When Worlds Collide

WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE CHAPTER THREE (NC-17)

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If I
kill Remy now, I won’t have to get him a birthday present. Scott straightened his tie, glaring at the
spotty mirror that distorted his reflection.
Why the Hell do I end up as the teacher? The glasses alone are going to cause questions… Even as he fretted, the first bell
rang. “Shit,” he sighed, trudging down
the hall to class. He had no idea how
Bel had managed to swing it, but he was substituting for the day as the biology
teacher at the school attended by Kitty and Bobby. Kitty, still laid up at the Guild House, had reluctantly told him
their teachers’ names and Bel had taken it from there. She had been allowed one phone call to her
half sister and cousin, but not a long one for fear of being traced. Scott smiled ruefully to himself as he took
his place at the front of the class and the students filed in, whispers already
starting about the new teacher. Bobby
was easy enough to spot—he looked marginally frightened but mostly defiant, the
expression shifting to outrage when he saw the man standing in for the regular
teacher.

“You,” he
said softly, coming to the front under the guise of sharpening a pencil as the
tardy bell rang, “are going to die if you don’t take me to Kitty.”

“You,”
Scott rejoined, “need to cool it.
Kitty called you and you know she’s safe…”

“I know
she’s alive,” he hissed. “That doesn’t equal safe!” Effectively dismissing Scott, Bobby strode back to his desk and
spent the rest of class freezing the small gas jets on the lab table,
necessitating early dismissal when the gas leak could not be shut off due to
the frozen-open valves.

Scott knew
the young man would be waiting for him outside and, if he did not miss his mark,
he would have one or both of the women he had seen at the cemetery with
him. A red ponytail confirmed his
suspicion. At least he brought the
hot one… “Now, Bobby…”

Not
here. Jean felt a small satisfaction when the red-lenses mutant froze,
surprised to hear her voice in his head.
The locks on his car clicked open as if on their own power. Take us to Kitty. Scott shook his head a fraction, just enough
to indicate “no,” and he felt his throat begin to tighten. Don’t make me do this…it’s so Star Wars
it’s not even funny…

His breath
a hiss, Scott said, “I’ll bring her to you.
Where do you live?”

“Nuh-uh,
Sunshine,” Bobby growled. “Where the
fuck is she?”

The
pressure on his neck tightening just enough to make spots dance before his
eyes, Scott reached up and lifted his glasses, a quick blast of red beams
making Jean yelp and dance back, her control over his body gone in her
shock. “Damn it!” she cried. “Who are you and why do you have her?”

Scott
frowned. He did not like that he was
making this seemingly self-possessed woman loose her cool, so he felt compelled
to throw her a bone. “I’ll take you,
but not him. And you’re going to be
blindfolded. Meet me at Jackson Square,
that big horse statue, in two hours.
We’ll go from there.” He did
not even look back as he got in the car and drove off, but he could feel her
anger like a ghost next to him the entire drive back to the Guild House.

 

Kitty was
deeply asleep when Jean saw her, curled not in a hospital bed but in what
appeared to tee teenaged boy’s room, movie posters decorating the walls and
CDs stacked deeply on all available flat surfaces. Her leg was in a make-shift rig, supporting it as it would be in
a hospital and her head bore a slightly bloody gauze pad over one eye. Her eyes
were black from residual bruising, making Jean feel irrational anger with the
man standing to her left. “Why is she
in here? She needs to be in a hospital
if her leg is that bad!”

“She’s in
here because of me,” a mildly accented voice said, seemingly from nowhere. Out of the shadows, a blue form emerged,
only taking color when the light touched him, otherwise, he did not seem to
exist at all. “I want her with me.”

“Why?” Jean
demanded, stepping forward, unfazed by his appearance. Wonder if he’s related to Beast?

Kurt looked
past the irate red head at Scott, who shrugged. “I love her.”

“Pardon?”

“I love her
and she loves me…We want to be together.”
Kurt sounded more confident than he felt, afraid that Jean had some
power that would turn him to dust.

“You can’t
fall in love i sho short a time…you know nothing about her!” Jean pushed past Kurt to stand at Kitty’s
bedside, busying herself by checking her cousin’s pulse and looking at her
pupils as if she were a doctor.

“Romeo and
Juliet did,” Scott pointed out.

“They also
killed themselves,” Jean snapped. She
took a deep breath and said, “Look, I’m not usually so bitchy. This is just odd to me, to all of us. Kitty is my cousin and I’m very protective
of her even when we’re at home…” She
pushed her bangs out of her eyes and said as calmly as she could, “I’m Jean
Grey, head of Alpha Team. We work for
Charles Xavier and are known as the X-Men.
We’re in New Orleans at his request, searching for a mutant calling
himself Death. This mutant has wreaked
havoc in the community, killing several higher ups in our…organizations, as it
were. We’re here to stop him.”

“Your
organizations?” Kurt asked, his gaze shifting from Kitty to Jean and back
again. What the Hell is she
into? Is she some sort of mutant
enforcer?

Jean
narrowed her gaze at the men. “You mean
to tell me that you have never heard of the X-Men, Charles Xavier, Magneto…”

“We’ve
heard of and dealt with Magneto and several other mutants, thank you very much,
but we’re rather…isolated,” Scott allowed.
“We work for the Guild of the Thieves with the exception of Belladonna,
who is head of the Guild of Assassins.
Our mutations are secondary to our work with them.”

“Assassins?”
Jean asked, somewhat taken aback.

“We’ve never
killed anyone. Well, not on purpose,”
Kurt said hastily, worried that this was not boding well for his future with
Kitty.

“Comforting,”
Jean said dryly. “So, what are your
powers? That seems to be the standard
mutane bre breaker…”

Scott
smirked. “You’ve seen mine.
Nightcrawler here, as his name implies, can blend with the dark and seem to
disappear in the shadows. He also has
exceptional senses, accelerated healing ability, though not superhuman per se,
balance and agility like you wouldn’t believe, and he can teleport. He also has
mild telepathic ability with other mutants, though it seems to be in the form
of images and feelings rather than a conversational method, and he is quite
skilled with knives.”

“Blame my
parents…we were circus performers,” Kurt smiled, hoping Jean did not pick up
Kitty and run screaming from the room.

Jean raised
one brow and said, without moving her lips, Psychic, with strong
telekinetic ability. She looked at Scott and felt a wicked notion
start in her spine, working it’s way to her brain. He deserves it for being such a jerk… As she spoke, she exerted a small bit of her
ability on a very sensitive part of Scott’s anatomy. “Kitty, Rogue, Bobby and I are among Xavier’s first students at
his institute in New York state… There’s more of us than you realize, I’m
sure. As it is, we’re willing to work
together with your group to capture this Death jerk and bring him back to New
York…”

Scott could
hardly breathe. It felt like fingers
running down his stomach to his member, clutching just hard enough to make him
gasp before releasing him, leaving him longing for more. He could barely hear Jean’s speech as the
sensation returned, feather-light and teasing, agonizing in it’s thorough
exploration of his length, growing in anticipation. He did not know what was happening until Jean’s voice
intruded. Hello there…

What
are you playing at? He thought in return.

You,
apparently… Jean still spoke
on, detailing the work of the X-Men, ignoring Kurt’s lingering gaze on Kitty’s
face and her cousin’s soft snort as she continued to manipulate Scott with her
mental powers. She could feel his
rising lust and need and wondered why she wanted to torture him. He’s hot, sure…but he was kind of a jerk
to me. Though…it’s been a long time
since I’ve been with a guy and he might be nice if he’d just loosen up a bit… What it came down to, she realized as she
felt a spike of longing shoot through her from Scott, is that she wanted to
show him she wn pon power, she was not to be trifled with.

Scott bit
his lip and strived to look casual. He
did not know nor, he admitted to himself, did he care why Jean was doing
this. He was beginning to see the value
of being telekinetic in an entirely new light, though, he told himself. Her mental fingers squeezed him again,
sending a shiver down his spine as she licked her lips suggestively. He thought he would drop dead of shock when
she said, “Scott, sincu seu seem to be de facto leader here, may I speak with
you alone?”

 

He barely
waited until they were in the downstairs study before grabbing her by her upper
arms and kissing her passionately, ignoring the part of his mind yelling at him
for being so forward with a virtual stranger.
Jean pulled away easily and smirked.
“I take it that you’re interested…”

“What gave
it away?” he said before lunging at her again, succeeding in kissing her neck
for a brief moment before she pulled away.
His next attempt was met with an invisible wall and Jean’s widening smile.
“What the Hell are you doing?”

“I’ll let
you go with one proviso…We work together, both our teams, to bring this Death
guy down.”

“You got
it.”

“Great. One more thing…two, actually,” she said, releasing
just enough of her hold over him to let him move forward a few inches. “I’m in charge and you let Kitty come home
with me tonight.”

“We share
leadership and she stays here, but you can come see her whenever you want until
she’s healed, then it’s up to her.”

Jean
frowned, letting him come towards her a few more inches. “I’ll agree to the first but not the second.”

“She’s in
no shape to be moved, and if she goes with you, Kurt will follow and I don’t
think you’re prepared for a full-on Nightcrawler onslaught. He’ll eat you out of house and home…” He was close enough now that Jean’s breath
was teasing the skin of his neck, making his still-present arousal throb
painfully.

“I think
this is infatuation, but if it’s the only way to get you to work with us for
this mission, fine. I don’t like it,
but Kitty is mature and can handle herself…just know that I will hurt your
friend if he hurts her.”

“Deal,”
Scott sighed, nearly falling forward as Jean released the last bit of control
over him. Jean sidestepped him as he
reached for her again and he could not help the growl that rose in his throat.

“Now, now,”
she purred, feeling her oats, “don’t get all upset. If I like you, things will happen in due course…” She was pressing against him, backing him
against the door, giving him now where to go…not that he minded. Jean reached between them and smiled
inwardly as she felt the effect she was having on him, the tell-tale seeping
moisture telling her just how far gone he was.
She made short work of unfastening his pants as she said, “We don’t know
each other. For all you know, I could
be a hideous bitch and this is as charming as I get.” Scott groaned, his head dropping to nuzzle her neck as she
stroked his length, her telepathy giving her almost unfair insight into his
wants and needs. “Or what if I’m really
a man?” she teased, his sharp intake of breath belying his brief doubt. “Or…what if you decide you’re madly in love
with me and I don’t love you back?”

“What if
you fall for me and I don’t?” he asked in return, rocking against her as she
teased his arousal, striving not to embarrass himself in her hand.

Jean knew
he was close so she whispered, “Whatever you do, don’t picture us in the throes
of passion, sweaty bodies sliding and grinding, groans loud in the dark room,
my mouth on your hot, hard…”

“God!” he
rasped, feeling his release torn from him by her ministrations. “You are evil,” he sighed.

Jean raised
a brow and stepped back, her sticky fingers evidence of their activities. “Maybe,” she said, casually but pointedly
licking the remains of his passion from her digits as if it were an every day occurrence,
“or maybe I’m good…” She moved
him by dint of will and paused in the now-open doorway. “We’ll meet at the Café du Monde tomorrow at
five pm. Bring your group and I’ll bring
mine.”