Title: Musings of a Cyclops

Author: Bani

Email: BAnime78@aol.com

Summary: No Touchy Feely from Cyke's point of view. Warning I am a

terrilble Romantic.

Series: I guess I'm gonna call this the My Point of View Series. This

is Part #2.

Rating Pg-15? for some swearing and Adult themes.

Genre: (Yummy)>Cyclops, Rogue, Jean, The Professor and Logan.

Authors Note: If you don't like this story or my last one sorry. My

roomates made me do it. Guess they got tired of all my angst ness.

Because they threatened to hurt me if I didn't at least try and post

these stories. So, blame them not me M'kay.

Archive: Bless you if you do want this. Just let me know where you

are putting it.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em damn it. If I did I would have some serious

moola. However I only have these two pennies that I like to rub

together hoping they will magically multiple. And you'll have to pry

them from my cold dead fingers<G>. So, don't try and sue me.

Dedication: This is for those lovely individuals who took the time to

give me feedback you know who you are GREAT BIG HUGS!

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     God Dammit! Logan was seriously going to pay when he got back.

Scott fumed. He was never going to be able to duplicate the

perfection of his first bike. She had been a beauty. When he got her

back, He'd probably be lucky is she was in one piece. He mused

feeling as if Logan had stolen his baby and not his bike. He looked

at the piece of junk in front of him and saw red (well he always saw

red but that's not the point). He was contemplating all the ways he

could make the Wild Man pay for his crime when he realized he was

being watched.

 

     Looking up he saw Marie. God she was growing into a real beauty

he mused. What was she now almost eighteen? He felt a smile sneak 

onto his usually stern face and wondered how just the site of her

seemed to relax him so much. His smile wilted when he realized she

was not smiling her sunny smile back. Looking more closely, damn his

glasses, he noticed her lip quivering.

 

     "What is it Marie? What's happened?" He asked as he slowly got

up from his kneeling position knees popping. Damn he felt old when

his knees cracked like that. He walked towards her slowly knowing she

spooked easily when she was upset.

 

     "Ah killed Ororo's plant." she sobbed. He felt as if he had been

gut punched.

 

     "Forget to water it?" He tried to tease lightly knowing this was

a blow for her self-confidence.

 

     "No, Ah touched it and it died," Her voice was so full of

remorse it physically hurt him to hear it.

 

     "Oh." Was all he could get out past the lump in his

throat. "Well it can't be helped now." He tried to placate her.

Reaching out and squeezing her shoulder. She closed her eyes and he

wondered for the millionth time since he had met her why anyone would

be afraid to touch her. It was not like she would purposely hurt

anyone. She was not like that.

 

     He had always taken extra care to show her that he was not

afraid to touch her even if everyone else was. She was special and he

felt the need to show her extra attention. He knew it was wrong to

treat her different from the other students but he took pains to hide

his affection for Marie from everyone else. He doubted even Jean with

their bond knew how much he cared for the young woman.

 

     "Don't worry about the plant Marie." He told her. "I'll take you

into town and you can buy Ro a new one."

 

     Tugging on the shoulder he had yet to release, he brought her

into a hug. He was totally unprepared for the feelings that were

suddenly bombarding his senses. Her arms wrapped around him and he

realized for the first time that she definately had a lot of curves

and they were all pressing into him. He quickly released her not

wanting her to feel the evidence of his body's betrayal. What the

fuck was going on with him! Since when did a young girl turn him on?

They surrounded him every day for God's sake. Why was he becoming a

Letch all of the sudden?

 

     "Thanks, Scott. Ahe'd like that very much." She said breaking

into my turbulent thoughts. He looked down at her seeing the

happiness in her expression. If he had not known before he knew now

that a trip to town alone with her was out of the question. At least

until he could calm himself down. He had to think fast and get

himself out of this bind.

 

     Ah Jean. Marie did not try to hide her distste for his

lover. "It's no problem. I was going to take Jean in to get groceries

anyway." he lied smoothly. There it was the expression of disgust

passed over Marie's face. It was an expression he had seen often

since Logan had left. It was a cross between the look you gave your

shoe when you stepped in something and pure distaste. He felt kind of

bad about lying but desperate times called for desperate measures.

 

     "Maybe Ah'll take a rain check on that trip to town sugah." She

looked disappointed and he wondered if maybe his new feelngs were

mirrored by her. No, he would not think about it Damn it. That would

just complicate things and he was already confused enough.

 

     He was about to try and cheer her up when Jean suddenly

intruded. "There you are Rogue. Ororo told me about the incident in

the greenhouse. That is something that even I could not have

anticipated." He winced hearing the superiority in her tone. Glancing

at Marie,(the damn glasses came in handy sometimes) he realized she

was looking at him. No, staring was more like it. A goofy smile took

over his face before he could stop it. Guess that answered the

question of her feelings toward him. The look in her eyes was

smoldering he could see that even through the old ruby quartz shades.

 

     He realized Jean had stopped talking and looked at her she was

looking between him and Marie an expression of dawning comprehension

widening her eyes. Then suddenly she was pissed. He had never seen

that look on her face before and it was directed at Marie.

 

     "May I speak with you Rogue?" It was more demand than question

even he could tell that.

 

     "Suh." Marie said resignation clear in her voice. She followed

Jean out of the garage. Leaving him behind to muse privately over the

events of the past couple of minutes.

 

     He was embarrassed to note he was more concerned with his new

discovery than Marie's. It must have nearly broken her to find out

that she could not touch ANY living thing without killing it. Yet, all

thoughts of Marie's problem were forgotten as he remembered his own

little discovery. He now realized that it had not just happened.

Every minute since he had first seen her had led up to his moment of

discovery.

 

     He was disconcerted to find that yes, he had just been waiting

for her to grow up a little before he could allow himself to be

attracted to her. Why was he attracted to her when he had Jean? He

had been in love with Jean since he had first set eyes on her. So,

why then was he now feeling a pull toward Marie?

 

     *Scott* The Professors voice in his mind startled him out of his

musings.

 

     *Yes, Professor. Is there a problem?* He thought back at him.

 

     *You could say that yes.* The Prof sounded amused.*You are

projecting a great deal of anxiety and confusion. Would you like to

talk about it? If not would you be so kind as to keep it down. I am

starting to get a headache.* This time there was a definite mirth in

his tone.

 

     *I think maybe I would like to talk.* Scott responded.

 

     *I am in the Library. I will wait for your arrival.* Scott felt

the connection severe.

 

     Damn again. he had not realized he had been projecting. The

Professors amusement made him wonder just how much he had been

projecting. Oh, God. Had Jean heard any of his thoughts? He hoped not

or else he would be on the receiving end of one of her lectures.

Wincing he made his way to the Library.

 

     Two doors down Jean slowly came out of the Study. Carefully

shutting the door after her. As if she would have liked to slam it.

She headed upstairs without noticing him.

 

     Raeching for the Library door, he was stopped short when Marie

came out of the Study. She did slam the door making the wood shudder.

She looked up and down the hall and again he seemed to be overlooked.

Then she headed for the Girls Hall.

 

     Frowning now he finally made it into the Library. Finding the

Professor sitting beside the empty fireplace. He could have been

wrong but he thought he saw the older mans shoulder's shaking

sligtly. Then the Professor turned his wheelchair and his face was

devoid of expression.

 

     "I am glad you decided to talk with me Scott." he spoke quietly.

 

     "I know you will not pass judgment on me for what I am feeling."

Scott said simply.

 

     The Professor said nothing further only motioning toward a

chair. Scott sat and began to tell the Professor about his most

enlightening day.

 

     Several hours later and no closer to understanding his current

fix, he left the Library heading upstairs hoping to talk to Jean. Not

about his new found feelings for Marie but about her conversation

with the girl. There had to have been harsh words for Marie to be

that angry.

 

     However, Jean was not in their room. He sat on the bed and

suddenly felt very tired. Lying down he fell asleep almost before his

head hit the pillow.

 

     He awoke with a start some time later when he reached across the

bed and did not find the warm flesh he had been going for. Instead,

he found the bed cold and empty beside him. Rolling over he looked at

the bedside clock. He groaned aloud when he read the time. 1:30 a.m.

Where could she be?

 

     He decided to get up and try to find her. Walking downstairs, he

heard a door open up. He glanced around the corner and into the front

hall. What he saw only compounded his confusion. Marie was wrapped in

his leather jacket hugging herself.

 

     She started suddenly and whirled around hands out and he

realized she was not wearing gloves. Looking down he saw she was

barefoot also. Curious to find out what had starled her he leaned

farther around the corner. Then he saw him. Logan. He almost choked.

What was he doing here? Did he think he could be gone almost a year

and then just walk in and be welcome. However, he restrained himself

when he heard Logan speak.

 

     "Hold up darlin'." Logan spoke in a gruff whisper.

 

     "Logan?" Marie asked sounding unbelieving.

 

     "Yeh, it's me Marie." Hearing him speak her name made Scott's

stomach cramp. How dare he. Logan had hurt her when he left and now

he was acting like they were still friends. Logan stepped forward and

Scott saw he had not changed one bit despite his lengthy absence.

 

     "What you doing with Scottie's coat darlin'?" Scott felt the

need to say something about the nickname and the use of the word

darlin'. However, he wanted to know the answer to that question also.

 

     But Marie did not say a word she just burst into tears. Logan

opened his arms before Scott could even offer his own and she ran

into them. It hurt and Scott must have made a sound of pain because

Logan was suddenly staring at him over Marie's shoulder.

 

     It was not a nice look. In fact, it looked as if the Wild Man

would have liked to eviscerate him. Glaring back at the other man

Scott turned and left not wanting Marie to know yet that he had seen

her wrapped in his jacket. The picture of her standing there wrapped

in it like she wanted to fuse it to her skin had been a shock.

 

     He walked back upstairs trying to process everything. It was

impossible his mind was to turbulent. He decided it could wait till

morning. Lying down once more he wondered again, where Jean was then

he was asleep.

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