Pairings: Scott with several others.
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Warren returned to the team alongwith Henry soon after. And with Storm as interim field leader, the rest of the X-Men seemed to be recovering well.
She seems to have perfected the art of deceptive shielding all by herself.
And didn’t he know it. But it's not like he cared too much.
Scott rolled his eyes.
Just don’t mention bathtubs to me ever again.
Jean Grey had truly left a void in his soul this time.
And it occurred to him Logan had left his side not once ever since. He was the one who carried Scott’s unconscious form to the Blackbird after the Phoenix destroyed herself. Nothing but ashes remained though not for long. A perfectly timed gust of wind had carried them far, far away.
I am immortal, I am indestructible.
Scott tried not to think about her anymore. He tried, really tried to get on with his life.
If she was here… she’d be very happy for you.
Even as it turned out to be the toughest thing he’d ever done. But somehow made easier, by the immensely irritating yet oddly comforting presence of Logan, always by his side.
“I can't hear you.”
Yes you can.
“Chuck you gotta take away his telepathic privileges, the boy simply never uses his voice box anymore.”
He can't hear you.
“Yes he can. Now shut up and eat or I will sit on your chest and force-feed you. And don’t think I wouldn’t.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Oh for Gods sake…”
Scott ate. Not because he was scared of the big louse, but because of late this new… gentle, caring side to the fearsome Wolverine had become way too amusing to ignore.
I’m only trying to help you my son.
Like you helped Jean? He didn’t say it nor project it… jeez he probably didn’t even mean it. But he was sure Charles heard it all the same.
And then came the nightmares Charles was not allowed to safeguard him from.
“Shhh… it's okay… just a bad dream.”
Large warm hands held him steady as he trembled, fixing his shirt gone awry down his torso. Fighting the sleep-inducing rhythm of the back rub, Scott squinted his eyes open through his night glasses and confirmed it was his room this time. The new one he’d requested soon after returning to the mansion.
Scott supposed Charles had posted Logan in his room since Charles was himself kicked out of his head. Logan didn’t bother to tell he’d been watching over Scott every single time he’d surrendered to Morpheus, which hadn’t been so often in any case.
“Don’t be a dick. Chuck’s wanted nothing but to protect you and all his students. Jean too… even when it was from herself.”
Scott knew he was right, but didn’t intend to give in so easy. He shrugged Logan off and glared through his glasses.
Get out of my room.
If Logan was hurt he didn’t let it show. Instead he cautiously raised a hand and cupped the younger man’s face, thumb gently stroking a quivering lower lip.
“Ask me. Out loud. And nicely.”
Scott wanted to pull away from the large furry hand…really he did… but he didn’t.
Get out. Please.
Eyebrows were raised menacingly. Scott glared back as long as he could, then looked away.
The answer took its time.
I’m afraid if I opened my mouth… I’ll never stop bawling.
Trust me. I know a very good way to shut you up.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned to months.
Man that sounds so clichéd.
Ever since he was a kid, Scott had been a math freak… to him numbers were always logical, numbers you could always trust to make perfect and irrefutable sense. He wondered when or if he’d ever stop counting the days and nights since… since Jean died.
Again. But it didn’t matter anymore.
Six days later he and Xavier spent hours talking, and not via brainwaves.
Nine days later he started working out again.
On the twenty sixth day, he opened up his old room… gathered all of Jean’s favourite country albums, and brought them over with him to Logan’s bedroom.
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