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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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Chapter 8
A scream ripped through the cool spring air, followed by incoherent jabbering. A young man pressed into an alcove as he hid from her. The woman with long red hair and a blank stare. She had killed Sarah with a look. He suppressed his gasping sobs.
"My boy." The soft call of a tall thin man. James looked up, wiping the tears from his blue eyes.
"Magneto – My name. And you are?" He felt an almost involuntary snort try to push through the lump in his throat. That wasn't a name... he just stared at the man though.
He had been running with Sarah for nearly 13 years, since their parents had found out about their mutations.
"You are frightened, yes? You can trust me. There are more of us. We can help."
The offer was tempting. He was desperate for a chance to sit down though, a chance to rest. They'd been running for so long...
The woman in red was standing just behind him, beside a boy playing with fire. There was something unsettling about her.
"What..."His voice was hoarse, he coughed quietly, "What do you do? What do I do?"
"We fight to give mutants their rights. There are those who try to keep us hidden, true. And they can be good people. My dear friend Charles died recently. But he fought for long to hide mutants from the public. We shouldn't have to hide."
"To hide us?" He didn't want to fight. "Do they help many hide?"
The man pulled a sour face. He clearly did not think much of hiding.
"I'm not a coward, but I need to rest." He insisted. "I... Sarah... I don't want to fight..." He glanced nervously at the woman in red again.
Magneto hummed lightly. He watched James' eyes flicker. "Rest, think about it over night. If not... I'll let you hide." A brief look a disdain swept across his face again.

"To let him visit Xavier's? No."
"But... Mr Summers will look after him."
"No. I have told you boy, that man can't look after himself these days."
"But, Mr Summers always puts the children first." Magneto and flame boy were arguing quietly. Probably in a distant part of the camp, but he could always hear important conversations. He could hone in on them, and gain more knowledge from them than what was said. Sarah had called it woman's intuition. But she was gone now.
"Scott is a good man." Creepy Lady breathed.
"I thought you didn't trust him anymore..."
"He doesn't realise he is mine. That... brute is getting in the way. We are connected though. We always have been and no goodie good part of me, or anyone else shall deny me this. Scott Summers belongs to me."
"Still not giving into your telepathy, my dear? He did think he saw you die though. You said it yourself. He did watch your powers overcome Charles." The man's voice caught as he said the last part. Apparently she had murdered him, and it hadn't been in his plan.
"He is mine, but he is good. Let the child run to him. It will be easier to keep track of the others if we keep them in one place."
Xavier's... Scott Summers. If he was allowed to go then he would look these names up. He turned over in his sleeping bag and shut his eyes to attempt to sleep again, but the whispering continued.
"We should head to San Francisco."
"Why?"
"Just off the Golden Gate Bridge. If we cut at the heart of these cures then they will fall. Already there are people lining up, eager to be free of their problems. Mutation is only a problem due to the ignorance and the fear of the rest of the population."
"I know, I know... God! Can I go to bed now?
"You should not be so disrespectful child. How do you expect to learn?"
"Well, I'm not in school anymore you know."
The voices dimmed as James fell asleep.

Scott pushed his hair out of his face. It really needed a cut. He frowned as he slid his fingers through his hair again. He leaned back in his chair. Maybe he should just get a new style. He didn't have chunky glasses in the way anymore. He pushed the loose hair on his forehead across to one side, a vague imitation of the popular hair style of teenagers.
He sighed. He was definitely wasting time. The repairs were all done. The kids had done an amazing job and Scott was proud. It was a strange feeling that filled him all over. Nothing entirely new, but it was stronger. However, he was bored now. He had an afternoon with nothing to do. Once upon a time he would have asked favours from other teachers to get Jean the afternoon off and they would have gone out.
He felt cold. He missed Jean. He missed her company, her ability to amuse him, even the witty commentaries she often insisted on giving him inside his head. He gasped softly. His stomach was turning again. Jean...
A light knock on the door caused him to turn his head.
"Aren't you meant t' be workin'?"
"I've finished." His voice was slightly nasally from getting himself upset, but maybe Logan wouldn't notice. "Just... sitting about."
"Right. You missed lunch again." the man was staring deadpan at him. Scott sighed and got up.
"I need a haircut."
"Whatever Slim."
Scott was very fond of Logan. The man did have a good sense of humour – different to Jean's but the man made him laugh. Recently Logan seemed determined to do this often. It was a little odd; they had not had a brilliant relationship before Jean had gone. They had frequently argued and often came to near blows. The Professor being the main reason they did not actually fight in the school.
Now, Logan was... not nice, but he tried to laugh with Scott rather than at him. He didn't give Scott the same human contact he wanted and he didn't go for quiet sarcasm in the back of his head. Logan didn't cover his maths classes or help out with paper work, or whatever else he needed.
However, Logan did not need him to do the ironing (He had troubles with laundry and sorting the colours out), he did not need to make the bed exactly whenever they got up, he didn't need to deal with this because although they were staying in the same room, they were not that close. They were friends as opposed to lovers.
He smiled lightly as he quickly tidied his desk. Logan was very good looking, Scott had definitely noticed. It was hard to deny when he kept having erotic dreams about the man, but they were not in any form of intense relationship.
The phone rang and pulled him back to the present, his final thought on the matter being Logan both looked after him and allowed himself to receive help too. It was refreshing.
"Hello?"
"Hi? Um... Is this Scott Summers? Or Xavier's School?"
"Speaking. How can I help?"
"Um... My name is James, and umm... this is the one to help... mutants... right?"
He quickly got bogged down in helping James, a 25 year old man who was dealing with the death of his girlfriend. She had been killed by Jean. He helped the man find the train to get and began to sort out an appointment for when the man arrived. They usually only took in children, but after helping Warren and a few others, he couldn't turn anyone away.
He was explaining how to find the school when a plate appeared in front of him. He looked up to see Logan sitting himself in the chair opposite him, another plate in his hand with sandwiches and nibble foods on it. A flask came out of his jacket, and he poured hot coffee into the cup that had been on his desk since this morning.
Scott took the cup and grinned his thanks. Logan slouched comfortably in the chair and ate quietly. Resisting the urge to wrap himself around the man like he had so often with Jean, he finished up his conversation, a contented smile on his face.
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