"I Tried"
Furor Paxx )
Chapter 28- A Dish Best Eaten Cold
Pietro sat beside his sick lover and tried to keep from jumping up and screaming. There was absolutely nothing he could do to help Kurt and knowing that was driving him up the wall. He fidgeted a little and raced around the room a few times. He managed to say seated for five minutes afterwards before he jumped up and reorganized his closet. He sat down again and checked the clock. Twenty minutes. He had only lasted twenty minutes before checking the clock. There was a light tapping sound behind Pietro and he spun around in his chair to find where it was coming from.
"Hey, Pietro." Lance's voice whispered from the speaker next to the light switch. "The situation's critical on the ground floor. Jean just showed up with all her stuff, and when she saw Rogue here, she kinda flipped."
Pietro's heart- already racing like a rabbit- tumbled to a stop s though it had been shot at point blank. "We have to fight Jean?"
"No. We need a clever ploy to get her out of here. She's practically raping Scott. We gotta do something, Tro! Think."
Pietro tried. "I could pick her up and dump her at the Institute."
"We're talking about Jean, Pietro. She'll just stop you with her telekinesis. And besides, it's raining."
"Yeah, yeah." Pietro looked back at Kurt. Suddenly, he got an idea. "Hey, you still going out with Kitty, or is this your off week?"
"Kitty's going out with that Matthew brat." Lance didn't seem amused. "What's my personal life got to do with us saving our house from the X-Men?"
"Well, if you don't mind shooting your reputation to Hell... you could always walk in there all guns and tell Jean to get off your man."
"And how is that..." Suddenly, what Pietro was saying hit Lance full force. "You think you're funny, huh. Get your queer ass down there and get that X-Freak out my house! NOW!"
Pietro snickered. Lance had no stomach for grown-up humor.
Wanda looked around the room, finally realizing that something strange was going on. "Hey, why are you here again?" She asked Jean. Jean didn't answer, mainly because she always ignored Wanda, but the fact that she still hadn't broken off her kiss with Scott might have had something to do with it too.
"Whoa." Someone outside said. "You guys need a room?"
Wanda recognized the voice immediately and it took every ounce of her self control to not run and jump into Kaysin's arms. "I have one, thank you. Would you care to see it?"
Jean finally pulled away from Scott and looked at the guy in the doorway.
"Ah, Kaysin." Scott gasped. "Um, come in." Scott tried to escape Jean's grip, but failed.
"I'd love to, Scott, but there's this cute, wet red-head in the way and I think she'd get the wrong idea if I tried to squeeze past her."
"You." Wanda pointed at Jean, knowing that even though the X-Man's back was to her, she knew she was being targeted. "Get out of my home. Now." Wanda made sure there was no question about who was boss in her voice, and even summoned a hex bolt in case Jean tried to test her authority.
"You," Jean turned around slowly, finally relinquishing her hold on Scott. He inched away, further into the house, while Jean flicked her hair back and tossed a challenge to Wanda. "Make me."
"NOOOOO!!!" Lance came barging up the stairs from the basement, but he was too late. Wanda took Jean's challenge and tossed it back in the shape of an extra painful hex bolt. Then it was on.
Jean telekinetically hurled a vase, the table it was standing on and a hat rack at Wanda, who dodged the vase and table and neatly sliced the rack in half with another hex bolt. Wanda returned fire with a barrage of hex bolts that sent Jean racing for the relative safety of the couch. Wanda lept over the couch to follow her opponent, but Jean caught her in mid air and sent her flying backwards into the wall. Wanda crashed into a picture on the wall and went down with it. She was back up in a second though, and hit Jean in the face with a hex bolt. Wanda screeched a curse and dove on top of Jean. She landed two hard punches in Jean's gut before the telepath recovered enough to hurl Wanda, once again, into the wall. This time, though, Jean didn't let Wanda drop to the floor. She hit her with a mind bending attack that left Wanda limp. Jean stepped back.
"Next?" She asked, smiling. Lance looked like he was about to burst into tears at the state of his house, and Kaysin was desperately trying to revive Wanda. Scott was staring at Jean with disbelief. Jean took a deep breath and opened her compact mirror. Rogue was standing right behind her.
"Here." Rogue said with a grim smile of her own. She spun Jean around and punched her hard in the stomach. Jean dropped her mirror and doubled up, labouring for breath. Even as she sank to her knees, though, Jean grabbed Rogue and threw her backwards with her power. Rogue crashed through the closed fire grille, sending pieces of glass and burning wood everywhere.
Scott and Lance were closest, and they both ran to pull her from the fireplace. Before they could help her, though, Jean used her telekinesis to stop them both in their tracks.
"Let the traitorous bitch burn." Jean hissed.
"Jean! What's wrong with you?" Scott yelled. "She'll burn to death!"
"Exactly."
Rogue was thrashing weakly in the fireplace, she couldn't think straight and every time she tried to get out of the fire, she cut herself on glass. A small voice in the back of her head told her she was going to die.
Suddenly freezing cold water doused her and the fire. Before Jean had a chance to scream in fury, a silver streak tear-assed across the room. Jean tried to follow Pietro's movements so she could grab him with her telekinesis and crush him like the puny bug that he was. Pietro knew what she was planning to do, so he kept moving. As he ran around the room in as random a pattern as he could, he picked up everything he could lay hands on and threw it at Jean, hoping to distract her long enough for Lance and Scott to get free.
Jean tired of Pietro's game quickly and brought him to a stop the same way she stopped his sister. She forced a jumble of thoughts into his mind and watched him speed right through the kitchen door. The sound of Pietro crashing into the oven and collapsing in a heap seemed deafening to the mutants in the living room.
Jean turned back to Rogue, and frowned. Kaysin had pulled her out of the fireplace and laid her out at the foot of the stairs. The human stood, back to the staircase and stared at Jean with ice-cold eyes.
"Something wrong?" She asked, voice dripping poison.
"Depends on how you look at it." He answered calmly. He spread his feet and braced himself. "If you think you can hurt my friends, yes, some thing is wrong."
Jean laughed. "Then we must fix it." She held out an open hand and closed it into a fist. At the same time, she telekinetically grabbed Kaysin around the waist. Her grip was so strong it forced the breath out of him, but he never lost his look of cool confidence.
"This is what I'm talking about. You seem to think you're in control here. You're wrong. Heh. Very wrong." He lifted his arm and Jean had time to see a flash of dark metal in his hand before Kaysin pulled the trigger of a small, but serious pistol. She let go of Kaysin, Scott and Lance and threw up a shield, even though there was no way she'd make it in time. Jean shut her eyes and screamed.
Furor Paxx )
Chapter 28- A Dish Best Eaten Cold
Pietro sat beside his sick lover and tried to keep from jumping up and screaming. There was absolutely nothing he could do to help Kurt and knowing that was driving him up the wall. He fidgeted a little and raced around the room a few times. He managed to say seated for five minutes afterwards before he jumped up and reorganized his closet. He sat down again and checked the clock. Twenty minutes. He had only lasted twenty minutes before checking the clock. There was a light tapping sound behind Pietro and he spun around in his chair to find where it was coming from.
"Hey, Pietro." Lance's voice whispered from the speaker next to the light switch. "The situation's critical on the ground floor. Jean just showed up with all her stuff, and when she saw Rogue here, she kinda flipped."
Pietro's heart- already racing like a rabbit- tumbled to a stop s though it had been shot at point blank. "We have to fight Jean?"
"No. We need a clever ploy to get her out of here. She's practically raping Scott. We gotta do something, Tro! Think."
Pietro tried. "I could pick her up and dump her at the Institute."
"We're talking about Jean, Pietro. She'll just stop you with her telekinesis. And besides, it's raining."
"Yeah, yeah." Pietro looked back at Kurt. Suddenly, he got an idea. "Hey, you still going out with Kitty, or is this your off week?"
"Kitty's going out with that Matthew brat." Lance didn't seem amused. "What's my personal life got to do with us saving our house from the X-Men?"
"Well, if you don't mind shooting your reputation to Hell... you could always walk in there all guns and tell Jean to get off your man."
"And how is that..." Suddenly, what Pietro was saying hit Lance full force. "You think you're funny, huh. Get your queer ass down there and get that X-Freak out my house! NOW!"
Pietro snickered. Lance had no stomach for grown-up humor.
Wanda looked around the room, finally realizing that something strange was going on. "Hey, why are you here again?" She asked Jean. Jean didn't answer, mainly because she always ignored Wanda, but the fact that she still hadn't broken off her kiss with Scott might have had something to do with it too.
"Whoa." Someone outside said. "You guys need a room?"
Wanda recognized the voice immediately and it took every ounce of her self control to not run and jump into Kaysin's arms. "I have one, thank you. Would you care to see it?"
Jean finally pulled away from Scott and looked at the guy in the doorway.
"Ah, Kaysin." Scott gasped. "Um, come in." Scott tried to escape Jean's grip, but failed.
"I'd love to, Scott, but there's this cute, wet red-head in the way and I think she'd get the wrong idea if I tried to squeeze past her."
"You." Wanda pointed at Jean, knowing that even though the X-Man's back was to her, she knew she was being targeted. "Get out of my home. Now." Wanda made sure there was no question about who was boss in her voice, and even summoned a hex bolt in case Jean tried to test her authority.
"You," Jean turned around slowly, finally relinquishing her hold on Scott. He inched away, further into the house, while Jean flicked her hair back and tossed a challenge to Wanda. "Make me."
"NOOOOO!!!" Lance came barging up the stairs from the basement, but he was too late. Wanda took Jean's challenge and tossed it back in the shape of an extra painful hex bolt. Then it was on.
Jean telekinetically hurled a vase, the table it was standing on and a hat rack at Wanda, who dodged the vase and table and neatly sliced the rack in half with another hex bolt. Wanda returned fire with a barrage of hex bolts that sent Jean racing for the relative safety of the couch. Wanda lept over the couch to follow her opponent, but Jean caught her in mid air and sent her flying backwards into the wall. Wanda crashed into a picture on the wall and went down with it. She was back up in a second though, and hit Jean in the face with a hex bolt. Wanda screeched a curse and dove on top of Jean. She landed two hard punches in Jean's gut before the telepath recovered enough to hurl Wanda, once again, into the wall. This time, though, Jean didn't let Wanda drop to the floor. She hit her with a mind bending attack that left Wanda limp. Jean stepped back.
"Next?" She asked, smiling. Lance looked like he was about to burst into tears at the state of his house, and Kaysin was desperately trying to revive Wanda. Scott was staring at Jean with disbelief. Jean took a deep breath and opened her compact mirror. Rogue was standing right behind her.
"Here." Rogue said with a grim smile of her own. She spun Jean around and punched her hard in the stomach. Jean dropped her mirror and doubled up, labouring for breath. Even as she sank to her knees, though, Jean grabbed Rogue and threw her backwards with her power. Rogue crashed through the closed fire grille, sending pieces of glass and burning wood everywhere.
Scott and Lance were closest, and they both ran to pull her from the fireplace. Before they could help her, though, Jean used her telekinesis to stop them both in their tracks.
"Let the traitorous bitch burn." Jean hissed.
"Jean! What's wrong with you?" Scott yelled. "She'll burn to death!"
"Exactly."
Rogue was thrashing weakly in the fireplace, she couldn't think straight and every time she tried to get out of the fire, she cut herself on glass. A small voice in the back of her head told her she was going to die.
Suddenly freezing cold water doused her and the fire. Before Jean had a chance to scream in fury, a silver streak tear-assed across the room. Jean tried to follow Pietro's movements so she could grab him with her telekinesis and crush him like the puny bug that he was. Pietro knew what she was planning to do, so he kept moving. As he ran around the room in as random a pattern as he could, he picked up everything he could lay hands on and threw it at Jean, hoping to distract her long enough for Lance and Scott to get free.
Jean tired of Pietro's game quickly and brought him to a stop the same way she stopped his sister. She forced a jumble of thoughts into his mind and watched him speed right through the kitchen door. The sound of Pietro crashing into the oven and collapsing in a heap seemed deafening to the mutants in the living room.
Jean turned back to Rogue, and frowned. Kaysin had pulled her out of the fireplace and laid her out at the foot of the stairs. The human stood, back to the staircase and stared at Jean with ice-cold eyes.
"Something wrong?" She asked, voice dripping poison.
"Depends on how you look at it." He answered calmly. He spread his feet and braced himself. "If you think you can hurt my friends, yes, some thing is wrong."
Jean laughed. "Then we must fix it." She held out an open hand and closed it into a fist. At the same time, she telekinetically grabbed Kaysin around the waist. Her grip was so strong it forced the breath out of him, but he never lost his look of cool confidence.
"This is what I'm talking about. You seem to think you're in control here. You're wrong. Heh. Very wrong." He lifted his arm and Jean had time to see a flash of dark metal in his hand before Kaysin pulled the trigger of a small, but serious pistol. She let go of Kaysin, Scott and Lance and threw up a shield, even though there was no way she'd make it in time. Jean shut her eyes and screamed.