Ok NEW UPDATE Chapter Five: Part ONE!!!!!
X4: Divided and Fallen
Chapter Five
Misunderstood
Scott watches Marie as she is breathes with the aid of a ventilator in the med lab. Hank sits down next to him and breaks his concentration with a hand on his shoulder.
Hank: Hey buddy, how are you feeling?
Scott: Like the PC Guy in those Mac commercials. Out of place. Wearing a suit that doesn’t fit. I feel like someone somewhere is laughing at me.
Hank: Scott, don’t worry about it. You have a bit of catching up to do. Any body would if they were in your shoes.
Scott looks down at his feet, then his eyes rest on his cane that’s sitting not to far away. Hank follows his gaze and coughs softly.
Hank: Don’t worry, my friend. Everyone needs something to lean on at least once.
Scott: I’m not leaning on it. I need it stand. I need it to walk. Dammit. I need it to do everything. How in the world I am supposed to function on a mission with that?
Hank: From the way Emma was talking about you, she sounded like you may not be on missions, ever.
Scott shakes his head and leans in on his hands.
Hank: Scott…what happened out there? I mean it’s been almost two years since you were lost.
Scott: [Looks at Marie struggling in her sleep] I could ask you the same thing. But you ask me first. [sighs] Ever since Jean let the Jet go, I kept hearing her. She kept calling for me. Softly at first. But within days, her voice kept getting more urgent and louder. I would close my eyes and there she was screaming at me. She would plead and beg for me to help her, and be with her. I kept trying to tell her I was going to be there for her. But when I did no words kept coming out of my mouth. She got angry, really angy. I didn’t know what to do. I would get scared, and run. She would start calling for me, and the cycle would start all over again.
Hank: Sounds like a really bad reoccurring dream.
Scott: It wasn’t a dream. It became an obsession. When I slept, when I woke up, eating, blinking. I couldn’t tell where I stopped and she began.
Hank inhales as if to ask something, but stops and changed his mind.
Hank: And at the lake?
Scott: Oh, that. I [swallows slowly] um, went up there because, crazy as this sounds, Jean’s voice sounded less frantic the closer I got to it. Or so I thought. For the first time in months, I was able to hear my own thoughts. So imagine my shock and surprise when I looked up and her there. Just *poof* and she’s there.
Hank raised his brows in surprise.
Scott: I couldn’t believe it. She was right there. Not a scratch on her. Hair redder than ever, looking like she enjoyed a nice cat nap. I was PISSED! I had asked her what, how and…and why. You know, she just stands there and shrugs like it’s a regular Tuesday afternoon. But I wasn’t going to complain. All I wanted was to see her, and there she was. She sauntered up to me and everything slowed down. And uh…that’s the last thing I remember.
Hank: Are you sure?
Scott looked away. He forgot how Hank had the uncanny ability to see through bs. God bless feral men.
Scott: When she kissed me, I felt every emotion I have ever felt. Joy, pain, terror, sadness you name it. I felt like I was going to explode.
Hank: Slim, I think you did. When Mac found you, he said that you, “weren’t put all together.” I didn’t know what that meant until I got a closer look at your wounds. They weren’t normal scars or gashes. The were deep and potentially fatal.
Scott touched his ribcage gently.
Hank: That’s not everything. At first I thought Emma had use some kind of new technology to cover them and help you heal faster, but that wasn’t it. You were covered by a shield. Thin, transparent, almost kinda pink, strong. Sound familiar? It should.
Scott: Wait wait wait. Are you saying that Jean’s been involved with this?
Hank: I can’t say. But it is starting to look that way.
Scott: Forget it, man. She can’t bring back the dead.
Hank: I don’t think you died. I’m still working on my theory, but I think you were just scattered. Which is why when you came back, you literally weren’t put back all the way. Jean may not have had the chance to bring you together, or she may not be good at it yet. This would also explain why your healing at the speed of light.
Scott: Ok, this is officially weird. Jean is dead. Dead as a Dumbledoornell.
Hank: Just like before, right?
Scott: Before she had the chance to save herself. Wasn’t she stabbed. Even I doubt that Wolverine could screw that up. Besides, why me. Why not bring back the Professor?
Hank: I don’t have all the answers.
~ Headmaster’s Office~
Ororo looks down at the files that were slammed on her desk by Logan in utter shock and disbelief.
Ororo: You have got to be out of your metal little mind.
Logan is taken back by her quick and painful tongue, but brushes it off.
Logan: Why is that? This man is the one behind the disappearances. He is the only link between Rasputin and Maximoff.
Ororo: You don’t know him. He would never do something like this.
Logan: Apparently you don’t know him either.
Ororo looks at him with murder in her eyes, and takes a long slow sip of her Irish coffee.
Logan: This guy is a complete nut job. I mean, he thinks he knows magic for cryin’ out loud.
Ororo: [glares at him and grips her coffee mug. She inhales and takes away the rumbling clouds] How’s Rogue?
Logan: Oh common, Ro. Don’t do that. You’re mad, and your mad at me. Speak up. Stop holding it all in. Your only hurting yourself.
Ororo: How is she? And don’t call me that.
Logan: I was on my way down there, but I wanted to ask you somethin’ first.
Ororo: What [said in a tired tone.]
Logan: I wanted to ask you to let Colossus come with me to see Dr. Strange.
Ororo: Of course he can, and so am I for that matter.
Logan: Sweet Jesus, are you kidding me?! I’m not taking a team. I don’t need any one else slowin’ me down.
Just as he said that, he realizes his blunder. He looks away from her wondering if he will ever manage to not stick his foot in his mouth when he talks to her. At this rate, it seemed like it was impossible. A quick flashback of all their conversations ran through his mind. Every last one was of him making an ass out of himself, while she kept her cool and looked at him with disdain and disgust, just like she was doing now. There was a time when he expected her to fawn over him just like Marie and Jean. He now nearly laughed out loud at that.
Ororo: Is that true, Oh Fearless Leader? You know what, fine. I think I am going to enjoy watching you stroll up to the Sanctorum, with claws bared and thinking your going to get in.
Logan: The what? Look never mind. Just don’t get in my way.
Ororo: And follow your lead. Of course. I promise I won’t say or do anything. Didn’t you have somewhere you wanted to go.
Logan narrowed his eyes at her. Ororo Munroe was not a woman who pulled back. She was up to something. He turned around and headed to the sub-basement. The bright part of that conversation was that she was allowing Colossus to go. At least he would stop them from striking, stabbing, freezing, kicking, clawing, and just plain hair pulling each other to death.
He remembered a long time ago when Mystique had showed him the things he never wanted to know in the dark of a tent. When she morphed into Ororo, he didn’t exactly bulk at that idea. There was one thing that was off. That Ororo smell. Fog in the morning, rain, summer breeze, tropical plants. It was smooth and calm… Stop that, bub! He stopped right before he had to enter his security code for the basement. Thoughts like that would lead nowhere fast. Didn’t he learn his lesson about chasing a woman who didn’t want him.
This was getting to be to much for him again. The urge to run was starting to overwhelm him again. But that scent struck him again and he planted his feet. She doesn’t smell like that any more. Always so stressed and busy. So why was he reminiscing? The man on the mission. What did that woman call him? Lucas? Whoever he was, he could do something Logan thought he’d never see again. Not only that, why did he smell like that. It was distracting. Just like Ro. Too much like Ro and…himself?
That couldn’t be right. There was no way that could be right. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and came across the ring. Lucas knew about the ring, and the inscription. Ok. That’s it. He didn’t like people pulling his strings without his knowledge. Before he could go on he looked at the still closed door and realized that he hadn’t put the correct code in.
When he put his code in again he heard the familiar hiss of the hydraulic doors, and slowly walked into the bright lab.
~ Meanwhile Upstairs in the Headmaster’s Office~
Ororo sat smugly after finishing off her second Irish coffee and began writing up new requirements for the curriculum. Her desk is covered with bright neon post-its that were currently killing her buzz and giving her a headache. She took the first one down and glanced at it. “Meeting with Warren, emergency exit procedures, basic jet training, danger room exercises.”
Ororo: I should tell Logan that Angel needs the time in there. OH CRAP!
She stood up quickly and clutched her head in agony as the room span around her. She grabbed her jacket and ran downstairs to cut Logan of before he got to the lab.
She had forgotten to tell him about Scott. Oops.
Ororo thought to herself as she busted through the halls that she should cut back just a bit. Her ability to recall things was starting to slip. Then she thought of the result. Putting up with Wolverine with no buzz. Nope it was so not worth it.
~Med Lab~
Hank could be heard laughing around the corner at a really funny joke. Logan wondered what the punch line was until he pulled back the curtain. Behind a still fitfully sleeping Rogue was Hank in mid sentence with SCOTT!
Logan: WHAT THE ****!
Scott: You guys hadn’t told him yet? [He stands there looking quite pleased with himself.]
Hank: There were several incidents.
Logan releases his claws, swings his legs over Marie’s bed and lunges at Scott. In that quick moment Beast was pushed out of the way, and landed in a roll on the floor away from them. Before Wolverine had gotten close enough with the claws, Hank reached out with his blue furry hand and grabbed Logan’s ankle. Cyclops, on the hand, casually leans back and hits and pushes his new glasses up on his head. Wolverine realizes that he wasn’t going to bridge the gap while being pulled down by Beast. He didn’t want to, despite what both men wanted. All Wolverine wanted was a really good sniff. Just as he got it, Hank pulled him down on the floor, hard.
Scott: [still has his eyes closed and turns his head to the scuffling sound of the other two men] What the hell, Logan?
Logan: What can I say? I’m happy to see you.
Hank: I could have told you that it was really him.
Logan: Yea! You could have, but surprise surprise. No one tells me anything.
As if on some evil-karma que, Ororo comes running into the lab and is at a stand still at the upturned tables, instruments, and supplies. She frowns at Scott adjusting his glasses and Logan rubbing a disappearing bruise on the bottom of his chin.
Ororo: Boys, boys! What is going on here? [Turns to Logan and casually says] Oh um, Logan? We found Scott alive and he’s going to be coming back to the mansion. Don’t be alarmed.
Both Hank and Scott snickered inside their hands and tried in vain to hide their wide grins. It didn’t work.
Even Logan had to smirk at that. No one was alarmed at his reaction, in fact they had planned on it. Sure he felt a bit guilty at the fact that they all knew and understood him far more than he did them, but he was working on fixing that.
Out of the blue Ororo threw her head back and laughed at the situation too. When everyone calmed down, Hank reached out his hand and helped Logan up.
Logan: I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I am that Jean didn’t, ya know.
Scott: Your not the only one.
Everyone took seats around Marie, and looked at her expectedly. The X-Men weren’t known to be lucky, but things were changing, weren’t they?