Title: The Man In The Cell
Author: Cantar
Pairing: Logan/Scott
A/N: This is a longer different version of Forever and Always, and a story for theamusederaser who is a Jean hater like me!
Chapter 1
Scott strode through the hallways of Xavier's School for Gifted Children angry as a bee after a bear that ate its honey. He watched vaguely from the corner of his eyes as his fellow housemates scurried for cover. He was sure that everyone knew that he was after Jean Gray after she humiliated Ororo (his best friend--more of a sister) into tears. He probably had Minnie, a text whiz, for that; she had seen everything.
She had seen Jean Gray verbally attack his best friend as she was leaving class. Ororo who usually meet Scott in the garden before they escaped into the city for lunch wasn't there. Scott had waited patiently till Kurt--a boy who appeared more demon-like because of his pointed ears, yellow eyes, blue skin and of course his tail—popped up next to him with news of Ororo crying in the girls' restroom.
Scott was teleported to the restroom door before barging his way in scaring away the girls that were in there whispering. He knocked on the locked restroom door only to have sobs surround him in despair. "Ro' let me in," he spoke softly but the door remained locked and the sobs grew louder and harsher in his ears. He sighed crawling under the door to come face to face with Ororo lying on the floor.
Her long white hair which normally fell to her back was cropped off in different clumps; tears fell from her dark brown eyes to strain her mocha cheeks. Scott gathered her in his arms securely to soothing her. He rubbed her back as she burrowed into his chest telling him a muffed voice what had happened. Apparently, while Jean attacked her verbally Claire, her best friend, cut off different areas of Ororo's hair.
As Scott heard the story he grew angry but didn't act on it till Ororo was fine. He took her to her room telling her to get ready they would be heading out to the city. She had been reluctant till he glared at her knowing he wouldn't stop till she did what he wanted.
Now all that brought him to this moment hunting down Jean Gray who had been sighted in the cafeteria. He shoved open the wooden doors striding into the room drawing everyone's attention. He caught a sight of red hair heading toward the east exit when he shouted, "You BITCH! Get back here." Everyone gasped at the words even the few teachers that littered the room…none had ever heard THE Scott Summers curse. He had his visor on and blasted the tray of food Jean held to pieces smirking when her food landed on her.
He marched up to both Jean and Claire melting her heels to the floor coming to halt between them. "If you come near me or Ro' again, I will do something I have never done before: beat you to a pulp and melt all your things into a ball. Plus, Jean how many times do you have to be rejected to get I'M NOT INTO YOU," he finished walking away as he heard them rush away from prying eyes.
He was just reaching the front door when he heard the turning sound of his adopted father's wheelchair. "I think you could have done better," the warm voice filtered in his ears. "Father, I really don't want to discuss this at the moment. I already know the lecture you're going to give me because I'm giving it to myself. I won't have them messing with Ro' and you know it. Everyone should know it by now," Scott replied not turning to look at his adopted father, Charles Xavier.
Charles sighed; Scott would be a great leader one day because he cared deeply for his companions and understood things at a mature rate. "Okay, Scott. Go take care of Ororo but know when you return, you'll receive a punishment along with Jean and Claire for their treatment of Ororo," Charles said and Scott nodded before escaping outside to the car.
Ororo sat sniffing in the passenger seat for a while till Scott put in her favorite CD to sing too. They drove the hour into the city coming to a stop at the first beauty salon they saw. It clearly announced walk-ins welcomed, so they stepped into the shop. The activity in there stopped among the appearance of the two teenagers.
A burly man who looked more like a biker then a hair stylist stepped towards them. "What happened to you love?" he asked in an Australian accent followed closely by a lean man dressed in green. "Oh, you poor thing," the little green man gushed gathering Ororo in his slim arms ushering her to a chair. Scott smiled, that's how Ro' was supposed to be treated like a princess- - she was one after all. "Can you fix it?" Ororo said landing chocolate eyes on the green man.
"Dante can make you more beautiful then you ever thought possible," the burly man spoke coming to stand by his business partner. Scott smiled, "Thank you. She's had a very hard day. Anything she wants is on me." Dante turned and smiled at Scott, "Your boyfriend is just perfect sweetie. Isn't he, Taylor?" Taylor let his eyes roam over Scott's frame, "Yes," he replied before turning back to Ororo.
They sat talking for about an hour and Scott was just finishing his tale, "Then I left. My dad didn't really like the fact that I made a scene at school especially to a girl. Jean is just disgusting." Dante hummed while snipping the last of Ororo's hair into a stylist short cut. Her bangs reached her strong chin and everything was measured to that level into layers where Claire had cut to high. "Perfect," Dante sighed stepping away so Scott could see Ororo.
"Wow! Ro' you look amazing. I think short hair suits you," Scott said as Ororo gasped in the mirror, "You're a genius Dante." Taylor stood from where he was resting on the waiting room sofa smiling proudly; "It's perfect," kissing Dante full on the mouth. Scott averted his eyes blushing at the intimate moment to meet Ororo's eyes shining with happiness. They paid saying their farewells before heading back home noticing that it was already dark out.
It had started to rain on the drive home so suddenly that Scott glanced over at Ororo saying, "Your doing?" Ororo shook her head making a tight knot of unease form in his stomach. "No," Ororo whispered fear lacing her voice. Scott hoped it was just a passing storm.
As they drove further from the city toward home the storm grew worse that even Ororo couldn't control most of it. "I don't like this Scott," she whispered alert to their surroundings. "Call the Professor while I focus on getting us home," Scott spoke calmly when he really wanted to panic. Ororo closed her eyes, so she could focus more mentally shouting, "Professor Xavier."
In a moment she felt Charles Xavier slide into her mind, "WHAT CAN I HELP YOU WITH?" Ororo banged into the car door as the car jerked spastically, "We seem to be having trouble getting home, Professor. A storm has us trapped and it seems Scott can no longer control the car." They jerked suddenly into the left lane right into on coming traffic. The cars honked and beeped in a frenzy before Scott was able to get them back into their lane.
Scott had to use his full strength to keep the car in its lane from an unseen force. He grits his teeth when the force released and he actually lost control the car flipping into a forest preserve that lined the highway. "Ahhhh," both students screamed, fear with adrenaline fueled their bodies. They came to a stop crushed between two trees.
Blood fell across Scott's visor as he was slumped against the driver's seat upside down. Ororo was unconscious; her breathing shallow as a piece of metal speared her through the window. "Oh god," Scott whispered his throat raw. He tried to move from his seat to get to Ororo only to be paralyzed by pain. He couldn't move, he felt broken and maybe his spine was bent in a odd angle.
"Father," he thought before a pair of black boots appeared in his sight. "Grab the boy. The girl will die in a few minutes. A shame we could have used both," a dry voice echoed in his ears. Scott started to lose consciousness as he thought to himself 'Come on, fearless leader! Blast his ass. Ororo needs Hank.' Although, his thoughts he couldn't move and slumped into strong arms and fur that clad the body. As helpless as he was- -he did the only logical thing his body told him…sleep.