Fic: Unresolved: 1/1: Scott, Logan, Storm (Rogue): RR#22
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Author: Victoria P. [victoria_p@...]
Summary: "He would worry about it all tomorrow. Tomorrow was a new day."
Series: Unspoken #22
Timeline: Somewhere after "Darkening the Sun" but *before* "As the
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: All X-Men characters belong to Marvel and Fox; this piece of
fan-written fiction intends no infringement on any copyrights.
Archive: Lists, jenn's Indulgence, Muse's Fool.
Feedback: makes vic a happy monkey
Notes: Thanks for making this such a blast to write. And remember, I
have *no* idea what's really going on with Jean and Warren, nor does
Scott. I just know that Scott now knows they're cohabiting.
Scott pushed open the front door, barely able to put one foot in front
of the other.
He'd found Jean, all right. With Warren. <Dear God,> he thought,
<what's gotten into all of us?>
They swore nothing was going on, but Jean didn't reach out with her mind
to reassure him -- he knew she wouldn't be able to lie to him if she
did -- and Warren couldn't meet his eyes. She said it was just
temporary, a medium between too many people and too much emotion at the
mansion and the nothing of the cabin in the mountains.
Warren was just staying to make sure she was all right. His shields were
almost as good as Scott's, so she wouldn't be overwhelmed by his
<A likely story,> Scott thought then, and now, hating himself for
doubting his best friend's word, doubting the woman he -- felt so
connected to. Hating them all for this whole ridiculously overwrought
situation that, if he'd seen it in a movie, he'd have disparaged as
unrealistic. <People don't act like this,> he thought. <Except when they
Instant trust and instant betrayal.
He so wanted to believe that they were telling the truth. Logic told him
he was a fool, but he needed to believe it, even if his brain kept
calling him crazy. He thought back again to the argument with Rogue. He
always had to pry beneath the surface, but now... now he didn't want to.
He wanted to accept the superficial reality Jean and Warren presented,
wanted to believe it with his whole heart.
He stood in the shadows of the foyer, trying to decide which he wanted
more -- food or a shower -- when he heard it.
Rogue's laughter, and then her voice, sounding more carefree than it had
in a while.
He sidled toward the living room, disgusted with himself for sneaking
around in his own house, but wanting to get the drop on any developing
situation. God knows, going in blind about Jean and Warren had been so
He peeked in and saw Rogue on the couch. Logan was next to her, close,
but not close enough to arouse comment. Well, unless she was your
girlfriend. Then you might have cause to complain. Logan's arm was
stretched along the back of the sofa, his hand -- his *gloved* hand,
Scott noted sourly -- occasionally brushing Marie's shoulder or hair as
he explained some obscure point of hockey.
And wasn't that just the icing on the cake?
Ororo was curled up in the recliner that sat cat-a-corner to the couch,
so they weren't even *alone*, though from the way they acted, they might
as well have been.
Scott had been so wrapped up in his own troubles that he'd forgotten the
man was sniffing around his finaceé. Ex-fianceé. Whatever.
After thinking on it, he was sure that Marie wasn't deliberately trying
to hurt him by hanging around with Logan. Of course, he'd also been
damned sure *Warren* would never dick him over by sleeping with the
woman he -- felt such a strong connection to. His mind shied away from
the word "love." It wasn't love. Not yet.
<They're not sleeping together. They're not.> If he said it often
enough, he'd believe it. He had to. Of course, he was no longer certain
Jean and Warren were the "they" he was thinking of.
There was a whistle from the television and Rogue said, "Okay, I don't
get it. What was wrong with that play?"
"Two-line pass, darlin'. Can't pass the puck from behind your own blue
line past the other guy's. It's off-sides."
"Hmm. Is that like icing?"
"Icing is when the puck goes from your side of center over the other
guy's goal line. They've been talkin' for years about gettin' rid of
icing, 'cause of all the injuries when guys get checked face-first into
the boards, but they never change it." His hand stroked her hair, then
stopped, as if he'd caught himself doing something he wasn't supposed
to. "I could go for a cold one. You want anything, Marie?"
"That sounds good." He made to stand; she put a hand on his knee and
said, "I'll go. I have to pee."
He raised an eyebrow. "Can't wait til intermission?"
She laughed again, and Scott could feel his teeth grinding. She used to
laugh with *him* like that, back when they'd first started dating. He
made a conscious effort to get himself under control.
"We can't all have iron bladders, sugar."
"Not iron, Marie. Adamantium."
<Good lord, he's making jokes,> Scott thought incredulously as Rogue
grinned and left the room.
Ororo leaned forward, apparently more interested in the game than she'd
seemed. "That was cross-checking! That was a blatant foul!"
"Penalty," Logan corrected absently. "You know the Rangers ain't gonna
get any calls in Philly, 'Ro."
"But -- but--"
"It's only preseason, but you're in mid-season form, eh?" She laughed
and opened her mouth to speak when Logan said, "Scooter. You're home.
Why don't you come in and have a beer?"
<Son of a bitch.> He'd forgotten the man's enhanced senses. <Sloppy,
Scott. Very sloppy.>
He walked into the room. "No, thanks." He didn't think he could sit and
watch Logan put the moves on Marie. He had some serious thinking to do
about the mess his life had become, and he couldn't make any decisions
while the others discussed the non-enforcement of the new rules on
holding or the merits of the trap.
He must have been radiating hostility, because the next thing out of
Logan's mouth was, "You gonna tell me to stay away from Marie?"
"Depends. What are you planning on doing with her?" His voice was as
casual as he could make it, though his whole body was strung tighter
than a bow.
Logan shrugged, the nonchalance he wore like a cloak at odds with the
intensity in his eyes. "Whatever she wants."
"And if *I'm* what she wants?" Scott challenged.
Another shrug. "She's confused. She'll get over it."
<Christ, the man has balls,> Scott thought. "You like to play the savior
routine, huh? You rescue Jean from the woods and bring her here, and
what? What did you get from her for it? And then you save Marie's life,
and you think she's just going to fall into bed with you? Man, that's
some racket you've got going."
Suddenly, Logan wasn't lounging on the couch anymore.
"I think you better shut up, or your girlfriend ain't the only thing
you'll be missing." Logan's voice was low and threatening, the teasing
Scott drew himself up to his full height and took a step toward Logan.
They were pretty evenly matched in height, though Logan was at least a
hundred pounds heavier, due to the adamantium, and a far better
hand-to-hand fighter, even if Scott would never admit that out loud.
"I will get a ruler and you two can just whip em out, so we will be
done with this, this macho posturing!" Storm interrupted, her voice
cutting through the testosterone haze like lightning.
They both jumped. Scott had forgotten her presence.
Logan had the grace to look sheepish, and Scott knew the look on his own
face was probably the same.
"I gotta go," he muttered, walking out the way he'd come in, so as not
to run into Rogue. He could feel Logan's angry stare burning his back,
but he didn't turn around.
As he headed toward the front door, trying to decide where he could go
to just get drunk and forget this miserable day, he felt a hand on his
Whirling, he saw it was Ororo, a sad smile on her beautiful face.
"What is going on?" she asked softly. "Do you have any idea what you're
He laughed, and it was nothing like the light musical sound of Rogue's
laughter only minutes before. "No. None at all." His shoulders slumped
again. "I found Jean. She's --"
"You knew? Goddammit, Ro! Why didn't you say anything?"
"You didn't ask," she responded with irrefutable logic. "It is not my
place to get mixed up in your romantic entanglements."
"Did you ever think maybe you should come down off that pedestal and get
involved? Or have you gotten so caught up in being a goddess that you've
forgotten what it's like for the rest of us?"
She took a deep breath and he could see the muscles in her jaw tighten.
"Let's just forget you said that, Scott."
"There are a lot of things about tonight I'd like to forget," he
replied. "Unfortunately, I can't."
She softened then, and said, "Come. I will make you a cup of tea."
She led him to the kitchen and he allowed himself to be enveloped in her
care. He would worry about it all tomorrow. Tomorrow was a new day.
There's all sorts of W/S/J angst to be done...
"Okay, on sleazing extra candy, tears are key. Tears will normally get
you the double bagger. You can also try the old 'You missed me' routine,
but it's risky. Only go there for chocolate." Xander Harris, _Buffy the
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