ACT ON IMPULSE 5

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The Grim Memory Scene

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Dana hugged Kitty. "How long has it been Kitty?" she laughed. "I am so glad to see you again!" she added. "It's been non-stop touring since I signed the contracts!"

"Well at least you made a detour here!"

Dana shrugged and smiled; her purple-flecked eyes glowed, as did the natural magenta streaks in her hair. "So, anyone heard anything about Genosha lately? I get to play a benefit there in a few weeks. Mutant Survival day and all"

"Well, well, well if it isn't Passionate Purple Patty" a voice said.

"Lance!" Dana smiled and slapped his arm playfully, then noted the blue skinned actor slip a page into Lance's back pocket. "Who's your friend…wait actually he was in some scene with Melissa Joan Hart on that movie…"

"Okay moving on" Lance said as Scott walked up, away from his multi-sex group. "How's the singing going?"

"As well as I like it, but hectic…okay moving on from me…how is everyone?"

"Good" Scott said. He looked at her. "Heard from Michelangelo and Raphael?"

"Rae and Mickey? Yep" Jubilee said. "Mickey-Angelo got off the pills a few months ago and Mack's been working on getting their wedding together since he said he loved her…"

"Ah yes, by the ruined Eiffel Tower when it was raining Shaw limbs" grinned Lance. Everyone fell silent…Lance had nearly died that day…

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Paris – During The Siege – Operation Eiffel

Scott, Lance, Dana, Michelangelo! Dream's reported 20 casualties and 3 fatalities near the tower. She says she's inside but Shaw is about to charge up the broadcasting relay and boost Charles' signal to every mind on the globe!

Cassandra's voice was clear as a bell. The screen of mental chaff she'd gotten No-Girl to broadcast was blinding Charles to their presence completely. Understood BossLance said.

Lance was dressed in a torn sleeved black T-shirt with a dark grey padding down the front that connected to a silver headset at the back of his head and his blue visor. His grey boots crunched the gravel and he was rooting around in one of the pockets of his grey combats. He pulled the flat device from his pocket, held in his black wire-covered gloves. "I've got the code breaker," he said.

Scott was dressed in a dark blue-leather body suit with short sleeves with a yellow belt and two bandoleers forming an X over his chest. His visor had stripped circuitry at the sides and a mouthpiece attached.

"My brother is in there. And my best friend is in there," Mike said. "We have to hurry, once that telepathic power funnels through my brother he will expire…I can feel his shields being broken by Shaw…"

The connection the twins shared was profound; it surpassed psychic powers and even fraternal instinct. Mike was identical to Rae except he carried himself differently, less warmth and hope in his stride. His grey eyes were filled with despair.

He was dressed in a dark red jacket with a high collar and cuffed sleeves with black bands on them. His black jeans and hiking boots had red stripes on them in moderation. In his gloved hands he held a cylinder of pills. He tapped two into his hands and crunched them in his teeth.

"Are the personalities surfacing?" asked Dana wearily, she was dressed in a costume made of dark purple plates, her hair tied up by a spiked band, her 5-inch heels clicked as she walked towards him.

"They just got loud" Mickey said. "I- If ---I can ---If things get bad I can pull my mental blocks, if they start squabbling over control they may cause my brain to go into Neuro-entropy that'll clear out the tower -"

"Not an option" Scott said. "We all come out alive."

"We'd never be able to look ourselves in the mirror again" Lance said. "Because Mack would disfigure us…and…gouge out our eyes." Mackenzie was also known as Dream. She was a Polymorph who could copy DNA to temporarily use another mutant's abilities as well as become them…

Calmly Dana walked out into the ruins of the Parisian street. Nearby Mystique had led a squad to distract the bulk of Shaw's forces. The Arc De Triumph was smouldering now. Mystique was firing a blaster the size of a small car at the Hellfire Pawns. Bobby and St. John froze and flamed them. Jubilee was causing a display that would have been beautiful had the circumstances not been so disturbing.

Blob body slammed a man and then slung him at his friends. Woodstock was skittering with toad across the Arc De Triumph taking out the floating crafts of the club. Nearby Storm had whipped up a tempest to compliment Cain's path of destruction.

Cain and the X-men…there was a sight.

Scott looked to Lance. "We should move," he said as he climbed up the remains of a tank. Lance scoped the backside clad in leather and willed his hormones to stop pumping so much blood to a certain part of his anatomy.

They hurried towards the tower; the satellite dishes were built onto the frame now. It was macabre… Dana grumbled and looked to the others. "Well?"

"We have to hurry" Mickey said. He sounded in pain. "They've broken Rae's shields! We have very little time!"

Dana sighed. "We need to get in". Scott nodded towards an approaching jeep. It pulled up. Gambit, Philippe and Rogue sat in it.

"Need a left m'seurs et m'selle?" asked Remy.

"Only if I drive" Dana said.

"Ah think we all remember where that'll lead us," Rogue said.

"I may be a vampire-like being" Philippe said in his British-South African lilt. "But a high impact collision will kill me most likely." Dana slipped in beside him. Rogue was at the wheel. Scott grimaced as Lance squeezed into the back beside him, the legs winding up entwined.

Rogue floored the jeep and everyone was jolted backwards as they sped towards the gates of the Eiffel Complex. A/N: cue the theme music from X-men

The corrugated steel gates burst inwards. The guards on the towers turned to take aim, the cards flew through the air and blew them out. Rogue smiled at Remy and instantly Philippe back flipped onto the overhead rail of the jeep.

"I'll cover you," he said.

"Are ya crazy?" exclaimed Rogue. "What if they blow you up?"

"Then you won't have to worry about my funeral" Philippe exclaimed. "And besides death would make things interesting there's always a risk to be found and a thrill to be had and maybe I can prove my worth!" He swung down and kissed Rogue with a gentle haste.

"I didn't drain you," she said touching her lips.

"I've always been immune" Philippe said in a sad whisper. "You just never noticed"

He propelled himself upwards and away. Gambit stared as the young man in the black shirt and pants vanished into the darkness of the iron bars overhead. The cylindrical Ground Hut was built under the tower directly, a pipe of wires with two elevators on either side of it with ladders and catwalks all around rose up through it.

"Gauntlet ahead cher!" Remy exclaimed as dozens of soldiers appeared on the walls and guard towers with power rifles aimed.

"We've got friends" Scott smiled, aware of Lance's proximity…the heat…the tickle of breath on his ear. Pushing all those thoughts away he focused on the task ahead. Philippe swept down on the men surrounded by his Psycho-Manifestations, small black bats with glowing red eyes that fluttered shrieking around him. They were quite deadly, though once outside his sphere of influence they became unpleasant ghosts…

There was a roar and Wolverine came down in a slash that removed the arms of the robotic pawns. Mickey unleashed a psychokinetic bolt that took the form of a shower of shuriken and razed straight through the pawns on a platform. Yuriko ran like a ninja from the rising dust of an energy blast of Gambits that had blown open a wall. She leapt away from a stream of bullets and launched herself up a wall slashing pawns to ribbons with her nails.

"I'll get the door," Lance said. The quake he sent out buckled the dome and the doors fell open. "Here we go". (A/N: And cue the Evolution X-men music). Dana launched from the car.

"NOT SO FAST" the barrier of light sprang up. The blonde man in the white polo neck and suit strode forwards. "Mr Shaw had this barrier installed just for a lame rescue attempt. I'm Donald Pierce and I will be eliminating you today."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because," the arrogant blonde man said. "The only way out of this trap is a lever on this side of the energy". A guard walked over to the lever and pulled it down. Pierce spun.

"Ooops" sighed the guard in a woman's voice. "Silly me, and my lever pulling". The guard turned silver briefly morphing into a young girl with a black Cleopatra haircut and emerald green eyes. She wore a black leather catsuit with a partially open front and no zip. She pulled the shuriken from the bands on her gloved wrists and hurled them at Pierce. He ignored them as they jammed in his chest and lashed a punch at her. Her body shifted away and lashed out bringing her high heel into his head. He grimaced and twitched.

Rogue karate kicked a pawn aside. "Mickey where's Rae?"

Mickey closed his eyes and sensed out his twin. "Upstairs" he said. "Very far upstairs! We have to hurry he's got no mental shields left!"

"One call button coming up" Dana said as the elevator was dragged down to the floor and the doors wrenched open by unseen forces. A power blast from Donald's chest blasted her aside.

Pierce darted towards Rogue and charged an electric bolt on his arm. Philippe was suddenly before him the electricity hit the pale young South-African and he screamed in pain. Then grabbed Pierce by the face and smashed the back of his head through a wall.

"Go" he said to Rogue. "I'll stay back"

"Not without some help," said Dream as she launched into a spinning aerial kick at Pierce and smashed heavily into his stomach. "That's plain crazy."

Lance pulled Scott out of the way of a bolt fired by a Pawn and sent a tremor wave at the man; the pulse shattered the robotic beings floor space and crushed him under the tiles and rubble. "Thanks" Scott said.

Lance shrugged and watched Scott run towards the elevator admiring the movements and then following the handsome backside. "Go" Dream said to Mickey. "Save your brother…avenge the deaths of our friends…" Mickey looked unsure. "GO OR I'LL CUT YOUR MASCULINITY OFF" she snapped.

"If we get out of this alive," he began.

"We will - Go"

"I love you" Mickey managed breathlessly. "I – Love – You… I've needed to say that since forever… I love you. You were always there for me I love you"

Mackenzie paused for a moment. "I can't love people, I killed my own father," she muttered, Mickey looked downcast. "But – damn it you went and changed all that!" she lunged forwards and kissed him passionately then shoved him. "Go save your brother brat" she said and rushed towards Pierce who was hurling balls of energy all around. Mickey felt a surge of vitality and took off towards the elevator. Lance, Scott and Rogue were inside with Yuriko. Wolverine lunged at Pierce whose body deflected the blades.

"I want to help" Scott said.

"You can, by finding Rae" Lance said calmly. Scott looked up at him adjusting his visor and swallowing a funny lump in his throat. The elevator was propelled upwards by Dana who then turned back to dealing with Pierce.

Lance drew his pistol. It was a like a ray gun from n old B-movie in some aspects, but sleeker… he used it when he hadn't got any land to work with. The elevator reached the old Eiffel tower restaurant. A large blue orb of light was glowing in the centre of the room with Rae strapped into a chair, diodes on his temples. Mickey flinched feeling the pain.

"A rather unique device" a voice said. "Similar to Cerebra using the boys brain as fuel." The tall man with the black ponytail was shirtless displaying his muscles… he walked forwards. "Sebastian Shaw… a pleasure…now. Leave"

"Well since y'all insisted," sneered Rogue.

"I don't think we will" Yuriko said as she crossed her arms.

"You will if you know what's best for you. I turn kinetic force into power, all your abilities – telekinesis, energy blasts, punches and kicks – are helpless against me." Rogue looked to Mickey who was clutching his head. "Leave"

"No" Rogue said. Shaw sighed and stamped down. The floor splintered. Yuriko flipped at him and slashed down her nails growing out. He dodged back and punched her into a wall so hard she splintered it in all directions.

"I'll make you wish you had" Shaw said as he absorbed the bolts from Scott's eyes and Lance's gun. Mickey darted towards the machine…

Dana watched in awe as Pierce cackled, shoving Wolverine away forcing the claw out of his torso. He shifted, his chest expanded revealing rows of missile launch tubes; his arms whirred and folded out into blasters and ray guns. His eyes blazed red as circuitry appeared on a skull plate that slid out from hidden slots on his face. His legs were covered in armour.

"He's a robot," Dana said. "Excuse me…but what are you made of?"

"Admantium" roared Pierce.

"Thought so" Dana said. She gestured and he exploded into pieces of tattered circuitry. "He went to pieces on me" she said.

"There was an attraction" smirked Remy.

"He had a magnetic personality," sighed Logan in defeat at the pun wave.

"He just couldn't hold it together" chuckled Dream. Everyone looked to Philippe.

"We should go," he said. "The others might need us"

"What kind of pun is that?" Dream sighed.

Lance ducked the punch. He rushed to Mickey. "What's the problem?" he asked.

"I can't shut it down" Mickey exclaimed. "It's locked me out the wires even repel me with an electric current every time I try to touch them and they're plated against my psychic powers!"

"What if the tower became unstable?" Lance asked.

"Then the wires would short automatically, too much movement would cause the power column running up the middle of the tower to shatter it's casing and begin to come apart…"

"Then let's rock and roll" Lance said. He stood up and raised his hands above his head gathering the pulse waves into his minds eye. Shaw saw him, swatted Yuriko aside into Scott and stalked forwards. He batted Mickey into a wall and reached out for Lance. Mickey hit him with a powered up fist but to no avail.

"You were once one of the most powerful mutants in the world…then you went and picked Sanity and Family over power" snorted Shaw pronouncing Sanity and family like dirty words. "Weakling…just like your brother…who's about to die." He batted Mickey away and raised his arms over Lance's body.

"NOOOOO!" Scott opened both eyes sans visor and blew Shaw through a wall from his right side. Lance's nose was bleeding and the pain in his head was unbelievable he threw the pulse waves down straight into the earth…passing through the column of wires straight into the earth below…the quake was incredible it moved the tower like a jelly mould. Shaw was lying against the railings of the tower… he looked up the satellites were falling down, below him as well…

"I've failed"

"Yes"

"They'll kill me…" Shaw said as he turned to look at Mickey. "Unless I kill you… they doom me to a painful death". Mickey smiled and in a blur he was in front of Shaw his fingers closed around the man's neck, lifting him up.

"When it comes to death I have a fate far worse" Mickey said. "You'll wish they had killed you." The psionic fire blazed through Shaw and he screamed as his mind was reduced to slime. Mickey dropped him. "Stay away from my family."

Lance cried out in pain as everything went white, he heard the shriek of the jet engines and Mystique shouting and the clanging fall of bars…then nothing as he collapsed backwards into Scott's arms.

Scott cradled Lance in his arms. "Wake up Lance" he whispered. "Come on!" Lance didn't move. Two weeks later in the medical bay of their HQ he finally awoke for long enough to realize where he was.

"You went into a type of anaphylactic shock," Beast said from the bedside. "Scott's been waiting here with you for the two weeks entirely…I had to literally drag him away from the bed to eat a few times."

Lance looked at the sleeping boy.

"You nearly died…don't do that again."

"No plans to" sighed Lance. "How's Rae"

"Alive. Dana's already convinced him to stay bed bound one more day for the past two weeks" smiled Hank. "You should wake Scott up…I have to go check on other patients". Lance looked at the young man soundly asleep behind his bed in shades and a carelessly draped blanket. He reached out and touched the soft cheek. Then he sighed and said: "SCOTT" loudly.

Scott awoke then frowned…had Lance just called him Scott?

Present Day – The Party

"So who's going to Genosha for the Founding Day?" asked Dana to break the silence

"Pretty much everyone" Lance said.

"I can't I have work to do" Scott shrugged. "Big case"

"We're flying our models out early for a shoot" Dominic said. "So we'll be flying out by charter later…if you get the chance to come take it". Lance snickered and Kitty and Dominic swatted an ear each. "Perv" they said together.

Lance rubbed his ears and leaned back in the seat. "Look I need to head, I've got to go and check over some of the plans for the new Genoshan Embassy building… anyone got a lift?"

"Yeah" Scott said. "Mystique has me in early tomorrow."

Lance and Kitty exchanged brief glances no one seemed to notice and then Lance grabbed his leather jacket and followed Scott out. Scott's car hadn't changed…it wasn't the same one of course; Magneto had launched that one at Scott personally during the Siege. But it was identical.

"So…what's the case about?" Lance asked

"The Rainy Day murders" Scott said as they sat into the car, the drizzle was raining down heavier now and Scott prayed the murderer would stay away. "Totally unlinked MO… other then a rainy day."

Lance nodded and looked at Scott. The run across the parking lot had soaked his shirt and hair; they were both sticking to him now and he just looked adorable. Lance wanted to jump him right then and there and re-enact the Car scene from the titanic… lots of vapour on the windows yes definitely.

But…he couldn't…he didn't want to make Scott "another Conquest". The kiss at the school had been – yeah but he did want more just not a quick screw and that was all. He grimaced and stared ahead as they pulled out.

Lance and Scott didn't speak until Scott stopped at a set of lights. "The kiss…" Scott said. Lance froze and slowly turned to look at him. "I – I'm glad you didn't try to go to far with me that night…look I know you probably had one too many on you that night so…"

"What?" Lance gasped. "You think I was drunk?"

"Why else would you make a pass at me of all people?"

Lance stopped…he'd been expecting a lecture. "Wait…what? WHY? Because… you're every guys wet dream…well every normal guy anyway… your every guys wet dream in a gift wrapped box of chocolates!" Scott stared at him.

"W-what?"

"You're gorgeous" Lance said slowly. "I've - - been attracted to you since I first laid eyes on you." Scott looked away. "What?"

"Don't you – you don't understand…"

The car moved on before shrieking to a stop. A phone booth was shattered on the curb. The glass was broken right in and the phone itself was torn out and discarded. Scott pulled over. "God no" he gasped. "It's too much of a coincidence"

Lance climbed out into the pouring rain under the yellow glow of the streetlight. Scott ran over to the phone and looked around. There was a crash from an alley and he ran over, the sloshing of his steps was in synch with Lance's. The brunette was beside him in no time.

"I think it's the murderer!" exclaimed Scott he rushed down the alley and into a square between buildings his powers had grown; his eyes could see heat energy trails now…and he was following one. The amber dust he saw led him to the courtyard… the shape in the heavy green raincoat, big boots and plastic trousers was crouched over the body of the young woman whose neck was snapped. She was lying there, her head resting on a waste bag and adjusted to look up, her arms out and her legs curled up to one side.

"You're under arrest!" Scott said, shaking the rain off his face. The murderer turned… in a blur of speed he smashed Scott across the area with a shoulder tackled. The earth shuddered and a blast of vibration energy smashed him into a dumpster. Lance lowered his hand and charged up his vibration aura around his head h thrust out his hand again and the ripples bounced into his palm and straight at the murderer. He powers to literally manipulate the earth with highly refined vibrations had also let him generate concussive blasts over limited distances. He focused on the ground and the concrete slabs of the courtyard were catapulted at the shape.

The murderer leapt over them easily and in a blur of speed knocked Lance over. Scott unleashed a blast of optic power at the killer and saved Lance…unfortunately the killer spun around and hit him with a sonic blast from his mouth somewhere in the hood of his coat. Scott went down…

The murderer sprinted away.

"Scott?"

Scott couldn't move, his body was numb…he could barely speak only make faint moans. Lance scrambled over to his side. There was blood coming from Scott's left nostril. "Okay hang on," he said. "Just stay calm…"

Lance couldn't explain it…but he felt like his heart was ripped out as he reached for his phone. If Scott died so did the murderer…

TBC