I don't own Marvel. Haven't we done this before?
Morgan smiled as the woman waved, waiting for her on the other side of the gate.
"Good work! Now, follow me," the woman called, disappearing and reappearing a'ways down the avenue. Morgan revved the engine, hurrying to catch up with the beautiful lady. But as soon as she got to where the woman should be, she became farther and farther away. Morgan frowned, pushing the cycle faster and faster. Suddenly, a tall man appeared in the middle of the street. She threw on the break, coming inches away from running over his highly polished shoes.
"Professor!" Morgan exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" She could see the woman in the distance, beckoning her onward fervently.
"Where are you going, Morgan?" he asked.
"Don't tell him, Morgan! He wants to hurt me!" the woman called, her voice seeming far away. Morgan looked at her; she had an expression of total fear plastered on her lovely features. Fury coursed through Morgan's veins. How dare he!
"Get out of my way!" she said angrily. The image of Xavier flicked slightly, but he stubbornly remained. "I'll run you over!"
He smiled. "No, you won't." She could feel him holding her in place. Her anger heightened, threatening to boil over. "Come back, Morgan. Come back to me."
"He wants to use you against me, Morgan! He wants me dead!" the woman cried, tears streaming down her face. "Please! Don't go with him! Hurry or it will be too late!"
"Move!" Morgan growled, fighting his pull on her. The Professor flickered again, this time a look of pain on his face, eyes closed. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the woman for the first time. A look of shock crossed his face. "Jean?"
The moment of broken concentration was all Morgan needed. She banished him back to wherever he had come from, removing the obstacle from her path. He vanished, the hold on her broken. She gunned the engine, pelting towards the smiling woman.
"Thank you! Thank you, Morgan!" the woman said, crying in relief. "You must hurry and get away. He is a bad man; his demons will be after you soon! Hurry to me!"
Morgan felt fear slipping fluidly in to replace her anger. Demons? She pushed the gas peddle harder, terror driving her to higher and higher speeds. The woman smiled and warmth filled Morgan's body. "Don't worry, I'll protect you.
Logan and Scott sat nervously next to the Professor's bed as he made his search for the missing girl with his mind. They watched the older man's face; first a smile, then a frown, then a look of complete shock. Then a gasp of pain, bringing him sharply back to their world. Scott leaned forward in concern.
"Where is she? What happened?" Logan pressed as Scott looked angrily up at him. The Professor took a moment to catch his breath.
"She fought me off. She's being guided away."
"Who? Who is guiding her?"
The Professor looked him straight in the eye, his unwavering gaze unnerving the stoic Wolverine.
"It's Jean."