I'm him and he's me
By Nadja Lee
English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
Disclaimer: "X-men" and all the characters here belong to Marvel , 20 Century Fox and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.
Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of the author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without permission of the author.
Timeline: Set a little after the movie
Universe: Set in the movie universe. Only the movie NOT the book that goes with it!
Pairing: Scott/Logan
Summary: A body shift and Scott is… who?
Archiving: Want, ASK, take, have.
Feedback: Yes, please. It would mean so much to me.
Category: Silly fic- sort of, kind of.
Dedicated to: Jemisard as always. Your mind is as beautiful as your words.
Rating: R for whole story. PG or PG-13 for most parts.
mmmm is telepathically thoughts spoken in the mind. " mmmmm " is spoken out loud. / mmm/ indicate flashback.
Part 1:
" Today's topic is geometry. We had reached the chapter of triangles. If I remember correctly you had pages 56-71 to read till today. That would be sinus, cos. and tan. rules," Scott said as he had reached his desk in this; his first class this morning. His shaded red gaze swept over the class of tired students. Man, teaching the morning class Mondays and then in mathematics really sucked.
" Remy, will you tell us of the rules for finding sinus?" Scott asked as he had sought out his first "victim".
" The Cajun was very busy last night, Mon Ami," the handsome young man said with a smile. Scott frowned.
" So, I take it that you haven't read these pages?"
" No," Remy admitted.
" Please do so till next time. Peter, will you explain the nature of sinus for us?" Scott asked and sought out a student he thought more likely to have read homework.
" I would , Tovarisch, but…I don't understand it," Peter admitted softly. Scott gave him a small smile.
" That's ok then. It's better to have read and then admit to not fully understanding it than not reading at all. Out of curiosity; how many of you HAVE read?"
Some seven students raised their hands. Just great, Scott thought darkly. This was all Logans fault. He had came back three days ago, Friday, and the students had celebrated his return (arranged by Rogue and Jean) in the weekend.
" So, I guess it would be stupid to ask how many of you actually understood this? I…." Scott started before a blinding pain hit his skull and his hands went to his temples while he tried to keep from screaming. He felt like his whole head was about to explode. As suddenly as the pain had started as suddenly did it end. Scott raised his head and looked…in colours!
He was in the Danger Room and a program was running. All kinds of sharp and dangerous things kept aiming at him and Scott instinctually just looked at them…and nothing happened! He took his hands to his eyes and felt them. His entire face felt…wrong. He looked down at himself. Strong arms, broad chest, legs….But not his own. Confusion and a million other feelings ran through his brain in under a minute. Suddenly a sharp pain made him look at his hands. Claws broke through the skin and Scott didn't know how to stop them. They came all the way out and Scott looked at them as if he didn't know what they were. It had hurt for them to come out but not all that much. Like three beestings on each hand. Speaking about pain…his always present headache from the powering of his blasts was gone. It was…incredible. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been without that pain….and see in colours…even the white of the Danger Room walls seemed like Heaven to him. Suddenly an arrow came a little too close and Scott again looked at it until he in the last moment remembered that it didn't work and clumsily tried to use the claws instead. One clawed hand sewed through it. Great, Scott thought happily and looked at the claws again. This wasn't too hard. Suddenly 12 arrows aimed at him and came through the air all at once. Oh, no. He wasn't sure he could avoid all those or had enough control over the claws to use them.
" Program, shut down!" he ordered and frowned when he heard his own voice. It had sounded like...Logan's. The Danger Room was designed so no one man could use it alone out of security reasons and therefore the program could also only be started or shut down from the outside. Except the Professor and his own, Scott's voice would shut it down also from the inside.
" Voice not recognised. Can not comply," a female computer voice said into the air as the arrows came nearer. Scott, I think you are in trouble, he thought worried.
Part 2:
" What the…" Logan began confused as he one minute had been in the Danger Room and the next stood before a class after the worst headache of his life. Why was he here? And why was he seeing everything in red? The colour made it hard to see shadows and see who was in the class. He frowned. Why did he fell such pain in his mind? He took his hands to his head and felt for his eyes only to find them covered by glasses. And not just that…his entire face felt different…younger. He looked down at himself. Legs, arms, nice broad chest…but not his own. Oh great, just great, Logan thought darkly. He instantly wanted to remove those damn glasses, which was really beginning to bother him but stopped as a thought hit him. If he was in Scott's class…was Scott then in the Danger Room, running his program? Fear ran through Logan. The kid could get killed.
" Mr. Summers, are you…" Kitty began concerned but stopped as he ran through the classroom and out the door as if the Devil was after him, leaving a very confused class behind.