Title: Moonlight and Betrayal
Author: Bani
Email: banime78@aol.com  
Series: Not at this time
Rating: R for Adult content
Summary: Scott watches through the kitchen window as his
ladylove betrays him.
Genre: Angst  
Pairing: S/J, L/J, S/R with shades of L/R
A/N: I was trying to work on the next few chapters of
Cutting Loose, but this little story would not stop niggling
at the back of my mind, so I decided to write this real quick
and get it out of the way. It was inspired by the song How
you remind me by Nickleback. I'm including the lyrics but
you should really go buy the C.D.
Archive: Yes Please, just leave me the Addy.
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Marvel and Fox. I
only own the story idea and they can't have it. <G>
Dedication: To all those people who have loved in vain.
Feedback: Is wanted very badly <G>. Good, bad, whatever
ya want ta tell me I want ta hear it.
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How You Remind Me By Nickleback

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling

This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a
different story
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart
worth breaking
I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the
bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head scream "are we having
fun yet?"

It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause livin' with me must have damn near killed
you

This is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a
different story
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart
worth breaking
I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the
bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head scream "are we havin'
fun yet?"

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'

This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a
different story
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart
worth breaking
I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the
bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head scream "are we havin'
fun yet?"
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Just a quick note,
*Italics represent memory.*



Scott sat at the kitchen table and stared outside.
There was a bottle of Scotch on the table beside him. He
played with the label's loose edge. Watching out the
window as two shadowed figures walked toward each other
slowly.

One was tall and broad of shoulder; the other was
tall and slim, long hair whipping in the wind behind her.
Picking up the bottle Scott put it to his lips and took a long
pull off it. He fought back the instinctive cough as it burned
its way down his throat, feeling it hit his stomach and warm
him with its fire.

He swiped his hand across his lips and continued to
watch as the two figures grabbed a hold of one another.
They seemed to melt into each other before his eyes. By the
light of the moon, he could see their hands groping and
tearing at their clothing.

He took another pull off the bottle. This time the
burn felt good and he could enjoy the fiery warmth as it
relaxed his tense body. The figures lowered themselves to
the ground and still he watched. Memories flooded forward
and he didn't try to fight them.

He'd been on the streets when he'd manifested.
He'd stolen cars, stolen purses, broke into houses and took
what ever he could carry he'd even robbed a convenience
store once. Anything to stay alive. Anything to feed his
habit.

Yes, he had been an addict. Wouldn't that just blow
some of the kid's minds. What would blow their minds
even more was the fact that he was only twenty-five years
old as of last week. They'd never believe that though.

He'd been in a gang back then. Having chosen the
streets over the abusive foster homes the state kept putting
him in. At least on the streets when he got beaten it was for
a reason. He'd hated it when he'd been beaten by his foster
parents for no good reason.

The gang he had been a part of had been the only
family he had. They were all he had needed. He'd been
happy or as happy as one could be on the streets. He'd had
a girl and friends who watched his back.

But all that changed when he manifested. He'd
nearly blown a hole through his best friend that day. He'd
had a headache all day but had not thought anything of it.
After all, he had always had headaches ever since the plane
wreck that had killed his parents and younger brother.

The doctors had said he had brain damage or some
such shit. So having a headache had been nothing new.
Then his eyes had started burning and Jack (his BF) had
told him his eyes were getting all red. A pressure had
started at the back of his eyes and had built until he'd felt
as if his eyes would explode from his head.

Jack's own eyes had gone wide and he'd dove to the
side narrowly avoiding the blast of red energy that had shot
from Scott's eyes. Jack had yelled at him to shut his eyes
and he had. He'd been so sure he had just blinded himself.
He didn't dare to open his eyes to see if he could still see
though.

The change in his friends was immediate. Once they
found out what he was, they all turned their backs on him.
His girlfriend said she didn't want no Mutie boyfriend. If it
weren't for Jack dragging him to a hospital he would have
been left there on the streets with no way to take care of
himself.

As luck would have it, one of the Doctors at the
hospital was none other than Moira McTaggert. An old
lover of the Professors. She'd taken him and hid him in a
room before going and giving the Professor a call. Then
Moira had bandaged up his eyes and told him everything
would be all right.

Stupid shit that he had been he'd told her to go fuck
herself. Luckily for him, she wasn't a women to hold a
grudge. She'd just told him to shush, that help was on the
way and he would be among friends soon. He hadn't
admitted it to anyone but he had been scared shitless.

After all, he hadn't known the women and he
couldn't even see. So, her telling him she had called for
help had brought images of labs and all the stories he had
heard about mutant experimentation had flooded his mind.

He'd tried to make a break for it but being unable
to see he hadn't gotten very far. Moira had caught him
before he had even made it out the door. With no other
choice, she had gotten an orderly to help her restrain him
to the bed.

So, that was how he had first met the Professor.
Strapped down to a bed screaming at the top of his lungs
for them to let him the fuck go. Charles had put a stop to
that as soon as he got in the room. By shutting off the part
of Scott's mind that controlled speech.

Charles had told Scott in his oh so cultured voice
that no one was going to hurt him. Charles had assured
him that he was being taken to a place were there were
others just like him. Scott had thought to himself that he
would escape as soon as he could.

He was startled when he heard Charles's voice in
his head telling him that there was no need to escape for he
was free to go whenever he wanted. Charles was so sincere
that Scott couldn't help but trust him. Besides the fact that
despite his thoughts of escape there was really no way for
him to live on his own.

He'd reluctantly let himself be led to a car, which in
turn took him to a jet. As the engines roared to life Scott
had felt a moment of abject terror. The last time he had
flown the plane had crashed. Charles must have sensed his
thoughts because he reached over and squeezed Scott's
hand.

When they had reached they're destination Charles
led him out of the jet and Scott felt his other hand caught
and held by a much softer grip. Charles released his other
hand and introduced Scott to the owner of the soft hand.
"Scott the person holding your hand is one of my students.
I'd like you to meet Dr. Jean Grey." Charles had said.

Scott hadn't said a word, too mesmerized by the feel
of the soft hand gripping his own ruff and callused hand.
"It's nice to meet you Scott. I hope that you will enjoy your
stay with us and decide to stay once we solve your current
problem." Jean had said. Her voice had startled him out of
his daze and he had suddenly registered her words.

"Wait. What do you mean solve my problem?"
He'd yanked his hand out of hers and stepped back. "I
thought you said there would be no experiments dude." He
had said angrily.

"Scott there is nothing to be afraid of. What Jean
meant was that she and our resident scientist Dr. Hank
McCoy will try and find a way for you to be able to see
again. There will be no experiments. Is that not right Jean
dear?" Charles had asked her.

"Absolutely Charles. Although Hank and I will need
to run some tests so we have a better understanding of your
situation." Jean had responded.

"No way, no tests. No fucking way am I going to let
you poke and prod me." Scott had shouted before turning
and running the opposite way from their voices. He had run
right smack into the wing of the Blackbird knocking himself
out.

When he had come to Jean had told him they had
already run all the tests they needed to while he had been
knocked out. He been angry and had shouted all the
obscenities he knew at her. There had been a deep chuckle
and then a large fur covered hand had clamped onto his
mouth effectively shutting Scott up.

"Please my dear boy refrain from talking in such a
manner in front of a lady. It is well beyond unseemly."
Scott had freaked out. Without thinking about what he was
doing, he had bite down hard on the leathery palm
covering his mouth. There was a howl and then a sharp
pain in his arm as Jean injected him with a sedative.

When he woke up next he was alone in a room lying
down on a soft bed. And that is were he stayed for the next
three weeks. He refused to come out of his room and risk
running into any more strange people. Jean came to him
everyday and told him about the progress she and Hank
were making on the glasses they were designing for him.

He pretended to ignore her when he was in fact
aware of every word she spoke in her sexy husky voice.
When she left, he would sit by the window soaking up the
rays of the sun trying to imagine what she looked like.

He hadn't known it then but he had been slowly
falling in love with her. Finally, the day came when they
were done with his glasses. Jean had come to his room all
excited about it. She'd tried to get him to come down to the
lab so that he could try them on and see if they worked.

He wasn't going to have any of it. He'd sat there
stubbornly and refused to budge when she had tugged on
his hand. He hadn't let on but the real reason he didn't
want to go down there was that he thought that by getting
the glasses it would mean that he was fixed and would have
to leave.

He didn't want to leave. The Mansion had become
home in the short time he had been there. Jean had told
him he was acting like a little boy and he had been furious.
Jumping up from the chair, he had said. "Boy? I'll show
you boy Jean."

He'd pulled her into his arms and mashed his lips
onto hers. She'd fought him at first but stopped when he
gentled the kiss. She'd kissed him back then and they had
both lost control. Before either of them knew what they
were doing, they were naked and Scott was inside her
pumping as fast as his hips could go.

It hadn't been his first time but it had been his best.
Jean had seemed to like it too. After they had both reached
orgasm (he shortly before her) they had laid there and she
had told him that she wanted to do it again but only slower.
So they had.

Several hours later, they had made their way down
to the lab and he had tried the glasses on. He was no
longer worried about being asked to leave. The first thing
he had seen after opening his eyes was Jeans face. And he
had thought then that he had never seen a more beautiful
creature in all his life.

He'd fallen instantly in love.

Scott heard a growl and was pulled away from his
memories. The clouds had moved away from the moon so
the scene before him was silvered by moonlight. Jean was
writhing underneath Logan who was pumping in and out of
her body as if his very life depended on it. Deep growls
issued forth from the Wild Man.

This was not the first time Jean had cheated on him
Scott remembered. She had never been content with just
one man.

Scott had been blissfully happy at the Mansion. At
Charles's prompting, he had finished his high school
education. It was not long after that Charles asked him to
think about going to college. It was not something he had
ever thought he had wanted. But when he thought about it
he had realized he wanted to learn more.

He had been a little nervous about going away to a
college. He was nervous that someone would out him as a
Mutant. But with his new best friend Hank's help, he
fabricated a story to explain his always-wearing glasses
and he had no more reasons not to go.

While away he had written to Jean almost every
day. She hardly ever wrote back. He hadn't cared though.
What a fool he had been. So naive, so stupid, so young. Life
on the streets had not prepared him for what had happened
next.

It had been winter break of his first year away and
he had come back home. He'd made his way down to the
lab holding a small jewelers box in his hand. It was his
Christmas present to her. A small silver heart-shaped
locket with a picture of him inside that one of the girls at
college had snapped of him. He wore a matching one under
his shirt lying against his heart. It carried a picture of her
inside.

He'd gotten a job off campus and had used his
whole first paycheck to buy them. He had had a job as a
valet. He had found it amusing that he had once stolen cars
and he had gotten a job where people voluntarily handed
their car keys over to him.

She'd been in the lab leaning over her microscope
and he had sneaked up behind her. He'd wrapped his arms
around her had nuzzled her neck. "Hey you." She had
exclaimed with a husky chuckle. He had gone instantly
hard. He'd wanted nothing more than to lean her against
the counter and make love to her.

But right at that moment, Hank had come in and
walked over to Scott and Jean. "I'm off to that conference
now. I should be back by Christmas though." Then Hank
had leaned around Scott and planted a very lusty kiss on
Jean's lips.

"I'll see you later than lover." Jean had replied.

Scott had been to stunned to react at first but after
Hank had left, he'd snapped of it. "What the hell was that?
Why'd you call him lover? What is going on Jean?" He
yelled the questions at her. He'd been so furious at her he'd
wanted to hurt her. But he had restrained the impulse.

"Oh Scott dear, don't be such a naive boy. I have
needs you know. Did you think I would wait for you while
you were away? We never said we were exclusive." He had
wanted to slap her face then. But she had been right they
had never said that they were exclusive.

He hadn't given her the locket that Christmas nor
ever. He still had it packed away in a box in their shared
closet. But he wore his. She'd never once asked him what
was inside. Maybe that should have been telling but he had
never thought about it until now.

She had gone on with her affairs while he was away
at college. He never cheated on her though. He hadn't
asked her to stop her affairs. He'd been too afraid he would
lose her. But when he graduated and came home, he had
asked her to marry him.

She'd said yes. He'd thought that was the end of it.
And it had been for a while at least. That is until Logan.
Well to be perfectly honest things had been strained
between them before then. But as soon as Logan hit the
scene Jean had been all over him.

He'd known there was no way he could stop her
from trying to get Logan into bed. Once he found her in
Logan's room reading his memories he had known she was
on the hunt. Funny thing was Logan hadn't even known
that he was the one being hunted instead of being the
hunter.

Scott had even gave Logan the okay kind of. When
Logan had asked. "You gonna tell me to stay away from
your girl" Scott had said. "If I had to do that she wouldn't
be my girl." But then just before he had left he had
contradicted himself by saying. "Oh and Logan stay away
from my girl."

Yeah he had known what was happening. Logan
had left and Jean no longer wanted to make love she
wanted to fuck. So they had fucked. Scott had tried in
desperation to show her he could be just as wild and virile
as Logan.

Apparently, it hadn't been enough though. Why else
would she have sneaked out of their room to meet with
Logan? Scott had followed her and watched as she waited
for her moonlight lover. He'd grabbed the Scotch from the
liquor cabinet and waited at the kitchen table for Logan to
show up.

Scott downed some more Scotch and watched as
Logan's movements became more hurried. He heard a
sound behind him and whirled around. Rogue stood in the
kitchen doorway rubbing her eyes. She was clad only in a
short t-shirt that he recognized as Logan's.

"What ya doing sitting in here all alone sugah?" She
asked in her slow country drawl.

Scott shrugged and took another pull from the
liquor bottle he held. Watching as she moved toward him.
He noticed how her breasts swayed as she walked and he
was suddenly very horny. After watching those two outside
going at it like bunnies he was feeling decidedly crabby and
had not thought he could become aroused.

Especially by the young woman who stood before
him. "Why ya drinking Scott?" She asked softly.

He jerked his chin toward the window taking
another gulp of the fiery liquid. Rogue frowned but turned
around and moved toward the window. The clouds had re-
covered the moon so she had to get in close before she saw
what he had been motioning toward. She gasped the sound
filled with pain.

Her hands clenched on the windowsill and her body
went rigged. She leaned her forehead against the coolness
of the glass and the clouds parted again so that the scene
before her was crystal clear. She let out a bitter laugh then.

"Ah knew somethin' like this would happen. Ah
just knew it." She looked at Scott over her shoulder. "How
long ya been watching this Scott?" She asked.

Again, he shrugged. "Long enough to know what's
what." He answered.

Standing there before the window, the moonlight
shining through her nightshirt making it transparent, she
looked like a goddess. She walked toward him and before
he could stop her, she grabbed the bottle from his hands
and downed a huge gulp of the liquor. She coughed and
sputtered and he had to stand up to pound on her back.

"Shit Scott! How 'kin ya stand ta drink that?" She
asked her voice hoarse from the liquor.

"You get used to it." He assured her. He sat back
down and saw that the two outside were finally done. He
motioned for Rogue to sit in the opposite chair. Which she
did.

They sat in a companionable silence for a while.
Just drinking and thinking. Then he felt her foot slide into
his lap. He sucked in his breath as she wiggled her toes
over the bulge in his jeans. "I wouldn't do that if I were
you." He warned her.

"Good thing you're not me than huh." She said a
wicked grin taking over her lips.

She set about rocking her foot across his erection.
Ah God. It felt so good. His hips bucked up involuntarily.
Okay two can play at this game he thought.
He knocked her legs apart and moved his own stocking
clad foot in between her legs.

He rubbed his toe across her panty-clad slit and she
gasped. He maneuvered around until he found her clit and
she cried out biting her lip. Both of them slid down in their
chairs and set to work driving each other crazy. Soon they
were both rocking their hips against the others foot and
then they both came almost at the same time.

He felt her moisture soak his sock and his own cum
messed up his jeans. He grinned at her stunned expression
and she smiled back. "We have to do this again sometime
sugah." She teased him.

"I'm game if you are." He replied.

She stared at him for a second and then said. "Why
not. If Logan can't keep his dick in his pants why can't Ah
have a little fun."

Coming around the table, he lifted her up. He pulled
her shirt up until it covered her mouth and then kissed her.
"You sure about this?" He asked her.

"If ya know some way we can do it without ya
getting hurt sure." She grinned at him.

"You bet your sweet ass I do." He crowed.

And he spent the rest of the night showing her all
the creative things they could do to bypass her skin. Neither
of them cared if Jean walked in on them. But she never did.
Incidentally the locket had found it's way into the garbage.
Rogue threw it there after finding out who's picture was in
it.  They fell asleep lying in each other's arms exhausted
and sated.