Fic: The Good Guy (6/?)
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serafina20Title: The Good Guy (5/?)
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serafina20
Pairing: Scott/Logan
Rating: Mature (it starts out more teen, but it will get steamier)
Summary: Jean told Logan what girls to with a good guy. What's Logan going to do with him now that she's gone?
Spoilers: X2
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
"Logan, I need to get out of here."
Logan rolled out from under the car. Scott stood over him, legs on either side of Logan's hips, staring down at him. Even with the glasses masking his eyes, he was clearly desperate. His body was one taut line, fists clenched, jaw muscles twitching from tension.
"Yeah, sure." Logan put his wrench in the tool box and rose. "Where you want to go?"
"Anywhere. Just… away."
He reached into his pocket for his keys. At the same time, he reached for Scott. Took him by the arm and pulled him into a one-armed embrace. "Wanna talk?"
Scott buried his face in Logan's neck. His fingers clutched and held. "Not here."
"Okay." He lightly nipped Scott's ear and held Scott closer. The neck was a prime spot for scent, although, right now, Logan didn't exactly need to smell the kid to know he was anxious and upset. Still. It was good to smell the anxiety as opposed to depression, and definitely a relief to know he wasn't injured.
He sniffed again, right behind Scott's ear, then released him. "We'll take your bike." He expected an argument. Wanted one. Wanted Scott to fight to drive, to take control.
But he didn't. He climbed onto the bike behind Logan, helmet on, arms wrapped tight around his waist. All without a word.
Crap.
Times like these called for open spaces. Nature. Animals, not people.
The coast seemed best. Scott didn't make a sound the drive out, even when Logan took a couple of curves in the road a little recklessly. Not Logan's opinion, of course, but he was trying to think like Scott, needing to get a rise out of him.
It was a cold, foggy, overcast day. The beach was deserted. Scott didn't seem to notice the cold or the mist. He jumped off the bike the moment it stopped. Strode across the damp sand. His shoes sank and he was awkward and uneven as he moved. Strange to see the normally graceful field leader off balance.
Not that anything was normal lately.
Logan followed. Never much one for words, he figured that saying nothing would be best here. He didn't know what was wrong, 'sides maybe the usual. It could be another Jean thing. Another period of being overwhelmed. Or maybe it was something completely different. He didn't know and didn't feel like guessing. All he could do was follow Scott and hoped he was doing what the kid needed.
Patience was never a word used to describe him. He didn't even have the patience to hunt the right way. Always managed to barrel ahead and get what he wanted without having to wait too long for it. Never wanted to play by the rules of someone else's game. Hell, never even bothered to make up his own rules. Just... did it.
But this... Scott. He was different. Everything was different, from the moment Logan had sat at that bar in the middle of nowhere and seen Rogue. Seen her, nothing but a little girl in a place like that. Tried to ignore the way she looked, the way she smelled. The way she sparked something in her mind, something from Before. Something soft and small that clung to him with tiny arms that wouldn't let go.
And then Scott and Jean. The twin pillars of desire that taunted him, even after he'd gone. Wouldn't let him go...
Like a trapped animal. Trapped or tamed. He didn't much like the image of himself in a cage. Didn't feel much like he was in a cage, either. Just content to stay around a bit.
Maybe longer than a bit.
Scott bent over and picked up a rock. He tossed it in his hand a couple times. Then, he threw it out at the ocean, skimming across the top of the water until it disappeared, eaten by a wave.
"Did you know the professor's gay?" he asked. He was still looking at the ocean.
He thought a moment. Shrugged. "Never much thought about it. Is he?"
"Yeah. Or something. Said he and Magneto were together."
"Sleeping with the enemy."
"They used to be friends. They've known each other forever."
Logan shrugged. "Well. I guess that sorta explains things." They did have a sort of... undercurrent around each other. And Magneto when he talked about the professor. Wasn't as surprising as all that.
Scott picked up another rock. This one he didn't bother skimming. He threw. Far. With anger. "I told him about us."
"Did you?"
"Well. He sort of knew. But I confirmed it."
Logan stepped closer to Scott. "I'm fine with that. I don't need this to be a secret."
"You haven't told the kids, have you?" he asked anxiously, stepping closer to Logan.
"No, of course not. "
"You won't?"
"You see me talking with them most days?"
He rubbed his face. "I know, I just.... Don't."
"Look, they don't need to know until you're ready to have them know." He cocked his head. "It bother you? The professor?"
Scott nodded. Smelled like guilt. "It bothers me. To think of him. Like that. I don't... My only experience, outside of you, are the men who.... You know."
No.
"You saying what I think you're saying?" Logan asked, stepping forward. Growl in his throat, claws out without a thought. Hands gripping Scott's shoulders tight enough to bring a wince.
"Logan, please." Whisper. Pain.
He forced his hands to relax. Not bruise. Not hurt. Couldn't pull them away.
It was enough. Scott relaxed, stopped looking scared. Stop hurting.
"I needed money as a kid," he whispered, forcing the words out. "Needed food. Shelter. Men... liked that I looked so young. Took me in." He licked his lips. "I've never thought about being gay. Never thought about people I know being gay. Never much cared or anything. It didn't touch me. But now.... it's hard to separate it, you know? What happened with those men, and what's happening now."
"I'd never..."
"I know."
"The professor..."
"I know." So upset. So angry.
Logan forced himself to sheathe his claws. It wasn't easy to do. His emotions were running so high, he was so much on the defensive, that, if anyone walked up on them now, he couldn't swear he wouldn't attack. Out of instinct. Out of the need to protect Scott from something that had happened so long ago.
"Are you afraid I would hurt you?"
"No. No, you're my teammate. I trust you. I do."
So, why the pain? The guilt? "Are you afraid you'll be like them?"
Scott shook his head. "No. I don't feel like that for... for kids. I'm not... I just... Am having problems. With all this." He stepped into Logan and fisted his shirt. "I want you. There's no doubt in my mind about that. I think about you. I imagine what you'd look like." His hand released Logan's shirt. Slowly, it moved down, then slipped underneath. Stroking skin.
He couldn't help the noise that escaped his throat.
A small smile bent the full lips. Scott's cheeks colored pink. He continued to stroke, higher. Fingers twisted and combed the hair that covered Logan's chest.
He growled. Tightened his hands. "Scott..."
Then Scott was on him. Arms tight in his hair, fisting. Mouth open. Hot. Demanding.
Misery radiating off him in waves. Not passion. Not desire. Not much. Some.
Logan didn't know what to do. He grasped Scott around the waist, holding him close. Opened his mouth and took Scott's questing tongue. Demanding tongue. Scott's teeth bit at his lips. His blunt nails scratched at Logan's neck. He was making soft, breathy sounds in his throat, but they sounded pained. His body wound tighter and tighter until Logan feared if he held too tightly, Scott would shatter.
Suddenly, Scott ripped his mouth away from Logan. "Fuck!" he screamed. He shoved Logan away. Stumbled back. "Damn it!"
"Scott..."
Scott wasn't listening. He rushed forward a few steps, grabbing up another rock. "I'm so fucking sick of all this!" He threw the rock in to the water. Snatched up another. Threw again.
Logan moved closer to Scott, not sure what to do. He'd been waiting for some kind of snap like this. Until now, he'd only been sad. Sad, depressed, down. Not angry. He should be angry.
He could deal with anger. Anger was like a second skin for Wolverine.
He stepped into Scott. "Hey, kid." He put his hand on Scott's shoulder.
As he expected, Scott whirled, on the offensive. His hand lashed out, throwing a punch at Logan's face.
Logan blocked. Launched into his own attack.
He'd never gotten a chance to spar with Cyclops before. They hadn't had time to train together before the Liberty Island disaster. And Scott hadn't been anywhere near the Danger Room since Jean's death. He'd seen the kid fight, of course, but that was mostly using his powers. Not hand to hand. Not like this.
Kid was good. Logan would give him that. He never held back on a punch, ever kick was aimed true, and his blocks were almost as painful as a blow. And he was fast. Slim and taut, he moved like a blur, dancing around Wolverine with a grace he could never emulate.
Not that he was doing too bad himself. He was a fighter, after all. Won every fight up in Canada in the cages. Some even fairly, too.
Never against another mutant, though. Strange. You'd think that there'd be at least one another making the rounds up north. Never came across one.
He liked this. Like fighting without the danger. Without the crowds or the killing or the tension of needing to save lives. Of fighting for energy's sake, to get it out, to purge.
To heal.
He didn't know how long they went at it. His heart pounded. Sweat stung his eyes. He didn't care. Logan just concentrated on keeping his claws in and his attacks fast. He tire the kid out, not hurt him.
And then, it became obvious that he was tired out. Logan swung, backhand.
Scott missed the block.
His fist connected, throwing Scott off his feet, into the water. His glasses flew off and disappeared underneath a wave.
"Crap. You okay, kid?" Logan bent down to help Scott up.
Scott yanked away. He fumbled and fell into the water, soaking himself. His eyes were squeezed tightly. "I'm fine." A wave hit him. He coughed. "Where are my glasses?" Still coughing, he pulled himself to all fours and crawled back to dry land.
Logan crashed into the water, fishing for the glasses. They were lying on the bottom, washing gently back and forth. "Here."
Scott had his legs pulled to his body, face pressed into his knees. He was shivering in the cold wind, his hair hanging in hanks.
"Scott." Logan knelt in front of the kid and lifted his head with one hand. With the other, he slid the glasses back in place.
Scott's chin was trembling. "I'm sorry," he whispered as it started to rain, pouring down on them.
"Don't worry about it." Logan wiped a raindrop from the tip of Scott's nose. "I should probably be the one apologizing. That's gonna bruise good."
"It's fine. I fucked up. I missed blocking. It's life."
"Didn't know Boy Scout's swore."
That brought the glimmer of a smile to Scott's face, quickly chased away.
"What?" Logan asked, following another drop as it rolled down Scott's pale face.
He sniffed, chin trembling harder. "I'm just so fucked up, you know? I can't even... I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."
Logan sighed. "I could... would it be easier on you if I just left? Let you get over Jean's death without me confusing the issue?"
"We need you, Logan."
"Fuck the team, Scott! I'm so sick of hearing that the team needs me. That the world needs me. I want to know..." No. He didn't. "If I'm going to screw you up, then I need to go."
Scott shifted onto his knees. "Please don't go," he whispered. His put his arms around Logan's neck and kissed him. "I need you," he breathed into Logan's mouth. "I need you so much. I need you, please. Don't leave me."
Logan was never helpless. Never. And yet, right now, he wasn't able to do what he knew was the right thing. He should stand up. Get on Scott's bike and drive away. Get out of New York, hell, get out of the States. Forget the X-Men, forget Scott and his mouth and his pretty face. And his body, the way it clung to his own. The way his hands clutched and pulled and knew where to go on Logan's body.
Never helpless. And yet, he allowed himself be pulled down. Let himself get lost in gentle touches, questing hands. Wet sand and wetter kisses. Skin that pimpled as he stroked up too skinny sides. Muscles that shifted and bunched. Legs that hooked around him, grinding against him. Hard, so hard. Need. Want. Fire all through him, consuming.
Scott shivered violently. Not from passion.
Logan pulled away. "We should get you out of the rain."
"I'm fine." Scott's face was flushed. His shirt was long gone, and his skin was a strange whey gray, dark red marks from Logan's mouth standing brightly against it. "I'm fine, Logan, please." He arched under Logan, mouth swollen and bruised.
He sneezed.
"Oh, yeah, you're great." He pushed himself off Scott, but Scott grabbed and held tight.
"You're warm."
"Babe..."
"I can't go back. Not yet." He held tightly, face buried in Logan's chest. "Please."
He sighed. "Fine." Logan kissed Scott again, sucking on his lower lip. God, the kid tasted sweet. "There's a motel about a mile from here. We'll go there."
"For how long?" Scott asked, sounding wistful.
"As long as you need." He bent over and bit Scott's ear.
Scott moaned and squirmed against Logan. His hot tongue rasped over Logan's neck.
"As long as we need," Logan amended. Then, as Scott squirmed against him again, he tore himself away, not wanting to embarrass either of them. "Come on," he said gruffly. "Let's go."
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serafina20Pairing: Scott/Logan
Rating: Mature (it starts out more teen, but it will get steamier)
Summary: Jean told Logan what girls to with a good guy. What's Logan going to do with him now that she's gone?
Spoilers: X2
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
"Logan, I need to get out of here."
Logan rolled out from under the car. Scott stood over him, legs on either side of Logan's hips, staring down at him. Even with the glasses masking his eyes, he was clearly desperate. His body was one taut line, fists clenched, jaw muscles twitching from tension.
"Yeah, sure." Logan put his wrench in the tool box and rose. "Where you want to go?"
"Anywhere. Just… away."
He reached into his pocket for his keys. At the same time, he reached for Scott. Took him by the arm and pulled him into a one-armed embrace. "Wanna talk?"
Scott buried his face in Logan's neck. His fingers clutched and held. "Not here."
"Okay." He lightly nipped Scott's ear and held Scott closer. The neck was a prime spot for scent, although, right now, Logan didn't exactly need to smell the kid to know he was anxious and upset. Still. It was good to smell the anxiety as opposed to depression, and definitely a relief to know he wasn't injured.
He sniffed again, right behind Scott's ear, then released him. "We'll take your bike." He expected an argument. Wanted one. Wanted Scott to fight to drive, to take control.
But he didn't. He climbed onto the bike behind Logan, helmet on, arms wrapped tight around his waist. All without a word.
Crap.
Times like these called for open spaces. Nature. Animals, not people.
The coast seemed best. Scott didn't make a sound the drive out, even when Logan took a couple of curves in the road a little recklessly. Not Logan's opinion, of course, but he was trying to think like Scott, needing to get a rise out of him.
It was a cold, foggy, overcast day. The beach was deserted. Scott didn't seem to notice the cold or the mist. He jumped off the bike the moment it stopped. Strode across the damp sand. His shoes sank and he was awkward and uneven as he moved. Strange to see the normally graceful field leader off balance.
Not that anything was normal lately.
Logan followed. Never much one for words, he figured that saying nothing would be best here. He didn't know what was wrong, 'sides maybe the usual. It could be another Jean thing. Another period of being overwhelmed. Or maybe it was something completely different. He didn't know and didn't feel like guessing. All he could do was follow Scott and hoped he was doing what the kid needed.
Patience was never a word used to describe him. He didn't even have the patience to hunt the right way. Always managed to barrel ahead and get what he wanted without having to wait too long for it. Never wanted to play by the rules of someone else's game. Hell, never even bothered to make up his own rules. Just... did it.
But this... Scott. He was different. Everything was different, from the moment Logan had sat at that bar in the middle of nowhere and seen Rogue. Seen her, nothing but a little girl in a place like that. Tried to ignore the way she looked, the way she smelled. The way she sparked something in her mind, something from Before. Something soft and small that clung to him with tiny arms that wouldn't let go.
And then Scott and Jean. The twin pillars of desire that taunted him, even after he'd gone. Wouldn't let him go...
Like a trapped animal. Trapped or tamed. He didn't much like the image of himself in a cage. Didn't feel much like he was in a cage, either. Just content to stay around a bit.
Maybe longer than a bit.
Scott bent over and picked up a rock. He tossed it in his hand a couple times. Then, he threw it out at the ocean, skimming across the top of the water until it disappeared, eaten by a wave.
"Did you know the professor's gay?" he asked. He was still looking at the ocean.
He thought a moment. Shrugged. "Never much thought about it. Is he?"
"Yeah. Or something. Said he and Magneto were together."
"Sleeping with the enemy."
"They used to be friends. They've known each other forever."
Logan shrugged. "Well. I guess that sorta explains things." They did have a sort of... undercurrent around each other. And Magneto when he talked about the professor. Wasn't as surprising as all that.
Scott picked up another rock. This one he didn't bother skimming. He threw. Far. With anger. "I told him about us."
"Did you?"
"Well. He sort of knew. But I confirmed it."
Logan stepped closer to Scott. "I'm fine with that. I don't need this to be a secret."
"You haven't told the kids, have you?" he asked anxiously, stepping closer to Logan.
"No, of course not. "
"You won't?"
"You see me talking with them most days?"
He rubbed his face. "I know, I just.... Don't."
"Look, they don't need to know until you're ready to have them know." He cocked his head. "It bother you? The professor?"
Scott nodded. Smelled like guilt. "It bothers me. To think of him. Like that. I don't... My only experience, outside of you, are the men who.... You know."
No.
"You saying what I think you're saying?" Logan asked, stepping forward. Growl in his throat, claws out without a thought. Hands gripping Scott's shoulders tight enough to bring a wince.
"Logan, please." Whisper. Pain.
He forced his hands to relax. Not bruise. Not hurt. Couldn't pull them away.
It was enough. Scott relaxed, stopped looking scared. Stop hurting.
"I needed money as a kid," he whispered, forcing the words out. "Needed food. Shelter. Men... liked that I looked so young. Took me in." He licked his lips. "I've never thought about being gay. Never thought about people I know being gay. Never much cared or anything. It didn't touch me. But now.... it's hard to separate it, you know? What happened with those men, and what's happening now."
"I'd never..."
"I know."
"The professor..."
"I know." So upset. So angry.
Logan forced himself to sheathe his claws. It wasn't easy to do. His emotions were running so high, he was so much on the defensive, that, if anyone walked up on them now, he couldn't swear he wouldn't attack. Out of instinct. Out of the need to protect Scott from something that had happened so long ago.
"Are you afraid I would hurt you?"
"No. No, you're my teammate. I trust you. I do."
So, why the pain? The guilt? "Are you afraid you'll be like them?"
Scott shook his head. "No. I don't feel like that for... for kids. I'm not... I just... Am having problems. With all this." He stepped into Logan and fisted his shirt. "I want you. There's no doubt in my mind about that. I think about you. I imagine what you'd look like." His hand released Logan's shirt. Slowly, it moved down, then slipped underneath. Stroking skin.
He couldn't help the noise that escaped his throat.
A small smile bent the full lips. Scott's cheeks colored pink. He continued to stroke, higher. Fingers twisted and combed the hair that covered Logan's chest.
He growled. Tightened his hands. "Scott..."
Then Scott was on him. Arms tight in his hair, fisting. Mouth open. Hot. Demanding.
Misery radiating off him in waves. Not passion. Not desire. Not much. Some.
Logan didn't know what to do. He grasped Scott around the waist, holding him close. Opened his mouth and took Scott's questing tongue. Demanding tongue. Scott's teeth bit at his lips. His blunt nails scratched at Logan's neck. He was making soft, breathy sounds in his throat, but they sounded pained. His body wound tighter and tighter until Logan feared if he held too tightly, Scott would shatter.
Suddenly, Scott ripped his mouth away from Logan. "Fuck!" he screamed. He shoved Logan away. Stumbled back. "Damn it!"
"Scott..."
Scott wasn't listening. He rushed forward a few steps, grabbing up another rock. "I'm so fucking sick of all this!" He threw the rock in to the water. Snatched up another. Threw again.
Logan moved closer to Scott, not sure what to do. He'd been waiting for some kind of snap like this. Until now, he'd only been sad. Sad, depressed, down. Not angry. He should be angry.
He could deal with anger. Anger was like a second skin for Wolverine.
He stepped into Scott. "Hey, kid." He put his hand on Scott's shoulder.
As he expected, Scott whirled, on the offensive. His hand lashed out, throwing a punch at Logan's face.
Logan blocked. Launched into his own attack.
He'd never gotten a chance to spar with Cyclops before. They hadn't had time to train together before the Liberty Island disaster. And Scott hadn't been anywhere near the Danger Room since Jean's death. He'd seen the kid fight, of course, but that was mostly using his powers. Not hand to hand. Not like this.
Kid was good. Logan would give him that. He never held back on a punch, ever kick was aimed true, and his blocks were almost as painful as a blow. And he was fast. Slim and taut, he moved like a blur, dancing around Wolverine with a grace he could never emulate.
Not that he was doing too bad himself. He was a fighter, after all. Won every fight up in Canada in the cages. Some even fairly, too.
Never against another mutant, though. Strange. You'd think that there'd be at least one another making the rounds up north. Never came across one.
He liked this. Like fighting without the danger. Without the crowds or the killing or the tension of needing to save lives. Of fighting for energy's sake, to get it out, to purge.
To heal.
He didn't know how long they went at it. His heart pounded. Sweat stung his eyes. He didn't care. Logan just concentrated on keeping his claws in and his attacks fast. He tire the kid out, not hurt him.
And then, it became obvious that he was tired out. Logan swung, backhand.
Scott missed the block.
His fist connected, throwing Scott off his feet, into the water. His glasses flew off and disappeared underneath a wave.
"Crap. You okay, kid?" Logan bent down to help Scott up.
Scott yanked away. He fumbled and fell into the water, soaking himself. His eyes were squeezed tightly. "I'm fine." A wave hit him. He coughed. "Where are my glasses?" Still coughing, he pulled himself to all fours and crawled back to dry land.
Logan crashed into the water, fishing for the glasses. They were lying on the bottom, washing gently back and forth. "Here."
Scott had his legs pulled to his body, face pressed into his knees. He was shivering in the cold wind, his hair hanging in hanks.
"Scott." Logan knelt in front of the kid and lifted his head with one hand. With the other, he slid the glasses back in place.
Scott's chin was trembling. "I'm sorry," he whispered as it started to rain, pouring down on them.
"Don't worry about it." Logan wiped a raindrop from the tip of Scott's nose. "I should probably be the one apologizing. That's gonna bruise good."
"It's fine. I fucked up. I missed blocking. It's life."
"Didn't know Boy Scout's swore."
That brought the glimmer of a smile to Scott's face, quickly chased away.
"What?" Logan asked, following another drop as it rolled down Scott's pale face.
He sniffed, chin trembling harder. "I'm just so fucked up, you know? I can't even... I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."
Logan sighed. "I could... would it be easier on you if I just left? Let you get over Jean's death without me confusing the issue?"
"We need you, Logan."
"Fuck the team, Scott! I'm so sick of hearing that the team needs me. That the world needs me. I want to know..." No. He didn't. "If I'm going to screw you up, then I need to go."
Scott shifted onto his knees. "Please don't go," he whispered. His put his arms around Logan's neck and kissed him. "I need you," he breathed into Logan's mouth. "I need you so much. I need you, please. Don't leave me."
Logan was never helpless. Never. And yet, right now, he wasn't able to do what he knew was the right thing. He should stand up. Get on Scott's bike and drive away. Get out of New York, hell, get out of the States. Forget the X-Men, forget Scott and his mouth and his pretty face. And his body, the way it clung to his own. The way his hands clutched and pulled and knew where to go on Logan's body.
Never helpless. And yet, he allowed himself be pulled down. Let himself get lost in gentle touches, questing hands. Wet sand and wetter kisses. Skin that pimpled as he stroked up too skinny sides. Muscles that shifted and bunched. Legs that hooked around him, grinding against him. Hard, so hard. Need. Want. Fire all through him, consuming.
Scott shivered violently. Not from passion.
Logan pulled away. "We should get you out of the rain."
"I'm fine." Scott's face was flushed. His shirt was long gone, and his skin was a strange whey gray, dark red marks from Logan's mouth standing brightly against it. "I'm fine, Logan, please." He arched under Logan, mouth swollen and bruised.
He sneezed.
"Oh, yeah, you're great." He pushed himself off Scott, but Scott grabbed and held tight.
"You're warm."
"Babe..."
"I can't go back. Not yet." He held tightly, face buried in Logan's chest. "Please."
He sighed. "Fine." Logan kissed Scott again, sucking on his lower lip. God, the kid tasted sweet. "There's a motel about a mile from here. We'll go there."
"For how long?" Scott asked, sounding wistful.
"As long as you need." He bent over and bit Scott's ear.
Scott moaned and squirmed against Logan. His hot tongue rasped over Logan's neck.
"As long as we need," Logan amended. Then, as Scott squirmed against him again, he tore himself away, not wanting to embarrass either of them. "Come on," he said gruffly. "Let's go."
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Date: 2006-06-26 06:47 am (UTC)I love how you're dealing with all of Scott's problems. Logan is very much in character by running on pure instinct and emotion. This just gets better, even though it's already great with each new section.
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Date: 2006-06-26 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-27 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-26 02:58 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing hon.
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Date: 2006-06-26 03:58 pm (UTC)And the motel scene will come soon.... I hope. :)
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Date: 2006-06-26 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-27 05:29 am (UTC)The motel seems promising:)*yay*
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Date: 2006-06-27 11:24 pm (UTC)Some mistakes were found, but nothing radical (though, this is the first time I'm being extra wordy about noted mistakes -- sorry if this is unwanted...!).
The way she sparked something in her mind, something from Before.
And Magneto when he talked about the professor. (I wasn't quite sure about this -- was something supposed to go in between "Magneto" and "when"? It feels like something is missing, but that could just be me.)
It was enough. Scott relaxed, stopped looking scared. Stop hurting. (Again, might just be me. But when I read (and reread) over the line, it just gets thrown off by the "stop." I see it probably flowing better with it being "stopped" -- to match the usage in the previous sentence before it.)
Then Scott was on him. Arms tight in his hair, fisting. Mouth open. Hot. Demanding.
He never held back on a punch, ever kick was aimed true, and his blocks were almost as painful as a blow.
He tire the kid out, not hurt him.
I'll make the next comment filled with stuff other than mistakes (sorry they ended up taking up so much this time).
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Date: 2006-06-27 11:56 pm (UTC)I'm so happy you updated! I'll be honest that I've been shamelessly checking your journal page everyday for updates on this story -- it's so good and written so wonderfully that I can't get enough of it and I'm always in the mood to find that you've made another entry on it. Not to mention, you have a very distinct, flowing (emotional) writing that I love to read in writers because it's just so easy to get caught up and carried away within it.
But anyway, enough of being general, time to blabber about the actual chapter.
I was glad to see that Logan knew how to handle Scott in the beginning, how just by sensing his mood and noticing his actions, that he was able to know of a setting that would have a more positive(?) effect on how Scott was feeling. Also, that Logan was caring (in that Logan sorta way)...it's cute to see him worry and be concerned about Scott. His patience is surprising, but definitely endearing.
I enjoyed how you portrayed Scott this chapter (like always, though). How much of an emotional wreck he is -- how he can't quite cope still and is basically beating himself over it when he has no real reason to. Small stuff with the surroundings made me smile, too; Scott walking on the sand unevenly (like anyone can anyway!) and the comment of seeing him off balance. Then things like his speed and gracefulness [when fighting hand-to-hand] -- it was...I dunno, just had a real Scott feeling to it. That he holds a certain fluid composure in the things he does.
The bringing up of the professor was another that was touched upon and I liked -- how it lead to Scott's past and other [confused] feelings. How he knows that Logan is different from the men in his past (I definitely enjoyed when Logan's claws came out at that telling -- how he was being so protective over him...aw!) and that's not quite what's wrong...that he knows what he wants from Logan (and blatantly comes on and shows it), but just can't completely go through with it at the moment.
I enjoyed their little fight (a bit too much, I think) and definitely flinched when I read Logan's hit got through, because, yeah...ouch. Scott got a bit of whallop and his personality went from 0 to 80 in under three. He keeps breaking down and it's so sad to read (then Scott apologizes...ah!). What a melancholic mood, then of course, the rain comes...
I even felt for Logan, especially during his declaration to Scott, then when he has inner turmoil about leaving Scott because it may be for the best. My heart crumbled when Scott went into desperate banter about it. I really do hope Logan stays with Scott and helps him get through his problems, by his side.
Also, thumbs up on the ultimately cute scene with Scott and the sneeze. What timing! I love it. Then Logan's amended statement at the end, ha! This very much is his battle as well as Scott's (though, their battles may not be entirely on the same grounds...).
Sorry for such the long ramble, but yeah, I immensely enjoy this story. :)
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Date: 2006-06-28 07:31 pm (UTC)/He forced his hands to relax. Not bruise. Not hurt. Couldn't pull them away./
The whole story is wonderful but this line was the best. It leaves nothing to be said.
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Date: 2006-06-29 02:53 am (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Thank you so much for the feedback. :)
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Date: 2006-07-25 01:21 pm (UTC)I think one of the saddest moments was hearing about the limitations surrounding Scott's power; I'm not an X-men buff, so I didn't know all the nuances to the characters and their powers. Part of me had thought it might be matter of mastering it, gaining more power. The fact that the reason he can't control his power, can't be without the glasses, is damage from something in his past seems so very sorrowful, to be so isolated from every else's perception of the world, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was something, a correction, that could be done.
Wonderful piece, I hope you continue.(Don't worry about X3, just label this baby an AUpast X2, and go for it)
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Date: 2006-08-10 05:13 am (UTC)MORE MORE MORE!
Please.
Saklani