Requested: Nope

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Some swearing 

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You were working down in one of the labs in Charles Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters when the professor had asked you to come up to his office. You didn't need to properly attend the school because as one of your mutations, you were super smart so you had already finished school and helped Hank out sometimes; but you preferred to do your own thing in a separate lab. You liked to build cars and motorcycles but with special added functions for the X-Men.

"Hi professor." You said, walking into his office, wiping some of the engine oil that was on your hands onto your overalls. 

"Hello (y/n). Come take a seat next to Scott." The professor smiled, gesturing to one of two seats in front of his desk. Nodding you sat down next to Scott who didn't even look at you. Making you roll your eyes.

"Scott here has taken an interest in engineering. Since Hank is quite busy at the moment I thought that you could teach him the basics." Charles spoke softly, glancing between the pair of you.

You inwardly groaned. It's not that you hated Scott, it's just that you didn't particularly like him. You had a couple of mutual friends but despite that you just thought he was a bit too big for his boots.

 "But professor-" You started to protest but Charles cut you off.

"It'll be good for you." Charles spoke out, looking at you. You clenched your jaw then nodded you head. Standing up you headed towards the door.

"Come on, laser beam." You called back, walking off down the hall way. You heard Scott jogging to keep up with you.

"Don't call me that." Scott said in a monotone voice, walking along side you.

"I'll call you what I like. The fact that it pisses you off is just a bonus." You replied, turning into your lab. You heard Scott huff as you walked in.

Your lab was quite big, in the sense that it was where they kept all the cars and jets so that you could work on them. You had a couple of tables in one of the corners and a huge boom box where you liked to blast your music since the walls were sound proof. Tools, cogs and old scraps of wires and metal were scattered around the place. 

"How do you get up there?" Scott asked, standing near on of the jets you had been working on, one of the panels on the side was open, exposing the wires and gears. You just rolled your eyes at his stupidity. 

"I walk." You spat, sarcasm dripping from your words, "Since my mutation is that I am telekinetic, I fly." You added, turning to one of the many untidy tables. You heard Scott walking over to you and he looked down at the tables.

"So what will I be doing? Working on the jet? Or can I create some cool laser-" He started, getting very carried away, he picked up on of the little side projects that you had been working on. You slapped his hand and he dropped it.

"What on earth are you talking about? You probably can't even fix a simple engine, never mind one of the jets. Nah, you'll be working on this." You stated, turned on your heal and going into a side room, then you wheeled out a very battered and old motorcycle. 

"That?" Scott asked, one of his eyebrows raised behind his visor, you rolled your eyes.

"Fine if you don't want me to teach you-" You started, an exasperated tone in your voice, but Scott shook his head.

"No, no. I do." He stammered quickly, you smirked, then leaned the motorcycle on its side stand.

"Good. You can start by cleaning this thing up a bit. Then you will start to strip down all the old pieces so that you can eventually replace them with new ones." You instructed, walking over to the table and grabbing some tools that you would need.

"How is cleaning going to help me learn how to fix an engine?" Scott grumbled, picking up a sponge and bucket.

"We all have to start somewhere. Besides, since you're not as smart as I am, you'll have to learn step by step." You answered, hearing Scott grumble caused you to chuckle, "Get to work." You chimed, walking over to your boom box and putting in a Beatles tape.

You flew up to the jet you had been previously working on and began to fix the issues it had. As you worked you could hear Scott grumbling, which only inflated your ego. Occasionally you would hear Scott cursing loudly since you would make objects fly around the room, which scared him.     

The rest of the day was spent the two of you working separately, sometimes Scott would ask for help with something or start pestering you with stupid questions but you would just tell him to get back to work. Once it was the end of the day and the other students would have finished their classes, you told Scott that he could leave, however, he decided to stay until he had finished his final part of stripping the bike down.

"I'll give you credit, Summers. You have more determination than I thought." You mused as you flew down from the jet and started walking over to him, he just smirked.

"Did I just get a complement from the (y/n) (l/n)?" He asked in mock surprise, his hand pressed over his heart.

"Don't get used to it." You rolled your eyes, placed the tools in your hands on the table and walked over to the bike. Squatting down in front of it you studied his handy work.  

"Well, this isn't a half bad job." You sighed, looking at the frame of the bike and all the cogs and wires that were now exposed, seeing the smug look on Scotts face due to your praise you added, "Obviously I could have don better." 

You stood up and stretched, "When can I come back and work on it?" Scott asked, which surprised you since you though that you had made him decide to give up, due to your snarky remarks. 

"Whenever you like I guess, I'm in here pretty much all the time, so whenever." You shrugged, watching your hands in the sink and taking out all the tools in your pockets.

"However, I don't want you to work on it when I'm no here, got it?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him. You could see the confusion on Scotts face.

"Sure, but why?" He asked, as the pair of you walked out of the lab and towards the dining hall for supper.

"Because, you don't know what you're doing, and that can be dangerous, a lot of things can go wrong. Even I can make mistakes, doesn't happen often but when it does, it's bad." You stated, Scott nodded to show that he understood.

"That's fine. I'll see you tomorrow, gearhead." He grinned, then strode off to join his friends. You rolled your eyes and walked into the dining hall.

Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

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Over the next couple of weeks Scott would come into your lab everyday to work on the bike. You didn't mind his company so much now, at first you didn't want him around, he annoyed you. He still does, but he is more tolerable now. The two of you actually have nice conversations. While Scott would rewire the bike you would work on the cars or jets in the lab, and the pair of you would joke around.

A couple of weeks later you walked into the lab to find Scott bent double and the wires on the bike were sparking. Anger washed over you. You had told him specifically not to come into your lab if you weren't there.

"What the hell are you doing?" You snapped, walking over to him, arms crossed over your chest. Scott jumped and whirled around to face you, his face grimaced as he opened his mouth to answer.

"I just wanted to work on the bike." He mumbled, his hands clutched to his side, you could see blood oozing out from between his finger tips.

"What happened?" You asked, trying to keep your temper under control as you walked over to the bike and removed the wires that had caught alight. The sparks burnt your hands a bit but you were used to it.

"I was trying to add the right wires when they kinda exploded and they lashed out of the bike and cut my side." He stated, his head hung slightly. You groaned and ran a hand through your hair.

"Let me see." You grumbled, making a first aid kit fly across the room and open in front of you. Two stools glided over. Scott pulled up the side of his shirt and revealed a nasty looking cut. 

"Sit." You instructed, pointing to one of the stools, a coldness crept into your voice. He sat down and you sat on the other stool, "That's going to need stitches." You stated pulling out the things you needed to patch him up.

"See, this is what happens when you don't listen to me." You said after a couple of minutes of silence. 

"I didn't know you cared so much." Scott said, even though you weren't looking at him directly, you could hear him smirking.

"I don't." You snapped, continuing to stitch him up, "I only care about the fact that I could get into shit for your stupidity." You grumbled, finishing the stitching. 

"Hey, I'm not stupid. I managed to fix that bike up pretty good so far." He argued as you washed your hands in the sink, you scoffed loudly.

"Only because I was telling you what to do at every waking moment." You snapped, turning to face him, anger creeping up on you as you crossed your arms.

"You know just because you're smart doesn't mean that you are the best at everything." He stated, you could see that he was getting angry, "I can do things that you can't." He added, a smirk reappearing on his face. 

"That's likely." You spat, sarcasm dripping from your words, you rolled your eyes as he scoffed.

"You're such an arrogant arse." He snapped, standing up, but wincing slightly.

"Oh piss off, Scott." You rolled your eyes. Despite not being able to see his eyes, you could tell that he was glaring at you. He stormed out of the lab, leaving you alone with Nirvana playing softly in the background.

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It had been a couple of days since you and Scott had argued and he hadn't come back to your lab to continue his work. You refused to admit that you missed him, but secretly you did. You began to feel a little lonely in the lab. You missed the jokes the two of you shared and the conversations you two would have.   

Whenever you saw him in the corridors or around the school you would ignore him, he would look like he was about to say something to you but you would turn around and walk in the opposite direction he was going in.

Your friends had asked you what was going on but you just changed the subject. Ororo, one of your mutual friends, tried to get you to tell her your side of things since she had heard Scotts, but you refused to tell her anything, only saying that he was just being a prat.

One day you were working on one of the cars, lying of a plank of wood with metal wheels on it, fixing some loose screws as Metallica blasting out of your boom box. When some one called out. You made the volume of the music turn down and you rolled out from under the car. Scott was standing there, his hands twisting each other.

"What do you want?" You snapped, standing up and walking over to one of the tables and picking up some more tools.

"I just wanted to apologise." He mumbled, not looking at you. You turned to face him.

"Go on." You stated, your words were colder than usual. 

"I just wanted to say sorry for coming in here and messing up, I know I shouldn't have come in here without you. I just wanted to impress you and show you that I can do it by myself. And sorry for calling you an arrogant arse." He said, you could hear sadness in his voice, which made you soften up a little.

"You really did fuck up, didn't you?" You stated, running a hand through your hair as Scott looked at the floor and nodded.

"Fine. But I swear to god, Summers. If you ever come in here again when I'm not-" You started, Scott looked up a wide smile spread across his face, "I'll kick the shit out of you." You finished as he nodded enthusiastically. 

"I promise I won't do that again." He beamed as you sent him a small smile.

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The weeks proceed and everything between yourself and Scott was back to normal. You two continued to have a lot of laughs and deep conversations as you both worked on your projects. Although you had to help Scott out a lot, but something told you that he knew what he was doing but just wanted your attention, though you pushed this thought aside. 

To say that you were glad that the two of you were back on friendly terms was an understatement but you refused to show this, knowing that Scott would take the piss. So you continued to make jokes and sarcastic remarks, but Scott new that you didn't mean them. The two of you would exchange small glances, one of you catching the other staring then getting back to work quickly. 

Soon the bike was ready. You were proud of Scott for doing it and being so persistent and determined to fix it, even if you did have to help him every step of the way.

"Nice job, Scotty. Let's see if all your hard work has payed off." You grinned wheeling the bike out to the lab and out towards the drive way of the mansion. Scott followed suit.

You stood outside in front of the mansion and lent the bike on its side stand. You gestured for Scott of get on it. 

"Don't you want to ride it? It is your bike after all." He asked, confusion lacing his words.

"Oh I would love too, but you made it so it is only fitting that you should ride it first." You grinned at him, he sent you a smile then got on the bike. He pulled up the side stand then kick started the engine. Within seconds, he sped off down the drive. 

You whooped loudly as you heard Scott cheering loudly. You wouldn't wipe the smile that adorned your face, even if you tried. Scott rode back up to you with a grin, he leaned the bike back on its side stand and got off.

"You can keep it." You mused, looking from Scott to the bike. Scott gaped at you, you just sent him a soft smile, "You worked so hard on it, so you should keep it." You added, nodding to yourself. 

Scott smiled brightly at you. He strode towards you, put his hands either side of your face and kissed you. It was a short kiss but you enjoyed it none the less.

"Thank you." He whispered, his face still close to your own. You just smiled, "And sorry for kissing you." He added sheepishly, you just rolled your eyes.

"Don't ever apologise for doing that, laser beam." You laughed, Scott smiled and kissed you again.

"Don't call me that." He tried to sound serious but you could see him trying to hold back a smile.

"Ah, you love it." You just grinned at him as he pulled you into a hug.