At around 4 am Ororo awoke to Scott's hand gently shaking her awake. "Ro, why don't you try to get some sleep in your own bed?" She smiled groggily at him and stood up to stretch, muttering about being asleep on watch.
Scott grinned back at her. "Yes. You are terrible sentry." She pouted playfully, and Scott sweetly added, "But you know if the gorilla here had tried to knock the walls down, you would have been the first one on the scene."
A growl from the side of the room roused them from their banter. "What's that you're mumbling about, pipsqueak?"
Scott turned toward the sound, reflexively taking an aggressive stance. "Nothing to worry your ugly little head about, Sabretooth."
"Scott," Ororo scolded quietly, laying her hand on his arm. "Just ignore him. Remember, for Xavier's sake, we should be try to be peaceful." Reluctantly heeding her advice, Scott calmed himself and began turning away when Sabretooth spoke up again.
"You using Ororo there as an excuse to turn tail? Coward."
Instantly, Scott was back to a flashing anger. "Oh, and you're a brave one there, protected by the Professor. I can't wait until Xavier gives up on you."
"Me and you both, dickhead."
The irony of the situation was not lost on Ororo, but she didn't think pointing it out would be appreciated by anyone. Sighing, she gathered her things, kissed Scott on the cheek, and made for the stairs.
"You gonna give me a kiss like that one day, sweetheart?" Victor was now standing and leering at her from behind the glass.
Scott, ever protective and loyal, jumped to her defense. "She would never. Not in a hundred of your mangy years."
Victor's leer metamorphosed into something more intense. "You're right, when she does kiss me, it's not going to be as limp-wristed as that. It'll be..."
But Ororo didn't stick around to hear the rest.