FF "The End v2.0" (1/1) PG [Logan/Jean, Scott, Rogue]
- Author: Elizabeth Wilde
Title: The End v2.0
Series: Driving Force
Distribution: Anyone who has my fic, anyone who asks
me nicely for it,
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or the song "In My Car"
by Gin Blossoms. Don't sue, please! I don't have
anything worth taking!
Classification: gen/slight angst, maybe
Summary: Scott returns to the school after three
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I miss her feel, her touch, her taste
I feel the distance everyplace
This distance can't be taken casually
Scott Summers gripped the wheel of his new/old car, a
small black model with only a few rust spots. It had
been cheap enough to be within his budget and still
had enough parts left to run, which was all he needed.
He needed a way to get home.
Almost three years had passed since he sped away from
the school on his bike, which he'd eventually ended up
stripping the turbo from and trading in. He looked
out across the scenery, remembering a time when he
could have told the exact distance from Xavier's
School from almost any given point without a second's
hesitation. //Now I can barely tell where I am.//
The memory gaps were disturbing and comforting all at
the same time. Scott wanted to be different when he
walked in the door. He wanted people to see some sort
of change in him. Mostly, he wanted to be near Jean
again. //Logan might've gotten the girl, but I'll be
damned if I spend another day without being near
her,// Scott affirmed silently.
"Just don't be too long," Logan had said when he
caught Scott sneaking away in the middle of the night.
//It's been way too long.// Living without Jean's
love hurt enough. Living without her was even worse.
//I need her, whether she needs me or not.// And no
matter where he'd run, all he could feel was the
lengthening miles between them and the weakening of
their now-dissolved bond.
Take my time just drive around
I'm feeling lost in my hometown
Every turn I take is comforting
Scott had lunch at a small caf� in Westchester more as
a reason to delay his arrival at the school than out
of hunger. He picked half-heartedly at the food then
left the waitress a five dollar tip for being so
patient with his nervous terseness. //Not her fault
my heart is beating so loud I can barely hear myself
Behind the wheel once again, Scott found the road to
the school without thinking. //Guess I remember more
than I figured.// It would have been easy to take the
wrong turn on purpose and spend a little more time
thinking, trying to plan what he would say to anyone
and everyone when he walked in, but Scott knew that no
amount of planning could help him anticipate what
seeing Jean again might be like. He expected sadness,
pain, anger, and exhilaration.
The gates were open as usual and Scott parked near the
front door, steeling himself-or trying to-before
stepping outside the vehicle. His palms were
sweating, and Scott felt as if his body was going to
shake itself apart. //Get a grip, Summers!// He
pulled a worn duffel bag from the back seat and
ascended the steps.
The door opened quietly. There was no one in the
hall, and Scott had to fight a half-forgotten urge to
send Jean a greeting through a bond that didn't exist.
"Hello?" he called into the empty hallway.
A form appeared at the end of the hall, and Scott knew
instantly that it was Rogue by the long,
white-streaked auburn hair. She looked entirely
different otherwise. She wasn't a little girl
anymore. Her face was slender and so was her form,
more curvaceous by half than it had been when he left.
"Mr. Summers?" she asked with a hesitant smile.
The young woman smiled and held her arms out. "Miss
He pulled her into a quick hug, fighting back tears.
There was something immensely comforting in Rogue's
immediate acceptance. "Yes. More than you'll ever
She stepped back and studied him. "Ya need to shave.
Stubble just doesn't look right on ya," Rogue teased.
Her dark eyes watched him for another breath. "Ya
wanna see Dr. Grey?"
Something in him was comforted that Jean's name hadn't
changed. //At least they aren't married.// "I think
so," he replied with a sheepish smile.
Rogue linked her arm through his. "Too damn nervous.
Ain't like ya at all. We're gonna have hell whippin'
ya back into shape, aren't we?"
"We?" Scott inquired cautiously.
"The X-Men, silly. Ya didn't think ya'd come back and
we'd let ya slack off, didja?" Rogue explained, voice
carrying a note of reproach. "And 'we' are Jean,
Ororo, Logan, Bobby, and me. That sound about right?"
"That sounds great," Scott affirmed.
"Here ya go." Rogue pointed into the TV room. Logan
and Jean were sitting together on the couch, her legs
swung over his lap as they talked quietly about
something. "It ain't gonna get easier if ya wait,"
Rogue reminded Scott as she walked off in the opposite
Scott stepped into the room and the movement caught
Logan's eye instantly. A smile spread across the
other man's face. "About damn time," he complained
lightly as Jean's head swung to face the same
"Scott!" She was up and in his arms what seemed like
seconds later. They held each other for a few
moments, then she pulled back, smiling. "Where have
He swallowed, overwhelmed by her reception. "I...
just... anywhere but here," he finally finished.
Jean bit her lip. "Oh."
Logan came to stand beside her, offering Scott his
hand. "Find anything useful?"
Scott took Logan's hand and shook it. "Not a damn
thing," he replied honestly.
Logan nodded. "Yep." His arm went around Jean's
waist. "I could've told ya that much if you weren't
so damn stubborn."
"I wouldn't have believed you before," Scott reminded
"Yeah. How 'bout now?"
Scott surprised himself by smiling. "I believe you."
Logan nodded again and Jean smiled. "You're staying?"
she asked hopefully, gaze drifting to the duffel bag.
"Yep. This is the only place worth being for me."
"Besides," Logan added with one eyebrow arched, "if
you try runnin' out again, I'll kill you myself."
Jean laughed and swatted her lover's chest before
turning back to Scott. "Welcome home."
Slowly, a smile spread across his face. Things were
different, but that didn't mean they couldn't still be
good. "It's great to be here."
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