X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Given Winter ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Navi99 
Scott reflects while waiting for the errant Wolverine.
Non Anime: X-Men Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.10.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 751 | Status: Work In Progress
Scott reflects while waiting for the errant Wolverine.
Non Anime: X-Men Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.10.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 751 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. No profit is being made.
A/N: Of all the genres I thought I’d be writing about next, X-men didn’t even make it into the top 100, yet here you have it ^_^’ Nothing much to say about the story, just that it may be a while before I get the opportunity to update again. Oh, and the title may change, it’s very tentative at this point. Not sure where it came from, actually. Ah! Also, the rating is for future chapters . . . I think. ^_^
Chapter 1: A Fight It Is
Scott leaned back, settling himself more comfortably against the wood behind him and closed his eyes, breathing deeply of the cold, stark morning air.
It’s absolutely beautiful up here, he thought languidly. Everything was perfectly calm. It was almost as though the world did not exist. Here, there were no such thing as mutants, or wars- or death. The X-men leader swallowed hard, but made no attempt to check his thoughts. If he fought the pain, or denied it, that would only make it greater. Logan had taught him that. A very hard-learned lesson, he remembered ruefully.
It had been nearly two years. Almost 730 days since Jean had been torn from all their lives. And Scott had been utterly broken. Morally he had hit rock bottom, spiritually his soul had been in shreds and there had seemed to be no parts of his heart left big enough to piece together again.
Logan had left of course, he’d been hurting too, though at the time Scott couldn’t have cared less. At the time he’d seen only his own grief, hadn’t cared about his students or his team members. Even the professor had been unable to break through to him.
Somehow Xavier had managed to contact Wolverine. Cyclops still wasn’t sure how the professor had managed to drag him back, but drag him back he had.
Scott smiled, remembering the day Logan had come stomping back into their lives, still wounded and hurting and pissed at the world.
It was Storm’s idea (probably because she’d been sick of putting up with their bouts of yelling and fighting) that they take off for the cabin in the high mountains that was owned by the school. They’d used it occasionally on fieldtrips. She’d thrown them both out and told them not to come back until they were ready to at least assume a semblance appropriate for a school. It must have been incredibly hard for her to that. She’d wanted to help, Scott knew, but she’d realized, after having been spurned several times, that there was nothing she could do. Running the school, essentially on her own, must have been stressful, but Scott could understand that he and Logan had been utter messes (though he more so than Logan) and he could not remain in the school when he snapped at anyone trying to lend a hand.
So both men had very reluctantly set out for the cabin, which really was situated out in the middle of nowhere. They’d argued even before they were out of the school gates and managed to get into a fist fight in a crowded restaurant, had gotten thrown out and spent the night in jail. And that had been just the first day.
A slow smile spread over Cyclops’ face at the memory. He hadn’t realized until much later that the eccentricity of that day, and the ones that followed, had effectively distracted him from his grief and after some months he’d been able to smile again without feeling guilty. It had been very hard going at first, but eventually he and Logan had settled into an accord where they mostly stayed out of each other’s way.
Until Scott began to stay out all night in the frigid cold. He wondered even now if he’d been hoping to die out there, to simply lie down in all that pristine white and never wake again. But Logan hadn’t allowed it. He’d gone out and dragged Scott back every single time, until the only thing to do was talk about the one thing they had in common - grief. Strangely enough, Logan worrying about Scott had seemed to ease his own misery and when Scott had deigned to return the favor, he’d found it did the same for him.
Wonder what he’s been doing? he mused idly. It had already been a year since they’d last seen each other. After several hectic, heart-wrenching months at the cabin, Scott had decided to return to the school, while Logan had opted instead to set off on his own again. In all that time the professor had mentioned speaking to Wolverine once, and Scott had to admit that it grated on his nerves just the tiniest bit that Logan had never bothered to contact him.
And now suddenly, out of the blue, Storm tells him that Logan called and asked that they meet at the cabin for a weekend before he went down to the school. Scott hadn’t been sure which part to sputter at first. In the end though, he hadn’t been able to deny the little hiccup in his heart at the thought of seeing Wolverine again. There was something there now that hadn’t existed before, even though neither of them had acknowledged it. They had . . . bonded in the time they spent together at the cabin and while he was hesitant to call them friends (God forbid Logan faint), he would say that they were comrades, colleagues, and allies. A pack mentality that Logan would probably understand better, as he’d once told Scott.
The russet-haired man sighed, wondering when Logan would arrive. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly realizing that he’d showed up a whole four hours before their supposed rendezvous. But he simply hadn’t been able to help himself - it had been a year already since they’d seen each other. During that time there always seemed to be something - some minor detail, completely arbitrary, that would suddenly recall Logan to Scott’s mind, so that now he could hardly could contain his excitement at seeing the other man again. It was utterly foolish, especially considering that during their time together they’d rarely done anything other than fight, but that had been more bitterness and pain and grief than anything else, Scott wondered how he and Logan would interact now when those demons were less prominent.
Suddenly Scott perked up and he pushed away from the tree. He could hear the sound of a motor approaching and felt his heart rate quicken.
God, this is embarrassing. I’m acting like an idiot. It’s just Wolverine, why be nervous? he took a deep breath, attempting to school his features into something that resembled polite interest - until he heard the purr of that motor drawing closer. He frowned, he knew that sound. It was- it was the sound of his motorcycle!
Of course, Wolverine had taken it when he’d left! Scott’s lips tightened, feeling irritation coil within him - the man had no sense of propriety whatsoever. He could have at least asked if he could borrow it- in which case Scott would have gladly told him to go to hell.
Cyclops sighed, at least now he knew how he would greet Logan - a fight it is.
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There you have it, 1st chappie, let me know what you thought if you get the chance, it would be much appreciated ^_^
A/N: Of all the genres I thought I’d be writing about next, X-men didn’t even make it into the top 100, yet here you have it ^_^’ Nothing much to say about the story, just that it may be a while before I get the opportunity to update again. Oh, and the title may change, it’s very tentative at this point. Not sure where it came from, actually. Ah! Also, the rating is for future chapters . . . I think. ^_^
Chapter 1: A Fight It Is
Scott leaned back, settling himself more comfortably against the wood behind him and closed his eyes, breathing deeply of the cold, stark morning air.
It’s absolutely beautiful up here, he thought languidly. Everything was perfectly calm. It was almost as though the world did not exist. Here, there were no such thing as mutants, or wars- or death. The X-men leader swallowed hard, but made no attempt to check his thoughts. If he fought the pain, or denied it, that would only make it greater. Logan had taught him that. A very hard-learned lesson, he remembered ruefully.
It had been nearly two years. Almost 730 days since Jean had been torn from all their lives. And Scott had been utterly broken. Morally he had hit rock bottom, spiritually his soul had been in shreds and there had seemed to be no parts of his heart left big enough to piece together again.
Logan had left of course, he’d been hurting too, though at the time Scott couldn’t have cared less. At the time he’d seen only his own grief, hadn’t cared about his students or his team members. Even the professor had been unable to break through to him.
Somehow Xavier had managed to contact Wolverine. Cyclops still wasn’t sure how the professor had managed to drag him back, but drag him back he had.
Scott smiled, remembering the day Logan had come stomping back into their lives, still wounded and hurting and pissed at the world.
It was Storm’s idea (probably because she’d been sick of putting up with their bouts of yelling and fighting) that they take off for the cabin in the high mountains that was owned by the school. They’d used it occasionally on fieldtrips. She’d thrown them both out and told them not to come back until they were ready to at least assume a semblance appropriate for a school. It must have been incredibly hard for her to that. She’d wanted to help, Scott knew, but she’d realized, after having been spurned several times, that there was nothing she could do. Running the school, essentially on her own, must have been stressful, but Scott could understand that he and Logan had been utter messes (though he more so than Logan) and he could not remain in the school when he snapped at anyone trying to lend a hand.
So both men had very reluctantly set out for the cabin, which really was situated out in the middle of nowhere. They’d argued even before they were out of the school gates and managed to get into a fist fight in a crowded restaurant, had gotten thrown out and spent the night in jail. And that had been just the first day.
A slow smile spread over Cyclops’ face at the memory. He hadn’t realized until much later that the eccentricity of that day, and the ones that followed, had effectively distracted him from his grief and after some months he’d been able to smile again without feeling guilty. It had been very hard going at first, but eventually he and Logan had settled into an accord where they mostly stayed out of each other’s way.
Until Scott began to stay out all night in the frigid cold. He wondered even now if he’d been hoping to die out there, to simply lie down in all that pristine white and never wake again. But Logan hadn’t allowed it. He’d gone out and dragged Scott back every single time, until the only thing to do was talk about the one thing they had in common - grief. Strangely enough, Logan worrying about Scott had seemed to ease his own misery and when Scott had deigned to return the favor, he’d found it did the same for him.
Wonder what he’s been doing? he mused idly. It had already been a year since they’d last seen each other. After several hectic, heart-wrenching months at the cabin, Scott had decided to return to the school, while Logan had opted instead to set off on his own again. In all that time the professor had mentioned speaking to Wolverine once, and Scott had to admit that it grated on his nerves just the tiniest bit that Logan had never bothered to contact him.
And now suddenly, out of the blue, Storm tells him that Logan called and asked that they meet at the cabin for a weekend before he went down to the school. Scott hadn’t been sure which part to sputter at first. In the end though, he hadn’t been able to deny the little hiccup in his heart at the thought of seeing Wolverine again. There was something there now that hadn’t existed before, even though neither of them had acknowledged it. They had . . . bonded in the time they spent together at the cabin and while he was hesitant to call them friends (God forbid Logan faint), he would say that they were comrades, colleagues, and allies. A pack mentality that Logan would probably understand better, as he’d once told Scott.
The russet-haired man sighed, wondering when Logan would arrive. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly realizing that he’d showed up a whole four hours before their supposed rendezvous. But he simply hadn’t been able to help himself - it had been a year already since they’d seen each other. During that time there always seemed to be something - some minor detail, completely arbitrary, that would suddenly recall Logan to Scott’s mind, so that now he could hardly could contain his excitement at seeing the other man again. It was utterly foolish, especially considering that during their time together they’d rarely done anything other than fight, but that had been more bitterness and pain and grief than anything else, Scott wondered how he and Logan would interact now when those demons were less prominent.
Suddenly Scott perked up and he pushed away from the tree. He could hear the sound of a motor approaching and felt his heart rate quicken.
God, this is embarrassing. I’m acting like an idiot. It’s just Wolverine, why be nervous? he took a deep breath, attempting to school his features into something that resembled polite interest - until he heard the purr of that motor drawing closer. He frowned, he knew that sound. It was- it was the sound of his motorcycle!
Of course, Wolverine had taken it when he’d left! Scott’s lips tightened, feeling irritation coil within him - the man had no sense of propriety whatsoever. He could have at least asked if he could borrow it- in which case Scott would have gladly told him to go to hell.
Cyclops sighed, at least now he knew how he would greet Logan - a fight it is.
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There you have it, 1st chappie, let me know what you thought if you get the chance, it would be much appreciated ^_^