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    As With Your Shadow (Returning Spring, 6/10) “Logan? It’s Scott.” “Hi.” “How’s it going up there?” “Not bad.” “Charles said you wanted
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      As With Your Shadow (Returning Spring, 6/10)

      �Logan? It�s Scott.�

      �Hi.�

      �How�s it going up there?�

      �Not bad.�

      �Charles said you wanted me to call you.�

      �Jean didn�t tell you I called?�

      �Uh no. When did you talk to her?�

      �The other night. She said you were out on a
      mission.�

      �Oh yeah. A false alarm, as it turned out. We got a
      report of what sure sounded like Sabretooth and Toad,
      terrorizing a town in Dutchess County. I thought
      Magneto�s Brotherhood was back in business.�

      �It wasn�t them?�

      �It wasn�t anyone. A fake distress call. There was
      definitely a mutant presence in the town � Charles saw
      that much on Cerebro before we headed up there � but
      nothing was happening by the time we showed up. There
      was nothing going on at all that we could see. We
      went to the house the call had come from. The people
      who lived there had no idea what we were talking
      about. I went back the next day with Charles, so he
      could interview them. He verified telepathically that
      they weren�t lying. They were genuinely puzzled,
      quite sure no one had called from their home. I don�t
      know what to make of it... Anyway, how�s your mission
      coming?�

      �Pretty good. Security review is done, so is the
      design for the panic room and other new security
      measures. We�ve got all the materials and
      electronics. Construction is coming along. It
      should be all done in another week or two. I was
      gonna stay until it�s finished but the Professor had
      other ideas.�

      �Yeah, he told me he was bringing you home. Can they
      finish up without you?�

      �Sure. Jean-Paul can be foreman. He knows what he�s
      doing. And he�s got plenty of help here.�

      �Has working with Kurt been okay?�

      �Yeah, he�s fine. A hard worker and he gets places
      fast � places the rest of us can�t get to. So, that�s
      really useful. The bible stuff gets a little hard to
      take after a while, but...�

      �I can imagine... Logan? I�m glad you�re coming back
      here. We miss you... I miss you... Shit. I shouldn�t
      have said that, should I?�

      �Nah, it�s fine.�

      �I don�t want to sound like I think this thing is more
      than it is. I just... I�m not even sure what happened
      the other night, but it didn�t feel good. I don�t
      want you mad at me.�

      �I�m not mad anymore.�

      �I want to see you.�

      �I want to see you, too. There�s stuff I need to talk
      to you about.�

      �Do you want to talk now?�

      �No. Not easy stuff to say. Face-to-face is better.
      Maybe easier after sex... We still doing it?�

      �Yes. I want to. I want you, Logan.�

      �It makes my dick hard when you say that.�

      �Yeah?�

      �Yeah.�

      �Where are you?�

      �In my bedroom.�

      �The same one you had when we were in Vermont
      together?�

      �Uh huh. I�m sitting here remembering doing it with
      you. Right here. In this bed.�

      �Me, too. I wish I were there with you.�

      �What would you do?�

      �Oh, lots of stuff.�

      �Tell me.�

      �I want to suck you off.�

      �Do you?�

      �Um hmm. I remember the first time I ever did. I
      couldn�t believe my luck when you said you wanted me
      to. I thought I�d better hurry up and get started
      before you changed your mind... Don�t laugh, I mean
      it. Anyway, I think I�d go slower if I were there
      now.�

      �Why?�

      �I just want to take my time. I�d get on the bed with
      you, kiss you. You�re a great kisser. I can almost
      feel it now. Your mouth against mine, pushing your
      tongue in. My hands in your hair.�

      �Where are my hands?�

      �On my ass, I think. Yeah. One on each cheek.
      Pushing me against you. I can feel you hard, pressed
      against me. Can you feel it?�

      �Yeah, Scott. It feels real good. Keep going.�

      �Okay. Um, let me think. Okay, I�m all pressed
      against you, moving a little so my cock rubs against
      yours. It feels good, but the clothes are in the way.
      So, I take my hands off of your head. I�m still
      kissing you, but now I�m unzipping you while I do.
      I�m pulling out your cock, all big and hard. I�m
      playing with it. Go ahead, Logan. Take it out. Let
      your hand be mine, just for a little while.�

      �Okay, I�m doing that. You�re rubbing me with those
      long fingers of yours. I love what you do to my cock
      with your hand. I can�t get enough of it. But I want
      your mouth, too.�

      �Good, because that�s what I want, too. I want your
      dick in my mouth. I�ve been so hungry for you, I�ve
      been thinking about it all the time. Sit on the side
      of the bed now. I�m getting down on my knees on the
      floor. I�m still rubbing you with my hand, but I�m
      kissing your cock, too. Licking the head. Oh, you
      taste so good, Logan. I can almost taste you just
      remembering, I swear. And now I�m taking it in my
      mouth. I want to suck on your meat. You�re filling
      up my mouth. I�m sucking you really deep. All the
      way in.�

      �Oh yeah. Swallow it, Scott. Take it all. I want it
      push it all the way down, in your hot mouth and down
      your throat. I want to feel you sucking me, sliding
      in and out like that.�

      �That�s what I�m doing. In and out. Sucking you
      good. You�re big and hard and I can feel that vein on
      the underside with my tongue, pulsing, throbbing.
      I�ve got my hand on your balls. They�re getting
      tight, you�re about to come. I can hear it in the
      noises you�re making, too. I want your cum, Logan. I
      want it all. Pump it into me. I want it in my mouth
      and my throat. Give it to me. Come on... Come on...
      Give me that hot cum...�

      �Oh, Scott!�

      �You came, didn�t you?�

      �Yeah. Real good. Thanks. It didn�t feel like I was
      just jerking off. It seemed like something else,
      almost like we were doing something together.�

      �We can do that for real when you�re back here.�

      �And lots more. There�s lots of stuff I wanna do with
      you, too. I�m glad I�m coming back.�

      �Me, too. For sex and more. Sometimes I feel like I
      have nobody to talk to here, nobody to bounce ideas
      off of... Logan?�

      �Yeah?�

      �What do you think of our false alarm mission the
      other night? What do you think it means?�

      �I don�t know... You�re sure the call was coming from
      upstate?�

      �Yeah, we checked. It definitely came from the phone
      in that house, the one I went to, but the people there
      had no knowledge of it.�

      �Were they mutants? Did they have a connection with
      Xavier�s or with the X-Men?�

      �No. Normals, and no previous contact with us.�

      �So how did they know to call you, anyway?�

      �I don�t know. Whoever it was who called had a story
      about getting our number from a Xavier�s alumnus, but
      it turned out to be bogus. He asked for me by name.
      It sounded credible at the time, particularly with the
      descriptions of the attackers sounding just like
      Magneto�s people. But now that we know it was all
      made up, well why? Why send the X-Men on a wild goose
      chase?�

      �Was it the whole team?�

      �No, just me and �Ro. I was ready to call in
      reinforcements if needed.�

      �And whoever called knew something about the X-Men,
      knew enough to call and ask for you. Knew you�re
      Field Leader?�

      �Yes, definitely. That�s how he asked for me � �Is
      this Scott Summers, Field Leader of the X-Men?� But I
      didn�t think anything of that. I mean the kids all
      know our command structure. If one of our alumni had
      passed on the phone number, well it�s not surprising
      he�d know I�m Field Leader, is it?�

      �No, that�s not where I�m going.�

      �So, what then?�

      �Well, whoever is behind this would likely know you�d
      drop what you were doing and head up there as soon as
      you heard that story. So, what were you doing?
      Something someone might want to stop you from
      finishing?�

      �No, nothing important. Just grading papers. Nobody
      but the kids who were afraid of getting bad grades
      would want to interrupt that. I think this is a bit
      too elaborate a stratagem to avoid failing English!�

      �Okay, then the other possibility is � who wanted you
      out of the way that night? What went on at the
      mansion while you were gone? Something that you would
      have known about and stopped if you�d been there.�

      �Nothing that I know of. Nothing unusual. Although
      if someone wanted me out of the way to do something,
      it might not be something that shows... Logan, you
      said you talked to Jean that night? Where was she
      when you called her?�

      �I didn�t call her. I was calling you. She answered
      the phone in your office.�

      ***********************************
      �Ethan?�

      �Charles! Good to hear from you. Thanks for
      returning my call. How are you?�

      �Very well, and you?�

      �Fine, fine. Charles, Logan told me he�s going back
      to Westchester and Jean�s coming up here. I was
      surprised to hear that. What�s going on?�

      �She�s interested in the MPP project and looking for a
      way to make a contribution. I thought it would be a
      good idea for her to spend a little time in Vermont
      and see if there�s some way she can participate in the
      project.�

      �What�s really going on?�

      �There�s no fooling you, Ethan.�

      �Why would you want to?�

      �I don�t, really. I was going to explain my true
      purpose. Ethan, I�m more and more convinced this
      isn�t really Jean. I don�t know what to do. I want
      you to meet her, see what you think.�

      �I�m happy to do that. I want to help any way I can.�

      �She doesn�t remember you. I�m quite sure of it. She
      tried to cover up, but your name meant nothing to her.
      That�s proof.�

      �I wouldn�t be so sure. I certainly like to think I�m
      memorable, but...�

      �You were a huge influence on Jean, Ethan, at an
      extraordinarily difficult time in her life. You truly
      saved her.�

      �I�m afraid it was you who did that, my friend. But,
      anyway, I don�t think that means she�d remember me.�

      �Why ever not?�

      �Her mind may have its own reasons to forget. I knew
      Jean at a very difficult time in her life, Charles, as
      you say. We worked together then, but she hasn�t seen
      or spoken to me for many years. She could have if
      she�d wanted to. She knows that you and I have
      remained friends. There�s a lot about her association
      with me, about our work together, that she has good
      reason to want not to remember. Memory is infinitely
      malleable. Maybe she can�t face remembering what went
      on then, so she can�t remember me. Stranger things
      have happened.�

      �See what you think when she�s there. But be careful!
      Whoever she is, she�s a very powerful telepath.
      Don�t let her in your brain if you can help it...
      �Memory is infinitely malleable.� I�ll have to
      remember that.�

      �I find myself thinking it a lot as I�ve gotten to
      know Logan. He tells me you�ve tried to help him with
      his memory problems.�

      �Yes, I�ve read his mind a few times. I have been
      able to uncover some of his lost time. But I�m sorry
      to say that I haven�t been that effective. His mind
      is...confused, disordered. I often can�t distinguish
      between real memories, dreams, fantasies, maybe even
      implanted memories. It�s all jumbled. His is a very
      disturbed � and disturbing � mind. Which I imagine
      you�ve discovered even without telepathy. I wonder
      sometimes about his ability to function on our team,
      although he�s done very well so far. Do you think
      he�s stable enough to be an X-Man?�

      �It�s certainly a high stress job. But you say he�s
      been functioning well?�

      �Yes, both as a teacher and a team member. He has
      been rock solid reliable. There have been situations
      where we would have been lost without him.�

      �Hmm. You�re quite right that Logan is very troubled.
      On the other hand, it sounds like he�s good for your
      team. And I think the work is probably good for him,
      too. Do you know, Charles, what Freud said when asked
      what defines a mentally healthy individual?�

      �No, what?�

      �He said that one should be able to do two things:
      lieben und arbeiten.�

      �To love and to work. Well, Logan seems to be doing
      well on the work front. Perhaps you�re right and it
      is good for him. He�s so...damaged, though. I really
      doubt he�ll ever manage the other half of Freud�s
      prescription.�

      �Give him time, Charles. Give him time.�




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