FIC: What They Deserve 2/4 (Scott, Mystique, others)
- After dealing with a friendly taxi driver, a friendly receptionist,
friendly piccolos, the Devil and his grandmother (all very friendly), Scott
knocked on the hotel room door.
�Just a moment!� That voice again, and after a minute or so, the door
opened. �Hello, S-Simon!� He heard the vague slip of her tongue, even though
the piccolo probably didn�t. �I�m so glad you�re here. Come on in!�
She gently pushed him inside, and then the changes in her voice told him
she had turned to the piccolo. �Thank you for your help.�
Footsteps left and Raven closed the door.
�Where is she?� he asked as soon as the piccolo�s footsteps had faded.
�In the bedroom, chained to the bed.� Raven now spoke with a different
voice, one he hadn�t heard in quite a while, and he realised she was back in
her original shape.
�I got some manacles from a kinky store.� Raven laughed a little. �The
bitch thought I was trying to seduce her when I followed her here. She
seemed rather flattered, maybe she wouldn�t have minded the manacles if I
had only undressed her.�
Scott frowned. �Don�t.� He didn�t usually mind joking in a stressed
situation, not even dirty jokes, but this was different. Disoriented in the
strange room, he took a few trying steps.
�You try kidnapping a person in a hotel elevator,� Raven said , defensive
to his dislike. �Why didn�t you let me kill her? She probably deserves to
�Lots of people deserve to die. That doesn�t give you the right to act as
jury, judge and executioner.� He couldn�t find the bedroom door and was
Raven�s hand on his arm, calming him down, had a cool roughness that wasn�t
quite leathery but almost. He realized that he had never actually touched
her in her real shape before.
�I need to talk to her.�
Without replying, she led him to the bedroom. There was someone else
inside, someone who gave a surprised gasp.
�Dr. Finn, meet my associate,� Raven said in a taunting voice. �I believe
you two have met before.�
A rattle of chains indicated that the victim tried to escape. �What do you
want with me?� Her voice was low, but panicked.
�I for one don�t want anything,� Raven said softly. �Just the opportunity
to use your body without intervention. I�d be just as happy seeing you dead.
And, just to repeat the basic rules, if you scream, try to escape, try to
evoke attention or behave less than well in any other way, you will die.�
Scott didn�t like the way Raven used threats, it was too much like torture,
but he didn�t object. He just took a few steps forward. �I want something.�
But what was it he wanted? Answers -- but he had them all. Every despicable
thing they had done to him, they had explained thoroughly first. What they
were doing, why they were doing it, why they were right. Regret, maybe. As
if she would show any. For all he knew, she could have experimented on
hundreds of mutants. But she remembered him, that gasp had told him that.
His fate mattered to her, it *had* to matter. �I want you to look at me, and
know what you have done.�
She started protesting immediately, in a reasoning tone despite her obvious
fear, as if she was having a lecture. �The crystal I invented was designed
to stop the effects of your mutation, which, I might add, was an extremely
dangerous one. From that point of view it was successful. As for your...�
She fumbled for words, apparently unable to use any of the obvious ones.
�That was an unfortunate side effect, that...�
�*Side* effect? You�re talking about my life! Every single second of every
single day for the rest of my life I will have to live blind because of you
people! That is not a side effect!�
He couldn�t stand it anymore and turned to leave. He sat down on the first
chair he found, leaning his head in his hands. One step away from
Raven�s footsteps weren�t her usual energetic ones as she walked in and
closed the door behind her. She seemed almost cautious. *Please don�t let
her talk to me.*
�If you don�t want to go through with this, I understand.�
�We have to get him out.�
�Yes, but I could still kill her.�
He should have known she would come to that. �No.�
A deep sigh, then a short silence. �I�m not exactly keen on taking all the
watching hours, but I could do it.�
Second time she tried to make him a favour, and he rejected it again. He
was Cyclops, he wasn�t going to be intimidated by some doctor. �No, I can do
it.� He hoped that was true. Especially since he would have to tell Raven
everything to prepare her for being Dr. Finn. She had said she would need
details, but he wasn�t sure she wanted them, and he was positive he didn�t
want to tell.
As if any of them had a choice.
�Any other flaws?�
For the past hour he had drilled Raven in how to be Betty Finn, every
aspect he could remember. Now she knew every she had to know, her way of
speaking was perfect, her moves were perfect from what he could tell, but
there was still something missing. He leaned back, pondering her appearance
one piece at a time.
�You don�t smell right.�
She chuckled. �Now you sound like Wolverine. What�s wrong with my smell?�
�No smoke.� Betty Finn was a heavy smoker, and Raven had gotten the voice,
but not the smell.
�Alright, just a minute.� She went into the bedroom, and he heard her get
redressed. Her mutant ability allowed her to imitate any clothing, but
apparently cigarette smoke was too much for her. Coming back, she held her
arm to his face. �Better?�
Her hand almost touched him, and he felt his body go tense. Next to her
voice, those hands was what he knew best of Dr. Finn�s appearance, and what
he liked the least. He recalled the times before the operation, the
impersonal touch by almighty hands and not even any faces attached to them.
The real Dr. Finn he would never even have considered touching voluntarily,
but the simple knowledge that this was Raven, even if it didn�t feel like
it, made him give in to his curiosity. He needed to know that face. Slowly
he followed the hand to its shoulder and then up to the head, running his
fingers over her face. With long hair that was taken up, small metal-framed
glasses, a fine Roman nose and a softly curved chin, she was most definitely
good looking, but the coldness shone through even in Raven�s version.
�Am I satisfying?� she asked. The voice might have been Dr. Finn�s, but the
tone was Raven�s, with that constant touch of sensuality. Without thinking,
he raised his hand and slapped her so hard she stumbled backwards, and he
heard her fall into a chair.
Scott had never hit a woman before in his life, except in battle
situations, and when his mind caught up with his body he gasped, shocked at
his own ferocity.
�I�m... I�m so sorry,� he stammered.
During everything he had taught Raven, he had stayed calm, avoided any
thought but what facts could be necessary for her to know. Never mind how
those facts affected him, never mind the nightmares he had far too often,
and that he knew Rogue had too. This was a mission, emotions were not
He had hit an unarmed woman for no obvious reason. He had always thought
that was something only mindless brutes did, and he knew it was inexcusable.
Yet he had done it.
�You... be careful when you talk to him,� he said, indicating the meeting
she would have with Dr. Dean, the one that, if she was good enough, would
grant them permission to enter the prison. It was another thing he had to
send her out on without being able to keep watch over her. He was supposed
to help her, but instead he let her do all the dirty work. And now he had
�I will.� She walked up to him, and her hands, now back to mutant, touched
his face. �If it had been me they had done it to, I would have wanted them
dead. I don�t know if you�re a God damned hero or just stupid, but I got to
She pulled away her hands again. �I�m going to be late.�
He knew exactly how hard he had hit her, and was amazed at how lightly she
took it. �There will be a shiner.�
�I can disguise one.�
They could both hide their hurt, they would both pretend like this never
happened. Mission comes first, as always.
He had let her use the bathroom. Usually, when she claimed she had to go,
Raven would hand her a pot and take of her pants, but he wasn�t prepared to
do that. On the other hand, he couldn�t very well let her lie there and wet
her pants, so he took the manacle off the bed. Her first reaction was to
run, but he grabbed her instantly and locked her up again.
�Do you need to go or not?� he asked harshly.
�Then don�t fight me.�
He released her again, but this time he chained the loose end of the
manacle to his own wrist, and on the way to the bathroom he ran his free
hand over the coffee table to find the gun Raven had left there. So far he
had refused to use it even for intimidation, but he was not the kind to turn
weak in a difficult situation.
�I�ll shoot you if you make any trouble,� he said, and he meant it. He
probably wouldn�t shoot to kill, but there was no need for her to know that.
That kept her down for a while, but when she had finished what she needed
to do and they were about to leave the bathroom, she took another chance and
managed to hit the gun out of his hand. She was stronger than he had
expected -- or maybe it was just fear. He threw them both to the ground and
pounded his elbows in her chest.
There had been footsteps outside, but he had barely noticed them. Not until
he heard a hoarse laughter and the exclamation: �Jason!� He stiffed, and
seconds later a key rattled in the lock.
�One move, one sound, and you�re dead,� he whispered to Dr. Finn. The gun
was out of his reach, but if necessary, he wouldn�t need it. With one hand
he forced her down, and with the other he kept her mouth shut.
The door opened and there were voices right outside the bathroom door.
�So, tell me about this new partner of yours,� Dr. Dean said. �Seems to me
he�s doing more than financing your projects. How come I haven�t heard of
�Do I usually discuss my personal life with you?� she asked, and Scott
grimaced hearing the playful tone in her voice. That flirty enjoyment was
more Raven than the doctor, and he hoped she didn�t take it too far.
�Listen.� Dr. Dean sounded awkward. �I know you resented what we... what
happened, with Ronnie, but Heather had a point.�
�You�d think after all that time he spent staring down her cleavage, she�d
be on his side,� Raven said shortly, and Scott realized exactly how amazing
she was. All he had told her was that the two doctors who spent most time
with him and Rogue, Dr. Sawyer and Dr. Chandler, had seemed a little
attracted to each other. Yet, when she talked like that, it was as if she
knew as much as Dr. Dean did. No wonder that she had managed to pull off the
Senator Kelly charade for so long.
Something tickled Scott�s fingers, and he realized that Dr. Finn was
crying. That surprised him. It wasn�t as if he was really hurting her or
�Do we have to talk about that?� A touch of tenderness in his voice. Oh,
wonderful, now they were flirting with each other. �Everything went well
today. We haven�t been able to talk like civil people for ages. I miss that.
I always found you a very talented woman.�
Raven�s back brushed against the bathroom door. Apparently the doctor was
making a move. Dr Finn�s weeping had moved on to sobs, and although Scott
still held his hand over her mouth, he feared that something might be heard
through the door.
A sharp breath outside, and then Raven�s voice, cold: �I think you should
A pleading: �Betty...�
�I�m grateful for your help, and I assure you that I will do my best at
this project.� A dismissal worthy of the original Dr. Finn, and without any
signs of listening to his protests, the door opened and shut.
Seconds later, the bathroom door was flung open. �What the *hell* are you
doing, humping the hostage on the bathroom floor?�
Scott stood up and dragged Dr. Finn with him. �I�m not �humping� anybody,�
he said. �She had to go to the bathroom, what was I supposed to do?�
�The usual!� Raven said. �Make her use the pot.�
�I�m not pulling off that woman�s pants.�
Raven didn�t argue any more, instead she turned her anger to the doctor.
�What are you blubbering about?�
�Bastard...� she mumbled.
�It�s not like I even hurt her,� Scott snapped. He had rarely found it as
difficult to keep control as now, forced close to an enemy that had hurt him
so much, but he had succeeded, and her whimpering annoyed him.
�She�s not talking about you,� Raven replied, and she leaned closer to the
other woman. �Didn�t bother you to cripple a few mutants, but I guess it�s
not as much fun when they turn on their own, is it? You sicken me.�
She left the bathroom and called out for Scott.
�Get her back to the bed and come over here. We�re should prepare for the
She was a good driver, keeping a steady speed and making the curves so
softly he could barely feel them. Apparently she wasn�t half as nervous as
he was. It was that need of control again. She had told him about her
arrangements, every detail. Dr. Finn was not only still chained up, but also
gagged. The �do not disturb� sign was on the door handle, the cleaning lady
had been bribed to leave the room alone for a while -- who cared what she
thought the reason was? -- Raven had taken care of everything, it was all
under control. But he wasn�t the one controlling it, and that made him
*Focus. Get all that out of your head. Concentrate on the mission.* In her
purse, he knew, there was a document signed by Jason Dean, allowing
Elizabeth Finn and Simon Rochester entry to the prison. That would get them
in. Getting them out would be a matter of force.
�Do you miss your powers?� Her voice was neutral, as in casual
conversation, but the question was unexpected.
�I was thinking... even if they had succeeded, would you still be doing
this? Do you miss your powers or just your sight?�
Did he? He recalled the endless times he has cursed his visor, wished he
didn�t need it. The constant fear of losing it and maybe hurting someone.
His entire personality was formed by this. What was this need of control if
not the urge to master the one thing that was always out of his hands?
People would call him cursed, and he wouldn�t argue with it, beause he often
*felt* that way.
�Yes.� His answer was low; he didn�t know how to explain it.
�I thought so.� There was a short silence before she continued: �They�ll
never get that, how we can be proud of being mutants. For them, we�re just
some defects that need correction.�
Although he agreed with her bitterness, he felt annoyed.
�You should talk.�
�What�s that supposed to mean?�
�Well, what�s the difference between what they did and what you tried to
do? �The world will be so much better if *they* are more like *us*.� Forcing
a happy ending without asking yourself who it is happy for, and certainly
not stopping to check if it will actually work properly.�
�Hey!� For the first time, there was a slight jerking motion when the car
took a curve. �Don�t take this out on me. At least we tried to do something
instead of just hanging around waiting for people to suddenly decide that
mutants are cosy little beings after all, as if the discrimination would
ever stop unless we did something.�
�It won�t ever stop! Do you honestly think, by turning people into mutants,
you would make them better people? People will always find a reason to hate
each other. It�s the hate you have to work away, not the reasons. And you
don�t do that by violence.�
�Oh, but you do it by licking the boot that kicks you?�
For the next few minutes they both talked at once, without listening, then
there was another silence.
�I thought we were staying away from ideology,� Raven finally said.
�Yeah.� Deep sigh. �So, Simon...�
He smiled a little. �So, Betty?�
�Are you ready?�
�Me neither. But here we are.�
She pulled the car over and helped him out, and he took her hand to try and
show her he had meant that apology. She drew a shaky breath.
�Scott,� she said, using his real name for the first time since this
charade started, �if we manage this, I promise to always spare your life.�
He understood. She couldn�t promise never to fight him. They would always
be too different to agree, and their teams were still enemies. �Same here.�
�Think we�ll make it?� Uncertainty. Sabretooth must really mean a lot to
�Sure we will.� Hesitating, he dared to ask what he had been wondering all
the time: �You two... are you lovers?�
Her answer was barely a whisper, and she walked away in a fast pace before
he had time to react. �I have a child with him.�
He had no time to question her further and probably wouldn�t have anyway,
since she seemed to regret ever saying anything. The only thing she told him
before fully taking on her act as Betty Finn was to take off his glasses.
�Why?� he asked, not particularly willing to give in to her request.
�If they see that you�re actually blind, it will make them less
Oh, marvellous. He should have known there was nothing she couldn�t use in
a plan. However, considering the change of attitude people had given him
lately, she had a point. Sighing a little, he folded up the glasses and put
them in the pocket of his jacket. His face felt oddly naked. Still, he
guessed it was worth it, if the mission succeeded.
Not if. There was no if. It had to succeed. The bare thought of someone
else in his situation, anyone else, even Sabretooth, was sickening. He would
never be able to explain to the X-men why he did this, teaming up with an
enemy to get another enemy out of jail. Even Xavier probably wouldn�t
understand; after all, he had let Magneto stay in his prison and those two
were *friends*. Only Rogue would know exactly why he did it.
He kept his hand on Raven�s arm, too deep in his thoughts to register much
around him, but he wasn�t too far gone to notice when they reached the main
entrance. Some guy opened for them, and when Raven gave him their names and
documents he let them inside, having them wait in some kind of hallway while
he called on people to pick them up.
Raven went through an enormous effort to get Scott comfortably seated in a
chair, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. She wasn�t exactly the fussy
type, and she knew more than well that he could manage on his own. Then it
struck him that she was trying to make him appear helpless. It wasn�t an act
he had done previously, and he didn�t like it much, but he went along with
A rather heavy someone came towards them, and the inner door opened with a
�Dr. Finn? I�m detective lieutentant Benton. Glad to have you here. And
The question mark was barely apparent. Diplomatic fellow. He clearly hadn�t
expected more than one person, but didn�t want to let it show.
�That�s me,� Scott said, smiling. He didn�t offer his hand. Just because he
didn�t like this game didn�t mean he didn�t know how to play it. The
policeman would reach out his own automatically, and then feel embarrassed
when Scott didn�t notice. And when you�re embarrassed, you don�t ask
�Simon is my associate,� Raven said, and even though her voice had the icy
shade of the person she imitated, there was something warmer in it that made
Scott long for Jean. There was no way Benton could have missed it.
�Mostly doing the finances,� Scott said, �but I�m interested in the science
�Oh, okay,� the young man said, clearly not able to enter a discussion of
that topic. �I�ll take you to captain Willis and we�ll talk through the
formalities. Then you�ll get to see the wildman. I mean... meet. Sorry.�
Normally, Scott wouldn�t even have noticed the slip and the half apology
following it, he was too used to it, but now he was too tense not to. He was
more used to direct fighting than deception, and was feeling extremely
self-conscious. �Thank you.�
They went through the hallway and entered an office, where an older man
�We�ve met before,� he said to Raven, and Scott�s heart skipped a beat.
That was really the last thing they needed.
Fortunately, the man continued: �I don�t expect you to remember me. I was
part of the team that looked for those mutants that got away in New York.�
�Oh, right!� Raven sounded unsure the way you do when you don�t remember
but don�t want to let it show. �Too bad you never found them. Especially
considering that the girl robbed a man.�
�Yeah, Jesus...� The captain chuckled a little. �Clothes and all, but left
his car. Mighty considerate of her. I heard one of your crew had helped
�Ronnie Sawyer. We took care of that. Can we get on with this?�
�Of course.� They sat down around a table, and Scott listened to the
scraping of pens and soft thuds of stamps. These people knew there was a
shapeshifter around, and yet they didn�t suspect a thing, because Raven was
so talented and well-informed. And himself? Since they trusted her they
trusted him, and also, as Raven had pointed out, it probably helped that
they could verify that his eyes were actually unseeing. No trick there.
�Sir?� The captain had turned to him, considerant and slightly afraid to
offend. �Are you sure you should go in there? The wildman is dangerous, and
we can�t sedate him.�
�I�m sure I will be fine.� It wasn�t Sabretooth that made his mouth dry. He
wouldn�t have liked having to fight him now, without his powers, but since
they would be on the same side, it wouldn�t matter. The cops, on the other
hand, may not have superpowers, but they had guns, and it�s hard to dodge a
gun when you don�t know where it�s aiming.
He had promised Jean an easter wedding, and he had no intention of making
it a funeral instead. Getting Sabretooth out of here was the prime mission,
but everyone staying alive was a close second.
They walked through the corridors, two guards trailing them. Scott barely
listened to Raven�s faked entusiasm as she told Benton everything you could
do to a subject with enhanced healing ability. It made him feel a little
sick. He wondered if she actually knew what she was talking about or just
had a really morbid imagination. The worst part was, the cop acted like
there was nothing peculiar at all about her suggestions.
There was a slight stop in action as Benton opened the last door, and then
they entered the room in front of Sabretooth�s cell -- his �cage� as Raven
had put it. Scott had heard his growl for quite some time, an now those
growl grew louder. They all stopped. There was a guard right next to Scott,
his hand almost touched the man�s side and when he moved his fingers a
little they brushed against a holster. He softly moved his cane over to his
left hand and moved the right one a little closer to the gun. The guard
didn�t react. Okay from here on it was improvisation only.
�Okay, here he is,� Benton said, and Sabretooth roared at the man. �I don�t
quite know how you�re going to deal with him, though. He�s very strong, and
as I said, almost impossible to sedate...�
Scott was standing behind the others, but it still didn�t take long for
Sabretooth to recognize him. �What are you doing here -- *Cyclops*?� he
No time to lose. In the startled pause that followed he question, Scott
grabbed the gun that had been tickling his hand, and raised it to the
�Breaking you out.� The guard tried to grab him, but he avoided the arm
with ease. You�d think a policeman wouldn�t be so noisy. �Nice and easy,
There was a thud from the other side of the room. Scott�s hand didn�t
flicker, but he moved his head slightly. �Raven?� he called.
�I�m okay,� Raven said, and he noticed that she now used her real voice.
�Got the keys.�
He didn�t have time to try and make sense of the fighting that followed,
since the guard he threatened was trying another attack. This time, the man
moved more quietly and managed to grab him, sending his cane whirling off
somewhere. Damn. He responded with a punch that made the guard fly
backwards. Without really listening, he heard sounds of fighting from Raven
�Don�t even think about it,� she told someone, and then there was another
loud thud, followed by the clicking of keys that told him she was successful
in unlocking the cell.
That was good, since it meant getting the odds in their favour, but he had
other things on his mind. The guard was getting serious and he had to make a
decision. Either get into a fist fight, or back up his threat and use the
gun. He cocked it quickly and lowered it to what he judged to be a safe
height. After all, he didn�t want to kill the man. Another blow sent him to
the floor, and a shot went off. There was an annoyed snarl from Sabretooth.
Well, if it had hit *him*, it couldn�t have done much damage. Scott rose
quickly and tried again. His experience with fire arms wasn�t particularly
big, but his ability to aim had always been extremely precise, and so he
didn�t hesitate to fire. The man tumbled backwards with a surprised yelp.
�Not bad,� Raven said, right by his ear.
�Location?� he asked.
�Low thigh,� she replied, and he nodded, satisfied.
�What�s wrong with *him*?� Sabretooth asked, contempt in his voice. There
was a large something hitting the wall, followed by a moan. Probably Benton.
�He�s blind, get over it,� Raven snapped at him. For a lover, she wasn�t
That reminded Scott. �Where�s my cane?�
An annoyed sigh from Raven. �I got it.� She didn�t have time to give it to
him, because the guards had started moving again. They had to leave, and she
took his hand, dragging him with her. Not his favourite way of being guided,
but it would have to do. �Come on, get out!�
She opened the door to the corridor and when they had all hurried outside,
she closed it behind them, locking the guards in. It wouldn�t help them
much. There must be surveillance cameras all over the place, and Scott could
already hear people heading their way. Probably a whole lot more than three,
�Cover Scott,� Raven told Sabretooth, and there was an immediate cry of
protest from both men.
�I�m not babysitting an X-man,� Sabretooth growled.
�Good, �cause I don�t need babysitting,� Scott snapped back.
�Cut out the testosterone!� Raven said. �We need to move fast and dodge
bullets. You�re not very good at either. And Victor, he�s doing this to keep
you out of his position, so a little gratitude isn�t wrong. Oh, dammit!�
The doors opened, and there were shots coming from Raven�s direction,
followed by more of those from the policemen. Scott didn�t want to kill
anyone unless it was absolutely necessary, and so he aimed low or high, but
tried to keep it out of lethal height. It wasn�t very easy, since he
couldn�t be sure where the cops were exactly.
�Move!� Raven yelled to Sabretooth, and the big man headed forward,
practically plowing into the policemen. Unless they were unusually
incompetent, they must have hit him at least once, but as long as there
weren�t too many shots, that would only slow him down temporarily.
Then there was a cry of pain, and the shooting stopped. Scott�s heart
speeded, and he tried to understand what was going on. Sabretooth was still
fighting his way forward, hitting the policemen with something that wasn�t
his fists, and not a gun either, it was much too soft for that... Scott
finally put two and two together and grimaced a little. It was a human body.
A man was shoved right at him, someone who was still breathing... and still
armed. Scott found the gun just in time to push it away a little, and
although the shot grazed his arm, it didn�t actually harm him. Before the
man had time to shoot again, Scott tore the gun from his hand and then hit
him in the head with his own. While he was still falling, Scott put a knee
under his jaw that sent him flying to the wall. That should keep him down
for a while.
�Disarm them first, you schmuck!� Raven yelled at Sabretooth. Obviously she
had the same kind of problem.
He must have listened, for the next guy coming in Scott�s direction made no
attempt to fire. Yet he was harder to fight than the other one. Although
guns are really handy to shoot someone, their use in a wrestling situation
is limited -- especially if they�re the reason you�re wrestling.
The man flinched as a flying foot made connection with his body, and even
Scott staggered backwards a bit from the impact. Raven seemed to have landed
hard, but quickly went back to her feet.
�Don�t need babysitting, huh?� she snorted, and Scott grinned a little.
�Thanks,� he panted.
�No prob.� She leaned down for a moment. �Oops.�
�Nothing.� Again, she dragged him away. It was a strange kind of fight,
Raven dragging him off somewhere, then full stop to fight while hiding
behind Sabretooth, who used people for shields. He wondered how much of this
confusion was because he couldn�t see, and how much was because the
Brotherhood simply had a weird way of fighting.
Another door opening, a push through, and a slam behind him. Next stop was
definitely less hectic, with only a quick roaring fight from Sabretooth
before they moved on. Scott wondered how many of the policemen had survived
their breakout and was entirely grateful he didn�t have to know. None of the
ones he had close encounter with were likely to have died from it, that was
all he could say.
There was a final shot from Raven followed by a cry of pain, and then
another door. Only, this time it actually led outside.
He couldn�t believe their luck as Raven pushed him into the backseat of the
car, and he sent thanks to a God he didn�t know if he believed in.
�Now would be a perfect time to just ride straight into the sunset,� Raven
said when she had started the car, tires screaming below.
�We need to finish things at the hotel,� Scott reminded her.
�I know.� She sighed. �I hate you, X-man.�
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