to be as obvious as possible with my entrance. I cleared my throat loudly and shouted, “What’s up Slim?”

He stared at me full of contempt and rage. I thought he would at least cuss me out for interrupting him, but instead I got a blast that barely missed my left ear. I looked at the scorched wall in disbelief. “You must be out of your mind Summers.”

“I’ve told you to leave me the fuck alone Logan. Now maybe you’ll get the message.”

I took a step closer daring him to fire again. “Oh, I get the message alright.”

He held his hand up at the control of his goggles threatening me to stay where I was. I continued approaching him despite his hostile stance. “What are you going to Cyke? Kill me cause I care?”

I could see him hesitate slightly. I could smell the doubt and sadness all over him. I gathered speed and wrapped my arms firmly around him hoping he would relax into them eventually. “It’s okay to let go Scott. I’m here for you.”

He relaxed slightly, but he still refused to hug me back or to acknowledge that he needed help. “Logan, let me go. I have a lot to do.”

I squeezed him tighter hearing him grunt from my powerful grip. “I know you do, and it’s about damn time you start doing it.”

He looked confused at my comment, but it didn’t stop him from yapping away about all of the less important things he had to do. “I have papers to grade, lesson plans, parent phone calls, training…”

“Stop it.” I interrupted. “I mean that you have to start taking care of yourself Scott. You’re really beginning to worry me with this I don’t need any help routine. It’s okay to break down and grieve Scott. She’s gone, and we all miss her in our own way, but I’m not willing to lose you too.”

He started struggling to get free, but I refused to let him go. “Logan, please let me go. I appreciate you trying to help me, but no one can help me through this. No one can understand how I’m feeling right now, The anger, the shame, and the guilt. It’s all encompassing, and I think sometimes that I’m going insane.”

“Scott, of course we can understand how your feeling. She wasn’t special just to you. We’re all overtaken with despair…”

“You don’t understand Logan.” It was his turn to interrupt me. “It’s not Jean that I’m upset about. Well, I mean I’m sad about her, but she’s not the reason for my nightmares and anger.” He struggled once again in my arms, and I in surprise of his comment, released him.

“Then what’s causing it Scott?”

He looked at me in deep concentration for several moments. I could see him clenching and unclenching his fistsd hed he was taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

“It’s okay Scott. I want to listen to you.”

“Listen? You won’t judge me? Try to comfort me? Try to ease my pain?”

“If that’s what you want Scott. I’ll just listen.”

He hesitated so long that I began to think that he was going to change his mind and close up like an oyster again. I walked over to the door and locked it with a security code, no sense in him being interrupted by the kids. I sat down on a bench and waited patiently for him to join me. When he did sit down beside me, there was at least two feet of space between us, and he didn’t look me in the eyes.

“I loved her, and I miss her, but I’m glad she’s not here to see me like this. It’s bad enough that you have to see me like this, but I couldn’t handle seeing her disappointment and disgust with me.”

I wanted to say something like ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ but I remembered to only listen. I noticed him sliding his feet on the ground in nervousness, and he was chewing on his bottom lip. I was slightly turned on with the gesture, but I kept myself in check and waited for him to continue.

“I told you guys that I had been poisoned with the mind controlling substance by Stryker, but I never told you how he did it. I never told you how he ‘reeducated’ me as he put it.” He looked me in the eyes before going on with his story. The implications were already apparent. I was not going to like this story at all, and I could already feel myself getting animalistic. “Are you sure you want to hear this Logan?”

I reluctantly nodded, and he just as reluctantly proceeded to tell me the cause of his nightmares and anger.

To be continued in:
Part II-Stryker’s Academy of Higher Learning (Scott’s POV) (chapter two)

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