Disclaimer: Standard stuff. Don't own nothing, anyone – just the story
Pairings: Scott/Jean
Summary: Focuses on Scott Summers (and Jean Grey) one year into the future (in which they'll be 19). The fight against Apocalypse continues. For the record, I don't know anything about Apocalypse besides his name and that he's ultra-powerful, and this is my first fic; ever. BTW, there are SPOILERS for Dark Horizons, the Season 3 finale.
Optic Evolution
One year into the future, somewhere on the psychic plane…...
He ran. Scott Summers ran and ran until his lungs felt they were about to burst. Something was chasing him, a darkness unlike the likes he's ever seen before. He turned around and shot a more than normally juiced-up optic blast at the growing shadow. It laughed – a high-pitched, utterly evil cackle that echoed in his mind.
Blasting a large boulder that was in his path, Cyclops reached what seemed to be an ancient city. The sight struck the young mutant – hard. Everything was destroyed; the paths broken and charred, the tallest buildings levelled. Bodies of soldiers, women and children lay scattered here and there, floating in their own blood. He felt sick.
~ How did he get here, this nightmare ~ Scott wondered as he meandered around the devastated city. Bits and pieces of the past began to flash in his mind.…
I can't risk it.... entity of flames ....divine power....she must be destroyed, before she reaches her full potential ....Master, what ....I will deal with her myself.... Then, he remembered throwing himself before Apocalypse before he entered her mind and erasing her being from existence…. then darkness.
His thoughts were interrupted when the shadows around him shifted form and materialized in front of him as a large, muscular man, glowing with psionic energy. Clad in clothes that wouldn't look out of place in the movie the Mummy, En-Saba-Nur stood in front of him, armed with a fancy scimitar.
"Welcome to Akkaba, my birthplace," the super mutant stated simply, with an air of superiority. "Five thousand years ago, a huge battle was fought between my people and the army of the Pharaoh. Although I easily defeated the meagre beings, my people were almost completely wiped out. I then began my conquest of Egypt, and mastered the use The Eye, a divine instrument used by the Pharaoh. However, my attempt to evolve humans into mutants were delayed by my 'loyal servants,'" he sneered. "Well, enough idle chit-chat. The time has come for you and any other obstacles to meet your doom!" At that, he lunged forward at Quicksilver speed towards Scott. The battle was on.
"I beg to differ," Scott retorted. Being the tactical expert that he is, Scott knew that he didn't stand much of a chance, if any, in fighting his opponent directly. As the shining scimitar swung towards him, Cyclops leapt sideways. The blade missed him, but barely. As a result of his dodge, Scott rolled into a column, decorated with Corinthian leaves (what's left of it, anyway). He blasts his opponent at full power (visor on) – it stops his enemy in his tracks. However, Apocalypse erects a TK-shield, and plows through the beam of red as if nothing was there, sword up and ready to strike. Scott ducks and rolls away, but couldn't help noticing that the scimitar cut the hard stone cleanly in half. ~ Must be made of adamentium or something ~ he thought.
The fight continues at a breakneck pace, with the X-man dodging, rolling and weaving between various structures while Apocalypse gives chase, destroying everything in his path. Although Cyclops managed to get in a shot here or there, his optic blasts don't seem to be affecting the supermutant at all. Not for the first time, Scott was thankful for his extra hours in the Danger Room training, giving him much more battle experience than he would otherwise. Hiding behind a half-collapsed wall, Scott was given a momentary reprieve from the fighting. His thoughts idly strayed towards a certain red-head. "Jean,' he whispered to himself, 'God, I hope you're alright." His mind recoiled as he was flooded with memories again, recalling her screams and whimpers as she attempted to defend against Apocalypse's psychic assault.
~ Boy, I was never that pissed off and terrified in my life ~ he thought to himself.
Suddenly, he was thrown face first into the building in front of him, as the wall he was hiding behind crumbled into thousands of pieces. Looking behind him, he caught sight of his enemy in the centre of a huge telekinetic hurricane (much like the one in Power Surge). "Enough games," his voice boomed, "I've wasted far too much time on a pitiful human such as yourself." Seizing him in an aura of telekinetic energy, Scott was pulled through the mass of flying debris, into the waiting hands – and shining scimitar – of Apocalypse.