A.N.: To the anonymous reviewer; Thanks for your reviews! Sorry about the confusion, but I was pretty confused too hehe, hope the second installment cleared things up! Glad to hear you liked it :o) Peace to you as well. I do love Emma/Scott A LOT.

R&R please!

It's Going Down Down

-X-

Logan glared ferociously at the blonde in an all white X-Men baseball outfit, who was closely and obliviously staring into the ruby encased eyes of their Fearless leader.

She was standing close to his tall and lean form, muscled in his X-Men baseball tee and pants with a black baseball cap emblazoned with an X on it, resting snugly on his head of rich brown hair.

She touched his chest and smirked secretively at him as he smiled down at her, unaware of the other team members gathered around them to begin a baseball game.

These things usually got competitive.

Logan's enhanced eye went out to the daughter of Scott Summers and Jean Grey, and he felt defensive for the young woman with the auburn red hair, who was also glaring at the pair with a burning hatred as well as misery.

'Only you of course, could make me wear a dreadful X-Men baseball uniform. Simply dreadful, darling.'

'And only you can make this drab get up look so damn sexy. You look astonishing in anything, Emma.'

'How is it that Scott Summers always knows exactly what to say to women? Let's get this ball game over with so I can quit standing around in the sun, and I can get out of these clothes. I cannot wait to ravish you now.'

'You woman, have a dirty mind.'

'Only for you. So you like the visual I have in mind?'

'Keep it up and I'm going to be the one ravishing YOU.'

Emma's lips curled into a smirk and Rachel Summers swore that she could see fangs at the corner of her mouth.

Rachel gritted her teeth and curled her fist over the baseball in her hand, wanting to pitch it full throttle at the woman touching her alleged father and looking at him with smoldering looks.

Even for a telepath, it didn't take much to be able to discern what telepathic dialogue was going on between the two as they stood smiling at each other and touching one another.

Rachel turned when she felt a light hand on her shoulder, and saw her best friend Kitty Pryde give her a warning look of reassurance. Kitty also hated Emma Frost for her own reasons as well and she glared over at the pair.

In a display of affection, as the players went to their spots on the field and diamond, Emma leaned up and kissed Scott on the corner of his lips, reached up and turned his baseball cap backwards on his head.

As she pulled away, he could not resist grabbing the small of her back where her navel bearing tee stopped and revealed her navel.

He pulled her back to him and caught her full on her smug lips in a kiss, and when they pulled apart again, he just had to lean forward again and capture her in little kisses, sneaking them in quickly before he let her go.

The other X-Men cringed at the couple; while some mentally slapped themselves for thinking it was rather cute. Seeing the tall and handsome, gruff Scott Summers like this was kind of a turn on.

The game commenced with Scott as pitcher.

A tight ball formed at the side of his cheek as he chewed a big wad of Jubilee's bubblegum, which she had offered him pieces of.

He bent forward, with his arms bent and flexed, his mitt on his hand.

Pixie was first up to bat and she leaned forward with her bat resting over her shoulder, her light wings twittering on her shoulder blades, and her fuchsia hair dazzling in the sunlight under her baseball cap.

It was commonly known that she had a crush on the fearless leader, so when she bent out on purpose, sticking her rear out seductively, wiggling it when adjusting her stance, the older men groaned, and checking to see if Cyclops even noticed.

He hadn't. He had his game face on and had the ball resting in his palm behind his back.

Tabby stood behind Scott with her catcher mitt on, ready to catch any balls coming her way.

Rachel stared at her and then caught a whiff of Scott's stray thoughts.

She picked up a brief and vague memory of Jean, her mother, standing in exactly that same spot behind Scott once in a long ago game.

Scott had been pitcher then, bent forward and getting ready to pitch a fast ball.

Jean had been standing behind him with his baseball cap over her long red ponytail and she clutched at her chin pensively, standing up with her other arm with the mitt on the hand bent over her stomach. She was staring at her husband's back and had thought to him, 'Take your time, husband mine. Personally, I'm enjoying the view.'

Rachel gasped to herself and felt a pang of great sadness at the memory and his thoughts of her mother.

She then gave Boom Boom a look as she caught her thoughts as well, and how Tabby was leaning forward eagerly, with her finger in her mouth between her teeth, looking avidly at Scott's bent form and behind, thinking among the same lines her mother had once thought to Scott.

Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes, troubling herself with being a telepath and having to read the thoughts of people everyday who thought at least one disturbing thing about her young father.

Cyclops wound up and sent a fast ball sailing past Pixie's ear.

Pixie's wings bristled nervously and she gripped her bat tighter, smiling daringly at the pitcher, who still did not notice.

After striking Pixie out, was Rogue's turn to bat.

Rogue caught the ball after strike two in a crack of her bat and it hurtled straight at an outrageous speed.

Scott leapt high into the air and dove for it, landing on his front.

After the clouds of dust settled, he peeks through with his chin on the ground, and opened his mitt to find the ball rolling out.

Rogue whistled, "Nice one Slim."

Scott smiled peevishly and shrugged.

As Colossus takes his turn up to bat, the sun glints on his hard metal shell, and he misses the first pitch. Kurt shrieks, "Steeee-rike one!"

With the third swing, he gets better luck and sends it in a grand slam, earning him all the way to third base.

The game picks up the pace and it's very heated.

After the first round, the teams switch places and Scott's team is infield now.

Rachel pitches and as Scott is first up to bat, he looks disapprovingly at her t-shirt tied just below her chest and revealing her entire torso.

She grins at this and hurtles a ball at him, to which his bat connects, and he sends it all the way outfield where Bobby slides forth on an ice path, but slips and misses the wayward ball.

He quickly picks it up and throws it at Rogue who throws it to Logan who accidentally slices it in half when he reaches up for it.

Scott groans, "Rule number one: NO POWERS!"

Next is Emma and the tension is high.

Rachel bends forward in the pitcher stance her father does and pops her bubble gum, grinning cruelly and eyes focused on the White Queen.

Emma glares back and swings her bat when Rachel sends a ball whistling just past her cheek with dead on aim and accuracy, had it only been an inch to the left, it would have smacked Emma hard in the nose.

Hank catches it in his mitt and throws it back.

With the third pitch, Rachel knows just what to do.

She smirks and sends it sailing at an angle so when Emma swings for it, she falls back and flat on her ass.

Rachel is clutching her stomach and laughing so hard while Emma is sitting on the ground stunned.

Scott immediately slides towards her in the dirt and lifts her up as Emma rubs her bottom, looking sorely at Rachel.

Kitty hoots out loud as well as their team.

Emma haughtily twisted her blonde pony tail and leaned sulkily into Scott, placing her hand on his shoulder as she leaned against his chest, swiveling her hips and neck to look behind her at Rachel who is victorious.

A.N.: Next up: Cyke's turn to bat! Conflict between father and daughter and homewrecking partner. Don't forget your reviews!