What He Always Wanted
Written by Ashleigh.
I really am sorry for updating so so so so so very slowly. I was having a break and I thought for those of you who are so amazingly dedicated that you are still goin to read this, I updated for you! I love you all! This chapter is dedicated to you all!
Disclaimer: I'm just going to laugh at your inane idea that I might possibly own the X-Men…then sigh because there's no chance it'll ever come true.
Summary: Scott has yearned for Jean his whole life but when he finally gets her is she what he always wanted? JOTT of course!
Jean and Scott are perfect for each other… or are they? --------thought
"Jean and Scott are perfect for each other… or are they?" --------talk
xX Jean and Scott are perfect for each other… or are they? Xx--telepathic talk
Chapter 13: Intentions
Lets recap shall we…typical romance between Jean and Scott until Jean was kidnapped and along with her Scott was kidnapped by Taryn…The ever evil Sinister has them captured but what could his intentions be? Really...I haven't decided so let's find out!
Jean lay flat against the cold hard metal of the bench beneath her. It had her positioned in an upright position facing towards an empty chair. Her arms and legs were bruised from the strain of an attempted escape what seemed like hours ago, and her mouth was gagged to the point where it was difficult to breathe. She hadn't eaten, nor drunk anything. And it was at this moment that she felt her weakest.
Where are you Scott? Have you forgotten me?She hung her head in despair and defeat when at that instant the electronic door at the opposite of the circular room swished open revealing three figures. One, was pushed to his knees, eyes clenched tightly shut. The second, restrained the first to the wooden chair in the centre of the room, securing his head in one single direction. The third laughed as all these happenings went on and sighed as he found his victory nearly accomplished.
"My dear Scott, what a surprise it is to see you here so eagerly," Sinister snarled.
Scott? Jean squinted against the harsh lighting and saw the man to which her heart began beating a constant rhythm once again.
He didn't forget me…
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Scott was strapped tightly to the wooden chair. His head felt light on account of the fact that his glasses had been removed from his face. He clenched his eyelids shut but could feel the ever-growing power of his eye-beams reaching a peak of intensity.
I need to let some of this raw energy out; keeping it in could destroy me.
Sinister laughed, Taryn joined in uncertainly.
"Your need for violence astounds me young man. It is not the need of you letting out your invincible power, it is the want. So let it out Scott, open your eyes."
If only I could turn my head and send this idiot back to where he came from. But why is he intending to help me? If I open my eyes a fraction I may find more of my surroundings. It can't hurt can it?
XxxxXXXXxxxXJean's eyes opened wide.
The bench she lay on sat directly in the field of vision of Scott's rays, for if he opened his eyes the slightest, she would be destroyed.
No Scott...no
With her last remaining ounce of strength, she willed their connection to send through a dire message.
xX SCOTT, DON'T! Xx
Tears streamed down Jean's face as the energy flowed from her and she fell slowly into silent darkness.
XxxxXXXXxxxXxX SCOTT, DON'T! Xx
Jean?
Oh my God...what am I doing?
Scott lashed out with words rather than his deadly beams.
"WHAT GAME ARE YOU TRYING TO PLAY HERE? WHO ARE YOU AND WHY THE F DO YOU NEED ME AND JEAN?"
"Settle settle Scott, just showing you the consequences. For now you know the penalty shall you wrong me. Taryn, take the girl and lock her up in the other room."
Scott strained against the bars that held him in place,
"You leave her alone! If I hear you've hurt her…"
Sinister cackled,
"You'll do what?" Scott fell silent.
"Well that's better." Sinister lay Scott's glasses again upon his face in a moment of unreliable trust.
"Now Scott I need you to do something for me. I have a job that is in dire need of your assistance."
"What makes you think I'd help you?" Scott snarled, spitting in whichever direction he believed Sinister to be in.
"Do I need to remind you what I have waiting in cell number two Cyclops?"
He flicked his fingers and a television screen stirred to life. Taryn smiled at the camera and gave a 'thumbs up' to the evil mutant. Behind her sat a barely awake Jean, her face was white and her hands were shackled to the wall. Her eyelids half open, she whispered a barely audible, "Scott," but soon returned to breathing heavily.
"Oh my God, JEAN! What have you done to her?"
"I only take the measures necessary Scott, for if you do not perform what I wish for you to do…" he smiled at Scott.
"Do we need a demonstration?" his face curled up in an evil snarl as he flicked his wrist and Jean screamed in pain.
"NO! Don't hurt her, I'll do anything you say." Scott's head slumped against his chest.
"Just don't hurt her…please," he whispered in defeat.
The television flickered off and Sinister began his leaving from the circular room.
"Just what I thought you'd say."
XxxxXXXXxxxXA/N Woohoo! I wrote a chapter! I'm so sorry for keeping you faithful readers waiting. Did I mention I was sorry? And that I love you? Well holidays are coming up and hopefully I can write more chaps before and during them. Thank-you so much for still having a glimpse of interest in my fic…jott4eva!