Jean screamed as the being turned its attention back to her. She had met many telepaths in the past, but never one like this; one that actually fed off of her thoughts, off of the pain and fear. He... Amp, as he had introduced himself, was not like any mutant she had ever met, he seemed to honestly want to cause harm.
A bright red light streaked across her vision. Scott? No, she must be halucinating. There was no way he could have found her, not with Cerebrum destroyed.
And yet, her torturer went flying across the room, and only moments later a firm, gentle hand grabed her own numb fingers. Instantly she knew; there was was no mistaking that touch.
'I'm here.' She heard him murmer. 'Everythings going to be fine.'
She wanted nothing more than to believe him, the way she always did, but... 'The baby.' She muttered, then screamed again as a contraction wreaked her body. Her attacker had thrown her into premature labour.
'It's too soon.' she heard Scott whisper, though the words were not directed at her. Through the corner of her bleary vision she could see Ororo and Logan.
She had been brought to a sitting position, and she could feel Scott's strong arms lifting her from the ground, but her eyes were having trouble focusing. For an instant, her vision cleared and she saw Scott, the man she loved so much, glance worridly down at her as he carried her towards the jet, and then... darkness.
*
'Come on Jean, you have to wake up!' Scott wispered urgently, running towards the small plane that had affectionately been dubbed the 'X-jet'.
ororo sped up, causing her white hair to fly out like a cloud behind her. 'I'll get the engines started.' She called back. Logan nodded, grunting as he re-adusted the weight of Jean's kidnapper to his other shoulder.
Scott shifted his grip on his wife's body, desperate not to drop her. She woke with a scream just as he reached the jet.
They were in. Logan dumped his cargo in an unceremoneous heap on one of the chairs and went to help Ororo with the take off. Scott set Jean gently on the ground.
'It's alright, we're not far from home.' He lied, hoping that, for once, she wouldn't call his bluff.
Jean smiled; yes, she knew he wasn't telling the truth, but it was easier to believe he was than to face the idea that she might have to deliver the baby in a jet.
'Grab on to something!' Ororo yelled suddenly from the cockpit. 'This is going to be rough!'
The jet turned sharply so that its wings were pointing almost directly up and down. Scott grabbed onto a chair with one hand and pulled Jean to him with the other. Amp fell from his seat and slid sideways across the floor.
'oops.' Scott muttered, smiling down at Jean in a way that clearly said he wasn't sorry at all.
Onother contraction hit. Ororo had been right, this was going to be rough.
A bright red light streaked across her vision. Scott? No, she must be halucinating. There was no way he could have found her, not with Cerebrum destroyed.
And yet, her torturer went flying across the room, and only moments later a firm, gentle hand grabed her own numb fingers. Instantly she knew; there was was no mistaking that touch.
'I'm here.' She heard him murmer. 'Everythings going to be fine.'
She wanted nothing more than to believe him, the way she always did, but... 'The baby.' She muttered, then screamed again as a contraction wreaked her body. Her attacker had thrown her into premature labour.
'It's too soon.' she heard Scott whisper, though the words were not directed at her. Through the corner of her bleary vision she could see Ororo and Logan.
She had been brought to a sitting position, and she could feel Scott's strong arms lifting her from the ground, but her eyes were having trouble focusing. For an instant, her vision cleared and she saw Scott, the man she loved so much, glance worridly down at her as he carried her towards the jet, and then... darkness.
*
'Come on Jean, you have to wake up!' Scott wispered urgently, running towards the small plane that had affectionately been dubbed the 'X-jet'.
ororo sped up, causing her white hair to fly out like a cloud behind her. 'I'll get the engines started.' She called back. Logan nodded, grunting as he re-adusted the weight of Jean's kidnapper to his other shoulder.
Scott shifted his grip on his wife's body, desperate not to drop her. She woke with a scream just as he reached the jet.
They were in. Logan dumped his cargo in an unceremoneous heap on one of the chairs and went to help Ororo with the take off. Scott set Jean gently on the ground.
'It's alright, we're not far from home.' He lied, hoping that, for once, she wouldn't call his bluff.
Jean smiled; yes, she knew he wasn't telling the truth, but it was easier to believe he was than to face the idea that she might have to deliver the baby in a jet.
'Grab on to something!' Ororo yelled suddenly from the cockpit. 'This is going to be rough!'
The jet turned sharply so that its wings were pointing almost directly up and down. Scott grabbed onto a chair with one hand and pulled Jean to him with the other. Amp fell from his seat and slid sideways across the floor.
'oops.' Scott muttered, smiling down at Jean in a way that clearly said he wasn't sorry at all.
Onother contraction hit. Ororo had been right, this was going to be rough.
