A follow up to the one where Scott wakes up 20 yrs in the future ? How do he gets back home? Is Future! Scott in the past? Crying over Jean cause she' alive? And more importantly, Does He Shower???
The kids have started to notice that ‘Uncle Scott’ had been different lately. He is frantic and earnest, kind of scary since he woke up strange one morning and upset their mother. Their momma does not relax (the way her grip can accidentally shatter dinnerware, it’s easy to tell). She’s more nervous than a barn cat in a room full of rocking chairs, and their daddy never takes his eyes of of him. He’s still all smiles and card tricks, but he isn’t sure what their guest may do, incensed and nearly driven mad by experiments and too much knowledge.
If things don’t come to a head soon, the displaced man may have to set up his lodging elsewhere. His anxiety is rubbing off on his wife. She isn’t sleeping and her offspring can tell every time they look in her eyes. He has no tolerance for the little slice of peace they’ve slaved for being interrupted.
“Cyclops,” The husband hisses in their painted yellow kitchen. The kids had been sleep for hours, and Scott was insisting every awful detail about what happened to Jean, her brutal, honest opinion about how it affected her and what could’ve been done differently. This was his only shot before this mistake is corrected or he’s shot into the abyss (maybe the best alternative knowing Jean can either immolate herself or end existence entirely). “We need to figure an’ end to dis, non?”
His wife was doubled over, head in her hands as her friend continued to grill her with more vigor than he’d done anything in years. ‘Why is this happenin’?’
“You need to think,” The college student ignores the Remy, watching the pale girl closely with laser focus that’s indicative of his younger self. “In your opinion, and we’re in your head-”
“When did this start? When did this get out of hand?” Charles and Logan had taught him to find the answers to questions like this, using his own skills when he had no. ‘There has to be something I could do, something I can stop. I’ll do anything.’ They were all counting on him, Jean most of all. “There has to be an answer.”
“Honestly?” The cajun is familiar with this fed up tone of voice, and his only suggestion is running far, far away. “When her powers molted the first time. She may not have had access to it…. But that doesn’t mean she hasn’t always been leagues stronger than us. Since the beginnin’.” She eclipsed them all. Rogue saw Charles die that day and it’ll always be burned into her brain.
“No. What am Ah dancin’ around it for? You’re gonna fade away and go back to bein’ a mute drunk soon. My fourth child. And you will hold on to this for as long as you can when you get home,” Her face darkened as he stared at her, familiar with being tossed carelessly aside by circumstance being an X-Man. “But it’ll fade away, Scott. It always does.” Charles spent the last act of his life chasing shadows as well.
“No, Rogue. It won’t. Stop acting like I can’t handle this.” Even if his current state is proof he can’t, she’d forgotten what a formidable teenager he’d been. ‘I HAVE to now.’
“Since fall tryouts… Her senior year, the professor started dammin’ her mind again. He started when he first found her, did it once and never spoke of it.” The words make her want to shower. As of right now, Scott is almost sure nobody knows of this in his time. Remy looks away, knowing his past is too spotty to pass judgement on this. “He had to do it frequently. Like constant, secretly. When he was with her, without her knowledge… That’s how strong she was as an eighteen-year-old.”
He doesn’t know what he’s hearing, but it suddenly makes sense. Everything went into overdrive around that time. Their sophomore and junior years, she struggled to levitate a chair or table and considerable effort could keep her out of your mind. Then, her powers molted and Rogue had to drain her telepathy and everything changed. By the time mutants were outed, she was lifting the Juggernaut (who once made her blackout trying to hold him back). She lifted the Blackbird, and was one of the strongest forces on the team when Rogue was in the infirmary. She was unstoppable from then on.
Tears shield grey eyes as the pale girl stood there in an oversized, red and black flannel. “And… It was okay, her powers still grew…. But when she put Cerebro on…”
He had to be apart from her then, watching over the last resort plan (the one that saved the world). It almost killed him, but they both had to use everything Charles taught them to save him. And save him she did. But at what cost?
He’d never known that there were dams put in place to protect them all from her mind, that the love of his life was a potential ticking time bomb because Charles lived in secret. “It undid everything.” The grown woman with children of her own shivers and Remy crossed the room to her, standing in a dark trench coat.
“It integrated her, Scott. It sent off a giant beacon of how powerful she was… All over the universe.” He doesn’t understand the impossibly powerful Shi’ar antimatter powering the device all along. That Charles knows and will eventually retreat to aliens for his fnal resting place (Rogue will never tell Scott this).
“When Apocalypse fell, the Phoenix Force knew to come here.” He says when it seems the silver-banged girl cannot. “Strongest telepath in the world, it’s comin’ for her.” He hates thinking about all the horrible, gut-wrenching, and dangerous situations Rogue was flung into. How she almost wasn’t able to start this family with him after laying her life on the line. “But then space….”
“Jean will get hit with radiation…. Radiation that we won’t know is the Phoenix Force…” Rogue looks at white, vascular hands. If she knew then what she knew now, she’d run away from it all. ‘Why won’t you?’
“Are you saying if Jean saves holds off the professor as a horseman… She’s doomed?” The couples’ face answers for them. “Jesus Christ…”
“Told ya this was bad.” Remy admonishes, his mood soured from the grim trip down memory road. “You try to interfere wit time and you will be punished, slim.” The former Master Thief would know. ‘Even more than you already are.’
“Promise me… Promise me you won’t try to do anythin’ stupid. Ah know it’s not supposed to be this way…” She grabs his hand and he looks down, stunned. “But my moms wasted their whole lives chasin’ smoke and visions that never should have been seen. Don’t you waste time doin’ the same thing.” ‘Enjoy it with her, dammit.’
Scott looks at his hand but it doesn’t feel like his anymore. He can see right through himself as the couple stare at him sadly. “W-What…. Wait.”
“It’s time,” The cajun drawled.
“Scott…. Ah’m sorry.”
‘No! This is real! I have to remember-’ He struggles against the inevitable because he can’t help it, the images in front of him melting into a pink slurry. ‘Don’t forget! H-He’s damming, her he caused all of this!’
“We don’t make these calls, Wanda!” Whatever had enraged the red witch this day couldn’t be known, but she’s about to tear the Bayville Bridge apart in a red fury. “It doesn’t matter if they hate mutants!” He sympathizes with what the girl had been through. Magneto had manipulated him into evolving himself and nearly deserting the X-Men once. “You’re proving their point!”
But her destructive tendencies were too much. “We don’t want to fight you.” The Friends Of Humanity watch closely as the only thing standing in the way of them and the Scarlet Witch are the X-Men. Half of the team was further up the bridge, evacuating civilians as the road crumbled in crimson energy.
Without remorse, Wanda flicks a wrist and a car nearly careened off the side of the bridge into the water. Bobby blasts a curve of ice quickly, keeping the family from plummeting to a watery grave. Left no choice, Scott shot an optic blast for her, knowing she’d likely warp it. Making their own mutations disrupt, she is their one kryptonite.
The red blast twists out of the way as he prepares to unload again. Rogue had her back pressed against a car behind, peeling burnt orange gloves off and praying she manages to get to the mall goth’s skin. If she’s caught up enough, this plan might just work. Or leave her in a lot of pain. When Bobby flies overhead into a minivan, she doesn’t have a choice.
Scott grits his teeth as Wanda levitated a row of cars behind her, snarling like a rabid animal. Rogue takes her chance and leaps for her, and the red-bathed girl drops the cars to focus on her new attacker. The tall mutant is forced to watch as Rogue dangled over head, wrapped in a red light as she kicked and squealed.
“You are pathetic for defending them.” She twisted her fingers as they writhed, soon enveloped in a deep sleep no matter how hard they wrenched. One full of nightmares, their worst fears, maybe even projections of the future. If Charles’ students survive, they could figure it out for themselves. “I don’t have to follow your rules…” Her mind is mangled after Mastermind’s editing, an angry shell of the girl she could’ve been. “I will never follow them again.”
The glimmer of a child who never had a chance was fading, lost in madness and a bloodthirsty rage that never goes away. She doesn’t feel bad for what she does anymore. She doesn’t feel anything as both Rogue and Scott sink still to the concrete, at her mercy until their team discovers them. “Sleep.”
“Scott…. Scott, please.” Jean has known the mutant for years, and she’d never seen him sleep so soundly or hit his head hard enough to be so deeply unconscious (not on a mission with others at risk). It terrifies her to wonder what the witch afflicted her teammates with. Her mind is twisted and she only seemed to aim to hurt others as she did (no matter what her kind teleporting teammate believed). “Please, open your eyes….”
‘H-Her voice…’ She wasn’t gone, it wasn’t all lost. This Scott hasn’t heard or seen his wife in a year.
Just like that, he’s back home or what used to be Bayville. Twenty years ago. He feels vitality coursing through his veins, one he hasn’t felt since the Phoenix ravaged his life. He never felt old until he stopped living, but he feels the difference in his twenty-year-old body, it feels amazing to be in even if it’s wrong. Healthy. Vivacious. Capable. He feels ready to go to war as his senses slowly come online.
His eyes adjust to see both the redhead and and a younger Storm peering down at him with great worry. His tongue freezes in his mouth as others yell orders and directions to each other in the chaos. The African woman is tenser than he ever remembers seeing her, but she breathes deeply centers herself for his sake. A pro in the face of tension, as he’s always known her. Still, her voice chokes as she looks at him like he has three heads. “I was beginning to worry.”
Jean throws herself around Scott even as he orientates himself, sobbing with relief as he dares to tangle his fingers with her strikingly long hair. Kurt was helping Bobby move slowly in the distance, holding his head and looking dazed in the witch’s aftermath. ‘W-We’re…. I’m…. Children. Just children, again. Jean is… I, Logan is….’ “Bobby just got knocked on the head, but you and Rogue were closest to her spell and hit the hardest. Thank god it didn’t work on me so I could come.” She had narrowly saved them all from her far-reaching hex with grown powers. Those words and the mention of the goth makes him panic for some reason. “Are you alright? You… Haven’t said anything.”
Normally he’d be reassuring them both and checking on the status of friends and teammates. But he was looking at Jean like she didn’t exist.
The pale girl been his rock in the future, one of the only people to not give up hope but force him to live as he had through her toughest moments (Carol Danvers, Apocalypse, her mothers) but she is still young now, barely out of high school if Jean looks like this. ‘What happene-’ As always he was rushing to make sure she was fine and seeing if she could help him make sense of all of this. A million thoughts rush him as his limbs move, totally disconnected from what he meant. “Jean, you-”
The psychic sees in his facial muscles that he’s been disturbed by something. Her brow wrinkles when he growls at her, grabbing her arms so tight it hurts. Like one of them nearly had died. She grabs back, swearing moisture was gathering behind the boy’s visor. “Hey, look at me! It’s okay, they were all illusions….” She’s never seen something shake him up like this, not even the mansion being destroyed. “We’ll be okay!”
He wants to scream, cry, and throw up all at once as it seems he’s been granted his only desire of seeing Jean’s face again. At least once. She took his goodbye and the choice to go with her away from him. “Jean… I….” A sharp intake of breath makes her pull him to her. “I’m never letting you GO,”
His words and intensity confuse the telepath, Ororo clearly very uncomfortable beside her. “Why would you-” It was like her boyfriend had joined in on Charles’ strange, secretive behavior, odd ever since he became a horseman. ‘Something isn’t right. If Wanda permanently…’ Her blood flushes with fire just at the thought.
“Scott, honey….” Storm looks to Logan for some help, balancing the pale girl in his arms as he assesses the damage done to them and the bridge.
“He alright?” Logan grunts, Rogue fit into the crook of his arm as Remy slowly walked over, patiently supporting most of Kitty’s weight. Scott normally didn’t go down like that, it frightened him when he found most of the team sprawled out and Jean wailing like a banshee. The girl in his arms unfortunately has the hardest time coping with illusions and attacks that rearrange her already clustered and mind. She moaned a little as Scott turns and crawls over to see how she is.
The telepath has never seen her boyfriend act like this, not even in their most frantic of times. Everyone stared as he struggled to his feet like crawling out of the pits of hell. “Rogue,” The thief blocks his way as the clawed mutant stands, eyeing the boy and his erratic behavior strangely. “What’d they DO-”
“Easy, homme. Wanda did a number,” He explains, the girl wincing in Logan’s arms. His interference is weirdly comforting in a way it hadn’t been before he’d been knocked out. With that, Scott finally seemed to calm and accept that Rogue had someone to look over her (though he’ll be watching). “She need rest.”
“You know how hexes affect her. Rougher than most,” Logan says, his words more of a dialogue to see if he remembered. “Scott-”
“I’m not Scott…” He says breathlessly, staring at the glass-skinned mutant in his arms and the redhead staring at him. ‘They don’t know. God, they really don’t know….’ He hasn’t been able to imagine going back since it all fell down. He’d lived in purgatory. “Not the right Scott.”
“She’s gonna be okay.” Jean says firmly, Kitty looking like she might cry at the sorry and weird state of her friends. “And so are you. Just… Just try to relax… Focus on-” She reaches out mentally as she always had.
“No, Jean. DON’T-”
Just a second’s exposure to memories that hadn’t happened yet send the psychic screaming in confusion, the images burning her mind’s eye. ‘What the HELL was-’ It’d only been a second and yet it told the redhead more then than she’d ever learned in her life. Ever hoped to. ‘W-Was… was that ME?’
“No! None of you understand! Stay out of there! I’m NOT Scott!”
“O-Okay, please. You’re scaring us,” Kitty sniffles, Logan moving Rogue away from him for good measure. A damaged Scott is not something the team can deal with in a post Friends Of Humanity world. ‘Has she truly compromised him?’ She glared at them all from metal handcuffs her father had created to keep her from hexing. “You’re you, what do you mean?”
“The magic, it vas not real. Vanda-” Kurt holds up his hands when Scott begins pacing oddly in his uniform.
“I traded places with a younger version of myself. A younger consciousness. This… THIS…” The nostalgia is overwhelming to the older mutant, none of them believing what he’d truly been through, seen, and already knows. “This was decades ago for me.”
“WHAT,” Is all Bobby contributes, his brain physically hurting from trying to keep up. “Cyclops-”
“Listen to me, I know what happens to everyone one of you!” Now his moral dilemma, let them all suffer through what they must (Kitty’s brainwashing will save lives later, Kurt must go and believe in a benevolent Genosha to realize he belongs with the X-Men, and of course Rogue and Carol Danvers makes her durable enough to ever contend with Dark Phoenix) or stop it now. ‘Oh god, I-I can’t do this…’ What will Charles think?
What will he do when he sees him?
“I don’t know if Magneto’s daughter had anything to do with this….”
“Oh, she definitely had somethin’ to do with this….” Logan glowers in her direction and Erik clearly communicates with Charles via telepathy (he allowed him in since D Day). They’d had many conversations and the psychic had been up most nights wondering what he might do about Wanda’s unstable and always growing mutation. She could’ve done a lot worse from what he heard and understood. “Wouldn’t count on her bein’ able to fix any of it…”
Scott’s mouth moves into a hard line as Jean looked at him, sweat dripping down her forehead. ‘What does he know… About what I saw?’
“We need to get back home. I need to talk to the professor.” His tone of voice startles them all as he walks away, even from Jean towards the jet. Nobody knows what to say or what to think, but they might as well believe him. Remy reads how strange this was to everyone else and frowns.
“Might talk to him too, stick around maybe. Til things normal.” The whiskered man must be in the twilight zone because he agreed while he shuffled cards. If this WAS a future copy of Scott’s consciousness, he’s going to spill the beans and Charles would not agree with that. Basically, all hell was about to break loose.
“Scott, Scott wait!” Jean hovers after him as Bobby, Kurt, and Kitty hang back.
“Sounds like a good idea, Gambit. This is about to give her the biggest headache of all.”