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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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Marie stared out the window, her mind in turmoil. The Professor was dead. Logan was so busy. Mr Summers was rarely seen anymore. Bobby was still glued to Kitty's side. She watched as some of the children laughed loudly and ran around the basketball court.
It was painful. She felt so alone and she'd always had someone to talk to. Sally, one of the younger girls, had told her to talk to Mr Summers about what was bothering her. He'd always been an unofficial counsellor to them, but he was always doing something. He spent a lot of time locked up in his office, and he didn't hang around after his lessons anymore. Mr Summers wouldn't get it anyway. True, he used to have problems with his mutation, but they had not been anything compared to hers. He just had to wear glasses and could still interact with people the same. He had lost it as well. He did not have to deal with it forever anymore.
She felt a twinge of guilt as she knew what her teacher had gone through, to an extent. There had been rumours of problems with the telepathic bond he'd had with the woman he'd been going to marry; she wasn't sure if they were true or not. She did know he'd been a mess, everyone could see it. He was doing far better and she felt pride that she had helped with that, by telling Logan.
She mentally crushed the emotions and stood up. She was going. It was true that people here had some understanding of what was going, but the Professor was the only one who'd really got her. She was alone, again. But she wouldn't just sit by. The cure was out there. It made no sense to stay here when she could eliminate the source of her problems.
Marie began to throw stuff into a bag.

Logan was not thrilled with recent developments. They had gained another idiot – a young man by the name of Warren. He was a mutant, fairly obviously, with large white wings. He'd glued himself to Scott and ignored the fact that Scott was in no fit state to help him.
They were not telling the students he was here, something to do with the part where his father had developed this 'cure' that Storm so venomously objected to. Logan didn't care, so long as he started to leave Scott alone. The kid was looking tired again; haggard and miserable.
He was in the staffroom, drinking coffee as he watched different members of staff wander in and out. Curled up on the sofa beside him was Scott, fast asleep. As soon as the kid had gone over, he'd asked Bradshaw, one of the newer teachers, to show Warren around. The man had thankfully realised what Logan wanted and left with the young man. Scott shifted and rolled in a tight ball over in the other direction, so his head was on Logan's lap instead of the arm of the sofa.
Logan smiled slightly and rang his fingers through soft brown hair. He imagined he could feel the kid's breath hitting his skin through his jeans and felt his face grow hot. He raised his eyes away from Scott's mouth and stared at the wall. That was weird. Sure they had been sharing a bed since the Professor had died, but he'd not expected to even think about wanting Scott like that. It was a long time since he'd got any.
Banging on the door pulled his attention from his stray thoughts. It was Bobby, and he appeared upset.
"She's gone."
"What"
"Rogue. She's gone. I thought she'd just wanted sometime to herself, but she left a note."
The child thrust out a hand with a sheet of paper in it.
'Dear Bobby,
I was going to write this, but I thought someone should know that I'm not here. I've not been kidnapped or anything this time, but I have to go.
I'm alone, and it hurts. I might visit my parents, but that can wait till after I am fixed. I can't have this mutation anymore.
Maybe when I'm back you'll see me for who I am as a whole.
Love
Rogue'

A growling noise pulled Scott from his sleep. He shifted and sat up. One look at Bobby's face and Logan's stance was all it took for Scott to realise the problem. He quickly stood up, staggering slightly as a brief wave of dizziness hit him, and then moved over.
"Where's she gone? For the cure?"
Bobby mutely nodded his head, eyes achingly expressive.
Logan stared for a moment his large brown eyes searching Scott's face.
"How'd you do that?"
"What?"
"You always know what we're talking about..."
"It's kinda obvious." Scott looked down at the brown carpet of the staffroom floor before looking back into Logan's eyes. "You and Bobby don't have much in common. He's upset and you are angry."
Logan smiled. It crinkled the corner of his eyes slightly and his face went slightly pink. Scott quite liked this colour. Too pale to be red, but it gave Logan's expression a completion that was good.
"Mr Summers? I don't know what to do..." Scott watched Logan a moment longer before tearing his eyes away to look at Bobby.
"Don't worry." He smiled. He wasn't sure if they should go looking for her, but strictly speaking she wasn't in danger. "She'll be fine."
Bobby nodded uncertainly, before leaving to go to class. Logan had gone back to expressing his anger by glaring and lightly growling. Scott pulled him back into the staffroom and let the door shut before fastening his arms around the man. A moment later and Logan's arms tightly encased Scott. His growling had ceased, though he couldn't see the man's expression as his face was in Logan's neck.
It was warm and Scott never wanted to move. Logan's arms always felt safe and though he'd gotten used to waking up in them, it was strange to be stood in the staffroom like this. His hands clenched in Logan's shirt and he breathed in deeply the smell of his friend.
He started having dreams about Logan. It was a mixed blessing because they were not nightmares, but he slept beside the man so it had the potential to be very embarrassing. Logan didn't thrash anymore, thankfully, so Scott was usually the first to wake up.
Just after Charles had died, Scott had told Logan he wasn't allowed to have nightmares. Apparently he hadn't had anymore. Scott didn't know what happened, but stranger things had occurred.
He felt a soft kiss pressed into his hair before Logan pulled away, his face a shade of pink again. It was definitely a good colour on him.
He decided to focus on what Magneto would be doing next and headed off to his office.

Logan watched as Scott gave him a smile and left. He did like having the kid in his arms, but the urge to kiss him had hit him hard. He sat back down and smiled, doing his best to surpress images of Scott that were not appropriate for a child infested school.
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