Scott, I'll love you forever.

Chapter 1

New kid on the block.

Logan's heart nearly stopped when he saw the thin pale young man. The man not more than a boy really was tall and dressed all in black he wore aviators and his hair looked soft like goose down. His skin began to take on the hues of early dawn. Shades of pink fells across his face and Logan felt his breath catch in his chest and the boy moved from the front hall to the Professor's office in one smooth calm motion. The large oak doors shut behind him and Logan stood stunned for a moment more until his wits came back creeping in at the edges of his mind.

Logan walked into the kitchen and sunk into a seat across from Hank, "There's a new kid."

Hank Nodded quietly he pushed a cup of black coffee towards Logan, "His name is Scott Summers."

Logan let his breath out slowly almost a whistle, Scott Summers, well he had certainly made the early onset of fall feel like the mid of summer once again. Still what had he been doing wandering around in the front hall at dawn? What business did he have here at 5 am? Hank smiled as if reading Logan's mind, "I picked him up last night, he's a good guy, quite - but smart," Logan looked at his coffee, it was growing cold and he took a sip of it.

"How old is he?"

Hank rubbed his eyes; Logan could imagine dark circles under the blue fur, "16-17… I'm not sure we didn't really talk about his personal life much, he's sort of damaged goods if you know what I mean."

Logan did, it was the sad truth that more and more kids that the X-men were talking were abused, or neglected. It ate at him some nights when he lay awake trying to count the dots on his ceiling in the dark of his room. They spent most of their time, these days, picking kids up from their parents, silent children, ghosts of children.

"Dose he want to be an X-man?" Logan asked reaching for the coffee pot to poor himself a new cup.

"He does," Hank murmured nodding. The two lapsed into silents again Logan's mind drifted back to the swing in Scott Summers' hips, and the way his lips we shaped, and the sweet sent of lilies on him, and the ivory skin, and the way the sunrise had played across the boy lighting him on fire or maybe it was only Logan who had been set aflame.

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Short I know but it's the beginning of a really good story. ^^ Promise