“Scott… I hurt Scott… I…” Alex made a horrible shuddering retching motion. “Storm said go after him. She didn’t mean kill him… I… I… why? Scott…”
Scott winced. He’d realised that Alex’s concussion had been impeding his ability to recognise what was going on, but he’d assumed that Alex had at least some awareness of what was happening; now he wasn’t so sure. He shifted his brother’s weight onto him more fully; wary of putting him in a fireman’s carry with his injuries, and began to drag him towards the reactor. “Everything's fine,” he insisted, which was a blatant lie, but one which was necessary if he were going to get any sort of cooperation from Alex in his current state. “We're shutting down the reactor and we're all going back to the school. C'mon Al-Havok." He’d always thought he’d be glad to have Alex complying with the rules and regulations of conduct he expected of the X-Men, but there was an inherent wrongness to this behavior that Scott knew could be attributed to either the concussion or subconscious fear after his assault.
Alex’s mumbling had stopped.
“Alex…” he prompted. “Alex?”
He could still feel the steady rise and fall of his brother’s chest against his side, there was no reason to panic. The mission hadn’t changed, it was still imperative that they shut down the reactor; he just had to do it with Alex along with him. He shifted Alex’s weight more firmly across his shoulder, given the apparent uninjured state of the younger mutant’s legs versus the obvious concussion and extreme likelihood of damage to his ribs dragging him seemed like a better option than attempting to carry him in such a state. There weren’t actually far from the reactor room now so he began walking, as briskly he felt he could without exacerbating the risk to Alex. With his free arm he opened a line of communication to Storm.
“Storm, it’s Cyclops,” he began.
“Oh thank god, are you okay? You’ve been out of touch for almost 40 minutes and-”
“I was hit with some kind of dart, the effects were reminiscent of some sort of mind control but they seem to have worn off now. Al-,” he kicked himself mentally for the slip, it was the sort of thing he regularly called the others out on and now here is was making the exact same mistake, “Havok was showing signs of concussion and has since lost consciousness, I also suspect multiple abdominal injuries and a shoulder dislocation – he’ll need immediate medical attention when we get out of here.”
Storm, showing her usual level of professionalism gave a hum on acknowledgement before asking, “Can you still get to the reactor?”
“I’m shutting the reactor down and we’re all getting out of here,” Scott confirmed, “Are you back at the jet yet?”
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Opposition - Scott - Part 2b/3
Date: 2012-04-14 12:14 pm (UTC)Scott winced. He’d realised that Alex’s concussion had been impeding his ability to recognise what was going on, but he’d assumed that Alex had at least some awareness of what was happening; now he wasn’t so sure. He shifted his brother’s weight onto him more fully; wary of putting him in a fireman’s carry with his injuries, and began to drag him towards the reactor. “Everything's fine,” he insisted, which was a blatant lie, but one which was necessary if he were going to get any sort of cooperation from Alex in his current state. “We're shutting down the reactor and we're all going back to the school. C'mon Al-Havok." He’d always thought he’d be glad to have Alex complying with the rules and regulations of conduct he expected of the X-Men, but there was an inherent wrongness to this behavior that Scott knew could be attributed to either the concussion or subconscious fear after his assault.
Alex’s mumbling had stopped.
“Alex…” he prompted. “Alex?”
He could still feel the steady rise and fall of his brother’s chest against his side, there was no reason to panic. The mission hadn’t changed, it was still imperative that they shut down the reactor; he just had to do it with Alex along with him.
He shifted Alex’s weight more firmly across his shoulder, given the apparent uninjured state of the younger mutant’s legs versus the obvious concussion and extreme likelihood of damage to his ribs dragging him seemed like a better option than attempting to carry him in such a state. There weren’t actually far from the reactor room now so he began walking, as briskly he felt he could without exacerbating the risk to Alex. With his free arm he opened a line of communication to Storm.
“Storm, it’s Cyclops,” he began.
“Oh thank god, are you okay? You’ve been out of touch for almost 40 minutes and-”
“I was hit with some kind of dart, the effects were reminiscent of some sort of mind control but they seem to have worn off now. Al-,” he kicked himself mentally for the slip, it was the sort of thing he regularly called the others out on and now here is was making the exact same mistake, “Havok was showing signs of concussion and has since lost consciousness, I also suspect multiple abdominal injuries and a shoulder dislocation – he’ll need immediate medical attention when we get out of here.”
Storm, showing her usual level of professionalism gave a hum on acknowledgement before asking, “Can you still get to the reactor?”
“I’m shutting the reactor down and we’re all getting out of here,” Scott confirmed, “Are you back at the jet yet?”
“On my way there, are you su-?”
“-We’ll see you there in ten.”