An All New Romance

**I spent ages writing out an explanation in the first chapter, so you don't need to know anything X-Men to read! Rated Y for sexual innuendo, mild sexual scenes, mild violence and language. I wouldn't class it R, but I see that some people might.** With Scott Summers about to leave the rest of the time displaced, original X-Men to go travelling with his father, will Warren confess his feelings for the boy with the red sunglasses?


36. For Eternity

"I think we're just waiting on you now, Mr Summers." Bobby announced happily, as he entered the room.

"Really? Oh god. Okay. Do I look alright?" Warren twisted and posed in the mirror. "And you know you can't call me that until after the wedding."

"I still can't believe you're taking his name." Julian smiled up at the nervous groom from where he sat on the bed.

"Why? Would you prefer to make me Warren Keller, best man?" Warren teased, despite his nerves.

"You wish." Julian smirked.

"I'm not gonna lie, I feel a bit less special knowing he's the best man too." Bobby commented from the doorway.

"And Hank." Warren and Julian said together.

"Yeah, but Hank's always with Scott. So, that's different." He complained. "Hank gets Scott, Julian gets you. Who do I get?"

"You get the rings." Warren's eyes widened suddenly. "You have the rings, right?"

"Of course." Bobby laughed entering the room.

"Okay, good." Warren took a deep breath. "Damn, it's hot in here. Can't we open a window?"

"The windows are open, Warren." Julian suppressed laughter. "You really need to calm down."

"Here." Bobby took a plastic water bottle from the nightstand, holding it until a small amount of ice formed in the liquid, and tossed it to Warren.

Warren turned back towards the door. "Maybe I should just-"

Julian flicked his hand casually and the door slammed shut in Warren's face.

"Sit down, Warren." He ordered, smirking.

"What if he doesn't turn up? What if he's not ready? What if I mess up?" He took a swig from the cool water. "Does my hair look okay?"

"Dude! You're insane!" Bobby laughed. "Calm down!"

"Have you ever seen him this crazy?" Julian turned to Bobby, leaving Warren to tug and pull at his suit in the mirror.

"You should see Scott. You know he's like totally obsessive about normal things? Well, multiply that by about one hundred. I feel sorry for Hank." Both boys laughed.

"Warren, you look fine." Julian smirked.

"Are you sure?" Warren bit his lip and tilted his head at his reflection.

"Actually," Bobby teased. "Your wings are a little-"

"Bobby, if you finish that sentence, we will never leave this room and you will have a very angry Scott Summers after you." Julian warned. "That's not fun. Trust me."

"Do you think this tie is too black?" Bobby and Julian shot each other confused looks. Warren was getting really weird now.

"Hey, boys?" Laura appeared in the doorway. She wore a strapless, knee length, black bridesmaid's dress. "We are ready downstairs."

"Wow, Laura." Julian rushed over from the bed, sweeping the dark haired girl into his arms. "You look amazing."

"Thank you, Julian. You also look attractive." She kissed him, gently at first and then with more passion. That was one thing everyone had noticed. Since Julian had gotten back with Laura and moved to Canada for her, they were all over each other all the time. In training. In the cafeteria. In lessons. It was terrible. But it was also sort of romantic, and Warren was glad that they were happy.

"Guys! Can we not?!" Bobby spoke up, rolling his eyes.

"I apologize, Iceman." Laura replied sweetly, her eyes locked on Julian's. "I must have gotten carried away."

"Obviously." Bobby moaned.

"Oh!" She stepped back from Julian and produced a single red rose from a small, black clutch bag. "Warren, Hank says you need to wear this."

"But it's red." Warren stared at her, confused.

"Yes, Warren. It is. At least we know you can still see in colour." Julian teased.

"No, I mean. Scott said everything needed to be black and white." Warren began to worry again.

"What colour are Scott's glasses, Warren?" Julian raised his eyebrows, stifling laughter.



"When I saw him," Laura spoke up, tossing the rose to Bobby. "He was panicking about how his glasses didn't fit with the theme and how you needed something red or it would not work."

"You've seen him?" Warren gave up on the 'butterflies in your stomach' metaphor now, as those butterflies felt more like fighter jets. "How does he look? Is he nervous? Is he going to turn up?"

"Warren, he is already downstairs." Laura giggled slightly. "And he looks gorgeous."

"Oh my god." Warren pushed a hand through his hair, his heart beating fast, as Bobby attempted to pin the flower to his jacket.

"Ow!" Bobby exclaimed, stabbing himself in the finger for the sixth time. "Best man number two, can you put down your girlfriend and come help me out?"

"Sorry." Julian blushed, kissing Laura lightly on the cheek. "See you down there, beautiful."


"Jeez, Bobby. I'm coming!" He made his way over and took the flower from Bobby's hands.

"Julian," Warren took a deep breath. "What if this is too quick for him? Is this a stupid idea?"

"No. Why would you even say that? You and Scott are perfect for each other." Julian bit his lip lightly as his pinned the rose to Warren's jacket.

"I don't know. But I just can't stop thinking about how he thought our relationship was wrong originally. Maybe he doesn't want this."

"How could he not want this? He loves you. I've never seen anyone so in love. If he still cared what people thought, he wouldn't have come out in the first place."

"I'm just so scared, Keller." Warren confessed.

"I know." Julian shrugged. "But just think about the fact that, by the end of this, you'll be Warren Summers."

"Still sounds weird." Warren laughed slightly.

"You'll get used to it." Julian smiled. "Now, get your ass downstairs."

"How are you feeling?" Older Scott asked his younger self.

"Nervous." Scott blushed. "Isn't this weird for you?"

"Not really. I know how you feel about him. I'm happy for you. For us." He shrugged. "Although, the fact a teenage version of my ex-wife is the maid of honor is sort of strange." They both laughed. "Are you scared?"

"Yeah. Very."

"Why? You love him so much. What is there to be scared of?"

"This must be a big step for him." Scott sighed. "Warren's famously known for not doing commitment. This is about as committed as you can get!"

"Scott!" Jean rushed over, looking perfectly beautiful. "Hank and I have just sent Laura up to go get them."

"Seriously?" Scott took a deep breath. "Oh, wow. Okay."

"Relax!" She laughed.

"Okay. I can... Oh my god. What if he doesn't want me?" He looked at her in desperation.

"Are you kidding me?" She rolled her eyes. "You two can barely keep your hands off each other any other time! Why should today be any different?"

Scott blushed and looked down at his feet. "We're not that bad."

"True. You're not Julian and Laura." She teased. "Speaking of which, I should probably go check on her. Knowing Julian, he took one look at her in that dress and whisked her off to the nearest empty room."

"Thank you, Jean. For everything." He smiled a sincere smile before she walked away.

"I still love her, you know." Older Scott said, watching her. "Not in the way I - we - love Warren. But she taught me a lot. You need to stay close to her, okay? For me."

"I will. I promise." Scott smiled up at the man he would one day become. It was strange, but he didn't feel that weird about it all. He watched as his older counterpart left the room and headed outside to sit down with the rest of the guests.

"Are you ready?" Bobby appeared beside him, making him jump.

"Jesus, Bobby!" He took a steadying breath. "But yeah. I guess I am."

"You guess?" Julian quickly joined them, hand in hand with Laura.

"That seems to connote an air of uncertainty, Scott." She commented. "You are unsure?"

"No, he's fine." Jean smiled up at him, arriving back beside them. "It's just nerves."

"Exactly." Scott agreed. "Where's Hank?"

"He wanted to talk to Warren, so I left them together and came down here with Laura." Julian shrugged. "Something to do with Bobby and the rings."

"How is he?" Scott fiddled with his glasses nervously.

"Warren?" Julian smirked at the thought. "He's-"

"Completely insane." Bobby interjected. "Honestly, I've never seen him this weird."

"Is he having second thoughts?"

"Scott, shut up." Jean ordered softly.

"I know. Sorry. I'm just a bit worried." Scott admitted. "I mean, what if he doesn't want to do this?"

"I do, Scott." Warren spoke up as he entered the room. "I really do."

Scott's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. There was a cute smile on his lips, one Scott had never seen before. It was similar to his usual, arrogant smile, but there was a well-hidden hint of vulnerability behind it. As always, he looked perfect in a suit and held his wings up proudly.

"You look amazing." He whispered, taking Scott's hand and causing him to blush.

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself." Scott teased, squeezing Warren's hand gently. "Are you ready?"

Warren bit his lip and nodded. "Definitely."

The ceremony was beautiful, of course. Warren had wished he could steal Scott's glasses to hide the tears that lined his eyes. Everything was so perfect, and, for once, they just felt like normal guys. No mutations. No time travel. No regrets. Just two people who loved each other more than they could ever comprehend.

"You know," Alex leant casually on the bar beside Warren when the ceremony was over. "This is the third wedding my brother has had, and to be honest, it's definitely my favourite."

"Thanks." Warren smiled.

"You'll look after him, right?" Alex watched the way his brother chatted happily with the guests.

"Honestly, I've had this same talk from future me, future him, your dad and Jean. I'm not gonna let you down." Warren's eyes followed every slightest movement made by Scott's body. "There's no way I'm going to let him get hurt. I really love him."

"I know." Alex turned back to Warren. "I'm just worried. I never got to see him when he was your age. And now that I do, I can't help feeling a bit overprotective. Especially considering how much the real Scott hates me."

"I don't hate you, Alex." Older Scott appeared beside them.

"I'm gonna go..." Warren smiled, choosing to leave them alone together. He didn't like the idea of Scott falling out with the brother that his Scott missed and loved so much.

"Hello, Mr Summers." Scott purred, pulling Warren in for a soft kiss. "What's that look for?"

"Doesn't it bother you that you and Alex aren't close in the future?" Warren pouted slightly in confusion.

"Yeah, I guess. But I'm kind of glad that I find him again, y'know." Scott shrugged. "Why are you worrying about that now, anyway? We have more important things to think about."

"Yeah?" Warren raised his eyebrows.

"Yes! You have a speech to make." Scott kissed him again.

"I've noticed that you're kissing me a lot today." Warren commented, smiling proudly at the boy in his arms.

"I'm allowed to, you're my husband now." Scott whispered, trying to contain his happiness at the words.

"I am, aren't I, Mr Summers?"

"Yes, Mr Summers." Scott chuckled, before Warren leant in and kissed him again.

"I'm so lucky to have you, Scott."

"Scott," Warren whispered, hugging Scott tighter to his bare chest as they lay, tangled together in the four-poster bed in the expensive, penthouse suite Warren's older self had booked for them.

"Mmhmm?" Scott hummed, mindlessly drawing circles on his husband's chest with his finger.

"Do you think this was kind of... Foolish?" Warren bit his lip, fearful he might have insulted Scott.

"I know it won't mean anything when we go back, Warren." Scott murmured tiredly. "But that doesn't make us foolish. I love you. With all my heart. And I wanted to make you mine. We know this won't happen when we go back, so why not get what we want while we can?"

"You didn't need to marry me to make me yours. I've been yours since the moment I laid eyes on you, Summers." He smiled as he said the words. He knew Scott was right. They deserved this happiness.

"I love you so much, Warren. I'm really sorry that I never get the balls to actually tell you that in our future. I'm so sorry I'm a coward." Scott moved his head over Warren's heart and listened to the gentle beating. It was calming.

"I'm sorry too. So, so much." Warren pushed his lips softly against Scott's forehead.

"But at least you had the guts to tell me here. And I can never thank you enough for that. I just hope giving you my surname was a good enough start." Scott attempted to suppress the grin that came with his words, but, of course, it was impossible.

"It was a perfect start, Mr Summers." Warren smirked, knowing that Scott would be smiling his favourite smile right now.

"I am glad, Mr Summers." He shuffled up the bed to lie beside Warren. "It was nice to see my dad today."

"Yeah, it was." Warren was suddenly overcome with worry. "Oh god. Did he hate me?"

"To be honest, I think he was sort of impressed. You're way outta my league!" Scott laughed.

"But I'm the one who stopped you leaving with him." Warren bit his lip nervously.

"Yeah, but he understood. He just wants me to be happy, Angel. And you make me happy."

"Are you going to miss him? When we go back, I mean. Are you going to miss knowing he's okay?" Warren stroked Scott's hair, looking into his glasses and hoping their eyes connected somewhere.

"Of course I am, but we can't change that." They both sighed. "Are you going to miss Julian? I know how much he means to you."

"I am." Warren confessed, hoping Scott had put their brief affair behind him. "I can't imagine what it's gonna be like back there without my best friend."

"I know, Angel. I know how much he means to you." Scott kissed his husband gently. It was his way of saying he approved of the relationship Warren had with Julian.

"Life without him is gonna be so strange." Warren whispered, closing his eyes and shifting his wings slightly under their bodies.

"Well, you won't remember him for long, so..." Scott trailed off. Not knowing what to say to make it better.

"I won't remember this either." Warren said the words reluctantly.

"I know, but I will make every second until the moment the professor takes our memories perfect for us. You're my husband now. And, despite what our futures say, you always will be. I love you, Warren. And just know, I have always needed you."


--The End--

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