Healing

Chapter 14

Logan was not happy. He was, in fact, verging on furious. Marie had gone. Bobby and Kitty were stood next to each other, in front of 'Ro and Scott. She'd left a note and gone. No one had told Logan what was in the note, though his Kid would tell him later. Still, Logan didn't need to read her note to know what happened.

She was jealous. Kitty and Bobby were close; Logan knew they were just friends though. Apparently Marie didn't. She'd been getting jealous that they could touch and she couldn't even hold Bobby's hand. She was a sweet kid, but still a teenager. They tended to add angst to their lives where it didn't need to be.

Marie had probably gone to get the cure.

He watched 'Ro chew her lip quietly. She was uncomfortable, decidedly against the idea that they were 'sick', and needed a cure. He completely understood why she objected. Having an ability didn't mean they were diseased, as far as he was aware. There was a chance of someone being sick due to their mutation, he figured, but that was a totally different matter.

Bobby was sat on the ground, his head in his hands. Logan wasn't going to comfort him, even if Marie was over reacting, Bobby should have noticed. Scott handed him the note. It contained the basic young teenaged hearted misery he'd expected. Reading it, he felt old. He couldn't remember ever over reacting like that. He wanted to know if he ever did. He wanted to talk to his brother.

He threw it back at Scott, and watched as it got a few inches from his hand before fluttering to the ground. He turned and stormed off. He'd wait in his room to Marie came back to them. She was a cross between a kid sister and a niece, or a daughter or something. She would come back. It was comforting, familiar. And she loved Bobby, willing to do anything to keep him. She'd come back to him, and to Logan.

He could hear footsteps stopping outside his door. He listened as his visitor rocked from their heels to the balls of their feet. It was Scott. He was sure. He stood up and opened the door.

"Hey, Logan."

"Scott."

"You ok?"

"Fine."

There was an uncomfortable silence, before Scott pushed his way in and toed off his shoes. He removed his teacher's cardigan and turned to Logan, holding out his arms. The Canadian raised his brow; the kid had to be joking. When Logan didn't move, Scott stepped closer and wrapped his arms around him.

"She'll be fine. Don't worry."

"I know. I'm not."

"Sure." Scott had his face pressed into Logan's neck, he was smirking though, and Logan could feel it.

"She'd better get herself back here soon though. Oh god."

Scott had licked his neck.

"Your sweat tastes odd."

"Mmm..."

Kisses were being pressed to his neck, up to his jaw. Logan gripped the kid. He didn't get where this was coming from.

"Scott?"

The young man pressed his soft lips over Logan's. A wet tongue asked for entrance, and Logan opened his mouth. His own tongue massaged Scott's, his arms circled around the other's body and his hands took the chance to explore.

A gentle groan escaped Scott's throat. His hands moved to the hem of the Logan's hoodie and it got yanked off. Their lips were apart for barely a moment. The kid's arms tightened around his neck and he ground his hips into the other man's. Logan moaned loudly and pushed closer still.

A knock rapped against the door.

"Scott? Logan? You in there? We need to go. Now!" It was 'Ro. She waited till she got a reply before hurrying away.

The 3 of them were in the jet. In their normal clothes. They hadn't bothered to dress into the leather, for which Logan was glad.

He hadn't been thrilled to stop, neither had Scott. But the kid was team leader through and through. Professor X called and he answered. They were after Mystique. Sort of. That was all he was told. He'd rather be back in his bedroom, with Scott pressed to his body with no inch to move. He quickly shifted his thoughts. Focussing on where'd rather be was not a plan.

He wondered if 'Ro could tell from the flush in their faces when they came down that they had been quite happy where they were.

He watched Scott as the man piloted. He'd never say it out loud, but he was impressed. Having been in the jet when 'Ro landed, and when Scott landed (No one else flew. Wheels had laughed and said Scott was possessive.), Logan was aware that Scott was the smoother of the two.

They descended through the clouds, and set down in an apparently secure location. 'Ro assured him.

It wasn't a long trip to their location. On the road, a truck with its back open, unmoving. Scott went in first, fingers on his visor.

"Oh my... 'Ro! Logan! Come help."

They ran over, and looked in; Scott was kneeling beside a young woman with shoulder length black hair. She was wearing Scott's jacket, and didn't appear to have much else on. He tried not to growl. He did move next to Scott, and let 'Ro help her up.

"Care to explain?"

"Come on 'Ro. It's Mystique."

Logan gaped. He didn't quite believe it. She wasn't blue...

"The cure..." A whisper from 'Ro.

Mystique hissed angrily. "Yes... Come to get me while I'm weak?"

Three faces turned to team leader.

"No. We've come to help. You're coming back with us."

"What?"

"What the..?"

Apparently no one believed him.

"The professor gave his orders." He smiled, and turned, carefully jumping out the truck.

They were sat in the medical lab. Scott was on the examination bed, curled into his arms. On the opposite bed lay Mystique, or Raven. She was asleep, and they were keeping an eye on her. She'd get a room later on.

"He left her. She saved him from the cure and he left."

"I hate this cure thing. It sucks, so unnecessary."

"I get why people would have it. No, really. Marie can't touch anyone. I can't see colour, and I have some really bad headaches. Other people have problems with theirs."

"I guess..."

"Now, shhh... I want to sleep."

He grinned and let the kid shift in the arms. But he really hoped Marie came back soon. He missed her.