Usually, not always, Scott is non-favorite. He and Kurt are mine favorite, so I will be writing yet another dark fic. Scott is the main character. This is my first x-men fic, so I probably screwed it........
*After X-2; Jean is still alive. Jean used her powers to lift the jet, when she was inside the jet, and made it fly.
Disclaimer:I own nothing, but the basic idea for the story, so no stealing!
~catsiy15~
Steel
Scott felt so insecure these days; he had lost so much at Alkali lake. He had almost lost Jean; twice at that. The first time he had almost done it himself, being under the mind control serum. The second time when she used most of her power trying to make the Blackbird fly; she'd managed it but almost died.
He felt so violated that he had been forced to have the mind control serum given to him. Scott, remembering what happened absent mindly placed his fingers at the base of his neck; feeling the injection area. Scott's warm fingers burned as he touched his frost bitten neck; he pawed at it, remembering how he had gotten the mark.
The pain had been so great, he had wanted to pass out, but the people giving him the mark had kept him awake with some kind of drug. He still had the small hole that the big syringe had made by being ruffly shoved in his arm; the area around it was red. Later, Scott would learn why they had kept him awake; because if he had passed out he could die before he could be used.
The wind blew harshly against his back, causing Scott to pull up his jackets collar and making him decide that he should stop spacing and go inside. Pulling his jacket even closer to him, he trudged back to the mansion trying to ignore the building headache that burned behind his eyes.
Scott opened the main doors and stepped into the hall, where he found Logan and Jean talking; standing, in his opinion, to close for comfort.
The two both turned their heads toward the door when it opened, to find a frost bitten, very tired, gloomy Scott. Jean gasped at he'd look and rushed to him. Usually in this kind of situation a small but passionate fight would break out between the two males, but right now Scott didn't care.
Scotts' headache began to pound harder against his eyes and temples, and Jean and Logan talking wasn't helping.
"Scott, you're all frost bitten! What were you doing outside in such freezing weather?!" Jean said worriedly rubbed his hands back and forth in hers
"Yeah one eye you could catch a cold, then who would forced to taking you're place?" Logan smirked expecting a insult back and when he didn't get one back his smirk faded a little.
The two males never missed a chance to pummel each other. Scott sighing inwardly, he was tired, had another headache, Jean and Logan to close, was cold and was certainly not in the mood for Logan insulting him. Scott roughly tore off his jacket, starting Jean and Logan with his sudden movement. Flipping the jacket over his shoulder he pushed past the two, sighing as he went up the stairs to the room he shared with Jean.
Scott roughly tore his boots off, along with his shirt and pants. After putting on some nice comfy blue pajama pants on, he proceed to the adults bathroom across the hall.
Scott fumbled in the medicine cabinet and after finding the headache medicine, he went back to his room.
Scott didn't mean it but he must have shut the door more loudly than he meant to; causing a searing pain to flash thorough his head and crashing into the back of his eyes. He stumbled backward, pushing off his ruby quartz glasses and held his eyes, gritting his teeth.
The pain faded slowly but Scott knew it would come back. Scott sensed Jean's new found worry through their mental link, so he quickly wrapped his ace bandages around his eyes and head. Scott then laid down; just as his pounding headache began to start with the nausea.
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"What's wrong with one eye?" asked Logan as Scott walked up the stairs
"I hope he's alright.....my link with him isn't so strong right now......" Jeans features showed her concern
"Your telepathy still off?"
"yeah...."
"Well if you can't tell what he's thinking, then what's he doing?"
Jean began to look into space, before she found Scott "He's in the bathroom...."
"Well at least we know that part of him is normal" Logan chuckled
"He's now walking into the bedroom; and now he's............"
Logan looked at Jean and her face went form worried to flat out frighted.
"Red? What's wrong?" Logan said, his gruff voice echoing off the empty walls of the hall
"Scotts got a headache!" She turned to run up the stairs but Logan had grabbed her wrist.
"What's the big deal? It's just a headache, I'm sure he can handle it"
Jean pulled away roughly "I'm sorry; you don't understand! Tell you later!" She yelled down the stairs as she ran up them.
Logan walked up the stairs to investigate this 'headache-thing'
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Scott heard footsteps running up the stairway and down the hall vigorously; he knew it was Jean. She stopped at the door, opening it slowly; creeping in gingerly she sat on the bed.
"Scott, why didn't you tell me?" He didn't answer her
The huge amount of pressure behind his eyes grew larger, and his pounding headache was drowned out by a fit of nausea and the searing pain in his head.
Scott clutched at his head, curling his legs to his stomach. Jean quickly moved to the head of the bed and placed Scott's head in her lap. She stroked his hair and whispered 'It's okay Scott, it'll be okay' through their mental link.
The pain in his head finally dulled to the pounding and throbbing behind his eyes; but his nausea still rolled around in his stomach. Scott's brow was beaded with sweat, giving him chills.
Minutes later Logan came up the stairs, and walked to Scott and Jean's room; the door was half open. Upon opening the door Logan found Jean holding Scott's head in her lap and stroking his hair.
Jean looked up at Logan when he entered and put a finger to he lips and making a 'shhh' noise.
Jean patted a space on the bed next to her and Scott; Logan feeling just a little jealous, accepted the invitation.
"He's barely sleeping, so we have to whisper....."
Logan nodded solemnly looking at Scott; scott's face was contorted in pain, he was sweating a little, and......bandages over his eyes?
"What's with the bandages?" Logan tried to whisper but came out louder than should have; Scott curled up closer to Jean at the noise.
"Anytime Scott needs to sleep, he MUST wear the ace bandages" Jean replied looking sadly at Scott "His glasses are too uncomfortable, and if he spelt with nothing on his face, when he woke up he'd open his eyes and............"
Scott currently moaned in his sleep and his mouth fell into a frown, showing the two that he was still in pain.
Logan frowned "I don't get it Jean, It's just a headache"
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