Weddings

by WCUGirl

magpiejen@charter.net

 

Author’s Note:  This was loosely inspired by the story, “Painted Skies and Trampolines” written by Avaera et Nor.  This is all fluff.

 

Disclaimer:  I don’t own the Xmen or the characters therein (unfortunately).  If I did I could quit my day job and write fanfiction for a living.

 

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This is the day when Scott and Jean would have married, and Logan isn’t surprised to see that Scott is nowhere in sight…

 

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March 20.  Eight months to the day since Jean Grey died.  This would have been her wedding day.  Sadly Jean died at Alkali Lake on a rescue mission.  Sadder still, her fiancé, Scott Summers had been on the jet in the air watching helplessly as the tragedy unfolded before his eyes.

 

No one seemed to notice that Scott was not around.  They didn’t question why Mr. Summers had unexpectedly cancelled all of his classes today.  Granted, it was Saturday, so it was only his defense classes, but the act was still unusual for him.

 

But I noticed.  I saw him sneak out of the house last night while the movie was playing in the rec room.  Today he hasn’t returned.  I go to our room and find nothing of interest there so I begin to explore.  And what do I find in Scott and Jean’s old room?  A lovely white wedding gown with little beads sown all over it is laid out across the bed.  A black tuxedo with a hunter green vest (Jean’s favorite color) is laid out beside it.  Sitting on the dress there is a tiny red velvet box.  I’m unable to resist looking at the lovely ring that I’ve seen so many times before.  Yet today as I open the box I notice my fingers are trembling just slightly.  Today I’m surprised to see the box is empty.

 

It takes me less than a second to figure out what has taken place and where Scott is.  Part of me says to drop everything and fly to his side.  Alkali Lake holds the keys to so much of our identity.  I don’t go though.  I know Scott.  He won’t do anything stupid.  He loves me and I know that it’s the kind of love I don’t deserve.  But today is his wedding day.  It makes sense to me that he would want to spend the day with his bride, and I am not hurt by this.  I close the box, return it to its spot on the bed then turn out the lights, shut the door and return to the room he and I share.  He’ll be back.

 

It’s late when the door swings open.  The scent of cold, sweat and sadness awakens my body almost instantaneously.  Scott removes his leather jacket, then stretches on the bed face down with his head on his arms.

 

I push myself up on an elbow and keep my tone casual.  “So how did it go?”

 

He knows I know and refuses to meet my gaze.  He’s quiet for a long time before he answers.  “I gave her the ring.  I told her about you and me.  I think she would understand.”

 

His lower lip trembles at his words and unconsciously my thumb brushes across it.  He leans into the touch and I notice how cold his cheek is against my hand.

 

“I know I’ll never replace Jean, Scott.” 

 

Scott leans into me then, snuggling into my arms, seeking the warmth I possess.  He sniffled and cried for only a few moments.  Then he raised his gaze and finally met my own. 

 

“As long as you promise me to never leave me and make me live without you, I will be fine.  You did replace Jean, Logan, and you’ve given me so much more than I could have ever dreamed of.  You are the one who can never be replaced.”

 

As he speaks something cool and metallic slides onto my finger.  I look down at the plain silver band that matches the one on Scott’s own hand.  Scott looked at me, cracked a crooked little smile.

 

“It’s still my wedding day Logan.  I love you so much.”

 

As we settle into sleep, I inhale the scent of my husband and smile.  Yep, I know Scott.  I know that he is a man that is full of surprises, and who gives me the kind of love I never thought I would deserve.  I just can’t wait for the honeymoon to start!

 

End.