「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(268) Last of Me

Lynn's POV

Scott bolted towards the sloped access of our aircraft but before he could reach the icy landscapes that loitered beyond, his exit was precluded by the metallic piece spontaneously rising. It slammed into place as the engines roared, returning life to the display panels, and all the switches simultaneously flipped on.

"No! We're not leaving! Lower the ramp!" Scott commanded fiercely but the retractable door remained rigidly clamped regardless of Storm's efforts to disengage it.

What is she doing outside?! I questioned eagerly, my mind blasted into another frantic zone as I hurriedly grabbed Charles' palm.

Something you would have unhesitatingly done, Charles replied with absolute certainty, discreetly cuddling me with a firmer grip and gazed composedly into my eyes but mine rapidly saturated with fear, learning of her noble yet risky intentions.

Oh, my dear. I'm so sorry, I apologized shakily, leaning my trembling body against his sturdy chest.

It's your not fault she's a chip of the old block, my love, Charles consoled cordially, pecking my forehead delicately, but all I could hear was still the erraticism of my accelerated breaths.

"Storm, lower it!" Scott barked again, ferociously.

"I can't! She's controlling the jet!" Storm hissed in frustration as the plane abruptly jerked, mysteriously lifting off on its own.

"You, get her, now," Logan requested, surprisingly courteously, as he looked towards Kurt and the image of his body flashed out of sight but materialized again with nothing but himself.

"She's not letting me," Kurt complained, sighing dolefully.

"Damn it!" Scott cursed in sheer exasperation as he rashly pounded his fist into a nearby section of the interior's wall.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by a weird sensation. There was a hot feeling brewing in my mind, like a fire spreading fast. Yet, it was not the sort that was dangerous or threatened to destroy, but the type that kindled gently, ready to warm and be kind.

"It's alright, Scott," I heard myself convey in a sweet tone and Scott immediately scrambled over, dropping to his knees before me.

"Just give me a minute. I know what I'm doing," I asserted unwittingly, the guaranteeing words spilling automatically from my lips as my eyes locked strictly onto the slim ruby quartz window of Scott's battle visor.

"Jean?" Scott slurred weakly, but hungrily, and skeptically caressed my cheek as the peculiar heat gradually dissipated from my veins.

"I'm sorry, Scott," I whispered remorsefully, gripping his hand in a bolstering manner.

"She's gone..." I murmured quietly, peering up to Charles helplessly.

"No! Jean! Don't do this!" Scott ranted in a savage rage as he violently jolted my frame, mindlessly triggering that rattling pain to shoot through my arm again and I let out an awful scream, lurching forward instinctively.

"Scott, that's enough!" Charles chastised loudly, instantly shoving Scott off.

Cuddling me protectively in his arms, Charles carefully cradled my throbbing wrist in his palm as he glared furiously at Scott's dejected posture sprawled untidily on the cabin floor. With his fingers clasped tightly between his dark, chocolatey locks, Scott had just one outstretched arm to support his crestfallen body from completely laying in shambles on the cool, chromic ground.