A/N: So a little one shot because I felt up for it. About a week ago I saw X-men 1.5 on tv and while I was looking something up about it, I stumbled across some behind the scenes footage of a 'train station aftermath' scene with Storm and Cyclops. It's literally like a few seconds of footage that never made it in to the movie, so I decided to write a one shot about it and added my own little bit of imagination to it. Also one little note; I am not a doctor, the story is about mutants…

Disclaimer: I do not own anything at all of Marvel, X-men, Sony, Disney or anything related to this movie. Only my imagination.

Enjoy.

As soon as his visor was ripped off his face, Scott knew he had made a mistake. In his concern for his teammate, he hadn't paid enough attention to his surroundings and never realised Toad already had his eyes on him.

Of course Sabretooth wouldn't come alone after Canada… Magneto wouldn't take the risk of Logan slipping through his hands once again.

Scott whipped his head in the direction the visor was pulled away but in his surprise he was unable to close his eyes fast enough as a concussive blast shot its way through the roof. From the corner of his eye he had seen Toad hanging on one of the windows of the roof but unfortunately the agile mutant reacted fast enough and dropped down before he could get caught up in the destruction.

Broken glass and rubble rained down on the hall of the train station and Scott quickly closed his eyes, his face scrunched in pain from the debris hitting him. People started screaming and running away, hoping they wouldn't get hit by the larger pieces of roof falling down on them. In the mass panic, someone slammed into Scott. Judging by the rather short posture and high pitched scream, he knew it was a little girl. Scott felt her falling back from the impact against him and simultaneously heard more debris falling down on them. Acting quickly, he managed to grab the little girl and push her away towards the edge of the station hall. A large piece of concrete hit him on his shoulder and Scott fell on the ground hard. Before he could get up another heavy piece fell on his lower leg. Yelling out in pain, Scott tried to pull free but the crushing weight didn't budge.

"Nina!" A woman close by cried out. She ran towards the little girl, running her hands over the girl's face and long brown hair in worry. The girl started crying and was quickly scooped up by her mother.

"Please, can you…" Scott started breathlessly in the direction of the woman, but almost immediately he felt his plea fall on deaf ears as she barely spared him a sideway glance and ran off with her daughter in her arms without as much as a thank you. "… help me?"

Shit.

Resisting the urge of just drop his head, he pushed himself off his stomach in another try to get himself free. It wasn't really the best thing to do for his shoulder but Scott had to try. Ororo was on her own against Sabretooth and she probably also had Toad as an opponent now.

Within a few seconds, however, he knew she was still fighting as he felt the static in the air. The sky started to rumble ominously and surely enough lightning stuck. Hearing Sabretooth roar painfully, Scott felt him flying over him. The lightning bolt threw him across the hall and right through the opposite wall. Once again people screamed and ducked out of the way.

Ororo dropped to the ground like a rag doll. The scene fell silent as most people managed to get out unharmed. A few had minor injuries and were helped out but luckily it seemed nobody got crushed underneath the rubble. The only two people left in the hall were the two x-men. Because nobody wanted to help a mutant.

"Storm!" Scott called out. There was no answer. Concentrating hard, he tried to hear if the coast was really clear. Shouldn't Magneto's henchmen come back to finish the job? No… maybe not. Magneto doesn't want to spill 'mutant blood'. Incapacitating them would be enough and incapacitated they were.

Damn it. He had to get up, he had to check on Ororo. Even if she managed to summon enough lightning to fend off Sabretooth, it didn't mean she came away unscathed. He knew she didn't, she would have been by his side immediately if she could. She would have replied, meaning she was probably unconscious. He had to get to her, help her, make sure she was okay.

A slight tickle at the back of his mind suddenly asked his attention. Jean?

"Scott! What's going on? You're hurt, I can sense it." Came the mental reply of his girlfriend.

"Sabretooth and Toad attacked us… Jean, if they are here then they know Logan is here trying to find Rogue. Magneto has to be here as well, he isn't going to let Logan go a second time."

Scott gritted his teeth as he once more tried to pull his leg free. There was no time to waste.

"Hold tight. The professor and I are coming to you as fast as we can." Scott could feel Jean was about to cut off so that she could focus on driving the professor as fast and safely as she could.

"Wait Jean! Can you feel Ororo? I… I'm stuck, Toad has my visor and she's not responding."

It stayed silent for a moment. "The professor says he can feel her, she's seems to be relatively okay but she's not responding… She got knocked out."

So it was up to himself to get out of the mess. Ororo couldn't help, the professor and Jean had to focus on confronting Magneto… Hopefully stopping him before he would achieve his goal.

"Scott." He could almost hear the admonishing tone in her mental voice. "Hold tight. You're hurt. You're stuck. We'll be there as soon as we can to help. I don't want you to get hurt any more by being stubborn and trying to get free to help."

"Don't worry about me. Just be careful yourself…"

"Scott…"

"Jean, help the professor. I'll see you in a bit."

With that last message, Scott pushed their mental link away. He knew he would get hell for it later on, but she couldn't keep tabs on him while also trying to help the professor confront Magneto. Besides, he felt responsible for this mess. If he had been more attentive to his surroundings then Toad wouldn't have had the opportunity to grab his visor. Twisting around, Scott managed to roll from his stomach to halfway on his side. Lying awkwardly because his leg wouldn't move, he tried to feel around to get a grasp on how big the crushing piece of rubble was.

Quickly enough he found out that the concrete on his leg was too large for him to be able to deduce its entire size. That meant there was no way he would be able to move it by simply using as much strength as he could muster. Nor was the chance very high that he could use something as leverage to lift it.

Blasting it, it is then.

He knew he had a uncanny sense of aim. Some might find it risky to blast the piece of rubble so close to his own leg but Scott hadnt missed a target in years. So the x-man opened his eyes and closed them as fast as he could as the concussive beam destroyed the piece of concrete. Litte pieces of debris shot away in every direction and Scott shielded his face with his arms.

After taking a moment, he wiggled his foot in order to see how it felt. Painful, but manageable and he tried to get up. Scott could bend his knee without too much trouble, but he could feel blood, broken skin and bruises all over his calf and ankle. That had to wait though and he gritted his teeth as he got up on his feet. Taking a few tentative steps, Scott managed to get towards where he assumed his teammate would be.

Suddenly he stumbled against one of the wooden benches of the hall. He gripped the back rest tightly in order to stay on his feet in between the rubble. "Storm?!" The leader of the x-men called out, hoping she would respond. There was no reply. Come on, please be okay.

This never should have happened, Scott berated himself as he brought his hand up to rub at the bridge of his nose. It was his fault they were incapacitated like this, he should have seen something like this coming.

He took another careful step and suddenly he could hear laboured breathing. "Storm?"

The laboured breathing turned into a coughing fit. "Scott?" Her raspy voiced called out. Relief flooded through his system. Scott could hear she was only a few feet in front of him somewhat to his left. Spurred in to action, he moved with less caution through the rubble. The x-man stumbled on several pieces of roof and barely managed to catch himself on his knees as he reached his teammate. Ororo was slowly pushing herself up from the ground, having difficulties doing so while she was also trying to catch her breath.

"Are you okay?" was the first thing he asked as he got to her. The white-haired woman nodded, even though he couldn't see it. "Yeah, yes." She breathed out while she was helped up to a sitting position.

"Okay, easy." Scott tried to reassure her. "It hurts." She whispered while her hand rubbed at her throat. His hand grasped at her shoulder and quickly moved under her armpit to lift her up. "Easy, I got you."

Pain shot up his leg as he tried to get them up. Gritting his teeth, Scott realised he wouldn't be able to lift Ororo up without help. "Can you move?" He asked and was glad to hear the small yes that came from his teammate.

"You're all right." It wasn't exactly a question but rather a statement of Scott to assure himself Ororo was relatively unharmed. Regardless the white-haired woman replied with another yes and started to bring her feet underneath her in order to stand up.

"Okay, we gotta…" Scott paused as he once again asked more of his leg than he should. "We gotta get out of here." Sure enough, with more effort than he had hoped, the two of them managed to rise to their feet. A short moment of finding their balance followed before Ororo found herself coherent enough to take in her surroundings. She stepped away from her teammate.

The hall was a complete mess. It's roof completely obliterated and there was just so much damage. A partly collapsed wall where Sabretooth had been thrown at by her lighting and the floor was barely visible under all of the debris.

"Oh no…" She quietly whispered. A surge of emotions threatened to break loose; guilt, sadness, anger.

"Storm, we have to…" As soon as Scott started to speak, Ororo turned around and completely forgot about everything she just felt as she finally realised Scott was worse off than she was. He stood there without his visor and a bleeding leg, looking as if he was lost. Which, technically, he was. There would be no way that Scott could find his own way through the destroyed train station.

"Scott!" Ororo immediately grabbed him by his shoulder. His injured shoulder. The sudden pressure on what was undoubtedly a spectacular and massive bruise was so unexpected that Scott wasn't able to contain a small sound of pain.

"Shit. I'm sorry!" But instead of letting go, Ororo moved her hand to his arm and held it there with a featherlight touch. If there was one thing she had learned in all the years that she had been in a team with Scott, it was that even the smallest touch was enough to ground him when he couldn't see. And that was something he definitely needed in this moment.

Scott shook his head. "It's fine. I'm a little banged up, it's just hard to dodge pieces of concrete falling out of the sky when you can't see." He dryly replied. He wouldn't waste time by giving in to his injuries, he couldn't. It was his responsibility to make sure they would accomplish their objective and that he would get his teammates, temporary or not, home safely and unscathed. And so far it had been a total disaster.

The comment didn't do much to alleviate Ororo's worry but it seemed that the leader of the X-men was at least okay enough to not need immediate medical attention. He needed it, but it could wait until after they got out of this mess and hopefully without being brought in by any authority.

"Let's go." She said and she placed one of his hands on her shoulder, signalling that she would go first and he could safely follow her. Scott nodded and quickly fell into step.

Their progress was slow and frustrating at first but as soon as the duo got to one of the train platforms, their path finally cleared. The two X-men took a moment to just breathe, Ororo still felt her throat burning from where Sabretooth choked her and Scott was tiring quickly from the loss of blood. Their attention was quickly drawn when a rough and somewhat familiar groaning came from a train that looked a like an opened can of sardines.

Scott felt the colour draining from his face while Storm quickly ran towards the wreckage. It couldn't be. It really couldn't be… "Please tell me that's not…?"

"It's Wolverine!" Ororo shouted from the train. "Just him."

No. Magneto left Wolverine behind. No, no, no, no. The implications of that fact were immediately crystal clear to Scott. Magneto was never after Logan. He wasn't the target. Rogue was and probably had been all along.

He nearly screamed out all of his frustrations then and there, had it not been for the sudden psychic presence of both Jean and the Professor drawing closer. The whole mission had been a complete disaster and the failure weighed down on him heavily.

Scott ungraciously sat down on the ground, no longer feeling stable enough to keep standing on his own. After barely another minute, Jean and the Professor had found their way to the train platform. The redhead immediately rushed to her boyfriend.

"Scott!" She called out and her partner lifted his head in her direction to acknowledge her approach. Worry flared up inside of her as she took in the state of him and she quickly ripped his pant leg to take a look at his leg.

"I'm okay." The team leader softly said, his voice clearly betraying him. Jean shot him a sceptical look and pulled out a package of bandages from the bag she had carried along.

"This is a mess… I will wrap it up for now until we get back at the school and I can take a closer look." She said and Scott could easily hear the disappointment and irritation at the fact that he refused to listen to her when she told him to stay put earlier on.

While Jean wrapped up his leg, the Professor rolled next to him. Scott didn't move, feeling the failure once again heavily.

"We are all human, Scott. Evolved or not. We all fail sometimes." The professor's voice calmly sounded in his head. A small wave of emotions came through the mental message, indicating the Professor seemed to feel as responsible for the failure as Scott did.

"Magneto fooled us all." Xavier said sadly as he watched Ororo helping a dazed Logan off the train. The professor tapped Scott's uninjured shoulder with something, causing the younger man to lift his head and bring his hand up towards his shoulder. The X-man realised it was his glasses that his mentor was holding out towards him. Taking it from him, Scott muttered out a soft thank you and quickly put them on.

He let out a breath of relief, being able to see his red world once again. Scott looked at Jean, seeing her frustration but most of all her worry and he felt another pang of guilt. His gaze shifted to Ororo and Logan who finally made it to them. Logan was still too much out of it to comprehend the fact that Magneto had gotten away with Rogue.

After a short moment of eye contact with Ororo, to make sure she really was okay, Scott turned to the Professor who gave him a small nod. Psychically, a feeling of determination was shared between the mentor and pupil. They would have to do everything in their power to fix this. Scott would make sure of it.

The end.

I have to say, it's quite tempting to keep on writing but I had to tell myself that this would only be a one shot. I would never get to post it if I would continue and give my own spin on how the movie could have gone.

Anyway, thank you for reading, I hope you liked it.