Saturday Night

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I mean, really, if I did, would I be sharing them with anyone else? Also, the song "Saturday Night" belongs to Eve6.

Author's Note: Thank you to BatchSan for reviewing "Eat You Alive." I hope you enjoy this one just as much.


It was Friday evening at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, and the sound of doors slamming drew the attention of several students. Kitty Pryde and Kurt Wagner in particular ran to the foyer to see what was up, arriving in time to see Scott Summers stomping up the stairs heading for his room. Shrugging to eachother, Kitty returned to the rec-room as Kurt made his way to the kitchen. Jean Grey and Rogue were occupying the couch, and Kitty stretched out on the loveseat and gave Jean a questioning look.

"Jean, you and Scott are, like, really close, right?" Kitty asked.

"Yes, we are," Jean replied and motioned for Rogue to mute the TV. "We were the Institute's first students, and we've always been close. Why?"

"I was just wondering if you, like, know why he comes home so totally upset sometimes, y'know?" Kitty asked, causing both Jean and Rogue to inwardly cringe at the abuse of the English language. Outwardly Jean smiled and lightly shrugged.

"Jeez, Kitty," Rogue interjected, "whaddya think she is, his keeper? How's she supposed to know what happens everytime Boyscout gets pissed?" A pretty blush colored Kitty's face and she stared at the floor, and Jean knew that the next thing out of the younger girl's mouth would not be good.

"Well, y'know, I just thought that, since you two spend, like, so much time together, that you and Scott were, like, together. Y'know?" Kitty finally raised her gaze to look Jean in the eyes and was greeted with a look of shock.

"Me...and Scott.....together?" Jean asked incredulously before bursting out laughing. Rogue soon joined in, and Kitty didn't miss the tender-if-brief touch of Rogue's gloved hand on Jean's arm. Storing the scene for later gossip, Kitty just stared at her friends in mild embarrassment. Wiping at her eyes, Jean calmed down enough to speak. "Oh, Kitty! That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard. Yes, Scott and I are close, but we're more like brother and sister than boyfriend and girlfriend. Besides, I am not in any way Scott's type." This comment made Rogue laugh even harder, and Jean made a shushing motion to get Rogue to quiet down. Kitty let all of this turn over in her head, then grinned.

"Well, then, what is his type?" Kitty asked. Jean and Rogue suddenly went quiet. They shared a look that told Kitty they most definitely knew something, then Jean ran a hand through her hair in thought.

"Kitty, that's, um, not really my business to be telling anyone. If Scott decides anyone should know about his private life, he'll tell them himself. Now, I have some homework I should be doing, so I'll see you both at dinner," Jean said as she stood and headed out the room towards the stairs. Rogue watched her go then stood to leave as well, but not before catching the questioning look on Kitty's face.

"What?" Rogue asked irritably.

"Who do you think is Scott's, y'know, type?" Rogue just stared at the younger girl for a second before shaking her head and walking towards the rec-room door.

"If you're looking for someone to hook him up with," Rogue said as she reached the door, "try asking Kurt if he's available." That said, Rogue left the room and headed for the stairs, leaving Kitty with a confused look on her face. Finally what Rogue meant clicked in Kitty's head, and the girl could only say, "Oh."

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On the second floor of the institute, Jean made her way to Scott's room only to find Ororo Munroe already there. Leaning against the wall across the hall from Scott's door, Jean smiled at the weather witch and received a worried smile in return.

"This is the third time this week he's come home like this," Jean stated. "I'm starting to get seriously worried." Ororo sighed and joined Jean against the wall.

"I know, child, but if he won't open up to us then it is not our business to pry," Ororo said in soothing tones. Jean nodded in understanding then turned her eyes towards the person approaching from the stairs.

"I see you escaped the Kitty Inquisition," she said, smiling warmly as Rogue walked up. Holding out her hand to Rogue, she entwined her fingers with the Southern girl and pulled her in close. Ororo smiled softly at the couple.

"Glad to see things are going well between you two." She paused for a brief moment as her gaze returned to the door across the hall. "Now if only Scott could find such happiness."

"I still say we should let Logan loose on that jerk," Rogue mumbled, receiving a harsh glare from the African goddess. "What? It's only fair. Besides, that overgrown badger threatens me all the time about hurting 'his little girl.' I don't see why he hasn't already disembowled the guy who continuously hurts 'his other little girl.'" Jean smirked at the description of her best friend.

"He wants to," Jean said, "but Scott keeps telling him that he just needs 'one more chance to talk with him'....as if that idiot will ever understand what Scott is asking of him." The three women fell into a silence that wasn't broken until the door they had been watching slowly opened. Wiping away the last of his tears, Scott merely shook his head and walked past the questioning looks towards the bathroom. Sighing, Jean pushed away from the wall saying that she really did have homework and tugged Rogue after her towards her room. Ororo sent one last look Scott's way before going downstairs to begin dinner.

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Everyone had plans for Saturday, and no one saw or heard from Scott the entire day. It wasn't until the sun had almost set that everyone was drawn out to the front lawn by the sound of two cars screeching to a halt. Seeing Scott's red convertible was no surprise, but the green jeep pulled up next to it made the students shift in preparation for a battle with the leader of the Brotherhood. Before a word could be said, students and faculty alike watched as Lance Alvers spun Scott around by the shoulder and demanded he say something.

"Just go away, Lance," Scott said, refusing to look the other boy in the eyes. "It's not like you really give a damn how I feel anyway." The ground trembled slightly as the walking natural disaster growled in annoyance.

"How you feel?! Jesus, Summers, how the hell am I supposed to know how you feel when you won't even talk to me!" Lance shouted. Glaring through his ruby glasses, Scott pushed his way out of Lance's grip.

"I've been talking! I've talked for the last five months! You just wouldn't listen!" The boys stared hard at eachother in silence before Lance finally spoke.

"I'm listening now." Scott gaped for a moment before throwing his arms up in the air.

"No! No, you're not! If you were, you would have left me alone like I told you to!" he shouted before stomping past Lance towards his car.

"Where are you going, Scott? This isn't over!" Lance shouted and trailed Scott to his car. Scott merely slammed his door in response and started his car, only to find himself shoved into the seat by his shoulders. "For the last time," Lance practically growled, "tell me what is wrong."

"What's wrong is I'm tired of begging you to join the X-Men. What's wrong is I can't understand how you can try to kill me one minute then screw me the next! That's what's wrong, Lance! Now, let go!"

"This conversation isn't over," Lance said as Scott struggled against him. Realizing he couldn't break out of the other boy's grip, Scott reached out toward the radio.

"Yes, it is," he said as he picked out a certain song and turned the volume to max. "But if you're still so desperate to listen, then listen to this."

"Saturday night burns a redness on my face
I tasted you, you tasted me, you were never my taste
Now you're left alone with precious thoughts
Of half assed half an hour stops
And talk so small I can't remember ever saying a word

Laced with thick naivete
Firm delusions can't be swayed
Tell yourself you're happy
We both know the truth
It's false behind the dirty talk
the dirty sheets the sexy walk
Your eyes are closed your heart is open
wide and that's no good

There is something up my sleeve
There is nothing inbetween
You and me that you can't see
So beg my pardon

Honesty's a virtue that can hurt you let it be
The thought that counts is counting down the minutes til I leave
And when I do you'll be looking for security in words
But you know that you won't get it for the better for the worse

There is something up my sleeve
There is nothing inbetween
You and me that you can't see
So beg my pardon

I apologize for me
Then I'm back in a couple weeks
I'm too weak to help it
Don't know how to end it
I apologize for me

There is something up my sleeve
There is nothing inbetween
You and me that you can't see
So beg my pardon

There is something up my sleeve
There is nothing inbetween
You and me that you can't see
So beg my pardon"

As the song ended, the look of sudden realization compounded by hurt made Scott want to cry even harder.

"So," Lance said, releasing Scott's shoulders. "It's over." Scott nodded, tears staining his face.

"I'm tired of fighting you for happiness, Lance. I can't do this anymore. You're either with me or against me....there is no inbetween." Scott watched as Lance turned away. No more words were said as Lance climbed back into his jeep and drove away. But in the driver's seat of his little red convertible, Scott Summers broke down and wept.

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Later that night, Logan growled as he listened to Ororo and Professor Xavier recount the earlier scene. Pacing back and forth, Logan ran a hand over his face in agitation.

"I knew I shoulda stayed home today. Damnit, I shoulda gutted that arrogant brat a long time ago." Ororo layed a comforting hand on the Wolverine's shoulder, and the gruff man took a calming breath as he turned to face her. Their gazes locked for a moment before the hardened warrior pulled the weather goddess into a tight embrace. Understanding the connection between them, the professor looked away to give them a moment before clearing his throat.

"While I understand your feelings for the boy - after all, he is like a son to you both - there are other matters to attend to. We have a new student arriving tonight, and Rogue just informed me that she'll be here with him soon," Xavier said and opened the door to his office.

Entering the rec-room, the three instructors were greeted with the sight of all the students gathered around Scott as he explained the situation between himself and Lance. Some listened on in sympathy while others stared on in confusion. A few of the younger girls fought back tears at the knowledge that one of their major crushes was gay. Suddenly, Jean looked up towards the door and smiled. Pausing to lay a hand on Scott's shoulder, Jean moved to the foyer to allow in Rogue.

"Well," Xavier said with a smile, "it seems Rogue has returned with our newest student."

"Professor, some of us were wondering," Jubilee spoke up. "Why exactly did you send Rogue to pick this guy up? I mean, she doesn't really have the most welcoming personality."

"Because," a Southern voice said from the door, "he's my best friend."

"In fact, he wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Rogue," Jean added with a smile. Scott kept his eyes on his lap as the girls entered the room when a new voice spoke up.

"Mon dieu," a Cajun accent exclaimed. "A Saturday night and all de teens at home? Mebbe s'just where Remy come from, but Remy ain't never seen a quiet Saturday night. Why so down?" Scott rolled his eyes and looked up at the stranger to tell him it was none of his business why they were quiet, and was greeted by the sight of a muscular young man in baggy jeans, a skin tight black shirt, and an old brown trench coat. His breath hitched in his throat over the devil's smirk gracing the boy's lips beneath shaggy brown hair and the most amazing eyes he had ever seen.

Maybe this Saturday night wouldn't be such a bust after all.....