Fic : Hustle 3/3
- Disclaimer etc in part 1
Logan glanced back at the professor, not quite sure he'd heard
right in the noise being generated in the bar despite his own
remarkable hearing abilities. The professor just smiled serenely and
gestured towards the pool table. Scott had walked over to the rack on
the wall and was examining the cues there with intensity. He selected
one that apparently suited him and chalked it smoothly. "My break,
right" he asked with a tight grin and with barely a pause cracked the
cue ball into the pack. "I'll take solids" he added when two
solids and a stripe went down off the break. Without pause he lined
up his next shot, handling the cue as if it had been born to him.
Logan could only stare transfixed as Scott potted two more balls off
his next shot. Scott straightened and sauntered around the table, his
eyes fixed on the way the table was laid out. He glanced at Logan as
he passed him. "Geometry" he smiled.
"What?" Logan muttered, closing his mouth and fixing Scott
with a glare. Something was definitely not right here.
"Geometry!" Scott said firmly. "I have a natural gift for
it, helps with the visor and flying." He glanced at Logan
again. "Okay,well, not the landing part of flying, but no-body is
He lined up the next shot and sank it, placing enough sidespin bottom
on the cue ball to set it up perfectly for his two remaining balls.
Scott lined up the cue ball at an angle that looked decidedly strange
and Logan could only mouth silent protests as both of Scott's'
remaining colours sank gracefully into opposite pockets leaving him
with a decidedly easy pot on the black. Scott stretched across the
table intent on the shot but at the last moment glanced up at
Logan's' disbelieving glare. "How exactly did you think I paid for
Jeans ring?" He sank the black neatly and laid the cue calmly on
the table before walking to the bar and taking a pull on his
Logan turned slowly, his stance threatening. "Excuse me?" He
"The class you get to teach. Cookery." Scott hopped up on to
his stood and cradled his beer. "I'll take my hundred bucks now
Logan slammed the money down on the bar. "I get a chance to win
this back?" he asked.
"Another time Logan. I know when to quit while I'm ahead."
The professor wheeled himself over to Logan as the man slumped at the
bar. "Jean did try to warn you Logan, " he said soothingly.
"What the hell just happened?" he muttered staring at Scott
as he turned to the bar to buy a new round of drinks with his money.
The Professor patted Logan on the knee. "I did once warn you not
to judge a book by its' cover. There is more to Scott than most
people will ever know. He wasn't exactly a model student when I first
met him. You tried to hustle someone who learned to do just that at a
very early age. You paid the price, Logan." The professor glanced
over at Scott and smiled warmly. " Considering the state he was
in when I found him I'm rather pleased with the way he turned out.
His controlling tendencies may be an anathema to you Logan but he
needs that stability and structure. "He fixed Logan with a
penetrating stare. "He also needs to be shaken out of it now and
again and for that I thank you."
As Charles wheeled around to rejoin his lady friend Logan stopped
him. "So what is his story anyway? I've seen the scars on his
wrists but I never figured him to be that sort. And now this?"
Charles smiled tightly. "That, Logan, is Scott's' story to tell.
It is not my place."
"Sounds like some story." Logan was interested in spite of
himself. He turned back to his beer.
"Logan." He turned slowly at the sound of Scott's voice
and carefully mustered a neutral expression. Scott held out a bottle
"I figure I still owe you that from the first game. Fair's
fair. No hard feelings?"
Logan slowly took the bottle and examined it thoughtfully. "You
play hockey?" he asked at last, with a glint in his eye.
Scott chuckled. "Without your healing abilities only on
Fin / The End