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February 18th, 2005
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Returning Spring - Story 6
As With Your Shadow (Returning Spring, 6/10)

“Logan? It’s Scott.”


“How’s it going up there?”

“Not bad.”

“Charles said you wanted me to call you.”

“Jean didn’t tell you I called?”

“Uh no. When did you talk to her?”

“The other night. She said you were out on a mission.”

“Oh yeah. A false alarm, as it turned out. We got a report of what sure sounded like Sabretooth and Toad, terrorizing a town in Dutchess County. I thought Magneto’s Brotherhood was back in business.”

“It wasn’t them?”

“It wasn’t anyone. A fake distress call. There was definitely a mutant presence in the town – Charles saw that much on Cerebro before we headed up there – but nothing was happening by the time we showed up. There was nothing going on at all that we could see. We went to the house the call had come from. The people who lived there had no idea what we were talking about. I went back the next day with Charles, so he could interview them. He verified telepathically that they weren’t lying. They were genuinely puzzled, quite sure no one had called from their home. I don’t know what to make of it... Anyway, how’s your mission coming?”

“Pretty good. Security review is done, so is the design for the panic room and other new security measures. We’ve got all the materials and electronics. Construction is coming along. It should be all done in another week or two. I was gonna stay until it’s finished but the Professor had other ideas.”

“Yeah, he told me he was bringing you home. Can they finish up without you?”

“Sure. Jean-Paul can be foreman. He knows what he’s doing. And he’s got plenty of help here.”

“Has working with Kurt been okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine. A hard worker and he gets places fast – places the rest of us can’t get to. So, that’s really useful. The bible stuff gets a little hard to take after a while, but...”

“I can imagine... Logan? I’m glad you’re coming back here. We miss you... I miss you... Shit. I shouldn’t have said that, should I?”

“Nah, it’s fine.”

“I don’t want to sound like I think this thing is more than it is. I just... I’m not even sure what happened the other night, but it didn’t feel good. I don’t want you mad at me.”

“I’m not mad anymore.”

“I want to see you.”

“I want to see you, too. There’s stuff I need to talk to you about.”

“Do you want to talk now?”

“No. Not easy stuff to say. Face-to-face is better. Maybe easier after sex... We still doing it?”

“Yes. I want to. I want you, Logan.”

“It makes my dick hard when you say that.”



“Where are you?”

“In my bedroom.”

“The same one you had when we were in Vermont together?”

“Uh huh. I’m sitting here remembering doing it with you. Right here. In this bed.”

“Me, too. I wish I were there with you.”

“What would you do?”

“Oh, lots of stuff.”

“Tell me.”

“I want to suck you off.”

“Do you?”

“Um hmm. I remember the first time I ever did. I couldn’t believe my luck when you said you wanted me to. I thought I’d better hurry up and get started before you changed your mind... Don’t laugh, I mean it. Anyway, I think I’d go slower if I were there now.”


“I just want to take my time. I’d get on the bed with you, kiss you. You’re a great kisser. I can almost feel it now. Your mouth against mine, pushing your tongue in. My hands in your hair.”

“Where are my hands?”

“On my ass, I think. Yeah. One on each cheek. Pushing me against you. I can feel you hard, pressed against me. Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, Scott. It feels real good. Keep going.”

“Okay. Um, let me think. Okay, I’m all pressed against you, moving a little so my cock rubs against yours. It feels good, but the clothes are in the way. So, I take my hands off of your head. I’m still kissing you, but now I’m unzipping you while I do. I’m pulling out your cock, all big and hard. I’m playing with it. Go ahead, Logan. Take it out. Let your hand be mine, just for a little while.”

“Okay, I’m doing that. You’re rubbing me with those long fingers of yours. I love what you do to my cock with your hand. I can’t get enough of it. But I want your mouth, too.”

“Good, because that’s what I want, too. I want your dick in my mouth. I’ve been so hungry for you, I’ve been thinking about it all the time. Sit on the side of the bed now. I’m getting down on my knees on the floor. I’m still rubbing you with my hand, but I’m kissing your cock, too. Licking the head. Oh, you taste so good, Logan. I can almost taste you just remembering, I swear. And now I’m taking it in my mouth. I want to suck on your meat. You’re filling up my mouth. I’m sucking you really deep. All the way in.”

“Oh yeah. Swallow it, Scott. Take it all. I want it push it all the way down, in your hot mouth and down your throat. I want to feel you sucking me, sliding in and out like that.”

“That’s what I’m doing. In and out. Sucking you good. You’re big and hard and I can feel that vein on the underside with my tongue, pulsing, throbbing. I’ve got my hand on your balls. They’re getting tight, you’re about to come. I can hear it in the noises you’re making, too. I want your cum, Logan. I want it all. Pump it into me. I want it in my mouth and my throat. Give it to me. Come on... Come on... Give me that hot cum...”

“Oh, Scott!”

“You came, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. Real good. Thanks. It didn’t feel like I was just jerking off. It seemed like something else, almost like we were doing something together.”

“We can do that for real when you’re back here.”

“And lots more. There’s lots of stuff I wanna do with you, too. I’m glad I’m coming back.”

“Me, too. For sex and more. Sometimes I feel like I have nobody to talk to here, nobody to bounce ideas off of... Logan?”


“What do you think of our false alarm mission the other night? What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know... You’re sure the call was coming from upstate?”

“Yeah, we checked. It definitely came from the phone in that house, the one I went to, but the people there had no knowledge of it.”

“Were they mutants? Did they have a connection with Xavier’s or with the X-Men?”

“No. Normals, and no previous contact with us.”

“So how did they know to call you, anyway?”

“I don’t know. Whoever it was who called had a story about getting our number from a Xavier’s alumnus, but it turned out to be bogus. He asked for me by name. It sounded credible at the time, particularly with the descriptions of the attackers sounding just like Magneto’s people. But now that we know it was all made up, well why? Why send the X-Men on a wild goose chase?”

“Was it the whole team?”

“No, just me and ‘Ro. I was ready to call in reinforcements if needed.”

“And whoever called knew something about the X-Men, knew enough to call and ask for you. Knew you’re Field Leader?”

“Yes, definitely. That’s how he asked for me – ‘Is this Scott Summers, Field Leader of the X-Men?’ But I didn’t think anything of that. I mean the kids all know our command structure. If one of our alumni had passed on the phone number, well it’s not surprising he’d know I’m Field Leader, is it?”

“No, that’s not where I’m going.”

“So, what then?”

“Well, whoever is behind this would likely know you’d drop what you were doing and head up there as soon as you heard that story. So, what were you doing? Something someone might want to stop you from finishing?”

“No, nothing important. Just grading papers. Nobody but the kids who were afraid of getting bad grades would want to interrupt that. I think this is a bit too elaborate a stratagem to avoid failing English!”

“Okay, then the other possibility is – who wanted you out of the way that night? What went on at the mansion while you were gone? Something that you would have known about and stopped if you’d been there.”

“Nothing that I know of. Nothing unusual. Although if someone wanted me out of the way to do something, it might not be something that shows... Logan, you said you talked to Jean that night? Where was she when you called her?”

“I didn’t call her. I was calling you. She answered the phone in your office.”



“Charles! Good to hear from you. Thanks for returning my call. How are you?”

“Very well, and you?”

“Fine, fine. Charles, Logan told me he’s going back to Westchester and Jean’s coming up here. I was surprised to hear that. What’s going on?”

“She’s interested in the MPP project and looking for a way to make a contribution. I thought it would be a good idea for her to spend a little time in Vermont and see if there’s some way she can participate in the project.”

“What’s really going on?”

“There’s no fooling you, Ethan.”

“Why would you want to?”

“I don’t, really. I was going to explain my true purpose. Ethan, I’m more and more convinced this isn’t really Jean. I don’t know what to do. I want you to meet her, see what you think.”

“I’m happy to do that. I want to help any way I can.”

“She doesn’t remember you. I’m quite sure of it. She tried to cover up, but your name meant nothing to her. That’s proof.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. I certainly like to think I’m memorable, but...”

“You were a huge influence on Jean, Ethan, at an extraordinarily difficult time in her life. You truly saved her.”

“I’m afraid it was you who did that, my friend. But, anyway, I don’t think that means she’d remember me.”

“Why ever not?”

“Her mind may have its own reasons to forget. I knew Jean at a very difficult time in her life, Charles, as you say. We worked together then, but she hasn’t seen or spoken to me for many years. She could have if she’d wanted to. She knows that you and I have remained friends. There’s a lot about her association with me, about our work together, that she has good reason to want not to remember. Memory is infinitely malleable. Maybe she can’t face remembering what went on then, so she can’t remember me. Stranger things have happened.”

“See what you think when she’s there. But be careful! Whoever she is, she’s a very powerful telepath. Don’t let her in your brain if you can help it... ‘Memory is infinitely malleable.’ I’ll have to remember that.”

“I find myself thinking it a lot as I’ve gotten to know Logan. He tells me you’ve tried to help him with his memory problems.”

“Yes, I’ve read his mind a few times. I have been able to uncover some of his lost time. But I’m sorry to say that I haven’t been that effective. His mind is...confused, disordered. I often can’t distinguish between real memories, dreams, fantasies, maybe even implanted memories. It’s all jumbled. His is a very disturbed – and disturbing – mind. Which I imagine you’ve discovered even without telepathy. I wonder sometimes about his ability to function on our team, although he’s done very well so far. Do you think he’s stable enough to be an X-Man?”

“It’s certainly a high stress job. But you say he’s been functioning well?”

“Yes, both as a teacher and a team member. He has been rock solid reliable. There have been situations where we would have been lost without him.”

“Hmm. You’re quite right that Logan is very troubled. On the other hand, it sounds like he’s good for your team. And I think the work is probably good for him, too. Do you know, Charles, what Freud said when asked what defines a mentally healthy individual?”

“No, what?”

“He said that one should be able to do two things: lieben und arbeiten.”

“To love and to work. Well, Logan seems to be doing well on the work front. Perhaps you’re right and it is good for him. He’s so...damaged, though. I really doubt he’ll ever manage the other half of Freud’s prescription.”

“Give him time, Charles. Give him time.”

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