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Already Gone	By : Dalie Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male > Logan/Scott Views: 2843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the small cul-de-sac, they were met by Erik. He smiled and exchanged pleasantries with Xavier, though it was hard to miss the tensions bubbling just below the surface. Scott could see the pain in his teacher's eyes at the helmet worn by Erik – a physical symbol of the distrust between the former friends.
Its colour was a brown-red that was not his favourite, but seemed to occur commonly everywhere. It was the colour of old sweaters; of cars; of some wood. Yet somehow, this everyday colour fitted Magneto better than total black.
"Maroon." He spun around, recognising the answer to his unspoken question regarding the colour's name. It had sounded like Logan, but the man was watching Magneto, not Scott and then turned his attention to 'Ro as she folded her coat up and placed it in the boot.
He held in a sigh in a bid to appear professional, regardless of his speeding thoughts. He couldn't help but wonder if people found this world as dull as his red one, or if they too got so distracted by its vibrant beauty.
The professor called him over, and with Erik, they entered the home Jean once called home.

Jean was in red. It felt almost iconic. She wore the one colour he'd always seen, as though she didn't want him to miss her. He couldn't. Even in his least favourite colour she was beautiful.
She reminded Scott of a dancer, her long legs clad tightly in red; cloth falling elegantly from one shoulder, leaving the other bear; her back straight and her hands resting gently on her knees. So beautiful, yet so unlike his Jean, who liked to curl up in a comfortable chair, or on their bed once they were out the way of the children.
She didn't seem right, and Scott wanted to shout to Logan to come in. He shook the thought away though. He was the field leader of the X-Men, and this was once his fiancée, even if he was currently uncertain of her identity. He did not need to cower behind someone, ever, at all. If she had any semblance of Jean in her she would not harm him. He squashed the idea that the woman would have killed him at the Lake if she hadn't been stopped. He may not really think of her as Jean right now, but he still wanted to trust her.
The professor moved closer to her, Jean... or whoever... he was trying to convince her to come back with them, to let him put guards up in her mind to control her power again. Scott felt a ripple of anger pulse through him, and started when he realised it wasn't just his own. It was hers too. Maybe... it was Jean? He had had a telepathic bond with her...
His rational mind knew the professor would only do that if it was vital. He reminded himself that the man always held firmly to his belief of justice, and peace. Scott knew nothing of Jean before the Professor found her.
He silently hoped that Logan and Ororo had enough sense to try and get in here, around the guards Magneto had placed at the entrance. More pleasantries had been exchanged, but Scott had simply stood back. He watched as Erik tried to convince Jean that she should be free to use her power as she wished. He watched as Charles tried to convince her she needed some amount of control over her power so it did not control her. The argument began to get fiercer, as it could for such refined people at least. Erik's voice had raised and Xavier had shifted forwards in his chair. Jean's silence spoke louder than both. Her eyes drifted over to Scott. He could hear her in his head. It didn't feel right.
He did want her back, of course he did. She was his love. However... like this she frightened him. He could feel her rub something in the back of his head, he felt a burning behind his eyes. But it was gone in a moment as she brushed it again, and turned her attention to the other men. He felt a resounding 'You're mine' in his head and allowed a moment of panic to shoot through his body at the thought of Jean viewing him as a prize.
In his head, he could hear the professor telling Jean to return with him. He could hear Jean's angry retorts. He listened to Erik shout over the loud noises of an unexpected and very strong wind, provoking her.
The doors rattled as the telepathic exchange between Professor Xavier and Jean became more intense. A chair, plants, anything lying on the ground was pushed back into the walls. Scott could feel himself being moved. He leaned forward; pressing his weight into the force like one would on a particularly windy day. Erik's older body was unable to counter it and he fell back, pushed into the kitchen and up against the cupboards. His distraction cost him his position and he slipped. He was pushed against a wall.
Horror numbed him as the professor rose from his chair to hover above the ground; a strange dust beginning to pull from his body. Scott shut his eyes and screamed in his mind for help.

They had to get into the house. Logan just knew. He could feel a cry for help, and wondered if it was the professor. It didn't feel like him. Regardless... they had to get into the house. The bared his claws and 'Ro began to rise.
Logan dodged out the way of the large man and rolled. He spun around and carefully watched the other, his feet moving him gently in a circle, ready to dodge if needed. He ignored the electricity that rushed through the air with 'Ro and jumped away, and the man barrelled towards him again. His claws did little to stop him, and the man laughed.
He could hear things rattling inside the house; he could smell the fear of someone. He knew Scott was in there; Scott would have no powers right now. He could almost feel Scott's fear. He had to get inside. The juggernaut man threw him, and he crashed through a wall. Nearby, he could see Magneto pressed into the cupboards just below a sink. Logan heard another crash and 'Ro's soft voice issued a curse. He turned his attention to the door. It was shut, but he needed to be on the other side.
Digging his claws into the ground, he pulled himself through the gale towards the door. Gravity shifted and he was pushed into the ceiling. After a brief moment of disorientation, Logan was moving again. His claws sliding into plaster instead of wood. He needed to be in that room.
Scott was the only thing on his mind. 'Ro would manage, the professor had unmatched telepathic ability, he would be fine. Scott was his concern. He had promised Marie he'd keep her math teacher safe, and he would. Reaching a hand out, Logan slid the door open and began to pull himself into the room. When he looked around, his blood froze.
Jean was in the same stance he had seen at the Lake, her head raised high, her eyes dark and her arms spread wide. Scott was pressed into the wall, muted horror evident in his face. It was unsurprising. Before them the professor was floating half a foot off the floor. His face was being pushed by the forces of Jean and the dust that he'd seen coming off Scott at the Lake was now being wrenched from the professor's skin.
He could hear Scott's horrified yells and turned to watch him, the sight before too unbearable. The young man's eyes were wide but his mouth shut. Maybe the yells were Logan's... he couldn't tell. He felt numb.
Another moment and he did hear Scott yell out.
"Jean! Stop it! Please!"
She turned her attention to her fiancé, ex- fiancé...? In his numb mind the nature of their relationship seemed to matter. He wanted to laugh. He didn't dare look over at the professor. There had been so much dust.
"You are mine."
"No... No... Jean... oh, god. No..."
Scott's eyes were not on Jean, but were the Professor was. Logan felt his stomach shift. He was abruptly dropped to the ground. Silence ruled. Jean floated out of the room, and Logan turned his head.
The Professor's chair was there, undamaged. The Professor was not. He clenched his teeth but couldn't shut his eyes. He couldn't turn away. He could hear the sobs of his friend and forced his mind to return control to him. He crawled over to Scott and pulled the young man into his arms. He didn't want to see the streams falling from pale blue eyes. He fastened his arms around Scott and tried breathe normally, but his air only seemed to come in short bursts. He gasped and watched the room blur as his own eyes watered.
Scott burrowed deeper into his arms and Logan buried his face into the thick brown hair. He decided they could sit here long though. He heard Magneto quietly leave. He heard the man's angry response the way one of his lackey's dismissed Charles Xavier. He heard 'Ro let out a wail and fall to the ground as she acknowledged the empty chair.
He turned to look at her, to feet to his right and unfolded one arm from around Scott, opening it out for her. She threw herself against him as she screamed out her pain. Scott wrapped an arm around her as well. Logan decided they needed a long moment. No one would be able to drive yet anyway.
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