Fic: Rescue (1/1 Scott/Logan PG-13)
- Title: Rescue
Sequel to Pop Culture and Eavesdropping Well kinda
Disclaimer: Alas, they are not mine. They belong to Marvel and
20th Century Fox
Summary: And when he thought that students were bad, here
Notes: This won't make sense if you haven't read Eavesdropping and
Archiving: XMMFF, list archives and my site. Anyone else just
Logan has disappeared again, the professor says. He's gone after
Pyro, the professor thinks. I should go and help Logan, he adds.
I'm starting to think that the professor is going senile. I mean,
why not Storm or Hank. It's not like I'd miss Logan. Hell, I'm
ready to throw a party to celebrate his departure.
Le sigh, that's what the kids like to say. I'm starting to know how
they feel. So here I am in Pennsylvania, because that's where the
professor told me to go. If he knows where Logan is, why is he
worried? Why doesn't he contact Logan directly? But alas, he thinks
that sending me as his errand boy is much more interesting.
I sneak in the room and see them: Magneto, Pyro, and Logan. They're
standing around talking; they look so cosy, maybe tea and scones are
in order. Suppressing a snort, I pay attention to their conversation.
"Just 'cause Bobby is paying attention to Rogue, it doesn't mean he
doesn't care about ya," Logan says in his scruff voice.
Good Lord, are we still going on about that? Do these people only
think about sex? I shake my head and look expectantly at Magneto.
God, my life has reached a new low, when I rely on Magneto for things
to make sense.
Magneto looks at Pyro and says, "Go with him. You can always be
"Excuse me. You want me to go back to Xavier's?" Pyro sounds as
confused as I am. Jesus, you can't even count on evil masterminds to
keep the world sane.
"I never had the chance to fix things with Charles; maybe things
would have been different."
My eyes pop out like the coyote after being squashed against the
asphalt. Eric and the professor? Am I the only straight mutant?
"Come on, Pyro. I don't have all day. Let's go," Logan barks out.
Magneto nods. "I will be there if you need me." With a swirl of his
coat, he turns around and leaves the room. I stay quiet until I can
see Magneto enter the car parked outside.
"Ya can come out, Slim. Yer as subtle as an elephant in a crystal
I come into view, staring at Logan. "And maybe, we should tie a bell
to your neck. You keep disappearing on us."
He moves closer. "Maybe, I can tie you as I fuck you."
I roll my eyes. I'm getting good at ignoring his barbs. "John,
let's go. Logan, get the bike on the jet, and you *will* fix it if
there is something wrong with it." Without looking at either, I head
to the jet.
I am able to avoid them for four days later
"I'm sorry, John. I didn't mean to send you away." Bobby is
brushing John's hair back. The boy must be blind; John has so much
gel in his hair that it wouldn't move in the midst of a hurricane.
"You didn't, it's just let's not talk about it." John kisses Bobby
and I can see tongues. "Let's go to our room," he says when they come
up for air.
As they exit the rec room, they smile at me innocently, as if I can
see their joint hands, and furtive touches. I might wear quartz
lenses, but I'm not blind.
I'm ready to stop them when I hear the professor in my head. *Leave
them be. If only Eric and I * I shiver as the connection ends. I do
not want to think of Magneto and the professor.
"I can make ya shiver in pleasure." I don't need to turn to
recognize who is whispering in my ear.
"Logan, go away. I'm not gay." What's up with everyone thinking
that I'm gay? I had a girlfriend for years, and now suddenly, no one
Logan scoffs. "Ya might think that, but yer cock likes me."
"That's it. I'm leaving." I walk toward the foyer when I hear him.
"Where are ya going?"
To find a place where things make sense, to find sanity, to find
peace of mind. Aloud I say, "To find someone who wants to kill me."