The X-ray scans of Logan's skeleton were displayed on the large screen in the lab, the faint outlines of adamantium laced through his bones clear as day. Scott stood beside Rory, trying to decipher the plan of Magneto while Jean explained the statistics on the survival of the procedure Logan must have gone through.

"Who did this to him?" Scott inquired.

"He doesn't know nor does he remember anything about his life before it happened," Jean answered.

"Experimentation on mutants." Charles sighed, "It's not unheard of, but I've never seen anything like this before."

Scott scruffed his brow, "What do you think Magneto wants with him?"

"I'm not entirely sure it's him that he wants," Professor Xavier mused aloud, his voice tinged with frustration as he stared at the scans. His words were meant more for himself than for the others, but Scott and Rory listened intently.

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Rory had been tasked with setting Logan up in his new room, something she knew wouldn't be too much trouble despite his gruff exterior. As she walked into the modest yet comfortable space, she flicked on one of the lamps, casting a warm glow around the room.

"I think you'll be comfortable here," she said with a soft smile, trying to add a gentle warmth to her words.

Logan's eyes scanned the room before settling back on her, a light smirk playing on his lips. "Where's your room?" he asked, his tone carrying a hint of mischief.

"Just down the hall, with Scott," she replied, unfazed by his attitude. "I'll be there if you need anything."

Logan raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. "Is that your gift? Putting up with that guy?"

Rory chuckled softly, shaking her head. "No, I couldn't get enough of him even if I tried. I'm a reality warper, able to bend reality to my will."

His smirk faltered slightly, curiosity creeping into his features. "Really? What kinds of realities?"

Before she could respond, Logan suddenly tensed as the room began to warp—the paintings transformed into ones from a century before, and the wood seemed to age with time.

"All kinds of realities," Rory continued calmly, observing him closely. "I can also read into people's emotions if I try hard enough."

Logan's breath quickened as he struggled to shake off the intense feeling. "What, like Jean?"

"Nowhere near that powerful," Rory admitted, her tone modest. "But she's teaching me to develop it."

Logan huffed, his smirk returning though it was more guarded now. "I'm sure she is. So go on—read my emotions."

Rory hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. "I'd rather not."

"Come on," Logan pressed, his voice dropping to a lower, almost challenging tone. "Afraid you might like it?"

"I doubt it," she replied firmly, her voice steady.

Taking a deep breath, Rory stepped closer, placing her hands gently on either side of Logan's head. As her fingertips made contact with his temples, she closed her eyes, focusing on the flood of emotions that poured into her.

At first, she felt his raw, intense longing—an emotion he tried to mask with bravado. Beneath that, there was a deeper mix of rage and fear, swirling together in a chaotic blend that made her heart ache for him. Then, another longing emerged, one that overshadowed all others. He wanted his memories back, the missing pieces of his past that haunted him every waking moment.

Logan's eyes searched her face, his rough exterior cracking just enough to reveal the turmoil inside. "What do you feel?" he asked, his voice rougher now, almost vulnerable.

Rory opened her eyes slowly, her own heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to respond.

Before she could say anything, she noticed Scott standing in the doorway, his expression one of disapproval.

"Scott," Rory mumbled, sensing his tension. Scott's jaw was clenched, and Rory took this as her cue to exit.

"Goodnight, Logan," she said, her voice soft but firm as she left the room.

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Scott

Scott moved aside as Rory left to go to their shared room. Though he trusted Rory completely, a dark wave of jealousy and possessiveness briefly overtook him. He scolded himself for such childish feelings before Logan broke the silence.

"So, you gonna tell me to stay away from your girl?" Logan said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the tension.

Scott balled his fists, his agitation rising at Logan's audacity. "If I had to do that, she wouldn't be my girl."

Logan's smirk widened, unfazed. "Hmm. Well, then, I guess you've got nothing to worry about, do you, Cyclops?"

Scott's eyes narrowed. "Yeah, it must burn you up that a guy like me saved your life, huh? You ought to be careful. I might not be there next time."

As Logan began to turn away, Scott's voice sharpened. "Oh, and Logan—stay away from my girl."

Logan's smirk faded slightly, replaced by a more serious expression as he shut the door, leaving Scott to wrestle with his turbulent emotions.

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Scott walked into his shared dimly lit room. He saw Rory, wet hair splayed across her shoulders as she gently combed through it. Her posture dropped as she saw Scotts unsettled expression.

Gently, she turned her chair around the face the man, hoping to ease just a bit of tension. He clenched his jaw before finally letting out his pent up emotions. 

Scott tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair and moved toward her, his expression a mix of frustration and unresolved anger.

"What the hell was that, Rory?" Scott's voice was harsh, his emotions spilling over. "I leave for one day, and suddenly you're all over Logan?"

Rory wanted to snap back, but she held her tongue, understanding why he felt the way he did. She set the brush aside and stood up, facing him. "I was just trying to help him. He's had a rough time. It wasn't about getting close to him. I was just doing my job."

Scott's gaze softened slightly, though his defensiveness lingered. "It's not just that. It's seeing him come in here and act like he can just waltz into our lives. It makes me uncomfortable." 

Rory took a step closer, her eyes searching his. "I understand you're upset, but you know I'm here for you. I've always been. If there's something you need to talk about, just tell me."

Scott's frustration seemed to reach a breaking point. He reached out, pulling Rory into a tight embrace. "It's not just about Logan," he muttered into her hair. "It's about you. About us. I don't want to feel like I'm losing you."

Rory felt a pang of guilt and love. She gently cupped his face, making him look at her. "You're not losing me. I'm right here. I love you and no other man could even come close to taking that from you."

Before she could say more, Scott's lips crashed against hers in a passionate kiss, fueled by the mix of frustration and longing. Rory responded with equal fervor, her fingers threading through his hair as she melted into the kiss. The kiss was both fiery and tender, a release of the pent-up emotions between them.

Scott's hands roamed down her back, pulling her closer as if trying to anchor himself to her presence. Rory's breath hitched, and she pressed into him, her hands exploring the familiar contours of his body.

As the kiss deepened, Scott's grip on her softened, the anger gradually melting away, replaced by a need to feel close to her. Rory could feel the tension easing from him, the kiss becoming more about reassurance than about conflict.

Finally, they broke apart, both breathless and slightly flushed. Scott looked into her eyes, his expression a mixture of vulnerability and tenderness. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice husky. "I just... needed to remind myself that you're here."

Rory smiled softly, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "I'm always here, Scott. We'll get through this together."

Scott sighed, pulling her into another embrace, his forehead resting against hers. "I just don't want to feel like I'm fighting for your attention or your love. I want us to be solid, no matter what's going on around us."

Rory nodded, her heart aching with affection for him. "We are solid. And I love you. Nothing and no one is going to change that."

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the warmth of their closeness soothing the lingering tension. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and their steady breaths. It was a quiet, intimate reassurance that despite the chaos of the outside world, they had each other.

As they finally pulled back slightly, Scott placed a gentle kiss on Rory's forehead. "Goodnight, Rory."

Rory smiled, her heart full. "Goodnight, Scott."