This is all in Scott's POV, I might change in chapters as I go along. Tell me if you like it and should continue or if you hate it and should stop.
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I stared at them through my tinted shades wishing that I was the one who held her near me, got to look into her eyes and be her one and only in the most special place in her heart, but I can't. Duncan has that place and I don't see any way to change that. Maybe it's because I have powers. Or maybe it's because I can't control my powers, at least hers she can hide while mine, well, knock off my shades before I have time to close my eyes and mass destruction occurs, just think of that damage hiding behind some lenses of red quartz. Other then that, I always thought she liked me but now...
"Hey Scott!" My reveries were interrupted as Kitty came around the corner waving a sheet of paper. "I got, like, a B plus!" I allowed myself a small grin; she had studied really hard for that test and gotten what she deserved. Any minute now and Kurt would come running around the corner followed by Evan, both of which would probably be complaining about how hungry they were and maybe Rogue would show, same old thing, except...
"Jean..." I looked back at Jean and Duncan while Kitty looked up at me trying to look me in the eyes, which of course was impossible.
"Like, what did you say Scott?" I was glad she couldn't see my eyes, it made hiding emotions easier.
"It was nothing Kitty, jus' thinking. Are Kurt and Evan in detention again?" I asked tying to sound offhand. Kitty looked toward the corner gazing through the milling crowd attempting to pick out the two friends but to no avail.
"I don't think so, but you know those two." Smiling she hopped in the car holding her test like a lifeline. "I can go to the dance now; this is, like, so cool! Are you going Scott?"
"No," I murmured. "Jean and I have Danger Room practice and I don't really feel like going, but Jean might though, which means I'll have to practice alone." Kitty looked shocked.
"You can't be in the Danger Room alone! Like, that's against the rules!" I spied Kurt and Evan running towards us and got in the car.
"I'll talk to the Professor about it, maybe if I keep it on a low setting with an oral override code." Putting her test in the recesses of her backpack Kitty frowned while the other two got in the car, joking about some prank or another.
"I still doubt he'll let you use it, too dangerous even with a low setting." Kurt leaned in the front.
"It's only target practice." I sighed putting the key in the ignition.
"Vhat are you talking about Kitty." She turned around as I pulled onto the road.
"Like, Scott wants to do the Danger Room alone."
"He can't do zat; it's against ze vules." Evan agreed.
"That's what I told him." The conversation from then on centered on how much trouble I would be in if I did it without permission, how many ways I could be killed in the Danger Room and who would get my room if aforementioned actually did happened.
"I vould get it."
"What do you mean you 'vould' get it you blue fuzz ball!" Evan put Kurt in a headlock and Kitty tickled him without mercy. "Okay, okay you guys can share it! Just stop tickling me!" I pulled up to the mansion and the trio jumped out, Kitty to show her test to Professor Xavier and the other two to probably bother Kitty until she phased through the floor to get away from them. I chuckled at the thought and followed, stopping when I heard a car pull up behind me.
"Thanks a lot Duncan. Pick me up at six?" I put my hands in my pockets trying to ignore them and began walking again.
"Yeah, sure. Hey Summers!" Turning to face his sneer I answered, trying not to sound miffed. Needless to say it didn't really work.
"What?"
"Going to the dance? Or couldn't you get a date?" Laughing at his joke he drove away leaving Jean and me alone on the walkway.
"Are you going to dance Scott?" I pulled open the door and stepped inside.
"No, I'm just going to do some work in the Danger Room later." She looked surprised.
"That's right, it was our turn tonight. But the Professor won't let you do it alone, will he?" I walked off to find the Professor and called over my shoulder.
"He might if it's only on target practice."
"Aw, come on Professor, its only target practice." Xavier folded his hands and glared.
"Absolutely not, it's too dangerous." I tried my last argument.
"I'll set an oral override code, that way I can just shout out a word and be out of there like that." I snapped my fingers to emphasize the point. "And it is only target practice."
"Why aren't you going to the dance tonight Scott?" I blanched at his inquiry thinking he might make me go.
"I, I just don't want to." Knowing the Professor was searching my mind for the real reason I turned to leave.
"Scott, I'll let you have access to the Danger Room for an hour, but no more, is that clear?" I nodded vigorously. "And don't forget to set the oral override and only target practice."
"Thanks Professor, one hour, oral override, target practice." I ran out of the room, down the stairs and into the kitchen to make myself something to eat. Everyone else was gone, seeing it was six thirty, and would be eating at the dance and since I was the only one here, at least only teen, I had almost free reign. Logan was working on the X-jet, Ororo was probably outside, working somewhere, on something and the Professor was upstairs. I pulled out some cold pizza and munched on it, heading up to my room to change into my X-Men uniform, carefully slipping off my shades to replace them with the visor. Finishing my pizza I headed up to the Danger Room, stopping only to set the room on target practice for exactly one hour. It was six forty-five and I searched through my word bank for a word I would remember if anything happened and came up with 'stop', creative, aren't I? The room opened and targets began flying around just waiting for me to blast them into oblivion, if I could manage to hit them. I needed a lot of practice these days.
Pietro raced swiftly across the mansion grounds and up to the huge dwelling itself. He was bored that night and didn't feel like slow dancing at the dance so he instead decided to see what was happening at his rival's mansion. He knew I at least had to be there because I wasn't at the dance.
"WonderwhatSummersisuptotonight?" Running up the steps he flung the door wide and raced around, too fast for any security cameras to catch more then a blur and therefore not send up an alarm. Finding the fuse box he disabled the security cameras. He looked through all the bedrooms in a matter of seconds and found no one. "WhereisScottyboyanyway?" "TheirDangerRoom, hemustbepracticing. Iwonder where it is?" He slowed his speech and walked around at a leisurely pace, looking for the practice room. "Hey, the control room." He peered through the window and saw me zapping at moving targets and missing quite often. "Target practice, hmm, boring let's try something a bit more interesting shall we?" With fingers tapping the keyboard and eyes watching the room Pietro was glad to see a change. First the targets disappeared and guns were activated, and then metal cords whipped around the room trying to grab me, finally clipping me in the back making me roll and flip back up fending them off with my solar blasts. It was now seven thirty.
I aimed carefully at each moving target trying to hit and disable them in one shot, unfortunately I didn't hit many, when they disappeared.
"What's going on? Professor?" I called out wondering if he had changed his mind but then the guns activated followed shortly by the metal cords that began trying to grab me. I grunted as one hit me in the back, tripping me and making me roll and attempt to fend them off at the same time. "Stop!" I yelled and the room ceased to function, then I heard him.
"I don't think so Summers, you aren't getting off that easy."
"Pietro! How did you get in here?" I looked at my watch, ten minutes left in the sequence.
"That would be telling, wouldn't it?" Laughing, he overrode my codes and everything started up again. I jumped and dodged but the lasers hit me anyway, and they hurt, a lot.
"Stop, please!" With the rest of the team I would have been able to beat this program no problem but alone...
"That wouldn't be any fun!" I could hear him chuckle. "I got to go now Summers, have a good time!"
"Pietro?" I was frightened now, I was alone and the Danger Room was set on maximum. I could die. "Argh!" A metal cord snaked around my calf and pick me up, whipping me around until I felt my leg crack under the pressure. I focused on the cord and fired, breaking it and making it drop me. My suit was ripped and torn in places revealing bleeding wounds and burns, aching all over, pain running up and down my broken limb, almost making be pass out. I backed into a corner and defended myself as well as I could but it was no use, another cord snaked around my waist and threw me against the metal wall. I could feel my clavicle and skull fracture under the impact. I screamed once and blacked out just as the program shut down.
"Wow, the dance was, like, so awesome!" Kitty exclaimed to Evan and Kurt. All the students from the institute were arriving with their respective partners.
"Ja! Ze music vas vay cool too!" The blue mutant flashed a toothy grin revealing his cute little canines. "And so vas ze food. I'm stuffed."
"Scott sure missed a lot." Evan yawned and padded up the stairs to bed, it was now well past eleven. Jean was the last one in the door, she had been saying goodbye to Duncan and thanking him for the wonderful time. Now she searched the mansion for my mind wanting to ask me if I had had a good practice and apologize for skipping out on practice, but not willing to wake me up if I was asleep.
"Scott? Where are you?" "Professor?"
"Yes Jean?" The reply came back telepathically.
"Did Scott go anywhere tonight?"
"Not that I know of, why do you ask?" Now Jean was worried, knowing that I never went anywhere without permission. Most of the time.
"I, I can't find him." Xavier rolled into the foyer.
"He was in the Danger Room; perhaps he is asleep." The young telepath wasn't so sure but she agreed anyway.
"Yeah, maybe." She walked halfway up the stairs. "Professor?"
"Yes?"
"Could you check just in case?"
"I'll have Logan check." Jean continued up the stairs.
"Thanks."
"Logan, check the Danger Room, I believe Scott may be hurt." The quiet X-Men appeared, wiping grease from his hands, and slowly mounted the stairs, heading for the practice room.
Logan couldn't believe his eyes. The Danger Room was a mess and then there was me, slumped against a wall, blood pooling around my battered body. The, coppery smell hung thick in the air.
"I knew Xavier shouldn't have let him practice alone." He knelt next to me, noting the various wounds and abrasions. "Scott?" I groaned and tried to open my eyes but couldn't.
"Pietro..." I mumbled, pain forcing me to unconsciousness again.
"Damn it." Logan picked me up and carried me out of the Danger Room and into the medical wing, laying me on a metal table and simply cutting the tattered remains of my suit off with his adimantium claws. "Ororo," he spoke gruffly into a com. "We need you up here, bring Charles."
"It was Pietro." Logan helped with what he could as Ororo patched up my broken body. "He set the Danger Room controls; I got it on tape." He paused for a tense moment, studying my pained features and bloody gashes. "Will he be okay?" Ororo sighed.
"I'm not sure, he's in a coma."
I couldn't think of anymore to write so I just left off there. And I know Ororo probably doesn't know much about medical science but that the beauty of a fan fic
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