A/N: Here we go again. I'm thinkin' since NO ONE chose, I'm gonna write all
three endings; happy, sad, and disturbing. Any objections? Review!
They all took turns watching over each other. Nothing happened for a time, then Scott came back.
"Hello," he said. "I'm here for Wolverine."
"Never," Storm said savagely. All of them were on their feet, ready to fight.
"Please," Scott said dismissively. "I admire your courage, but this is pointless. I can blast you. You can't get close enough to me to do anything."
"We stick together," Storm said, and the others chorused their agreement.
Scott sighed. "Have it your way."
He brought his hand up to his glasses to release his blasts. Logan's voice rang out.
"Wait!" Scott halted. For the moment. "I'll make you a deal."
"You're hardly in a position."
Logan ignored that. "If you leave them all alone, you can do whatever you want with me and. . .I. . .won't fight you."
A chorus of, "Logan, no!" broke out among the X-Men. Scott looked thoughtful.
"What do you want? For them to remain completely unharmed? Physically, I can promise. Mentally is another story."
"Mental too, or no go."
"No go then." Scott raised his hand again to remove his glasses.
Dammit, when had the boy become so fucking ruthless?! "Fine! We'll play it your way. No physical harm, and I'm yours."
It seemed to Logan that Scott's eyes gleamed brighter beneath those damned glasses. "Deal." He held out his hand.
Logan hesitated, and Storm hissed in his ear not to do this. However, he was better able to deal with any physical torture and Jeannie could take care of them mentally. He reached out. "Deal." His bargain was made, and he would pay with his soul. He knew it.
"Then come with me." Scott's smile dripped evil, malice and a sadistic pleasure that reflected things to come. Logan shuddered. This would not be easy, but he'd die for the X-Men. For this boy he loved so.
Funny, wasn't it, how, at the moment of destruction you could finally accept what you've been trying so hard to deny.
Logan followed Scott, afraid for the first time in a very long time. Scott was creative. This was going to hurt.
They all took turns watching over each other. Nothing happened for a time, then Scott came back.
"Hello," he said. "I'm here for Wolverine."
"Never," Storm said savagely. All of them were on their feet, ready to fight.
"Please," Scott said dismissively. "I admire your courage, but this is pointless. I can blast you. You can't get close enough to me to do anything."
"We stick together," Storm said, and the others chorused their agreement.
Scott sighed. "Have it your way."
He brought his hand up to his glasses to release his blasts. Logan's voice rang out.
"Wait!" Scott halted. For the moment. "I'll make you a deal."
"You're hardly in a position."
Logan ignored that. "If you leave them all alone, you can do whatever you want with me and. . .I. . .won't fight you."
A chorus of, "Logan, no!" broke out among the X-Men. Scott looked thoughtful.
"What do you want? For them to remain completely unharmed? Physically, I can promise. Mentally is another story."
"Mental too, or no go."
"No go then." Scott raised his hand again to remove his glasses.
Dammit, when had the boy become so fucking ruthless?! "Fine! We'll play it your way. No physical harm, and I'm yours."
It seemed to Logan that Scott's eyes gleamed brighter beneath those damned glasses. "Deal." He held out his hand.
Logan hesitated, and Storm hissed in his ear not to do this. However, he was better able to deal with any physical torture and Jeannie could take care of them mentally. He reached out. "Deal." His bargain was made, and he would pay with his soul. He knew it.
"Then come with me." Scott's smile dripped evil, malice and a sadistic pleasure that reflected things to come. Logan shuddered. This would not be easy, but he'd die for the X-Men. For this boy he loved so.
Funny, wasn't it, how, at the moment of destruction you could finally accept what you've been trying so hard to deny.
Logan followed Scott, afraid for the first time in a very long time. Scott was creative. This was going to hurt.