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The X-Men searched everywhere. No luck. It was like Scott had vanished off the face of the earth. Even Logan's senses couldn't pick up any race of him past a point. Scott Summers, field leader of the X-Men, had disappeared.
Scott, in reality, hadn't vanished at all. He was simply in a place where the X-Men couldn't find him, not yet. When the time came. He planned and planned and told his new teammates how to do what they'd never done before.
The X-Men kept looking, past the point of no hope. They weren't finding him. There was depression in the air of the manor. Even training sessions couldn't erase the air of mourning the students felt. School, training, even walking through the Institute only served to remind them of what they'd lost.
Logan felt it most keenly, though he hid it the best. After all, he wasn't supposed to like the kid, was he? Truth was, he felt responsible for Scott's disappearance. If only he had been nicer. . .Cyke was under a lot of pressure, after all. He was just a kid and leading a group like this couldn't be easy, especially with school thrown into the mix. If only he had shown some compassion to the kid. . .
The Professor never gave up with Cerebro. Scott was his son, in all but blood. One day, the Professor didn't find Scott, but he did find Magneto. That was alarming.
He quickly sent the X-Men to stop whatever he was doing.
They got to the coordinates the Professor had given them; there was nothing. It was abandoned. That made them careless. It wouldn't have happened if Scott had been there, they reflected later.
They were ambushed. Pyro, Colossus, Sabertooth, Gambit, and Magneto attacked them without warning. The X-Men tried to counter, but couldn't. It was like Magneto's boys were ready for anything and everything they could do.
The X-Men scattered. It was all they had left. Logan and Jean went off together; Rogue and Kurt went in another direction; Ororo and Kitty ran in yet another. They were all over. The battle was all over.
Jean flitted through the shadows, Logan nearby. Suddenly, she stopped.
"What'sa matter, Red?" Logan growled.
"Scott's here," she breathed. "I can feel him, he's here!" She ran off in some random direction, ignoring Logan's pleas to wait. Growling and muttering under his breath, he followed her. He had a really bad feeling about this.
Jean found Scott standing in a forest of boxes and crates, in a warehouse. Without thinking, knowing it was really him, she threw herself at him.
"Oh, Scott, we've been so worried! Where have you been? What're you doing here? Magneto's here! We've got to leave!"
"Shh, Jean. It's all right. We're safe."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Logan entered then. He sniffed, not liking that One-Eye was waiting here, seemingly waiting for them. He smelled. . .No. . .
"Jeannie, get away from him!"
"What? Logan, are you crazy? He can save us!"
"Jeannie, it's a trap!"
An evil smile lit Scott's face. "NOW!" he shouted. Pyro, Magneto, and Sabertooth jumped out of their hiding places.
The look Jean gave Scott spoke of the complete betrayal he had just committed. He only smiled. Logan flew at him, claws out, ready to tear the kid limb from limb, but Magneto caught him.
"Now, now, Wolverine," Magneto chastised. "Can't have you tearing up my boy here, can I?"
"He ain't yours, asshole. What'd you do to him?"
"I only offered him what he wanted."
"Which was?"
It was Scott who answered. "Revenge."
That caught both Logan and Jean by surprise. "What. . ." Jean began, but before she could finish, she felt a prick in her neck and the world turned to darkness.
"Well done, Cyclops," Magneto said, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.
Scott's smile was merciless. "All thanks to you, sir."
"No, it was your planning," Pyro said. "Damn, I never thought we'd really beat those damn freaks."
"Next time will be even better," Scott vowed as they loaded the unconscious X-Men to the waiting transport. "I promise."
A/N: So? What do you think? REVIEW, DAMN YOU!!!!
The X-Men searched everywhere. No luck. It was like Scott had vanished off the face of the earth. Even Logan's senses couldn't pick up any race of him past a point. Scott Summers, field leader of the X-Men, had disappeared.
Scott, in reality, hadn't vanished at all. He was simply in a place where the X-Men couldn't find him, not yet. When the time came. He planned and planned and told his new teammates how to do what they'd never done before.
The X-Men kept looking, past the point of no hope. They weren't finding him. There was depression in the air of the manor. Even training sessions couldn't erase the air of mourning the students felt. School, training, even walking through the Institute only served to remind them of what they'd lost.
Logan felt it most keenly, though he hid it the best. After all, he wasn't supposed to like the kid, was he? Truth was, he felt responsible for Scott's disappearance. If only he had been nicer. . .Cyke was under a lot of pressure, after all. He was just a kid and leading a group like this couldn't be easy, especially with school thrown into the mix. If only he had shown some compassion to the kid. . .
The Professor never gave up with Cerebro. Scott was his son, in all but blood. One day, the Professor didn't find Scott, but he did find Magneto. That was alarming.
He quickly sent the X-Men to stop whatever he was doing.
They got to the coordinates the Professor had given them; there was nothing. It was abandoned. That made them careless. It wouldn't have happened if Scott had been there, they reflected later.
They were ambushed. Pyro, Colossus, Sabertooth, Gambit, and Magneto attacked them without warning. The X-Men tried to counter, but couldn't. It was like Magneto's boys were ready for anything and everything they could do.
The X-Men scattered. It was all they had left. Logan and Jean went off together; Rogue and Kurt went in another direction; Ororo and Kitty ran in yet another. They were all over. The battle was all over.
Jean flitted through the shadows, Logan nearby. Suddenly, she stopped.
"What'sa matter, Red?" Logan growled.
"Scott's here," she breathed. "I can feel him, he's here!" She ran off in some random direction, ignoring Logan's pleas to wait. Growling and muttering under his breath, he followed her. He had a really bad feeling about this.
Jean found Scott standing in a forest of boxes and crates, in a warehouse. Without thinking, knowing it was really him, she threw herself at him.
"Oh, Scott, we've been so worried! Where have you been? What're you doing here? Magneto's here! We've got to leave!"
"Shh, Jean. It's all right. We're safe."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Logan entered then. He sniffed, not liking that One-Eye was waiting here, seemingly waiting for them. He smelled. . .No. . .
"Jeannie, get away from him!"
"What? Logan, are you crazy? He can save us!"
"Jeannie, it's a trap!"
An evil smile lit Scott's face. "NOW!" he shouted. Pyro, Magneto, and Sabertooth jumped out of their hiding places.
The look Jean gave Scott spoke of the complete betrayal he had just committed. He only smiled. Logan flew at him, claws out, ready to tear the kid limb from limb, but Magneto caught him.
"Now, now, Wolverine," Magneto chastised. "Can't have you tearing up my boy here, can I?"
"He ain't yours, asshole. What'd you do to him?"
"I only offered him what he wanted."
"Which was?"
It was Scott who answered. "Revenge."
That caught both Logan and Jean by surprise. "What. . ." Jean began, but before she could finish, she felt a prick in her neck and the world turned to darkness.
"Well done, Cyclops," Magneto said, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.
Scott's smile was merciless. "All thanks to you, sir."
"No, it was your planning," Pyro said. "Damn, I never thought we'd really beat those damn freaks."
"Next time will be even better," Scott vowed as they loaded the unconscious X-Men to the waiting transport. "I promise."
A/N: So? What do you think? REVIEW, DAMN YOU!!!!