Title: Blaze Of Glory

Author: Jemisard

Fandom: X-Men movie verse
Pairing: Logan/Scott
Rating: R
Status: New, Complete
Series/Sequel: "Traitorous Thoughts" Part 5.

E-mail address for feedback: kalika@senet.com.au
Disclaimers: They aren't mine. You know that. I'm just borrowing them.
Thanks:Erika, my wonderful friend, you have kept me inspired like no other. Also, Nadja, you have been wonderful to me, and so patient waiting for me to get around to doing things for you. Hayate, thank you for the wonderful pictures that continue to make me smile.
Summary:After the reconciliation, things should end with happily ever after. Unfortunately, they don't always.
Warnings:Slash themes, violence, character death.

I awoke wrapped in a strong pair of arms. That has always been the big difference, between a male lover and female. A male, you don't have to be scared of hurting. A man can give what he gets.

I smiled and brushed a hand over those cheekbones that have held me captive long before my heart wanted. You stirred and smiled slowly, sleepily, lids gently closed against those deadly red eyes. You hugged me closer and I wondered if life could be anymore perfect.

I felt like someone had shown me heaven and told me I could keep that feeling forever.

You slowly sat up and reached for your glasses. I grabbed them and slid them on your face, nestling them close against the flawless skin with a gentle kiss to your lips.

You deepened the kiss briefly, before pulling back and smiling, laughing about needing a wake up coffee before you felt human.

I pointed out that we aren't human, and you just smiled and looked down, before you said that you knew that, but it was the closest you got.

I pulled you back into my arms and kissed you again, and wished I could stay here, in this bed, in your arms, for the rest of our lives.

I love you so much, it hurts inside my chest, and I am so scared for you, and even for myself.

Because they won't kill me, but they'll kill you if they catch you.

You turn to me, face somber, and ask me to give the explanations that I couldn't give last night.

I start to tell you. I tell you that I was sent to spy on you, that they control my life, and that you are the only thing that has been my choice.

You sit, you listen, you always were good at listening, and I see tears on your cheeks, but it doesn't matter, because there are tears on mine as well.

I tell you about her, and how they killed her to ensure my loyalty, and you understand why I was so cruel to you, and you do not judge me for that, you hold me and kiss away each tear that falls, promising not to leave me until death drags you out the door screaming your defiance.

I start to tell you not to say that, when I hear the helicopter and the trucks squealing up to the hotel door.

We glance at each other and hurriedly dress, hoping to escape before they can find us, before they can take you away from me in a way so final that I can't stop them.

Goddamn, I couldn't survive losing you, I love you too much for that.

We dash for the door, and it's thrown open. They're here for us, for me, for your life.

We throw ourselves into action. You start firing off those deadly shot of yours, I never realised how fast and how controlled they were, until I see these guys disintegrating under you gaze.

I'm slashing at those who come to close, who mange to make their way past your gaze, and they fall screaming.

Next to me, I hear gunfire, and you howl with pain. I turn to see you lying on the ground, glasses still on, blood gushing from your chest.

I scream and start to kill anyone who I can reach, but they're restraining me, trying to drag me away.

I can't stop. You weakly raise you head, and your glasses have fallen off. Your eyes are shut, but pain contorts your features. I hear you whisper your words of love, eternal love, even beyond death.

I don't want to survive death without you. I tell you the same words, and ask you to take me with you.

You're sobbing as you die. I tear myself from them and grab your body, and they back away, knowing that I will have nothing to fight for once you die.

I kiss each eyelid, each deadly inferno hidden by soft skin, and I kiss your lips and ask you to take me with you, because there's no other way for me to follow.

And as our lips meet one last time, you open your eyes for me.

And your eyes are blue, the most beautiful colour I have ever seen.

The End