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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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His mind was searching. It rarely happened anymore, but when it did it was painful. He could no longer just let his mind look for Jean though. That woman would happily take advantage of his open mind.
He whimpered as a bolt of pain struck through him, sitting up quickly and holding his head. He began placing his barriers up firmly, it was difficult to concentrate, and she was there. He staggered to his feet and began to move. He had to move. She was there.
Two hands grabbed his arms and his was shoved onto Logan's bed. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and took a deep breath. He thought of a gap. A large blank. A soft green calm one side and the whirling vortex of life, of people, of Jean on the other side. Pain was red, he decided. There was a lot of red in the world. He was free from permanent red, but he found the other colours to be troublesome as well.
He'd miss colour, from the black blue of storm clouds to the regular brown of life. Brown, which cropped up everywhere. Brown was life; ironic then, that Magneto was maroon, both red and brown. Pained life, maybe. Now, at least it was. He seemed to distrust everyone now that Xavier was dead.
Logan could be many colours, but hazel was probably best. Scott pressed his body closer to Logan, allowing the man to lay down with him. The lights were out anyway, they had gone to bed a few hours ago, Logan had been asleep. Scott's mind had finally stopped jumping from the location of Magneto's next attack to the class notes he was going to have to find in his and Jean's old room.
The pain felt distant when he focussed on other things though. If he thought about anyone but Jean, she couldn't so easily get to him. Hazel, that worked well. Brown, because life definitely existed in Logan, he was brimming with it. Yellow, a bright colour that hinted through the brown. Logan got on with life, but he still inspired hope in Scott.
The large, warm hand that rubbed over his back was soothing. Scott burrowed his face into Logan's neck and breathed in his musky scent. Jean was going. She was angry, possessive. But Logan was warm. He was here. Scott hummed contentedly. The hand was wandering further down his back, but he couldn't object.
"Go to sleep, kid." Muttered the man softly. He didn't sound terribly awake himself.
"Fuck off." He breathed in response. His flaring emotions had been quelled, his panic removed as his mind settled. A chuckle rumbled through the chest he lay against, but Scott paid it no heed. He slept, safe beside the firm body.

Scott looked irritated. The kid still didn't seem to realise how obvious his emotions were now the physical barrier of his glasses had been removed.
Bobby was making a fuss. He was still upset that Marie had felt she needed to go receive the cure, and he wanted her back. With his fiery friend now tagging along with Magneto, the teenager only had Kitty to talk to. Kitty, who was wracked with guilt because she felt she had betrayed her friend in getting so close to Bobby. The two were barely talking.
He was complaining to Scott again, begging that they be allowed to go do something – anything. Scott had woken in the night, holding his head and crying with pain. He'd spent the morning speaking with the new mutant they had found. He had then holed himself up in his office until dinner, having missed lunch again.
Logan had pulled him out for the pasta bake their school chef had made, when Bobby had come over. Scott had stopped eating again. This was an uphill battle.
"Hey, Iceman? Fuck off till later, yeah?"
"But-"
"Really... We'll let you know when there is something to do."
Bobby frowned and went back to his own table. Scott frowned as well.
"No need to be rude... and don't swear in school."
He snorted, but went back to eating.

It was the next morning as they were getting up that Scott mentioned something. Logan had made the kid sleep in the same bed as him again, not for any real reason other than the man was nice to sleep next to. He took away the nightmares, and Logan was not worried about slicing him open. Scott may have been more vulnerable without his optic blasts, but he had other things going for him. He was never truly vulnerable.
He was definitely attracted to him though. If they had been somewhere other than a school he planned to stick around in for a while, somewhere he did not currently hold a job, the Logan would have pushed the man to the floor and ravished him long ago. With or without Jean. The kid had always been attractive, and he would never put Jeannie on the ground and expect her to hold his weight.
His mind wandered happily through an imagined scene of Scott on the floor, his blue eyes looking up through slits at him as he moaned. Scott was already up, pulling clean clothes out his drawer and heading into the bathroom, so he shoved a hand down his boxers and started palming himself. He'd have time; Slim took ages to get ready.
"Logan?" He jolted, letting go of himself and sitting up.
"What?" the kid was still in the bathroom, he'd still have enough time...
"I have an idea. For what to do about Magneto, I mean."
"Yeah?" Hopefully that wasn't too breathy. His hand was back in his boxers.
"Well, James said he is planning something near that clinic by the Golden Gate Bridge."
He made what he hoped was an affirmative noise as he took a firm grip and moved his hand. That warm body covering his again, but this time his hips would be grinding down. He licked his lips.
"Apparently," His voice hitched lightly, "Jean is with them."
"Oh." That was definitely more breathy than it was meant to be. His thumb moved over his slit. Scott would make that delicious little whimper in the back of his throat he sometimes made.
"So, that is where we will be going. I've told Warren to keep an eye..."
Logan wasn't listening any more, he could hear that Scott was now talking around his toothbrush, but he didn't care about the words. That voice, so in control. Confident, determined, hot as hell.
He spread his legs a little wider and raised his hips. He wondered if Scott would be talkative after getting off. But, as often as Logan had come up here when he had a free period in the school day; Scott seemed to spend his time in his office. He had never come in and seen Scott under the covers, touching himself. He tried to imagine Scott touching himself, as he often imagined and let out a soft groan as he came.
Scott was still in the bathroom, so Logan shifted lazily and positioned himself to see when the kid came out, so he could go for a shower.
He emerged looking as pristine as ever.
"See you in an hour in my office then. We can all decide what we're going to do." And he was gone.
Logan kicked off his covers, rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He tugged of his boxers as he glanced at the clock. 8:30 am. He had an hour.

Alcatraz Island; this is where they would go. Scott suppressed the shudder of anticipation he felt as he looked over at Bobby. The young man looked serious, but he was bubbling underneath his skin. They could finally do something. Kitty was more nervous. She kept glancing at James, who was here to share the information he had overheard. Scott didn't think she understood why the man refused to fight. She seemed to view his refusal as a belief that they would fail. He would have to explain later to her that not everyone was a fighter.
'Ro was calm. Scott focussed on her for a moment. She didn't just look calm, she really was. He supposed it was because they had a plan. She always did like a plan, even though this one was very vague due to the unpredictable nature of what they would be doing.
Warren was on his laptop. He had told them that the cure originated from a boy, but this was where the plan split into different paths. If the cure was simply extracted from the boy, they were to destroy what had been extracted, the equipment to extract and to try and convince the boy to leave, if he was there.
If the cure was created by the boy, the all records of it were to be destroyed and again, they were to convince him to leave with them.
If the boy was physically the cure, then he would have to leave. It would be him Magneto was after anyway. Warren had never actually met the boy, and Scott did not know what he looked like. He imagined him as white, innocent and undeserving of trouble, at least in regards to the fact that Magneto probably wanted him dead. He would be white with streaks of grey, because nobody was perfect.
Logan was leaning against a wall, a blank look on his face. He seemed calm, prepared to fight as he must for their plan to succeed. He knew Logan planned to stick close to the young maths teacher. He seemed to have forgotten he was once the Leader of the X-Men. No, he was the Leader, just... slightly out of commission at the minute. He knew Logan was worried about how he could fight, what he could do. However, he was their best defence against Jean, but then he would also be protected by her. Jean had loved him and the Phoenix was possessive.
Anyone aiming to maim or kill him would be torn to dust by the woman he once loved, rather the remnants of her. He knew she would release his powers again if he was in need of them; he planned to bring his visor, just in case.
Still, Logan's concern was unnecessary. The man would have to run off and fight on his own, Scott found him highly distracting anyway. Especially in motion, the fluid movements Scott had watched in the Danger Room followed him into his dreams. It'd be easier to fight away from the man.
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