Memories of Christmas

BY : cyndrarae
Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male
Dragon prints: 3225
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

Author's notes: Picks up from where the previous chapter left off. Well.. not exactly:) The last section you read was a flashback, now this next section is in the present. Sorry if it got darker than you expected... guess I need some holiday cheer myself

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Scott Summers wasn’t a believer at all, he sort of had no reason to. And yet Christmas eve was significant to him for so many reasons, he’d lost count. The anniversary of his parents’ death, anniversary of the instigation of his mutation. A particularly rough night in the police officers’ backroom. He used to dread the entire winter season for the horrific nightmares it invoked. But Jean had managed to rewrite the very meaning of Christmas for Scott.
Jean had walked into his life on a Christmas day. Jean had made it possible for him to bury the past and move on with his new life.. his new role and responsibilities. Every year that followed, every year that he spent with Jean, Christmas would bring along its own new set of memories to save and cherish… Charles’ blessings, smiles on the faces of their friends and students, gifts exchanged, stolen kisses under mistletoe, endless nights of passion and love…

“Hey Scott, wait up…”
Bobby spotted his math teacher walking towards the lobby from the classroom and followed. He’d called about twice now, but seemed like the older man hadn’t heard him at all.
Scott stopped in an instant. In truth, the codename had broken him loose of the reverie he’d been in all morning. Abruptly, the man turned towards the approaching boy.
“Bobby. Sorry, I… didn’t hear you.”
“Yeah, so I noticed. You look… spaced out.”
So the boy was just being honest. But like every other individual in the building he was very much aware of the reason behind Scott’s dazedness.
It was Christmas morning. Jean was dead.

Scott ignored the *compliment*.
“You needed something?”
Bobby fumbled for a moment. “I… I just wanted to tell you that, I spoke to the professor about… about yesterday.”
“Oh you did! How did it go?”
Scott resumed walking and Bobby tagged along.
“Quite well, great in fact. He was very supportive. Its like you said, he understands so much more than maybe I do myself.”
“I know exactly what you mean. And how’s Marie?”
“She’s good. She went along with me. Yeah we were both there. Spent some quality time bonding with the principal, how progressive is that?”
Bobby chuckled good-humoredly. Scott smiled.
Cyclops was Bobby’s and Marie’s favorite teacher. Calculus in Scott’s hands seemed to make so much more sense. The boy knew it would take a lot more than lame jokes to cheer this man up, but he sure wanted to give it a try.
“You know, Marie and I told Professor Xavier that you told us that the only student to have ever pissed him off was… you!”
Scott grinned, eager to know how the Professor reacted to that.
“What did he say?”
“Oh he smiled that *secret* smile of his, you know, and said that he hadn’t *really* been angry. And that he was just pretending to be angry.”
Scott laughed. “Oh really?”
Bobby laughed too. “That’s what he said!”
The older man just shook his head. Memories of Christmas ten years ago were still fresh on his mind… if not his backside. Obviously he did not tell the kids what had happened as a result of the Professor’s *pretense* of an anger.
~Oh he kicked my butt. Big time.~
That’s what he’d said to the couple last night. And the students had laughed and sensibly not pressed for any details.
“Hey I have to meet Logan in the Danger Room, I’ll talk to you later okay?”
“Yep sure.” And Bobby turned about to leave just as Scott walked on.
“Hey Scott…”
“I forgot to tell you, Warren Worthington?”
Scott froze in his spot. He wondered how long it had taken him to utter his next words.
“What about him?”

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Warren was tiring, and Scott was crying. He knew the pain must be intolerable by now. The boy had stopped struggling entirely a minute ago and now lay boneless in his lap, completely exhausted by his ordeal. Warren stopped.
Wind whistled through the trees outside as it started to rain.
“When you ran away Scott…”
The boy was pulled out of his own whirlwind of thoughts by the soft voice above.
“Do you have any idea what that did to us?”
The hand was resting again. It was like deathly calm after a violent storm. Scott’s throat hurt from crying so long.
“What it did to the professor?”
Scott sobbed. He felt the hand rub down his sore cheeks ever so lightly.
“He saw in the…” Scott didn’t know about Cerebro yet. “…in his mind, what they were going to do to you at the warehouse…”
Scott stilled.
“He was so scared for you, hell I was so scared I wouldn’t reach you in time.”
The tears continued to flow, the sobbing receded and the boy trembled. The hand left his burning cheeks and chose to rub at the small of his back instead. Warren had let go of his wrists when he’d stopped. Moments passed in silence, each man silent, lost in their own thoughts. The gentle massaging spanned the rest of the spine. When the boy spoke, he spoke with his entire soul’s conviction.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… please forgive me…”

Warren picked him up by his sides to turn him around. The face was awash with tears and contorted with such misery, the man couldn’t help himself. He enfolded the boy into his arms, pressing his slight frame against himself. The hug was awkward to begin with… Scott couldn’t comprehend what the man was doing to him now. He held himself rigid and unresponsive even as Warren tucked his head under his chin and one hand rubbed his back in long strokes. Warren made sure the boy was tilted to a side so his tender ass wouldn’t brush against anything except air.

“Its over child, its over…”

Scott made no attempts to curb the tears or to return the hug, although a strange sense of calm descended over him. His voice hitched, but he wasn’t sobbing anymore. Things were so clear to him now… his crimes and his punishment… his downfall and his deliverance… everything shone in his mind’s eye with such exactitude as he’d never known before. He shuddered.
Warren rocked the boy lovingly. He carefully pulled up the jeans and boxers to conceal the abused area and Scott whimpered as the fabric scratched him. But he didn’t protest, he didn’t struggle, he just let Warren hold him like an infant and rock away. His eyes were wide open behind his shades… he’d kept them closed far too long.
Warren caressed the unruly hair now slick with sweat, pushed them behind the boy’s ears. He wiped the tear tracks away from the eerily serene face and kissed the forehead over and over again. He cursed the shades, realizing they would keep the boy cordoned off from the rest of the world forever. Only psyionics would ever be able to get to the real man inside, he ruefully predicted.
He twitched at the sound of his name. He looked up into the angel’s face. Warren was so relieved to see at least the boy was not in shock.

Warren’s voice drifted to his ears as if coming from a great distance… no that’s not it… it was as if he was underwater and Warren was outside. Scott felt the strong impulse to follow that sound and sure enough, when he looked up into Warren’s face… it was as if the angel had plucked him straight out of the water he was drowning in and onto dry land. He felt like he could breathe again.
“Hey kid…”
Warren seemed so glad to see him. Did that mean he would not be turned out of the mansion? He didn’t want to go… he wanted to stay… to prove to the professor he did have, well… some courage, okay maybe no character but he could work on it? And a conscience… yes he had one of those for sure… and thanks to Warren, it now felt… clear.
“Thank you…”
Warren frowned, before Scott completed, “…for saving me.”
~In ways more than one.~
Warren smiled warmly and pulled him in closer. “You’re welcome. You’re very welcome.”
Scott found his hands reaching out to touch the man, and then he was clutching at the black shirt desperately. More tears fell down his face to wet his jersey as well as Warren’s shirt but no one complained.
“I’m sorry if I scared you kid, back when…”
Scott remembered when he’d thought he was going to be raped. He lowered his face, furrowing into Warren’s chest deeper.
“Yeah well, least I know what to expect next time.”
The Angel couldn’t help but chuckle softly. The fact that Scott was able to joke about it already was a damn good sign.

“hmm?” …Such innocence, Warren mused… and here he was, about to ask this boy to grow up sooner than he’d expect.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
Scott raised his head to look up into Warren’s face.
Warren swallowed, the boy needed to know. “Scott… you and I, the professor… we’re all different as you’ve noticed I’m sure.”
Scott nodded.
“We… we need to be prepared.”
“For what?”
“For… whatever the future might hold for us mutants. The professor and I, we believe its not going to be easy for… *freaks* like us.”
Scott remembered that tone of self-derision from before.
“We’re not freaks. Professor says we’re gifted.”
Warren was… amazed… and elated. So he had been listening after all. He kissed the boy’s forehead again.
“Yes my boy, we are. And you’re just the kind of *special* person the professor needs by his side. There is so much you can learn from him Scott, he could show you the world!”
The boy hesitated.
“Does that mean I can stay?”
Scott had curled up into a ball in Warren’s lap. The latter shook him playfully.
“Of course brat! Don’t you dare try to leave again you hear!”
Scott nodded… almost vigorously, a shy smile playing at the very corner of his lips. But Warren decided he needed to rephrase anyway. He sighed, sadly.
“Scott, I want to… but I cant be with him. I have my own battles back home to…” he couldnt complete.
“Will you look after him for me?”

Tears threatened to fall again but Scott knew he couldn’t let them. He had to be strong. Not because it was expected of him… but because it was *needed* of him. This was why he was here… this was his purpose in the mansion, in Xavier’s life… in his own life.
“Will you?”
Scott was no diplomat and his social skills were non-existent. This to him sounded like a crucial question and he had no idea what the ideal answer should be. In the end, he settled for the one sincere word that echoed back and forth in his head. And it was all Warren needed to hear.

Raindrops peppered down window glasspanes making the only other sound apart from the boy’s ragged breathing. Warren continued to hold and rock Scott until he fell asleep. One last time, he placed a soft kiss on the dirty brown mass of curls and gently lowered him onto the bed on his side. Then decided it was probably better he slept on his stomach, so carefully he rolled him over. He also took off his shoes and covered him with blankets.
“Merry Christmas, brat.”
He whispered, and quietly exited the room.


It was evening by the time Scott woke up. The first thing he remembered was the searing pain in his butt as it made itself obvious the moment he turned over. He hoped his yelp hadn’t been loud enough to wake the household up. And this is when he realized it was actually six in the evening. It was dark outside already.
Scott looked around, hoping to find Warren but the room was empty. His head ached, but that wasn’t new. After listening to Xavier rambling away about mutant powers this one time when he’d been pretending not to listen and the Professor knew he was anyway… he’d started viewing his pain not as an annoyance but a symbol. A symbol of his mutation, as long as it was there… Scott knew he wielded a power no one else on this planet did. A power he could use for whatever greater purpose the Professor had in mind. An ability he ought to be proud of. And now he was.

Gingerly he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He badly needed a shower. First a hot one to clean himself of all the grime from last night… the stench of Jack Diamond’s pipe still seemed to linger, and then a cold one to quell the inferno that was his butt.
Standing under the shower with his eyes shut, images in red from the morning came back to haunt him. Scott was sorry he couldn’t take Vic to safety, but at the same time he was thankful for the way things had turned out. Or he wouldn’t have made it back to the mansion again. Thought back to his conversation with Warren the previous night.
“Say it Scott, one more time.”
And they had said it together.
“This is my home. This is where I belong.”
Scott repeated the mantra in his mind.
~This is my home. This is where I belong.~
Thanks to Warren, Scott couldn’t help but smile. He even caught himself humming.
When he was about to come out the shower, he realized he had no change of clothes anymore. All his scant belongings had been in the sports bag they did not retrieve before returning to the mansion.

Wrapping a towel around his waist and putting on his glasses, Scott came back out and sat… painfully on the edge of the bed and reached for the teeshirt and jeans he’d been wearing last night. He was about to unwrap the towel just when the door to his room was pushed open and a head poked in. A… female head.
“Good! You’re up!”
And the rest of the body followed. Scott had the presence of mind to hold onto the towel when he jumped off the bed and released a small yelp.
She was a girl… no… she was a woman… tall, taller than he was… and loud and cheery and… goddamn beautiful.
“I’m Jean. Jean Grey! Got in this morning, you were asleep. And you must be the prodigy… Scott Summers right?”

She charged at him with an extended hand that Scott took and shook. She stood with her hands on her hips, feet set apart, exuberating quiet confidence, studying him. Then she was off prowling the room, adjusting curtains and bookshelves…
“I’m at Stanford, Med school, I come down here usually during breaks to spend time with Professor Xavier. He’s my mentor too you know, and guide and teacher in so many ways. I keep telling him he should open a school in here, look at all the waste of space! Oh but you’ll love it here, I do!”
Dressed in a tight sweater that could have been grey or green, he couldn’t tell… and atrociously low waist jeans, Scott guessed she could be anywhere between twenty and twenty-five. But her eyes seemed so much older… and wiser.

“… Specially right now when it snows. The lake on the north when it freezes over? Don’t go there… *not* safe. But you should see the forests behind. Have you been there? I could take you there!”
And while Scott stood there in a towel, she just went on and on and on…
“Shit I forgot!”
She went back to the door and held it wide open as Scott curiously peered at what she was doing now. Then in walked Lopez with two of the mansion staff each holding dozens of clothes and shoes… an entire wardrobe. Scott’s mouth fell open.
“Course I didn’t know what brands you prefer, or what colors and everything. So I just chose stuff I like. Blue’s my favorite color, what’s yours? You’ve *got* to check out the fantastic prices this season! Oh but do tell if its not your style and we could go back okay? I got Donna Karan… and Diesel…”
Scott had a thoroughly confused look on his face, that Jean read as horror. Right eyebrow went up and lush lips twisted to one side in the most endearing pout he’d ever seen.
“… Prada?”


The Professor sat at his usual spot by the fireplace in the living room. He was staring into the fire when he felt Scott’s presence nearby. The boy had stopped at his doorstep.
“Come in Scott.”
Scott hesitated, then slowly walked upto where the professor sat. Xavier turned around to face him, a genuinely glad smile on his face.
“I see you met Jean.”
That wasn’t the greeting Scott had been expecting. He’d thought of a hundred different scenarios in which he’d have to fall to his feet and grovel for all he was worth. Or the professor would lecture him on the rules of the mansion and what to do, what not to do if he wanted to stay on… guess with the professor, nothing was as you’d expect. It was quickly becoming a trend for the future.
“Yeah. She… bought me these clothes.”
~Even underwear.~
The professor chuckled.
“She was very eager to meet you. Wanted to help out when I told her you would be needing a new wardrobe.”
Scott lowered his eyes.
~I cant afford this Professor.~

Xavier couldn’t care less, as far as he was concerned, this boy was now his responsibility and he would ensure Scott always got the best of everything. Unless he wanted otherwise of course. The professor smiled assuringly and wheeled closer to where Scott stood. He quickly understood the boy would be most comfortable communicating through thoughts rather than actual words.
“Scott… I made two grave mistakes after bringing you here.”
Scott looked up at that.
“One, I should have understood that you would feel lonely here. With no friends, no one to talk to except this old man…”
“Please don’t say that professor.”
It was refreshing to hear an element of animation in the boy’s voice.
“I… I would love to talk to you. Its just… just that…”
~I don’t know how.~

Xavier’s heart broke. Everything this child said or did seemed to be affecting him very intimately.
“You can start with speaking what’s on your mind.”
Scott smiled shyly. “That simple huh?”
“Yes, son. That simple.”
The boy nodded, and blushed. The professor had called him son before, but it didn’t irk him this time. Fact he… kinda liked it.
“Well, and the second mistake: I should not have let you think this was a… a charity arrangement. Because its not. I know you have been trying to understand your purpose here.”
Scott nodded gravely.
Professor bowed his head, as if in meditation.
“I also know Warren spoke to you about this…”
That reminded Scott of the morning’s events and he flushed with embarrassment. He felt Professor’s gentle tug on his mind, as if to alleviate his pain.
~I need you on my side Scott.~
The boy almost gasped, with relief.
“I need you on my quests for justice. I need you to help me find other mutant children like you and Jean. So we can help them too. You have seen the hardships kids can go through, specially when they’re different from the normal kids. When their own parents are ashamed to call them their own.”
Scott was listening very intently.
“There are so many dangers out there… from humans, even from certain mutants who’d wantto capitalize on their gifts. I need your courage Scott, your courage and your character… and your conscience. I cant do this without you.”
Mere words… but they washed over Scott like balm to an aching wound. Tears shone in his eyes although they couldn’t be seen.

“You have it sir. I… I have no idea why you think I can do this. But I promise you I will try my very best. I wont let you down professor.”
Xavier let out his breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding. He held out a hand and Scott took it.
“Thank you son.”
Scott shook his head, “No, thank you professor.”
Xavier squeezed the wiry hand he held. So thin… he would have to get the boy to put on some weight and muscle.
~And, professor?~
“Words Scott.”
“Its alright, what is it you wanted to say?”
Scott bit his lip.
When Charles did not respond, he went on. Or at least tried to.
“I’m sorry I… I…”
“Shh… no words necessary for this one Scott.”
Scott gently lowered himself to his knees and sat beside the man in the wheelchair. His heart was restful, his mind at peace. And he knew it was the company of this esteemed man before him that was responsible. His thoughts then flew to the winged mutant.
~He had to leave, Scott.~

For a long moment Scott didn’t react, not even in thought.
Charles got a faraway look on his face.
“Magneto attacked his castle in Finland. He needed to go defend it.”
Scott wondered when he would be able to see him next, although now with the aftershocks of the morning having settled in… he wasn’t too sure if he’d be able to face him without blushing.
~He will visit next year on Christmas again.~
That long? The disappointment that washed over him was both unwanted and unexplained. A feeble sense of anger crept through as well and he stoically reminded himself he had no right. Soon the throb in his butt started to set in again. Charles felt his growing pain vividly.
“Put your head in my lap.”
Scott did as he was told, and the professor placed a gentle hand on his head. The telepathic mojo kicked in and soon the boy completely forgot the pain he’d been in. Xavier continued to caress the strands of his brown hair, he knew the lonely child did not want him to stop.
“So who is Magneto?”
Xavier told him. And he held nothing back.

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Scott looked at his watch, then back at Bobby standing before him.
“Hey I have to meet Logan in the Danger Room, I’ll talk to you later okay?”
“Yep sure.”
And Bobby turned about to leave just as Scott walked on.
“Hey Scott…”
“I forgot to tell you, Warren Worthington?”
Scott froze in his spot. He wondered how long it had taken him to utter his next words.
“What about him?”
“He’s flying in tomorrow. I heard the Prof talking to him on telecon. Been awhile since he was here for the holidays I guess?”
His hands shook and brow drenched in sweat. Scott did not respond, shrugged like he didn’t care… kept walking until he turned the corner.
Then he ran.

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