Heavy things won't fly (August prompt for fandom_muses)

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Heavy things won't fly
And the sky might catch on fire
And burn the axis of the world

Scott is standing in the ruins of the mansion. He looks at the burned-out walls, at the shell of a Sentinel that Wolverine gutted. He picks up some pulverized brick, runs it through his fingers.

"Why did you let this place die?"He doesn't have to turn around

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[canadianclaws]

Logan doesn't sleep much. His body recharges too easily for long hours of slumber. If he's been drinking, or trying to heal from something bigger than a flesh wound, he can sleep a little longer. But for the most part, his sleep is short, infrequent, and light, and he'll wake up at the slightest sound of danger.

So when his lover, lying next to him in the bed they share, begins to scream and thrash, Logan is awake and alert the instant it begins. His eyes adjust to the darkness in seconds, and he turns to find Scott, eyes still closed, screaming and convulsing. Nightmare, Logan thinks. He's seen it before. Scott's a man with a lot of demons, and it's no surprise to Logan that they haunt him in his sleep

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Jean is touching him and he's on fire and then he's looking at the ceiling of the bedroom, and there are hands on him, and he sits bolt upright and cries out the name before he can choke it down.

"Emma!"

He knows it isn't her; the setup of the room is wrong, and the weight of the hands that are holding him is wrong, and he knows that he should be used to sharing Logan's bed by now.

"I'm sorry," he says, and leans over, resting his head on Logan's shoulder. "I'm glad you're here. It's just. . ." It's just that if Emma had been here, she wouldn't have let it get this far. She would have crawled into his dream and spun things around, redirected the energy, made herself part of the dream. It had bothered him, sometimes, that she did this, but he realizes now, a little guiltily, that he misses it. "It's just a dream," he told Logan. "It's stupid. I'm sorry."

[canadianclaws]

Logan reaches to put an arm around Scott and pulls him closer, rubbing his fingers over the curve of his shoulder. They're sitting up in the bed, against the headboard, the sheets in their laps tangled from Scott's convulsions.

Logan doesn't say anything at first, and barely even thinks about the name Scott called. For all that it feels like he and Scott have been doing this forever, Scott was with Emma for much longer. It's natural. Logan has to wonder how much time it took for Scott to stop yelling Jean's name when he was in bed with Emma.

"What demon was it tonight?" Logan asks, finally. He's not sure he expects Scott to answer, but it's worth a shot.

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"It was just a dream," he says, automatically, and realizes that he's started to try and pull away from Logan, without even meaning to.

Emma never would have let him get away with that. He couldn't have gotten away with that, because of her power. It's not really fair, he thinks, to treat Logan differently because he didn't have that same ability. Besides, he had grown to realize in recent years, that there was a positive side to talking through all the mess in his head. And Logan did ask.

Scott leans closer against him now and begins, "I was back in Westchester." He swallows hard, then looks at Logan to try and figure out how much he wants to say. "Jean was there."