Pairings: Scott with several others.
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First she loses her hostage, which effectively ruins her comfortable post in France where all she had to do was babysit the Dark Phoenix’s flame, and who she got to fuck as well. Now she was here in the middle of a fucking battleground with the damn Sentinels loose everywhere crushing people indiscriminately. After all, who was to say they wouldn’t assume she was the enemy too… they hadn’t been formally introduced now had they?
Sebastian Shaw was another mutant allied with the Brotherhood and was busy controlling an activated Sentinel with a remote control.
“Where is your truck?”
“For God’s sake Emma, for once in your life prove your commitment to something! Anything!”
“Fine. Give me your car keys I commit to take very good care of it. Far away from here!”
Sebastian just rolled his eyes as she telepathically ported the keys to his Hummer off him and got out of firing range as fast as possible. She was going to make it… just a hundred meters more… fifty… twenty… five…
“Leaving so soon?”
Emma froze, turning to face the one person she knew her telepathic powers would have no effect on.
“Listen… Professor. I just, did what I was asked to… no hard feelings eh?”
Xavier was not a particularly vindictive man, but he could pretend to be.
“I see you’re keenly aware of who I am Miss Frost so let's just cut through the chase, shall we?”
Emma swallowed as Xavier politely smiled at her, as if about to invite her to tea.
“So how does this telepathic activation of Sentinels work?”
And to what end? Let them take the fucking UN, what good did they do for anyone anyway? Let the Sentinels tear the place apart piece by piece, wreck the international convention on the stupid cure for mutation. It's not like he was pro that particular agenda in any case. And no he wasn’t part of the X-Men anymore either, was he. Not technically, no.
Then what the fuck was he doing here?
He reminded himself. She was the reason, she was the chase all this time. And now that she was almost within his grasp… Sabretooth stood in the way.
Yeah, him again.
Logan wondered why the bad guys never stayed dead while all the good ones just kept dying… leaving him behind. Old, bruised, battered… and so very tired.
The color blue had never seemed so beautiful to him ever before in his entire life. Didn’t matter he couldn’t remember most of it. There was no way… no fucking way could he’ve seen such beautiful… crystal blue eyes before.
She was taken.
Something inside her stirred, but she suppressed it quick. When she turned, her eyes glowed and her lips smirked.
Love makes you incredibly stupid doesn’t it?
He said nothing. His mind closely guarded, though undercurrents of pain and yes… love… she could still sense from her former captive. The former captive who still wore her mark of possession - her collar. She raised an open palm and pulled him closer to herself, half suspended in the air like a weightless ragdoll. And she smiled.
You just handed me the perfect bargaining chip sweetheart. Your life…
She turned to glare at the Professor sprawled on the ground beside his broken wheelchair.
… for his.
Scott did not turn to look, but he recognized Wolverine’s panic-stricken voice as he charged towards Phoenix. She casually flicked her other hand and Logan was flung forty feet away. Scott pretended to be just as casual.
“You could never kill me.”
Eyebrows went up.
“You love me too much. Just like I love you Jean. I always have and I always will.”
Glowing eyes softened… if only for a moment, then it was gone.
“Liar. You betrayed me. For him!”
It was obvious who she was referring to. And then Scott was thrown to the ground with a massive force that shattered a couple of his ribs.
She laughed. The menace creeping down his spine and he shivered. “Why of course, to punish… him.”
“My poor mortal boy. To hurt you… is to hurt your loving meddling goddamn father. So you’d both know what its like to be rendered weak and helpless, and trapped inside your own fucking head… like he trapped me inside mine!!”
“… no… Jean…”
“Stop calling me that! I am not the woman you thought you knew! I am Phoenix. I am immortal… I am indestructible! Ask this man who just loves to play God and you can't help but worship! Ask your father what he did to me.”
Scott looked at Xavier, who shook his head, perhaps in remorse.
Scott shook his head, over and over.
“Jean is DEAD! She died for you and how did you repay her? You promptly jumped into bed with someone else!!”
The admission quiet, and austere. Then invisible bonds gripped Scott by his sides and lifted him into the air again… right in her face.
“But she’s NOT.”
Moments of silence, one, maybe two. The smirk returned.
This time on Scott’s face.
“See… that’s where you’re wrong.”
The Phoenix glowed anew. Unseen hands started to constrict his throat. Scott gasped.
“She’s the reason you kept me by your side... safe… away from this pointless war. She’s why you kept coming back, you held me in your arms… you sang to me when I couldn’t sleep. I know you’re here Jean. I know you’re alive!”
Scott could have wept. He’d recognize the moisture in that voice any day. The telepath gently returned him to solid ground.
“Jean, come back to us…”
Sobs hitched in her throat, as he watched her struggling inside.
“…I can't hold on any longer… she’s too strong…”
His eyes watered and he shook his head pleading.
“No… you have to. You have to, please Jean!”
“I am sorry…”
Scott knew what was about to happen.
“No! No please No!!!”
There has to be another way! Please, not again!!
He winced his eyes shut tight and whirled around just as he heard the clicking of the collar round his neck.
Please… not like this!… not like this…
The jeweled circle fell to the ground with a soft clang, and against his will Cyclops was clasped and turned… his lethal eyes pried open…