Disclaimer: Once again, as many times over the broken years, I don't own this and have no permission to use this material.
Letting Well Enough Alone.
"What do ya mean "You need her" The Wolverine growls, extending his claws to emphasize his point with a loud "snit" to his once teammate and friend. He's not in the mood for these games, he's been through enough for this woman, having made a deal with the proverbial devil to get her back from the "dead". Her, and the child she carries, his own flesh and blood, his own new beginning. Even though he has to wonder himself now at what cost, not like El Saba Nur has ever been trustworthy. "Answer me Boy Scout 'cause you ain't getting' her without going through me!" Logan squares off for a fight. his breath hot and his muscles twitching as his skin lights with his fire hot intent. "And I don't care squat for Mr. Sinister or Apocalypse. They got what they wanted and as far as I'm concerned, they can keep you."
Scott doesn't say anything, not at first, he just throws Emma's protesting, moaning body to the floor, the veins on the shaved side of his head pulsing and fires an optic blast square at Logan's chest, nearly sending the short man off his wide feet. A warning shot to be sure, the next blast absolutely was meant to hurt a lot worse. "Is that all you got, punk?" Logan spits out as blood slightly trickles and then stops from the corner of his mouth and stains his shirt a foamy pink. Had Logan not the mutate abilities he had, that blast would have sent a rib into his lung, even though the damage was bad enough as is. "Little man, I've had enough of you interfering." Scott finally, calmly replies as he closes the gap between the two men, firing more shots along the way, lighting the room with its eerie pale, red glow. "Learn to listen sometimes and you'll fare much better" the man grits through his teeth. Cyclops intense concentration on Logan had taken his focus away from Beast, whom had leapt upon the opportunity to scoop up both women to take to safety, despite the burning injury to himself caused by Jean's flaming and flailing body, but Scott wasn't leader of an entire mutant organization, much less a school for nothing. Beast should have known this, being the genius he is, but he had to try and it doesn't take Scott long to dispatch Beast too as he and his cargo hits the floor with a loud, resounding thud. Beast groans as he finds the pain of moving to be intolerable, and Emma sits cradling an obviously fractured arm. Jean however is on her feet, her appearance closer to normal and she looks mad. Her chest is heaving heavily with every hard breath and sweat glistening and her red hair plastered on her flushed face. Had Scott been in his right mind, this would have been where somebody tried to calm her red-head down. Logan is smart enough not to try and engage her. "Scott!" she sharply barks as the orange glow of the Phoenix force comes to life, forming its signature claw as it folds around her former lover, lifting him to the false ceiling of the darkened room "What did you do to me?" She snarls as the claw begins to squeeze, turning Scotts already sticky damp face crimson and then purple. "Please, Jean! Don't!" Emma cries out to try and save her husband. "You don't understand what you're doing! You aren't just killing him! Gambit is stuck in there too!"
