Thanks for the reviews, The Scribe3 I will try to get that in later in the story. Now part 3.

Scott swam under water for awhile, and then surfaced. If they were not in such a dire crisis, he would stop to marvel at the beauty of the ocean and sky. The sun would be setting in about an hour or so. He popped up for air, and then looked around; treading water as well as he could with one leg. He saw a girl struggling in the water, about a hundred feet away from a life boat. No one lifted a finger to help her; they just shouted encouragement from the safety of the rubber raft. Scott stroked over, and helped the girl, practically dragging her. The girl looked exhausted. Scott left her at the boat and swam off to find someone else to help before she could thank him. Whispered thanks were all she could muster.

The boat was almost underwater, only a small bit of it still remained out of the water. Rogue scanned the water earnestly, searching for Scott, and finally found him swimming over towards the boat, she gasped. The boats undertow would pull him under with it.

Scott felt numbness creeping into his limbs form exhaustion. He kept going though. He stopped 10 feet away from the sinking ship and grabbed hold of the side of a life boat to rest. The boat went under, and quickly hit the bottom. It was only 13 feet deep here, so it wasn't a bad dive.

After that quick breather, he took a deep breath and dove to the wreck. He saw a large gaping hole in the side of the boat. He could see well under the water, because, before he dove off the lifeboat, he had put his visor on and it was water tight. He spotted a still form floating near the ceiling. He grabbed it around the waist. It was a barely conscious Taryn. He pulled her out the hole in the ship and swam up to the surface. He had a large lung capacity because he had been practicing breathing drills to use in this kind of emergency, he could stay under water for about two minutes without any problem, three tops. His leg and shoulder throbbed, he felt light headed from blood loss maybe?

He dove again and again, by his third trip, he felt sick, but was getting ready to dive again. Rogue and Paul paddled the life raft over near where they last saw Scott.

"Gawd ah hope he's alright." Rogue mumbled.

"Me too." Paul replied thoughtlessly. He shifted uneasily in the boat, seeing what he thought was a fin cutting the water a few feet away from them. "Me too."

Scott surfaced again, without anyone with him. He gasped for air. Rogue reached out a gloved hand and grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him in towards the boat. All this pain and suffering all this destruction happened in less than an hour.

"Scott y'all right?' Rogue asked earnestly.

"Scott coughed up some water and gurgled one word, "Fine."

Scott's stomach churned and he threw up, all over everything, but it didn't really matter any more. Scott knew what was happening, he was getting the bends. He remembered the teacher saying something about that in class, air bubbles get into your blood stream or something.

'Rogue, lets get him in the boat." Paul said.

"No, I'm going down one more time to make sure I didn't miss anyone, even if they are dead by now, there's still a chance." Scott stuttered out the words.

"You can't." Rogue told him.

Scott pulled away from her hands and dove for the last time. That was the last she saw of Scott. The rescue crews came about 10 minutes later. Scott had never surfaced. Rogue thought that he must have gotten trapped of ran out of air down there.

10 minutes earlier and Scott would still be with us. Rogue thought angrily to herself as she stood holding the railing of the rescue ship tightly with both hands, tears streamed down her cheeks. I didn't do a damn thing to help him either.

Other kids were talking, Scott Summers pulled me out of the water, Scott summers saved my life, I owe my life to that kid, or whatever. Scott was a hero in every teen's mind.

6 kids died that day, Scott summers one of them. 41 survived, Scott summers helped 30 of them in some way. Mostly it was in kicking down the door, but in some cases it was dragging then to a life boat, pulling them out of the sunken ship, or something like that.

All that mattered was that Scott Summers, leader of the elite team the x-men, hero, whatever you would call him is gone, and isn't coming back. Rogue cried harder with that thought on her mind and then asked one of the crewmen to borrow a phone or something, the x-men were in for the shock of their lives.

Sad isn't it, I think I over did it a bit but, oh well live with it. If you don't like it blame my very scary mind, not me. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!