He was drawn to her even now...
They were in a dark dungeon and the pain was incredible...
Being tortured by a madman bent on genetic cleansing was not exactly his idea of good times but with her he had always felt anything was bearable. She intoxicated him in every sense and yet she also lifted him up. Their connection and their bond bent them closer together no matter what anyone said or did and even through the shielding this madman had erected he could still feel the link, the bare thread of power and love.
As Benalt advanced on Jean again his hands gripping the terror wand, Scott felt his heart grow in fear and pain at the thought of her being tortured again by this madman as they both had already been for so many hours.
Then Benalt stopped and gestured to the side, out of view. His two henchmen advanced. "Do it,"
his gravelly voiced barked out at them. They advanced on Jean and their hands flexed as they, with casual movements, ripped her clothes off of her...and inside himself, Scott felt something break as he realized they intended to rape her in front of him.
Rage and fear and despair throttled him, and then he forced them down ruthlessly striving to think. Looking at her, he suddenly knew what to do. Steeling himself, he did what he had never done before. He threw all of his might and his passion into the link between him and Jean and forced his way into her mind.
He found her mindfield a shattered ruin and felt a sob escape him at the devastation caused to this oh so sweet and intoxicating woman. With failing courage, he struggled for control and cast his mind about trying to find her center. He strove to remember everything she and the Professor had droned into him about the mindfield. He took a deep breath inside and tried to focus on what made her uniquely her, but suddenly felt himself distracted by a light in the distant part of her mind... in the instant of seeing it he felt it notice him and it drew him closer. He breathed in its power which felt like her and yet not her. A voice spoke in his mind unique and all-powerful and yet oh so familiar. *Phoenix*
Its power was almost as intoxicating as Jean was. Thoughts of her brought him back to why he was here. As it sensed the danger to Jean, the primal force seemed to glow with rage. Thoughts from it few into his mind
*She is blocked from Me I need an avatar to operate on your world. I can save her and you. The cost will be great and everything will change*
For a moment he resisted the siren song of the power before him, but the thought of saving her and freeing them both from this evil was too much.
*yes*
There was fire and burning and darkness and then a pure light...
- - -
The X-Men sat around the table in the war room planning their assault on Benalt's fortress when a thunderous noise split the air and a sudden glow filled the air above the table from that glow stepped someone that seemed like a glorification of Scott but not quite human. The figure held what appeared to be Jeans lifeless body. It stepped down from the air to the table carrying jean in tattered remnants of her costume.
"Save her," he croaked and as he collapsed all traces of inhumanity vanishing too as he reverted to the same man they all knew…even as Jeans eyes flicked open and a red glow shone from them that quickly sang out. X-men ducked in unison as the familiar optic blasts shot out... from Jean's eyes
The Beast exchanged glances with Warren as the beams cut off and Jean collapsed into unconsciousness.
"Oh boy."
They were in a dark dungeon and the pain was incredible...
Being tortured by a madman bent on genetic cleansing was not exactly his idea of good times but with her he had always felt anything was bearable. She intoxicated him in every sense and yet she also lifted him up. Their connection and their bond bent them closer together no matter what anyone said or did and even through the shielding this madman had erected he could still feel the link, the bare thread of power and love.
As Benalt advanced on Jean again his hands gripping the terror wand, Scott felt his heart grow in fear and pain at the thought of her being tortured again by this madman as they both had already been for so many hours.
Then Benalt stopped and gestured to the side, out of view. His two henchmen advanced. "Do it,"
his gravelly voiced barked out at them. They advanced on Jean and their hands flexed as they, with casual movements, ripped her clothes off of her...and inside himself, Scott felt something break as he realized they intended to rape her in front of him.
Rage and fear and despair throttled him, and then he forced them down ruthlessly striving to think. Looking at her, he suddenly knew what to do. Steeling himself, he did what he had never done before. He threw all of his might and his passion into the link between him and Jean and forced his way into her mind.
He found her mindfield a shattered ruin and felt a sob escape him at the devastation caused to this oh so sweet and intoxicating woman. With failing courage, he struggled for control and cast his mind about trying to find her center. He strove to remember everything she and the Professor had droned into him about the mindfield. He took a deep breath inside and tried to focus on what made her uniquely her, but suddenly felt himself distracted by a light in the distant part of her mind... in the instant of seeing it he felt it notice him and it drew him closer. He breathed in its power which felt like her and yet not her. A voice spoke in his mind unique and all-powerful and yet oh so familiar. *Phoenix*
Its power was almost as intoxicating as Jean was. Thoughts of her brought him back to why he was here. As it sensed the danger to Jean, the primal force seemed to glow with rage. Thoughts from it few into his mind
*She is blocked from Me I need an avatar to operate on your world. I can save her and you. The cost will be great and everything will change*
For a moment he resisted the siren song of the power before him, but the thought of saving her and freeing them both from this evil was too much.
*yes*
There was fire and burning and darkness and then a pure light...
- - -
The X-Men sat around the table in the war room planning their assault on Benalt's fortress when a thunderous noise split the air and a sudden glow filled the air above the table from that glow stepped someone that seemed like a glorification of Scott but not quite human. The figure held what appeared to be Jeans lifeless body. It stepped down from the air to the table carrying jean in tattered remnants of her costume.
"Save her," he croaked and as he collapsed all traces of inhumanity vanishing too as he reverted to the same man they all knew…even as Jeans eyes flicked open and a red glow shone from them that quickly sang out. X-men ducked in unison as the familiar optic blasts shot out... from Jean's eyes
The Beast exchanged glances with Warren as the beams cut off and Jean collapsed into unconsciousness.
"Oh boy."