A little fluff in honor of Valentine's Day. Enjoy!
Author: Jordanna Morgan
Author's Email: librarie@...
Archive Rights: Please request the author's consent.
Rating/Warnings: G. Mostly. I think.
Characters: Primarily Logan and Scott.
Summary: Logan helps Scott in an unexpected way.
Disclaimer: Marvel and Fox create the characters that sell. Not me.
Notes: Total, unmitigated fluff. You have been warned.
All was not well at the Xavier Mansion.
Logan first noticed it on New Year's Eve. During the party that night, Jean
looked somewhat restless, and excused herself well before midnight. On her
way out, Logan overheard her ask Scott if he was coming to bed soon, and he
said he would--but for once he became absorbed in the students' fun, and
stayed up late into the night, watching Dick Clark and playing silly games
with the kids.
A week later, Logan heard Jean talking to Scott about having lunch
together. Scott murmured his agreement as he rifled through his class notes
for the day
and that afternoon, Logan found Jean sitting in the dining
room, alone. He joined her, and tried to coax a smile from her. He did not
The mood stayed with her in the following weeks. She would become lost in
thought during staff meetings, often while gazing vacantly toward Scott.
She began to wear more makeup and dress more elaborately than usual--and if
she put on one more layer of perfume, Logan felt sure that his ensuing
sneeze would register as a seismic disturbance.
Scott remained preoccupied with work, and never noticed a thing.
Logan decided that he knew what to do about the problem. The only trouble
was that it would require him to endure a little torture--as in
volunteering to go grocery shopping with Scott.
On February the twelfth, Logan made his move. He bided his time through the
uncomfortable silence of the drive to the grocery store, and the onerous
task of shopping. Only later, when the bags were all loaded into the SUV
and Scott was pulling out of the parking lot, did Logan finally pop the
"So what are you and Jeannie doing on Valentine's Day?"
Scott glanced over, his face stony beneath his ruby-quartz glasses. "If
it's any of your business, there's a big science test that day. We'll
probably be grading papers half the night."
Mildly amazed, Logan shook his head and gazed out the window at the passing
traffic. "You know, Cyke, you really are a piece of work."
The younger man's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "What?"
"Oh, come on. I've been watching you two--and it looks to me like you
haven't been watching Jean at all." Logan waved a hand. "Earth to Mister
Spock! Don't you think it's about time for that every-seven-years thing to
The response was a spasmic flinch that nearly caused Scott to swerve into
the next lane. That alone was enough to please Logan, who was always
irritated to no end by the driver's-ed exactitude Scott practiced behind
"That was a 'Star Trek' joke," Scott murmured, with a note of wonder. His
astonishment at the reference apparently outweighed any indignation over
Logan shrugged lopsidedly. "So I watch TV. Besides, Doctor Crusher is kinda
Judging by the sudden jerk in Scott's shoulder, he was prevented from
slapping his forehead only by his determination to keep both hands on the
wheel at all times. "Geez, Logan, what *is* it with you and redheaded
"Maybe I like being doctored," Logan replied smugly.
"Uh-huh." Scott's lips twisted. "I guess it's too bad you're all but
impervious to injury."
*Score one for the walking hand phaser.* Logan rolled his eyes and folded
his arms over his chest. "Okay, fine--you don't want my help, I'll just
keep my mouth shut."
Scott dared to glance away from the road for all of half a second. "Your
"Yeah." Logan gazed out the window, assuming an attitude of perfect aplomb.
"I was going to tell you how to stir things up a little with Jean, but if
you're not interested--"
"Logan, the last thing I need--heck, the last thing anybody needs--is
romantic advice from a Canadian sasquatch." Scott grimaced, and his voice
dropped to a somewhat self-addressing tone. "Jean and I have just been
busy. Things will settle down soon."
Watching Scott wallow in insecurity was well worth the earlier trudge
through the grocery store. However, Logan had a goal to accomplish, and he
decided to lay into it in earnest.
He fixed his darkest glower on the younger man. "She ain't happy right now,
Cyke--and she deserves to be happy. That's why, one way or the other, I'm
gonna make sure you fix that little problem." Then his fierce expression
relaxed into a smirk. "Of course, if you really don't wanna know the trick
to what she finds so fascinating about me
"*No*," Scott ground out between his teeth.
Logan made a small throwing-away gesture and leaned his head back, closing
his eyes. A full two minutes passed before he heard Scott's exasperated voice.
"What on earth *does* she find so fascinating about you?"
Turning his head, Logan looked at Scott, and a slow, predatory smile
crossed his face.
On February the fifteenth, Logan cruised through the hallways of the
school, looking for Rogue during the students' lunch break. As he passed by
one of the classrooms, his sensitive ears caught the sound of Jean humming
cheerfully behind the closed door. Cracking a smile, he stopped, and
quietly stepped closer to listen.
A moment later, Ororo's voice intruded on Jean's humming and the shuffling
of papers. "Okay, Jean, spill it. You've been smiling for two days. What is
it that's made you so happy lately?"
Logan put a hand over his mouth to stifle a chuckle.
"Oh." Jean sounded slightly chagrined. "Well
Scott's just been in a very
*interesting* mood for the last few days."
A long pause. And then, somewhat mischievously: "Interesting like how?"
Logan counted to three, and right on cue, heard a long-suffering sigh from
the other side of the door. When Jean answered Ororo's question, her voice
was raised to be clearly heard.
"I'll tell you later, while we're grading papers. *Logan* is listening in
Barely containing a laugh, Logan opened the door and poked in his head to
grin broadly at the two ladies. He lingered just long enough to catch their
perfectly synchronized eye rolls before ducking out of the room and
continuing on his way.
He had expected Jean to make a telepathic sweep for eavesdroppers, and
frankly, he didn't want to hear any more. Details would involve Scott, and
*that* was a mental image he did not need. It was enough for him to know
that Jean was getting her due--and that her quest for Scott's attention
would no longer leave him in danger of asphyxiation by perfume.
Of course, if Jean ever read Scott's mind and found out who had been giving
him ideas, her reaction would probably make asphyxia seem quick and painless
Maybe Logan's scheme had not been such a good idea, after all.
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