Part 8: Pain, Metal, and Professors

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN XMEN!

Everyone had the plans for "Operation Charles" fresh in their minds. Those chosen to carry out the mission changed into their own costume thingies. (what do u call em anyway?)

"Okay who's coming along again?" Storm asked Scott for the billionth time.

"You, Kurt, Me, Ahem Jean and Logan, Kitty, Evan, Bobby, and Rogue."

"Oh, okay."

"X-Men we need to move out, NOW!"

Rogue turned to Bobby and said, "Damn… what the cluck is up Scott's butt?"

Bobby just responded with a shrug and they both took their seats in the X-Jet.

"To clarify one more time, who's coming along?" Storm asked Scott for the billionth and one time.

"Can you stop fucking asking me?"

"Don't you dare talk to me like that Scott. It's not my fault that your 'precious Jean' fucked someone else."

The Jet was quiet as everyone processed what she said. As much as Evan wanted to hold it in he couldn't and he burst with laughter. Soon Kitty, Bobby, and Rogue joined him. Jean blushed slightly and then got up from her seat and walked towards Scott.

"We need to talk."

Jean grabbed his hand and pulled him to the back. Scott, the poor fool, couldn't resist her touch and let her take him.

"Scott, I'm… I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me last night. I guess me and liquor don't mix."

Jean gently caressed the man that she had deep rooted feelings for. His skin was smooth and she could tell he was in pain. She thought to herself, she did this she hurt him so badly, she who had scoffed at the ring that he had left outside her room door.

"Jean, I don't know if I can believe you, but I know that it hurts so bad, so bad to even look at your face, a face that I know and love so well."

Tears came pouring down Jean's face and she dropped to the floor. Scott knelt down beside her.

"Did you mean those things you said last night, Jean?"

"I can't remember what I said to you or anything. I'm very confused right now, but… but-

"I have to know something, right now, is there hope for us or are you leaving me for… him?"

"I can't give you an answer now, but please don't look the way you do now." Jean stroked Scott's face and ran her fingers over those red tinted glasses. Then she leaned in and kissed those lips that she had kissed so many times before. "I… I… don't want to see you in pain, love."

Scott stood up and said, "This, right now, is something I have to do, we can worry about us later."

"If that's what you want."

Scott helped Jean up and they walked back to their seats. Then they started off.

~Time has passed and the X-Men are nearing the place where they believe the professor is. ~

The X-Men neared the warehouse that stood before them. Kurt teleported inside with Storm to check out the trouble that lay ahead of them. They found heaps of scraps of metal and it puzzled them. Soon they found the doorway and kicked it open. They called for the others and they arrived immediately. They walked inside and gazed at the mountains of metal in front of them.

"Looks like heaven for Magneto," Evan said.

At that moment they heard a soft moaning.

"I think we should investigate this ware house further. Let's split up," Scott ordered.

Jean, Scott, Rogue, and Bobby followed the moaning. It led them to a back room. The room's light was on and through the windows they could make out the shadows of two people, well, having sexual relations.

"Do you think really think we should intrude?" Jean asked.

"It might be the professor," Scott shuddered, "with another innocent person."

Scott blasted the doorway open and what was in front of them both shocked them and grossed them out. Rogue retched and threw up.

THE PROFESSOR AND MAGNETO WERE… WERE… THEY WERE FONDLING!!!!!!!