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As the dawn broke over the newly restored mansion, the hallways were filled with a renewed sense of purpose. Scott Summers had officially taken up the mantle as the new leader of the X-Men and the Head Professor of the school. It was a heavy burden, but one he carried with pride, determined to honor the legacy of Professor Xavier.

Rory had found her place as the new teacher of Sciences, bringing her unique flair to the classroom. Her passion for knowledge was infectious, and her students adored her. But it was the moments between classes, those fleeting minutes when she'd drop by Scott's office, that truly made her day.

"Okay, Professor," she'd tease with a mischievous grin, tugging gently at his tie. The way his breath would catch, the spark in his eyes—it was a game they both enjoyed, a reminder that amidst the responsibilities, there was still room for love.

Outside, in the tranquil school garden, two graves stood side by side—Charles and Jean, forever a part of the place they had fought to protect. It was a place of peace, where students and teachers alike would come to reflect and remember. Scott often found himself there, Rory by his side, her hand in his, offering silent comfort.

Back inside the mansion, life continued. Logan, still grappling with his grief, spent more time training the younger mutants, channeling his emotions into something productive. He was rough around the edges, but the students respected him, sensing the depth of his experience and the strength he offered them.

Storm, ever the nurturing presence, welcomed the new students with open arms. She continued to teach with the same dedication, ensuring that each mutant who walked through the doors of the mansion felt at home. Her classroom was a place of learning and growth, a testament to the enduring spirit of the X-Men.

Marie, now free from the burden of her powers, found herself adjusting to a new kind of normal. She embraced the newfound ability to touch without fear, reconnecting with those around her in ways she never could before. Though the memories of her powers lingered, she was grateful for the chance to live without them, to start fresh.

And through it all, Scott and Rory remained the heart of the mansion. Their love, forged in the fires of battle and loss, grew stronger with each passing day. They were partners in every sense of the word, leading the school together, supporting each other in their moments of doubt, and finding joy in the simple, quiet moments they shared.

The school thrived under their care, a beacon of hope for mutants everywhere. And as the sun set on another day, Scott pulled Rory close, pressing a kiss to her temple as they stood on the balcony overlooking the mansion grounds.

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One afternoon, after a particularly long meeting with the faculty, Scott returned to his office. As he sat down, loosening his tie, the door creaked open, and Rory peeked inside.

"Busy, Professor?" she asked with a playful lilt in her voice, stepping into the room.

"Never too busy for you," Scott replied, his lips curving into a small smile as he leaned back in his chair.

Rory walked over to him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She reached out, straightening his tie before pulling him closer. "You know, you've been working too hard. You should take a break."

"And what do you suggest?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

"Oh, I have a few ideas," Rory teased, brushing her lips against his ear. She let go of his tie and stepped back, the grin on her face widening as she watched him struggle to maintain his composure.

"Rory..." Scott began, but she silenced him with a quick kiss, her hand resting on his chest.

"Okay, Professor," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "Don't keep me waiting."

With that, she turned and left the room, leaving Scott to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He watched her go, a mixture of amusement and desire in his eyes. The warmth of her touch lingered, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for the woman.

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"Do you ever think about what it would have been like... if things had gone differently?" Rory asked one day, her voice soft as she traced the letters on Jean's headstone.

"All the time," Scott admitted, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "But I know one thing for certain—I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now."

Rory looked at him, her eyes searching his. "And where's that?"

"With you," he said simply, his gaze steady.

"I agree," she promised, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Always."

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In the quiet of their shared room, Rory sat cross-legged on the bed, her hands glowing faintly as she toyed with her powers. Reality seemed to shimmer around her, the edges of the room bending and warping slightly as she concentrated. She was exploring the limits of her abilities, pushing herself just a little further each time.

Scott stood in the doorway, watching her with a soft smile on his face. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice him slip inside, moving silently across the room. He reached out and gently brushed his fingers against her arm.

Startled, Rory gasped, losing control for just a moment. The room responded to her panic, the walls warping wildly, the bed shifting beneath them, and objects flying off the shelves. A lamp tumbled to the floor, shattering into pieces.

"Scott!" she cried, trying to rein in her powers as the room continued to twist and contort.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Scott said, laughing softly as he reached out to steady her. "I didn't mean to scare you."

With a deep breath, Rory managed to regain control, and the room settled back into its usual shape. She looked around at the mess she had unintentionally created and then back at Scott, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry," she murmured, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her. "I didn't mean to—"

Scott shook his head, still smiling. "Don't worry about it. It's just a lamp. And besides," He moved closer, sitting beside her on the bed. "I'll take full responsibility for that. I should've known better than to sneak up on someone with reality-warping powers."

Rory playfully nudged him with her shoulder, still smiling. "I'm just glad I didn't turn you into a toaster or something."

Scott grinned, his hand resting on her knee. "I'd make a pretty lousy toaster."

After a moment, Rory's expression softened, her eyes meeting his. "Scott... can I see your eyes again? I always feel like I can see the real you when I do."

Scott's smile turned tender. He didn't hesitate as he carefully removed his visor, revealing the familiar red glow of his eyes. Rory looked into them, not with shock—she'd seen them before many times—but with a deep, steady connection that always seemed to draw them even closer.

She gently cupped his face, her thumb brushing along his cheek. "I love seeing this side of you," she whispered, her voice full of warmth.

He leaned into her touch, his heart swelling with love. "And I love that you're not afraid to."

Rory moved closer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The world around them felt distant, like everything else had faded away, leaving just the two of them in this moment. When they pulled back, Rory rested her forehead against his, her fingers still tangled in his hair.

"You're my constant, Scott," she said softly. "In the midst of all the chaos, you're the one thing that always makes me feel at home."

Scott's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "And you're mine, Rory. Always."

As they sat together, the room around them was calm once again. Rory's powers settled, reflecting the peace she felt being close to Scott, knowing that no matter what chaos the world threw at them, they would always have each other.

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