Author's Note: This story is my first X-men evo. fanfic, so please review and enjoy my crappy writing skills. This story is told from Scott's POV. It's set after the cartoon, because Scott and Jean are together, Alex lives at the Institute, and Magneto, Sabretooth, and Mystique are back. I hope to update often. Rated for slight language and violence. Please review and flames are welcomed, because I'm a pyromaniac.

Disclaimer: I don't own any evolution characters or any of the situations they are placed in. My story is mine, so ask before you take.

Without any further ado, "Love Kills"...

Chapter 1: Missing

I walked into the meeting room and slid into a seat. Jean smiled and took the seat next to me. She grabbed an apple from the table and took a bite. I just watched her.

"Scott?" Jean asked me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Jean," I replied. "It's nothing to worry about." She gave me that look that says I-know-you're-lying. I smiled. "It's just Alex. He got really mad at me this afternoon."

Jean smiled, "Those Summer boys tend to be a bit hotheaded at times. You just have to let them cool off."

I glared at her through my red sunglasses, "You think you know me? You have no idea what I'm like, especially around Alex- " I stopped when I saw the hurt look on her face. "Jean, I'm sorry. It's just-"

She smiled, "I know, Scott. Alex will come around."

Logan grabbed a microphone at the front of the room. "All right, kids," he said to the twenty or so mutants in the room with us. "The lights go out in ten minutes, so get to bed."

I placed a kiss on Jean's forehead. "Goodnight, Jean. I'm going to ask Logan about Alex."

"Goodnight, Scott," Jean whispered, lacing her fingers into mine. "I love you and so does Alex." We stood up and went our separate ways, letting our fingers fall out. She headed to her room, while I went to Logan.

I didn't really want to talk to Logan, but I was worried about Alex. "Logan, have you see Alex lately?"

Logan looked at me irritated, "No."

I nodded and walked away. That didn't work as well as I'd hoped. Where could he be? I walked to my room and got ready for bed. Alex could take care of himself...

I awoke with a start. Alex was in trouble. Somehow I knew that he was being attacked.

I hopped to my feet and put on my jacket. Then I rushed out on my balcony. Barely thinking, I jumped off it and hit the ground a story below. No sooner, I broke into a sprint toward the lake at the edge of the grounds. I noticed the security system was down.

When I got to the lake, the only person I saw was Lance. He seemed to be distracted, so I crept closer.

"Hey, Summers," he called with his back still to me. "We weren't expecting you until you learned that we've kidnapped your brother."

My anger rose, but I didn't move. Lance turned to me and gave a little laugh, "Sunglasses at night?"

"Would you prefer that I take them off?" I asked.

Lance turned dead serious, "If you give off any fireworks, your brother is dead, understood?"

I swallowed roughly at the thought of Alex with these guys. He was in some major trouble.

"Scott?" he asked.

"Who's 'we'?" I questioned, referring to his first comment.

Suddenly I felt a burst of wind behind me. I tried to turn around but was stopped. Pietro had me pinned in place. I struggled, but he had my arms twisted up behind me. I jerked forward only to receive a sharp pain.

Lance strolled up to me. "You think you're hot stuff, don't you, Summers? You're going out with Jean and have a little brother." Lance threw a punch that caught me right in the jaw. My head snapped to the side.

I looked up to him, "If you hurt him in any way, I swear I'll kill you."

Lance smiled and threw another punch. This one hit me in the nose. Blood poured out, but Lance just laughed and hit me in the temple. The pain was practically unbearable.

"Careful," I warned bearing the pain, "or you might break my shades."

Lance punched me in the stomach. The air left my lungs and I bent over as much as Pietro allowed. "Then your brother would be dead," Lance explained. "Now, let's go."

They led me to the front gate. As we left, I looked up at a camera. It wasn't revolving like it was supposed to be. Pietro gave a rough jerk on my left arm. Pain exploded in my shoulder. Lance laughed and we approached a car, a black limo.

"Toad," Lance called. Todd hopped out of the car. "Get the boy out here."

"Please," I begged. "Please, leave him alone. I'm not that dumb." I hated groveling to Lance, but I knew that was what he wanted. "Please, don't hurt him."

"Well..." Lance started. "I think it would be a lot of fun to make you watch us beat up your brother..."

"Lance, please," I pleaded. Pietro laughed.

"Well, all right," Lance replied. "I won't hurt him if you cooperate with us, deal?"

I nodded. Pietro shoved me into the trunk of the car. I grimaced as the air rushed out of me again. They shoved me into the back of the car and shut the door.

"Scott?" came Alex's weak voice.

I spun around. Alex lay on the floor, horribly injured and barely conscious. My anger level rose.

"I'm right here, Alex," I told him. "It'll all be okay." I lifted him up and set him on one of the seats.

"Scott?"

"Yeah?" I sat down by his head.

Alex put his head on my leg. "I- I'm sorry." Then he blacked out. I looked down at my little brother as my anger boiled closer and closer to breaking point.

Suddenly the door opened. Lance, Todd, and Pietro came in. I opened my mouth to tell them off when Mystique came in with Rogue in her arms.

"Is she asleep or unconscious?" I asked calmly as Mystique set her on the floor.

"It's an induced sleep," Lance supplied, sitting on the floor.

"Wait, so you beat him to unconsciousness, but slip her a sedative?" I questioned, cautiously.

Lance shrugged, "He's a Summers. You can't always trust them to be cooperative."

I was about to reply when Mystique raised her hand for silence. Everyone obeyed instantly and she sat down on the seat across from me. The car lurched to life.

"Avalanche, why isn't our guest tied down?" Mystique asked.

Lance grinned at me, "Because he won't try anything with his brother in danger."

I looked down at Alex. He looked so pale in the moonlight. I hated the thought of turning myself in like this, but Lance was right. I wasn't going to put Alex's life in jeopardy. I stayed quiet.

TBC