Back in the X Limo>
Scott set Marie in a seat, securing her in place with the seat belt. Logan turned around in the driver's sear when he heard Scott grunt. Seeing Marie's bruised throat, and haggid state, Logan growled, "What happened to this being a non threatening retrieval? And where's Sparkie?"
Charles climbed in the back as Ororo got situated next to Logan. "Marie was unfortunately caught in the middle of an old grudge but she'll be fine. St. John will be spending the night here I assume due to the current situation."
"You're suggesting we leave Sparkie alone, with a convicted (serial) killer?" Scott slammed the door roughly as he climbed into the back, stating without words his disagreement on the matter, which Logan was still unaware of.
"Are we waiting for-?"
"No Logan, we're set." With that brief statement from Xavier, Logan knew immediately he had missed some level of action. He huffed and pulled out of the parking lot into the rush hour traffic of Los Angeles, California.
In the Suite that Xavier bought>
Bamf>
Jean coughed at the overwhelming smell of brimstone and ask surrounding her. She glared at Kurt who still had a hold of her arm.
"I know your past is none of my concern-"
"You're damn right it's none of your concern," Jean cut in, jerking out of his grasp roughly.
He ignored the interruption, "but the minute you endanger an innocent, a fellow member of the X-Men at that, it becomes my concern and every other one of your team mates."
"How easily you forget Nightcrawler, no one's innocent, especially if you're an X-Man."
"What the hell were you doing back there? Trying to kill him?"
Jean's hard eyes softened a bit but iced back over quickly, "pay back."
And with that Jean stormed out of the suite, leaving Kurt alone and no less confused than when the day started.
About three hours later, Kurt could hear the growling cursing of Logan and the creaky gears of Xavier's chair coming down the hall.
Five, four, three, two, one.
The hotel room door kicked open immediately and Logan marched in, Marie in his arms, although she looked well enough. She apparently didn't like being carried and tapped Logan's should to be put down, which he did rather reluctantly before storming out to the kitchen for a beer or two. Marie plopped down in the chair next to Kurt and gave him a weak smile. He stood up and crossed over to her, grabbing her into a tight embrace, his tail wrapping around her waist protectively.
"I'm glad you are all right (young one). And I pray you will forgive those transgressions done against you." Marie sighed contently. She was always fond of fur coats and she could feel Kurt's through her clothes.
"Thank you for saving my life, again."
Kurt smiled into Marie's soft wavy hair, "it's what I do." He kissed her forehead lightly, not allowing the pull to activate and Marie bid him a good ninght before retiring to her room for much needed sleep.
Two Hours Later>
Yawning loudly, Kurt turned off the television set at the end of the twelve o'clock news and kissed Ororo on the cheek before going the bed the two of them had been sharing for two weeks. Ororo rose from her mediation pose and followed Kurt to bed, leaving the Professor anxiously awaiting Jean's return. Logan had run out of "acceptable" beer and after a short debate, managed to convince Scott to go with him as he ran out the liquor store to pick up enough alcohol to last a few weeks. As the foyer clock chimed one, a rustling of the balconies curtains alerted the Professor to Jean's arrival back.
She floated into the dark room with a sound and Xavier took mental note of her abusive nature to her powers, especially out in public. Jean hovered over the floor about two inches before making her way down the hallway where the room she shared with Scott was.
Xavier, however, had a different plan for her and lifted his hand, holding her still with his powers, "Have a seat Jean." His usually calm voice was low and without emotion.
"Could we maybe talk in the morning Professor? I'm beat." Jean used her sing songy voice she would always use to get herself out of trouble when she was a student of Xavier's. It always worked before.
SIT.
Jean had never witnessed the Professor angered before and now she was grateful for that. His voice in her head pierced her mind's wall like a sharpen sword. She massaged her temples to ease the pain as she crossed over to the Professor, sitting in the empty chair near him.
"Explain to me what happened today."
Jean's patented answer came out from her lips before she thought twice, "I lost control."
She could see his jaw tighten, the vein on his head pulsing.
"When I ask you a question, I expect the truth. Now I'll ask you again, what happened?"
Her most recent conversation with Kurt resurfaced in her mind, "pay back."
Xavier sight heavily, "and you couldn't tell me your personal affairs would conflict with the mission, could you?"
Jean stiffened, "and yours didn't Charles?"
"Pardon me?"
Jean rose from the chair, "I didn't see you stopping me," and with that she crossed the hallway to her bedroom, leaving Xavier to ponder on his thoughts.