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Set X-men Evolution. End of S3. No Apocalypse stuff. No-one knows about mutants. They weren't revealed.
Characters may be OOC.
Jott. Lancitty.
Blinded:
It was May 1st, three months after Lance Alvers had left the Brotherhood and joined the institute for good. Life was good for him. He and Kitty were in a steady relationship and as an X-man he was finally doing the right thing.
They were ending a disastrous Danger Room session. Scott's leadership had failed and he had seemed rather distracted. To top it off one of the close calls had nocked off Scott's glasses and proved he had no control at all. If it had been real they would all have died. Logan approached the group.
"Well, that was a disaster."
They wince and Logan tells they everything that went wrong in there.
"All of you, get cleaned up."
As they leave Lance makes a decision. He runs up to Scott and walks with him.
"What's with you today Summers? You had no control. You never have any control. What's with that?"
Scott ignores him.
"Summers? I asked you a question. You've been here longer than any of us and yet you still have no control. Are you that weak? If you are then you shouldn't be leader. A leader has to have control."
Scott replies quietly, "I need to go to my room, Alvers. I talk to you later." He walks off.
Lance catches up to him easily and grabs Scott's shoulder.
His eyes go wide as Scott crumples to the ground half-conscious and clutching his head.
"Summers? What...? Summers?"
Dread grips Lance as he realises this is serious. His fear fades a little when Logan rounds the corner but reappears when he realises they don't quite trust him yet and might blame him.
Logan's glare suggests he does, "Scott!" His tone turns cold, "What did you do?"
"I..I...He...I didn't do anything, I swear. He just collapsed."
Logan begins to check Scott's vitals and his glare turns to a look of shocked panic. It disappears seconds later.
He presses the comm he the staff always wear, "Beast, I need morphine. Scott's collapsed."
Without meaning to Lance blurts out, "Isn't morphine a little strong?"
The answer is chilling, "Not for this."
