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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
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Scott sighed slightly as he rubbed salve onto his face, hands and neck. The past 2 weeks had been long. It was true he was sleeping better; his mind didn't seem to be trying to find its connection to Jean. However, Scott was unsure if that was because there was something resembling Jean around, or because he felt to at ease by sleeping in the same room as Logan. They weren't sharing a bed anymore, but both men felt better about that; Logan because he didn't want to hurt anyone, and Scott felt weird lying beside a man he was only just friends with.
Logan was around a fair bit though. He kept making sure the young teacher was eating, which was fairly irritating and he was there when he went to sleep, which was the exact opposite. They were not arguing much now though, and Scott did not constantly feel like wringing the man's neck.
It wasn't as though the others weren't sticking close as well. 'Ro had taken to sitting with him during breakfast and morning break. She was always welcome though, as she brought hot drinks. Scott looked outside as he waited for the kettle to boil, watching 2 students steady a large post as another filled cement in around it. He smiled. Everyone was working hard, even though the damage from Stryker had been fixed. The school was an old building that needed a certain amount of refurbishing done, so the older students had continued on as they had more free periods than the younger ones.
The day was bright, the last frosts of the night melted from the sun. A part of him enjoyed seeing the green of the grass and the blue of the sky. The carpet in the staff room was brown, the same colour as Logan's eyes. He also hated it. He felt useless; like he no longer belonged here. Not that everyone here was a mutant. The new mechanics teacher wasn't, though his daughter was. The head chef wasn't and neither was her sister who also helped in the kitchens. They fitted in because they knew where they should be. Scott felt so lost. He was no longer Cyclops. Not only due to his lack of mutation, but he had realised how badly he'd fallen apart from losing Jean. She was his soul mate, it made sense that it hurt. However, he knew he should have been stronger. Pathetic didn't cover how he'd been.
He hoped he wouldn't edge back towards that again now that he was caught between an ordinary human and a mutant. Hank had said he still counted as a mutant, but it was as though someone had turned his powers off and Scott was unable to flick it back. He had said practise should do it, but the man had no clue how to practise this. It was fairly distressing, so Scott had thrown himself back into School work again to forget... which had resulted in 'Ro hanging out with him, Logan sleeping near him and the Professor checking in on him. It was good to know they cared, but it was frustrating.
Behind him, Scott could hear Kurt hovering. The man could be very polite most of the time, but he loved to annoy people as well. Strange sense of humour... turning around, Scott could see it was purposeful hovering. The man didn't really know him, so reacted to how others treated him. Unfortunately this was not just with respect but with great care- as though he was fragile.
In quiet moments, Scott could still here the verse Kurt had recited after Jean's death. It gave him an unusual strength when he thought of it. He was pleased that the mutant had started a group where they could talk quietly and repeat comforting psalms. He may not be overly religious, but some of the students were, and many simply found Kurt to be a comforting person. Not that Scott was complaining, but he didn't understand why the man was still here. He could have returned home long ago. Perhaps he felt accepted here...
He heard the professor calling him. He finished making his coffee, took the papers of the man and left.

Recently, Mr Summers seemed to be doing better. Marie was glad. He may have been smug at times, but his grief had been so consuming that she didn't think that many of the students had been comfortable near him.
She had heard rumours that Dr Grey was back. She hoped so. The woman had been very kind. Responsible; kind of like an older sister, more than a teacher at least. The teachers Marie had had in her old school had been distant. All of the ones here were warm. Mr Bradshaw, the new mechanics teacher was her favourite. He was from Texas, and had an amazingly dry wit. He'd convinced her to ring home and let her parents know how she was doing.
To be truthful, Marie was glad she had done so. Her Mom had been pleased to hear from her, asking her how she was; if she was going to go back... her Dad... he'd been less certain. He'd sounded pleased, but Marie had lived with her parents her whole life. She could tell when her Dad was struggling with something. She wished he'd managed to spit it out. It was eating her up not knowing what had been bothering him.
She'd told her Mom where she was, that she was still getting an education, that she still couldn't touch people. She said she'd think about going back to visit and that she was very sorry for just running out like that.
She was not having a good time with Bobby though. Watching him cuddle up to her friend, Kitty was hard. It made her long for physical contact. A part of her almost wanted that to be the reason that he spent so much time with Kitty, but most of her was hurt that he wasn't looking at her anymore. He held her clothed hand but his eyes looked for someone else. If she could touch... if she could actually hold him, and kiss him then he would see her differently.
She hated her mutation. It was nothing but trouble. It'd gotten her kidnapped and now it stopped her ever being close to someone. 'Friends forever' was not the kind of relationship she wanted.

Scott sat beside Logan as they drove over to Jean's childhood home. The man was staring into his eyes, trying to tell him something. Scott's mind jumped momentarily back to the floor of the staff room, its off-brown colour. It did that a lot. Colours had lessened his ability focus.
In the front, 'Ro kept her eyes on the road. Beside her sat the professor, his eyes distant as his mind was elsewhere. Scott smiled softly. The man was his father, and he was beginning to realise how completely. He was like a parent, bobbed down behind his child as they took their first steps forward, unseen but ready to provide support. Only, now Scott had turned his head and seen what was there. He had interest in stumbling away from him.
"Scott." Logan hissed quietly.
He turned his face back to the other. He could feel the concern rolling from him. He could practically hear the loner asking if he knew what he was doing; what they were going to do.
"Don't worry." He muttered under his breath, knowing Logan could hear. "I know she wasn't exactly stable, but the Professor thinks that with him, we stand the best chance of getting her to come back with us. He's worried Magneto will get her."
"Why me and 'Ro then?" he mumbled back, frowning slightly.
"In case things go bad. I can't fight as well as I could, and the professor can't really fight at all. Erik knows all his weaknesses, you see..."
Logan nodded his head and returned to staring out a window. Scott waited for him to ask why they were driving instead of flying, but it didn't come. He wasn't sure why he'd expected it though. Maybe the Wolverine had asked the professor. The man no longer looked so far away.
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