*None of this is happening to me. It isn't. I'm in bed at home, next to Jean. I will get up at 6 to prepare for class*
He kept repeating that to himself, like a mantra. A malfunctioning mantra but at this point he would settle for anything that would change his situation even slightly.
Which came soon enough when the two of them were thrown into the cabin of the captain. A captain that looked even weirder than his (or was it a her? Impossible to say) staff. It almost looked like an overgrown fly save the wings.
*There's something peculiar going on here. I could swear that I recognize some of what's going on here*
Scott didn't have time to think any further on it before the fly morphed into another soldier, saying "My name is Mathesaar. I'm sorry but the two of you will have to die."
Scott had no real wish to die, not until he had figured out what was really going on and why everything felt so similar despite its insanity at least.
He opened his visor and knocked Mathesaar out of commission and he and Hugh/Logan made a run for it. The latter complaining loudly over how impossible it would be for them to get anywhere like this. The complaints became less vocal when Scott's training managed to secure a couple of guns for them so the odds evened out a little.
Not much but at least it changed from one-ship-against-two-unarmed- humans to one-ship-against-two-armed-humans. That in itself made Scott convinced that it really was Logan there and not some pansy actor. The actor would have paniced regardless of how well-armed he was.
They fought bravely but against such odds even the best warriors that were ever born faces certain defeat. Logan was at one time shot through the arm and his healing-factor could for some reason not cope with the wound so he ripped off his shirt and tied it around his arm to stop the bleeding. The defeat kept coming closer and they were slowly but surely pushed into a small room.
An airlock. That's opening and none of them's wearing some kind of spacesuit or anything like it. That's certain death if there ever was one.
"Okay, okay" Scott blurts out, the truth dawning on him. "Jean, this isn't funny anymore. It never was but give it up now! I promise to never tease you about your choice in movies and books again!"
The room slowly dissolves around him and Logan and when the world's in focus again, they can see Jean before them laughing like a maniac.
"Come on Scott, sweetie. Wasn't it funny? And it taught you how to trust Logan too. Hey, Logan. Even in dreams you manage to lose your shirt I see."
Logan just rolls his eyes at the last comment before looking over to Scott.
They just looks at eachother wondering if she's mental or not. They haven't learned anything from this except to not trust what their eyes and minds tell 'em too.
They look at eachother again and nods before running after Jean. She saw it coming beforehand though and keeps away from them very easily indeed while she's running down the corridor, laughing.
--FIN