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Already Gone	By : Dalie Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male > Logan/Scott Views: 2843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men. The closest I get is having the DVDs. I do not make any money out of this either. It is something to keep me occupied

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It was early morning when they got back to the mansion. The first thing Logan wanted to do was find the professor. Naturally, Scott argued with this. The professor would be asleep; too early to be bothering him.
Logan agreed, after some silent fuss and took Scott to the medical bay himself. Scott told him how to take his blood pressure, how to check his heart rate, how to check he was fine in the absence of a doctor.
"Jean... taught me how to. In case we ever lost her." His tears were falling down his face again. "She was... good like that."
Apparently the kid was just in shock. Things could be worse. He had yet to figure out how the kid could see properly again though.
"C'mon. Drink your water then go lie down."
Scott was fidgeting with his glass, no obvious interest in drinking its contents. Logan grabbed one of the blankets of a bed and wrapped it around his shoulders. Part of him did not want to be here. He was somewhat committed to the school, yes. He was not interested in helping a grown man. However, he knew Scott was having a bad time. The kid may be annoying, his sense of humour seemingly non-existent and his possessiveness painful. His fiancée had died, then come back to life and tried to kill him. He had a feeling the man's luck was not amazing.
"Oh, my boy..." The soft breath was accompanied by the whir of electronics.
Scott didn't look up. He simply scowled and huddles deeper into the blanket. Logan remained where he was, by Scott's side.
"You're projecting so loudly, Scott. May I look properly?"
A minute nod and the professor wheeled over to his boy. He raised his hands either side of Scott's hung head and his eyes drifted shut. It seemed like an eternity the two shared a mind and Logan was left on the outside; waiting.
Scott raised his head and managed a smile as Xavier's face contorted with horror and pity.
"My boy..." He pulled Scott down into his arms and embraced the other tightly. Scott burrowed his face into the neck of his mentor and hung on. It was a strange scene to behold, Logan decided. At first, he didn't quite know why; then it occurred to him. Charles Xavier was a man who kept everyone by his side by held no one close. From what he'd heard, the last one he had held close was Erik Lenhshurr and he proceeded to betray his trust. Another odd point was Cyclops. He had grown to know the man as a strong willed person who fought for what he wanted and hid his emotions away. He was a role model for the students in the way he accepted his mutation and carried on with life. Storm had told him enough to fully understand that.
To see the two men hold each other as though they were fragile was uncomfortable. He supposed he had not viewed Scott's weaker side which had undoubtedly surfaced after his lover had died, but the boy had hidden away in his room, out of the sight of everyone. He sighed and crossed his arms. He knew this place was like a family, but he never realised how dysfunctional it was.
"Logan, if I might ask a favour?"
"What?"
"Please look after Scott." It took Logan a moment to realise the man was speaking telepathically to him. "I'm afraid he needs to heal. His powers are gone. I can't see if they have just been buried or if she has altered his DNA, but I cannot find trace of it."
Logan scowled. That didn't sound good. He waited, not wanting to miss anything the man said.
"I will take Storm, and we shall go and see if we can find her. The link between her mind and Scott's is extraordinary. It has grown for nearly 10 years, and I have an idea of where she is."
"Just you and Storm?" Scott looked up, first at Logan, then Xavier. The man gave his charge a soft smile before turning his attention back to Logan.
"Don't worry. I do have a plan. Please just help Scott get back to normal."
He gave Scott a final smile before turning and leaving.
"Bedtime then."
"Where did he say he was going with Storm?"
"Didn't say."
Scott gave Logan a weird look but he didn't say anything. They left the lower levels and made their ways up to the teachers' wing. Scott dialled the code into his room and stepped inside. Logan followed.
A look around the room answered why Scott was unable to recover from the loss of his fiancée. There were little bits of her everywhere in here. Her mug on the desk in the corner. Her coat hung on the back of the door. Her makeup on the windowsill, by the mirror. Her shoes beside Scott's under the bed. It was painful.
"They any spare rooms around here?"
"Umm... Yeah..."
"Let's go. You aren't staying here."
Some friends he had. How could they not know what his room was like? Morbid... still, maybe they were hoping he'd pull out of it. Logan was only just realising Scott was a separate being from Cyclops.
"Hey, Slim. C'mon. Grab something to sleep in, cos you're not staying here."
They only passed one other person on the way to a new room, the new mechanics teacher, from what Logan remembered. He didn't say anything though. He repeated the code Scott dialled in to himself, and then made sure the kid went in. The room was decorated with the same wood panelling that occurred throughout the house. There were 2 beds, about a foot apart from each other, but they were both a decent size.
Logan nodded, muttered about coming back then turned to get some stuff for himself. He hurried to his room, which was still in the students' wing. He was in the process of moving across to the teachers' side though.
Once in his room, Logan sat on the end of his bed with his head in his hands. This day had been exhausting, and now he had to go babysit.

Scott curled up on a bed in the new room. He lay still for a minute, and then turned over. Another moment before he turned back. It was uncomfortable. The smell was all wrong, and this room was empty; blank... alone. She wasn't here at all. His distress sent pain through his mind. The pain behind his eyes was not linked to his mutation (Read lack of)...
He lay on his back and stared at the roof. His low light vision had definitely improved. He could see everything, even with the light off and the curtains drawn, just a ray of light from the approaching dawn tried to break though. He figured it was due to the absence of sunglasses that he could see so well.
One short hour ago he had been in the medical bay, sat before the man he often viewed as his father. The other had expressed concern over his sudden change, as well as over Jean.
Jean.
His dear fiancée. Undead fiancée? Hopefully not, he wasn't really interested in zombies. They were supposed to eat your flesh, if he recalled his teenage years correctly, not pull your skin off.
He was still sore, the back of his hands, the back of his neck and his mouth were the worst. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to settle his mind down, but it kept focussing around Jean. If she was alive, why was he still so sensitive to telepathic waves? He'd suspected the Professor was conversing in Logan's head, it'd increased his migraine. Yet, if Jean was alive she should fill the hole that was left in his mental defences. It made no sense.
His mind did finally start to settle, and he felt the pain sink in as he tried to find his girl. Though he searched, though he knew she was alive, he found nothing. He unconsciously pushed his mind harder. She should be there. The pain increased, but it would be worth it. If only he could find her.
He felt tears fill his eyes as his head threatened to leave from the pain. He jumped when he realised someone was shaking his shoulder. Jean? Maybe?
He opened his eyes, ignoring the sharp pains that amplified when the light hit his eyes. It was Logan that was holding him. A wave of dizziness caught him, and he sagged, trying to raise a hand to his head.
After another moment, he looked up. Logan was sat beside him. Not saying anything. He did look concerned, but somehow still disinterested. Scott couldn't stop a smirk tugging at his lips. He looked around. Who'd turned on the lights? Probably Logan. He could hear the children distantly. Outside. It was probably about 9 am now. He hadn't really rested long, about 2 hours. A glance at the clock told him he wasn't far off.
He lay down, exhausted. He nearly jumped again when Logan lay beside him.
"To make sure you don't hurt yourself thrashing like that." He muttered displeasure clear upon his face. Scott frowned. He'd been thrashing? Sleep caught him up quickly, and lay near the warmth of Logan (Though decidedly not touching him) Scott felt his mind give out with barely any tries to find its partner.
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