Loss and Gain, Give and Take.
By Lady Lupin Lycanthrope.
Fandom: X-Men, Movie-verse.
Pairing: Scott/Logan
Rating: R-ish.
Warning: Mpreg(duh), lots of sap at the end, and maybe some spelling errors.
Summary: The ever popular 'Jean comes back' story. With an mpreg twist.
Parts: 1/1.
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The storm was getting worse. Logan squinted as he tried to see through the swirling snow. This wasn't good. He was on one of Canada's back roads, 70 miles from the nearest town. This storm had come out of nowhere, and Scott's motorcycle didn't offer any protection. At any other time, this wouldn't be a major problem, as his healing factor would take care of any damage the cold weather might do. This particular storm, however, it was a problem.
Logan noticed a dark shape in the distance, and realized it was a log cabin as he road toward it. Good. Hopefully it would be abandoned, as he wasn't about to beg for shelter. He brought the motorcycle to a stop in front of the cabin, grabbed his large duffel bag, and made his way to the door. He knocked twice, and when nobody answered, opened it. He gave a sigh of relief at the spartan interior and thick layer of dust, an obvious sign that this place had been abandoned for quite some time. The place had only two rooms. The larger had a fireplace, and a bare mattress was shoved into one corner of the room. A check of the other reviled a small bathroom.
Logan grinned at his good fortune, but the grin quickly changed into a wince of pain as he felt a twinge in his lower back. Rubbing the small of his back with one hand, he made his way over to the fireplace. He dropped his duffel bag down next to it, opened it, and pulled out an old newspaper and some matches. After making a small fire, he pulled the cot over and lay down on his side, sending up a cloud of dust. Normally he would have cleared it off first, but after seven strait hours on the road, he just had to lie down. That kind of activity took a lot out of someone in his condition.
As the room began to heat up, Logan sat up just enough to remove his coat and bunch it up under his head, using it as a pillow.
In this position, the pain in his back wasn't as bad. He knew that this was only the beginning, however. There was a lot more pain to come. But he could handle it, he had before. And hopefully, this time would turn out better then the last.
Logan gave a quiet sigh and ran one hand over his hugely swollen stomach. As if sensing the movement, the unborn child began to kick. Logan felt it high up on his belly, which was another indication it wouldn't be much longer. He had felt the weight in his stomach shift a few days ago as the unborn prepared for birth, turning itself head down. Another twinge made him wince, and the pain bled into his lower abdomen. After fifteen minutes of steady twinges, the first proper contraction ripped through his body, making him yelp involuntarily. Breathing deeply, he braced himself for he next one.
Instead, he felt a strange wetness between his legs, and suddenly his sweat pants were soaking wet. Groaning, he pulled them off.
His water had broke. Labor was well underway. As he felt the next contraction, he wished with all his heart that Scott was here with him. But Scott was long gone, was probably curled up with Jean at this very moment. Logan closed his eyes and wondered how he had ever let himself fall in love with that man. How he ever let himself be seduced.

Ten months earlier....

Logan heard quiet sobs coming from down the hall and sighed.
Scott was taking the death of Jean Gray really hard. And Logan couldn't blame him.He slipped out of bed, and made his way down the hall to the room Scott had once shared with Jean. When Logan opened the door, he was confronted with the sight of Scott, curled up on his side, and hugging Jeans pillow.
Scott woke up as Logan made his way into the room. "Logan, is that you?"
Logan didn't answer, just sat on the edge of the bed. And Scott just sat up, let go of Jean's pillow, and threw his arms around Logan's shoulders.
Logan had been spending at least part of every night in Scott's room sense they got back from Washington three weeks ago.
Usually Scott would cry on Logan's shoulder for awhile, then he would go back to sleep. Tonight, however, something was different. Logan didn't know what, but he was certain of the change.
Scott had stopped crying, and was now just resting his head on Logan's shoulder. Logan wasn't sure how what happened next really happened. But Logan turned his head at the same moment Scott lifted his. Their lips touched lightly, then more strongly. All hesitation was forgotten, and Logan spent the night in Scott's bed. Logan wished that he had had the sense to end it right then and there, before he got in too deep. But he didn't. He had come back again the next night. And the next. And the next. They never spoke, only fucked. Before he knew it, two months had past, and Logan's heart was totally lost. And that was when their little piece of domestic bliss had come to an abrupt end. Jean had come back from the dead.
It had happened just as suddenly as her death. She had just walked in the front door one morning and, to the shock of everyone in the dining room, sat down at the breakfast table as if people rising from the dead was a perfectly normal occurrence. Everyone had gathered around. Scott and Ororo had cried and Kurt had offered prayers of thanks for the 'divine healing'. Logan had left the room. This only meant one thing to him. Scott would go back to Jean, and Logan would be alone again.
His theory was confirmed later that day. Logan had been sitting on the window seat in his bedroom, looking out at the setting sun. The door had opened, and Scott had come in. For what seemed like a lifetime, they stayed as still and quiet as a pair of statues.
Everything in the room was washed red by the setting sun, and Logan had tried half-heartedly to remember what movie the seen reminded him of. Before he could think of it, however, Scott's voice cut the silence like a hot knife through butter.
"Logan......um......about........"
"I know what you're gonna say, One-Eye." Logan had interrupted, "Now do us both a favor and just get out."
There had been another silence. Then Scott had turned and walked out the door. The soft click of it closing behind him had been like a gunshot to Logan's heart.
Logan had left that very night. Taken Scott's bike and gone back to Canada. Picked up his life right where he'd left it before he'd met Rouge. He really missed her, almost as much as he missed Scott, but he couldn't bring himself to call. To have to explain why he'd broken his word and ran out on her. Needless to say, when he'd started to feel sick about a month after leaving, he blamed it on nerves and guilt. But as it continued, morning after morning, he couldn't help but remember the last and only time he'd been this ill. About fifteen years earlier.
He'd pushed the thought from his mind. It couldn't be that. He'd only let Scott be on top once. And yet the sickness continued. And soon enough, he began to feel tired all the time, and couldn't find the energy to cage fight anymore.His chest began to hurt, and his nipples grew darker and highly sensitive. But when he found himself sitting in his motel room at 3AM, sobbing for no god damn reason, he just had to face the facts. He wasn't with flu, he was with child.
Once he was finally able to admit it to himself, it was like a heavy weight had been lifted from him. Okay, so he was pregnant. He'd been pregnant before, it wasn't totally new. Granted, last time hadn't turned out so well, but this time it would be different. He'd make sure of that. This child growing inside his body was his last link to Scott, and he would keep it safe.
Another month passed. Logan estimated himself to be about 41/2 months along, judging by the date of the one and only time Scott had taken him. The morning sickness stopped, to his relief, and suddenly food wasn't his enemy, it was his dearest friend. He abruptly craved pickles and strawberry ice cream 24/7, and stuffed his face every chance he got. Needless to say, it wasn't long before his jeans began to feel strained in the front. He ignored it at first, but then came the day when he couldn't get them zipped. A look at his profile in the mirror of yet another motel confirmed it. His pregnancy was indeed showing, and those tight jeans just weren't going to fit anymore. He had no choice for the time being but to leave them open and pull his baggy flannel shirt down over it till he made it to the next town, where he bought several pairs of large sweat pants.
As his pregnancy progressed, he took to staying at a motel for several nights, instead of just one as was his norm. Riding for days on end was something he just didn't have the energy to do, and he began to feel more tired and short-winded now that his unborn had gone mobile on him.He had first felt the baby move late one night after settling back in bed after a trip to the bathroom. He had been resting one hand on his stomach, muttering to himself about ungrateful brats sitting on his bladder, when his hand had jumped by itself. Shocked and then excited, he had watched for almost an hour as the skin on his ever-growing belly moved with the pressure of little feet underneath. It was such a wonderful feeling it had literally brought tears to his eyes. His only regret was the Scott wasn't there to feel it too.
Another reason for the longer hotel stays was the strain on his lower back, which got progressively worse as his baby grew. By the time he was 8 1/2 month pregnant, his back was in constant agony, and the skin on his belly was stretched so tightly it was painful as well. As he tried to get comfortable in bed that night, he wished with all his heart that this would just end, though he still had no idea how he was going to care for this kid once it was out. However, God apparently decided to take pity on Logan, because as soon as Logan got out of bed the next morning, he realized that something was off. Getting up had been much harder then it had been yesterday, and so was walking to the bathroom. It took him a few minutes for him to figure out what had happened, but he realized that the baby had shifted downward when he felt it kick up higher then the night before. Three days later, while making his way through the snow to the next town, he felt the first signs of labor start up in his back.

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Logan bit his lip to keep from screaming out loud. For some reason, he didn't remember labor being this damn painful. According to his wristwatch, he'd now been in active labor for nearly sixteen hours. The contractions were now coming with nearly no time in between, and were lasting much longer. It wouldn't be much longer, he could feel it. He was drenched with sweat, but didn't even notice. The contraction ended, and Logan collapsed back onto the cot, panting loudly. Dimly, he thought he heard the distant roar of an engine, but another contraction push the thought out of his mind. This one was different. He felt pressure build between his legs. Time to start pushing.

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Scott Summers drove down the back road, following the remote signal on his bike, and praying Logan hadn't sold it.The signal was getting stronger, meaning he was getting closed to his bike, and hopefully, to Logan. It had taken him a month to work up the nerve to go and find Logan, and could only hope he wouldn't be killed on sight. And after the way he had treated the older man, he really couldn't really blame him.
Scott had missed Logan right form the beginning. The very first night, he and Jean had made love, but Scott found no joy or pleasure in it what so ever. He blamed that on Logan being on top for two months, but didn't say so to Jean. He told himself it was only a matter of time before he got back to normal, and enjoyed sex with Jean again. After Logan had been gone for about seven months, he couldn't even pretend. So he started making all sorts of excuses to not come to bed until Jean was asleep. Test grading, repaires on the blackbird, anything that came to mind. It was on one of these late night test grading sessions that he came to a conclusion. He was no longer in love with Jean.
He had sat down his pen and buried his face in his hands. OK, he didn't love Jean, so it was wrong for him to be in a relationship with her. He spent the entire night soul searching, and came to the stunning realization that Logan had helped him deal with the death of Jean, and that he had healed and moved on. Now that he was faced with the chance to have Jean back, it was like being with a dead person.
It just wasn't the same as if he had never mourned her death. Now he wanted to be with someone else. He wanted to be with Logan. Suddenly, Scott felt much, much lighter. And when Jean arrived at breakfast that morning and demanded in front of the whole school where he had been, Scott took full advantage of the situation and explained to her that they were over, that he was moving on, and that he wanted to be with Logan. Later that morning he was moving to another room and was happier then he'd been in months. Now came the hard part. Getting what he wanted. Logan. After just up and leaving whatever sort of relationship they had had, how could he possibly face him again?
After a month, Scott had finally worked up the nerve to go after Logan. All of the vehicles at the school were equipped with tracking devices, including his motercycle. So if Logan still had it, finding him would be simple.
Scott was pulled out of his memories abruptly by the sight of something up ahead. The signal on the radar was stronger then ever, and Scott stopped in front of a log cabin. The storm had stopped a few hours ago, or he might have missed it. He climbed out of the car and made his way toward the door, passing a giant pile of snow he assumed was his buried motercycle. Before he could knock, however, a loud scream emerged from within. Scott abandoned knocking and thrust open the door.

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Logan was preparing to start pushing when he heard the door open. He looked up and was greeted with the last person he'd ever have expected to see.
"Scott?"
The other man was frozen in the doorway. Logan was about to say something else when another contraction hit, catching him off- guard and wrenching another scream from him.
The noise seemed to wake Scott up from his daze. He crossed the room and knelt at Logan's side. "Logan, what's happening?" Scott took in Logan's pain filled face and sweat soaked brow.
Logan couldn't answer. Another contraction hit, and he bore down hard, feeling the baby's head begin to crown. Scott took in the motion, then lifted Logan's baggy flannel shirt and looked between the older man's spread legs. "Logan!?"
Logan pushed again, and the child's head appeared entirly.
Scott looked up at Logan's face, then moved between Logan's legs and gently cradled the child's head. Logan pushed one last time, and the rest of the baby slid out in a rush of blood. Scott looked down at the bloody little mess of child as Logan worked to get rid of the afterbirth. It was coughing, trying to cry, and Scott realized the baby's throat was clogged. Gently, he reached one finger into the baby's mouth and cleared away the clog. The baby's first cry filled the air.
"Scott?"
Scott looked up at the sound of Logan's voice. The other mutant was looking at him hopefully. Scott smiled at him. "It's a......", he looked down,"Boy."
SNIKE!
Scott looked up at the sound of Logan's claws, but the older man just cut the baby's cord. Scott pulled the laces out of one of his boots and tied it off. He then took of his coat and wrapped the baby in it. Smiling despite the weirdness of the situation, he handed the child to his mother. Logan took his newborn son in his arms, staring down at the tiny red face in total awe.
"He's OK. Nothing's wrong. He's healthy."
"But is he mine?"
"Of course. Who else could it be?" Logan shot him a nasty look.
Scott didn't say anything else, just looked on. He had a ton of questions, but he could ask them later. It was obvious Logan was about to fall asleep.

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Several hours later, Logan woke to the sound of crying.
Opening his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of Scott holding their son, trying to quiet him. Logan sat up slowly. Scott looked up.
"I can't quiet him. He wants fed, but I don't have anything to give him."
"Give him to me." Scott gave him the baby. Logan held him in one arm, and began to unbutton the front of his shirt. Scott couldn't help but stare as Logan put the child to his chest and began nursing the baby.
"Logan, how did this happen?"
Logan looked down at the baby. He was pleased to see that the newborn looked just like Scott. "I guess you have the right to know about the conception of our son. My best guess was that this was something conceived by Stryker." Logan looked up . "When I first got out of the lab about sixteen years ago I was pregnant. It didn't make sense to me. I might not have remembered much, but I did remember that I was a guy, and that guys don't have babies." Logan looked down at the baby again. "That pregnancy didn't go so well, and the baby was born dead."
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you here, Scott? I left because I couldn't stand seeing you with Jean. Why arn't you with her?"
"Jean and I are no longer together. It didn't take long for me to realize that letting you leave was a big mistake." Scott gently took the hand that wasn't supporting the baby. "I came after you because I wanted to be with you, Logan. Please say you'll come back with me."
Logan blinked away tears. "Damn, Scott. Get all romantic while my hormones are still screwed up. Yeah, I'll go back with you."
Scott grinned and pulled Logan in for a quick hug. the baby boy whimpered at the sudden movement. Scott gently ran his hand over the brown baby fuzz that covered the boy's head.
"Good. Now we can discuss more important things, like what to name our son."

The End.