This is the result of my sleep deprived mind. It is by no means a masterpiece - just something i did in half an hour for fun, to satisfy my inner fangirl (i hide her well).
Warnings: This is a Logan/Scott fluff fic, pure and simple - that means male/male, and if that kind of content offends some people then the back buttons just a click away. There aren't any graphic scenes or anything, just fluff. And lots of it.
Also, there is some swearing on Logan's part.
Yeah, just general out-of-characterness on all parts.
Summary: Logan has a nightmare and his claws make an unwanted appearence. Logan/Scott.
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, this is just something i wrote for fun and i make no profit from it. No copyright infrindgment malarky intended. I own nothing.
I woke up in the middle of the night to Logan's tossing and turning. I was half prepared to go into a mini-rant about sleep and rest and how I would abandon him without a second thought if I didn't get my quota but then I realised it was one of his nightmares.
Shit. I never did quite know what to do when this happened – it was obviously very stressful for Logan and I wanted to shake him awake immediately to ease his sleep but he'd told me over and over not to do that. I think he was scared he'd repeat what happened with Rogue to me, except I wouldn't be able to heal myself. Yeah, full points on telling me what not to do but no instructions whatsoever on what I should do.
I watched him whimper and moan for a second, then surmised I couldn't take it. "Logan," I said firmly, wanting him out of the mental hell he seemed to be experiencing but also remembering we were in a school full of kids trying to sleep.
One night after an especially intense nightmare he had held me close, telling me shakily that he saw Striker in his dreams. It made my blood boil to think of what had been done to Logan in that lab.
"Logan," I called, slightly louder.
Water, rushing into my lungs, pushing down on me. There was a cage, a cage that I couldn't get out of, Striker's face was the only discernable one, the other people there in suits and just as intimidating. I wanted out. I didn't know what was happening, where I was, what was going on... I wanted Scott, where was Scott?! Had they taken him as well?
Someone had a needle in my arm, they were telling me something, their face transformed into something demon like.
My arms thrashed about, trying to get out, trying to escape. They wouldn't let me, I was trapped.
Images of needles, dark faces and fear surrounded me.
I wanted out.
I roared, jolting back into reality. I could feel the cold sweat on my heaving body, the air in my lungs. I was safe, out of the water and away from Striker, with Scott here.
Wait, something was wrong here. There was a strong scent of blood in the air.
I opened my eyes. There was Scott...
"No..."
My claws had come out, and obviously in my dream, thrashing about had equated to waving my arms wildly about in the bed, with Scott next to me.
"No!"
My claws were embedded into Scott's stomach, to the left. It looked mainly like a flesh wound, but all logic was lost in my mind as I saw Scott, the man I loved, impaled on my stupid fucking claws. I quickly retracted them, cursing myself as Scott gently collapsed on the bed, blood slowly seeping through the thin white t shirt he'd worn to bed.
"I didn't mean to," I said, eyes wide, breathless, "No, Scott..."
This was worse than the nightmare. This had been my pet fear ever since we'd started sharing a bed. This was agony, not just for me, but for him as well.
He was obviously in a fair amount of pain so I wasn't that pissed off when he didn't reply, not like I usually was, but that just made me worry even more.
"Logan..." He gasped.
That simple word spurred me into action. I leapt out of bed, whisking Scott up into my arms, bridal style, I ran out of the room, kicking our bedroom door open.
Yes, a little melodramatic I know, I but I felt the situation called for it.
"Help," I ran along the hallway, "Fucking help!" I was blind with panic and guilt. I'd actually stabbed him. The realisation made me sick to my stomach. No, I needed to focus on Scott's stomach now, and the three bleeding wounds there.
I was half running to Jean's bedroom down the hall but something clicked. "Fucking Jean!" I yelled out to her, turning on my heels and running down to where the students slept.
Something had clicked in my mind, finally: There was a girl who healed wounds. A magical girl who I was going to make my new best friend. I'd seen her heal a paper cut once, and was now trying desperately to remember what her name was, therefore where her room was. It was all done alphabetically, and thank god it was otherwise I'd be running round the entire school kicking down every single door until I found this girl.
Ann, her name was Ann. I was in the A's, that was a good sign. I looked frantically along the corridor for a second.
"Logan, it's fine," Scott was mumbling.
"You're obviously delirious from the pain," I growled, "You're fucking bleeding."
"I can manage..." My Scott groaned, from tiredness or pain I couldn't tell.
I looked down at him, my eyes wide and – oh fuck no – filled with what might have been tears. I would lynch anybody who ever spoke about my brief blip on my masculinity, I swear to God. But this wasn't the time.
Students were beginning to blearily poke their heads out from behind doors, whispering and giving me worried and – what was that, was that amusement?! – side ways glances.
"Oh my god, Logan?" A familiar voice sounded. My heart seemed to leap with joy. Maybe she'd know where this magical mutant was, who could heal my Scott, maybe she'd know what to do.
"Rogue," I turned around, desperate.
"Logan, what happened?" She asked, eyes wide and studying Scott's wounds. She lifted up his t shirt slightly to see the extent of the damage. I half wanted to yell at her to stop feeling up my Scott, but I suppressed that urge, not the time, I told myself.
"Get Jean," I said breathlessly. She nodded, obviously worried, and ran off down the corridor. Jean would know what to do, Jean could make this better.
"Wow, what's going on?" The quiet voice of Kitty sounded. There was now quite a crowd forming.
"Kitty... that girl, the girl that can heal shit, Ann, where's her room?" I didn't mean to yell.
"Logan, you're embarrassing me," Scott murmured, "Put me down already."
I was going to do no such thing. His body in my arms was limp and the only thing I feared that was keeping his head up was the way it was resting against the crook of my neck.
"Y-You mean Amy?" Kitty squeaked.
"Yes! Amy, where is she?!"
Kitty pointed at a door two spaces down.
I practically ran through the offending door, to screams of fear and confusion on the other side. "Which one of you is Amy?!" I growled, deathly serious.
"Logan..." Scott whispered, not even having the strength to argue with me anymore.
"I-I am..." A girl who must be Amy whimpered, propping herself up on her elbows, rubbing her sleepy eyes, "What's going on?"
I knew Scott was losing consciousness, that his eyes were closing even though I couldn't see them.
"Move," I growled ferally at her, as she scooted off the bed, so I could rest my precious Scott up against the headboard. Amy scurried away. The gaggle of onlookers was increasing by the minute, poking their heads through the door and insistently asking, "what happened". Can't they fucking see what happened? Scott's...
"Heal him, would you?" I looked pleadingly at the teenage girl who had a picture of absolute confusion on her face.
"Logan..." I heard Scott's voice again, and was overjoyed to hear he was still clinging onto consciousness.
Just then, Jean whirled in. "Logan," Her eyes darted from me to the motionless man propped up on the bed. At that moment, I feared for my own life as I received the speciality Jean Gray Glare. Hell, I deserved it.
"Where's his wound?" Amy asked quietly, scared of me. A desperate and growling wolfman clad in boxer shorts, I'd be scared of me too.
"I stabbed him, I didn't mean to," I whimpered, speaking to Amy, Jean, and to Scott. "Here," I bent over my loved one and practically ripped off his t shirt, pointing to the three ominous stab wounds above his hip.
"Okay," Amy nodded, placing her healing hands over the wounds – doing her thing or stopping the blood flow, I didn't know.
"Is he going to be okay?" Rogue appeared next to me, big eyes filled with tears.
I couldn't answer her then. Oh god, what if he wasn't going to be oka-
Jean put a hand on my shoulder, as if reading my mind, "Everything's going to be fine, Logan. Just make sure you don't apologise too much after, it'll drive him insane." She tried to smile, "How did it happen?"
I craned my neck, trying to see what the girl was doing to my Scott, and not really paying attention to Jean I said, "I was having a nightmare." I said simply, "Scott was trying to wake me up I think but..."
I was cut off by Scott, moaning in pain as Amy worked slowly. His pain, his discomfort seemed to cause me actual pain somehow.
"Sounds familiar," Rogue smirked, trying to take my mind off Scott's pain.
"Yeah," I let out a nervous chuckle, "I kept telling him, you know, if I ever started acting weird in my sleep get the hell away, but did he listen? No. I didn't want to have a repeat, but it's all.." I babbled, my stream of consciousness trailing off as Amy pulled back, looking tentatively towards me.
"He's okay," She clarified when she saw my desperate expression, "He's lost quite a lot of blood, but he's okay, he'll be back to normal in no time," She gave me a grin.
"Thanks," I breathed out, resisting the urge to capture her in a bear hug. I practically flung myself next to Scott, about to speak but he beat me to it.
"You stabbed me," He said weakly, grinning despite all of it, "Bastard..." His voice was barely a whisper, strained, but still Scott, and weighed down with affection.
"I know, I'm sorry," I said hastily, wanting nothing more than to kiss him right now, to make it up to him. "I'm so sorry."
"I know," He said tiredly as I drew him into a delicate but desperate embrace. I was relieved to feel his arms wrap around me with his same strength I'd always admired in him.
As I pulled away, scared that I'd want to do more to him than was suitable for our audience I'd just noticed, he smiled up at me and said, "Just... don't stab me again, it fucking hurt."
"I'm sor-" I started again, needing some closeness I settled on subtly holding Scott's hand.
Jean coughed, "Logan, remember what I said about apologising..." She sounded as if she was holding in a giggle.
I was slightly annoyed when Scott turned his attention to Jean, his beautiful smile was meant for her now. I resisted all urges to pout. "I can't believe you, I just had a dance with Death and you're laughing." He grinned.
Okay, focus all energy on not staring at Scott's lips.
Jean smiled, "Well! I think it's back to bed for all you kids!"
There was a chorus of mumbling and groaning as some of the students filed back into their respective rooms until only a few were left.
"Rogue, you too," Jean smiled at the girl.
Rogue grinned innocently at Logan, "Aww, I was hoping to enjoy the show! Logan looks about ready to shag Scott senseless!" She snorted.
I raised an eyebrow at her, "Language."
Jean looked absolutely mortified. Scott merely blushed, shifting uncomfortably but still not pulling his hand away from my grasp. I could smell the blood rush to his cheeks and realised I had succeeded in embarrassing him totally. My mission in life.
If the kids didn't know about our relationship before, they sure did now. Scott was going to have a permanent blush it looked like.
To distract the now giggling and shocked pupils that were still loitering, Scott turned, still face flushed, to the healer, "Thanks Amy." He said softly.
"Does this mean that we don't have that test tomorrow?" She grinned.
Scott chuckled, "I'm afraid it's still on, I'll be there."
"Oh no you bloody well won't," I said, aghast. Scott was on permanent bed rest in my mind for at least the next week, "You've had a near death experience, you'll be doing no such thing!" I growled.
Scott smiled, "I'm fine," He said gently, again. "What I do need now is sleep though," Scott made a move to get up, but hissed sharply as pain ran through him.
"What's the matter?" I said immediately, again, hating that Scott was in pain, even worse because I was actually the cause.
"You'll be a bit... tender," Amy offered, for lack of a better word, "It will hurt a little, but should ease off with time. But it's like," I could see her scanning her mind for what Charles had told her, "It's like a huge shock to the system, the healing, everything will be oversensitive for a while." She tried to explain.
"How long's a while?" Scott groaned, rubbing the offending area, now devoid of wounds but still healing apparently.
"A few days I think," Amy said sympathetically, "Oh I guess that's goodbye to our maths test then..." She grinned.
Scott shook his head, grinning and trying to move again. I jumped up in an instant, at his side, sliding his arm over my shoulder and acting as a crutch.
"Sorry for disturbing you all," Scott murmured to the small dorm room, who didn't seem to mind at all, gawping at my Scott's bare chest. I mean, who could blame them, but even still. I growled involuntarily. "Thanks again, Amy." He spoke softly.
"Yeah, thanks kid," I said. If this girl hadn't been here... the alternate would be unimaginable.
"Do you need any help?" Jean asked, walking over to Scott's other side and carefully lifting his arm over her shoulder.
"Thanks," Scott hissed in pain as his arm moved, his grip on me tightening ever so slightly. As much as I liked Jean, and as much as I liked her helping I didn't like her touching my Scott somehow. I usually had no problem with Scott's attention on someone else, my skin didn't usually crawl when people looked at him or touched him, but it was really starting to bug me. It had been a hard night, was my only excuse.
We carefully manoeuvred Scott out of the small dorm room and back into the corridor, where a large amount of students were still out there. Bobby included.
He ran up to Rogue, who'd followed us out closely, and was still walking with us, "Rogue, what happened?" He asked, eyes wide with concern as he looked Scott up and down, took in his now ripped t shirt hanging off him, stained with blood, but could spot no wounds.
Rogue fell behind us so she could talk to him, "You know what happened that first night I got here?" She said, in full gossip-mode, "Well there's been a repeat – Logan was having a nightmare and Professor Summers tried to wake him up, and Logan accidentally stabbed him, then brought him here, so Amy could heal him. You know Amy, right?"
"Yeah," Bobby nodded, then his face turned to one of confusion, "What was Scott doing in Logan's bedroom?"
I couldn't hold in a chuckle as Scott blushed again. He was so bloody adorable sometimes, my Scott.
"I thought you two hated each other?" Bobby continued, innocent as ever, walking up beside us as we moved slowly through the dark corridors.
"Well at least some people still might not know," Scott concluded bitterly, but I could tell he wasn't really that worked up about it, "I can't believe you carried me through the entire school," His irresistible lips turning upwards into one of his slow grins.
"You were dying," I pointed out playfully.
"I would have managed," Scott mumbled.
"No, you wouldn't have," Both me and Jean said, then chuckled.
"I thought you knew!" Rogue was whispering to Bobby, "How did you not know?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I said over my shoulder to them.
"Well," Rogue started, "You two just have a special way with each other..."
"That's enough," Scott said, clearly uncomfortable. We rounded a corner and there was our corridor, and saw the shattered remains of our bedroom door. Opps.
"You... kicked the door down?" Jean said slowly, thank god she was seeing the funny side of this otherwise I'd be in serious trouble.
"He was dying," Was my only excuse.
"I was not dying," Scott hastily insisted, "You were just overreacting."
"You know," Jean grinned at her ex, "You're attempts to protect your male ego went out the window a long time ago. I wouldn't worry about covering up this blip."
"And plus you can't tell me you never hear them at night," Rogue was still babbling away, "Or in the mornings. Or any time of the day for that matter."
"Hey!" Scott yelped. I merely smirked as we walked him through the door and gently laid him down on the bed. I was extra careful, so as to not provoke any more pain. I think I'd done enough that night. The white sheets were stained with Scott's blood still, a reminder of what I'd done. In fear of taking the angst too far, I looked back to Scott, my beacon of hope in this dark and confused sea (and before you ask, yes, near death experiences do warrant frankly lame metaphors).
"Well, I have a class in..." She squinted at Scott's beside clock, "Three hours. I'm going to catch some sleep," She grinned at Scott before bending down and giving him a careful hug, "I'm so glad you're okay."
I had to suppress a growl. I looked away, catching Rogue's all too knowing look while Bobby was still reeling at the realisation of our relationship.
"Goodnight then," I raised my eyebrows at the kids, "You have class first thing tomorrow too."
Rogue pouted but complied. Soon it was just me and Scott left in the room, just the way I liked it... but something made me worry.
"I think I'm going to find a spare room tonight," I mumbled, not meeting Scott's ruby shielded gaze.
"Logan, that's stupid," Scott moaned in discomfort as he tried to get the ripped remains of his t shirt off him without moving the painful areas too much. I walked over and helped him gently, discarding the ruined shirt.
"I just think it would be better this way," I forced a small smile for his benefit as I grabbed some jeans and a t shirt to change into tomorrow morning rather than repeating the last few hours and wondering around the corridors in nothing but my boxer shorts. Didn't really bother me, but I really don't want to be on the receiving end of another of Jean's death glares.
Not being with Scott was the last thing I could ever want to do, especially after hurting him like that. Whenever he was upset or hurt, I'd simply take pleasure in holding him, until things were better, but that apparently wasn't an option after my claws decided to mess things up.
"Well I don't," Scott said quietly. I could tell I'd hurt his feelings slightly by voicing the separate bed idea, but this was better. Really.
"I just don't want to-"
"Logan. Now I know to back off when you have a nightmare, and even if by some fluke it does happen again, you can just bring Amy here and it'll be fine," Scott smiled openly up at me, completely unafraid. I loved that about him.
I hovered on our broken doorframe, not needing much more convincing. "Well okay," I said, sounding scarily like a little child, "But only if you promise you won't go to your class tomorrow, or any of them this week."
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Scott grinned, "Education comes first, you know."
"Scott..."
"Hey, my bed's like 5 minutes away from class, if I start to feel bad I'll just cancel class, it's fine," He ran a hand through his hair, yawning. "Now are you coming to bed?"
"How can I say no?" I grinned, practically bounding back to the bed and pulling the heavenly duvet up over as and wrapping my arms round the even heavenlier Scott.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered into his silky hair, then realised he'd already been whisked away by sleep, breathing softly.
I guess being stabbed really takes it out of you.
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