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June 29th, 2010 (06:58 pm)

current mood: artistic

Well, I was dumb and left the only copy of that Steve/Toni story at my boyfriend's house over the weekend. I probably won't get it back before Friday or Saturday, but here's something from January in the meantime.

Title: None
Word Count: 374
Beta: None
Fandom: X-Men
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: major character death
Summary: Scott Summers' younger sister discovers her powers at a highly inconvenient moment.
A/N: Just a little something I scribbled out late one night when I should have been sleeping. I'd been reading a lot of old issues of Uncanny X-Men, and I had some thoughts that I needed to express. It pretty well summarizes everything I think about Scott.

I was fuming at him, plain and simple. For years I’d searched for him, and now that I’d finally found my brother, my one remaining relative, he brought me nothing but disappointment. I stared at him, struggling to find the words that best described the level of anger I was feeling.
“Jean was a friend, Scott… Not just to me, but to everyone who ever met her. She was beautiful, and kind, and—and she loved you. With everything she had, that amazing woman loved you. Any of the men in this mansion would have gladly had her, you know, but she chose you. And this is how you repay her? By running around with this slut? By hiding yourself away behind this whole ‘headmaster’ thing? You’re an insult to her memory, and you’re an insult to everything the X-Men and this school stand for.”
He leaned forward in his chair, and although his glasses hid his eyes, the folds that appeared on his face told me I had verbally punched him in the gut. On any other day, I’d feel a twinge of guilt, but today was different. Today, all I could feel was anger and disgust. Scott stood and placed his palms down on the desk, shouting some bullshit about “not apologizing for command decisions.” I turned away, prepared to storm out of the room, but he caught my arm.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” I screamed, whirling around. Emma rushed to his side, but by the time she reached him, it was too late. My mutant abilities finally manifested themselves, force beams, identical to my brother’s, shooting from my open eyes and right into his face.
It was the moment that everything changed. I slapped a hand over my eyes and fumbled around for the glasses I hoped had landed on Scott’s desk. Someone quickly pressed them into my hand as the rest of the X-Men came running, probably in response to Emma’s psychic call for help. I crumpled into a heap on the floor, shoving my brother’s glasses onto my face, doing my best to ignore the chaos that broke out around me. Only one person remained calm, kneeling next to me and enveloping me in their embrace.