Scott and Jean had unsuccessfully been fighting off Magneto when he had
just upped and left.
"What the heck was that?"
Jean flipped her silky red hair over her shoulder.
"I have no idea, Scott."
Scott's brow furrowed.
"But you're the mind reader here!"
Jean smiled and tapped her temple.
"Thought proof helmet, remember?"
Scott smacked his forehead and groaned.
"Right, right, I remember now. Damn!"
Jean was silent, her face scrunched up in concentration.
"What are you doing?"
She opened her eyes a pinch and glanced at Scott.
"I'm scanning....I caught something like panic from Rogue, and....."
She screamed in agony and dropped to her knees, clutching her head.
"Jean! Jean! What's wrong?"
Jean gasped for breath as the pain subsided.
"I.....don't know, Scott, but I.... received a....* very *..... intense pain signal from....Logan....."
She grimaced in recollection.
"Logan's blocking me out with his training...and Rogue's mind is in such a turmoil that I can't read it clearly enough to know what happened....."
Scott frowned.
"Maybe we should contact them."
Jean shook her head.
"No need, Scott, she's---"
She was interrupted by the crackle of her radio.
"Rogue to Jean! Jean! Answer me!"
Jean was taken by surprise at the level of panic in Rogue's usually easy voice.
"Jean to Rogue. What's wrong?"
She attempted to soothe Rogue with her voice, using a calm and professional tone.
"Logan's down! Magneto...he...tore out tha metal! All of it!"
Jean's eyes opened wide and she gasped, taking a moment to gather her wits.
"Dear god. Is he breathing?"
Beside her Scott looked flabbergasted.
"He's awake Jean, ah had t' revaive him with CPR, but he's conscious."
Jean let out a breath.
"Can you describe the injuries for me?"
She steeled herself for the bound-to-be-ghastly-description.
"Well...he's lost an awful lotta blood, an' ah can see muscles all ova, an tha bone's showing in some places.....it'sa real mess! He needs help!"
Jean racked her mind for something Rogue could do to help him, but the southern belle had done all that was in the range of her abilities.
What Logan needed right now was medical attention.
"Alright, Rogue, don't move him, I'll be there as fast as I can."
She glanced at Scott, who nodded firmly.
"Hurry," Rogue whispered in a tearful undertone.
Jean sent a reassuring thought Rogue's way.
"I'm on my way. Jean out."
She pressed the X button on her wrist before turning back to Scott.
"Scott, Logan's injured badly. I don't know if his healing factor can take such a drastic wounding. I need to get there ASAP."
Her tone was unwavering as her medical training took over.
"Ladies and gents, watch out! The Iceman is comin' through!"
Jean and Scott jumped out of the way as a slide of ice formed between them.
A moment later, a figure of solid ice zipped down the slope he had created and skidded to a stop beside the leader and his fiancée.
"Iceman! You're just who we needed right now. Wolverine's down, and I need to help him. Can you take me there?"
Bobby nodded seriously.
"Of course. Hop on!"
Jean telekinetically raised herself onto the ice ramp and took Bobby's cold hand before pausing as a thought struck her.
"Wait! Is Hank with you?"
"He was a couple hundred meters behind me."
Jean looked at Scott.
"Cyclops, can you radio Hank and tell him to meet me there? Tell him it's urgent."
Scott nodded.
"Thank you." Jean returned her vision to the icy path ahead of them.
"Let's go."
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"What the heck was that?"
Jean flipped her silky red hair over her shoulder.
"I have no idea, Scott."
Scott's brow furrowed.
"But you're the mind reader here!"
Jean smiled and tapped her temple.
"Thought proof helmet, remember?"
Scott smacked his forehead and groaned.
"Right, right, I remember now. Damn!"
Jean was silent, her face scrunched up in concentration.
"What are you doing?"
She opened her eyes a pinch and glanced at Scott.
"I'm scanning....I caught something like panic from Rogue, and....."
She screamed in agony and dropped to her knees, clutching her head.
"Jean! Jean! What's wrong?"
Jean gasped for breath as the pain subsided.
"I.....don't know, Scott, but I.... received a....* very *..... intense pain signal from....Logan....."
She grimaced in recollection.
"Logan's blocking me out with his training...and Rogue's mind is in such a turmoil that I can't read it clearly enough to know what happened....."
Scott frowned.
"Maybe we should contact them."
Jean shook her head.
"No need, Scott, she's---"
She was interrupted by the crackle of her radio.
"Rogue to Jean! Jean! Answer me!"
Jean was taken by surprise at the level of panic in Rogue's usually easy voice.
"Jean to Rogue. What's wrong?"
She attempted to soothe Rogue with her voice, using a calm and professional tone.
"Logan's down! Magneto...he...tore out tha metal! All of it!"
Jean's eyes opened wide and she gasped, taking a moment to gather her wits.
"Dear god. Is he breathing?"
Beside her Scott looked flabbergasted.
"He's awake Jean, ah had t' revaive him with CPR, but he's conscious."
Jean let out a breath.
"Can you describe the injuries for me?"
She steeled herself for the bound-to-be-ghastly-description.
"Well...he's lost an awful lotta blood, an' ah can see muscles all ova, an tha bone's showing in some places.....it'sa real mess! He needs help!"
Jean racked her mind for something Rogue could do to help him, but the southern belle had done all that was in the range of her abilities.
What Logan needed right now was medical attention.
"Alright, Rogue, don't move him, I'll be there as fast as I can."
She glanced at Scott, who nodded firmly.
"Hurry," Rogue whispered in a tearful undertone.
Jean sent a reassuring thought Rogue's way.
"I'm on my way. Jean out."
She pressed the X button on her wrist before turning back to Scott.
"Scott, Logan's injured badly. I don't know if his healing factor can take such a drastic wounding. I need to get there ASAP."
Her tone was unwavering as her medical training took over.
"Ladies and gents, watch out! The Iceman is comin' through!"
Jean and Scott jumped out of the way as a slide of ice formed between them.
A moment later, a figure of solid ice zipped down the slope he had created and skidded to a stop beside the leader and his fiancée.
"Iceman! You're just who we needed right now. Wolverine's down, and I need to help him. Can you take me there?"
Bobby nodded seriously.
"Of course. Hop on!"
Jean telekinetically raised herself onto the ice ramp and took Bobby's cold hand before pausing as a thought struck her.
"Wait! Is Hank with you?"
"He was a couple hundred meters behind me."
Jean looked at Scott.
"Cyclops, can you radio Hank and tell him to meet me there? Tell him it's urgent."
Scott nodded.
"Thank you." Jean returned her vision to the icy path ahead of them.
"Let's go."
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