𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒴𝑜𝓊 || Scott Summers

𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝚊𝚢

a/n: we are SO back

shitty chapter, i know. but i literally couldn't come up with anything (spent two weeks trying to write this)

"I saw what happened! How's-"

"Fighting for his life."

"I'm gonna claw Gyrick's guts out!" I yelled, following Scott who was pushing Xavier's stretcher. "I knew this conference was a bad idea, but he wouldn't listen!"

"Stay out of this," Scott ordered. "You're too pregnant for this kind of stress!"

"Pregnant, not invalid."

"Lyla, you're two months away. And if she's gonna be like Alex, I much rather would like to have to worry about one thing at a time."

"I don't care if I'm two months away, Scott! He's practically my father—"

"And he's my mentor," Scott snapped, his voice tight but cracking under the strain as he kept his hands steady on the stretcher. "I need you calm, Lyla. The Professor wouldn't forgive me if I let you put yourself or the baby at risk."

"Calm?" I hissed, forcing myself to stay at Scott's side. "You want me calm while Gyrick and his goons just walk away from this? After trying to kill him in broad daylight?"

"Lyla—"

"No!" I cut him off, stopping dead in the hall, fists clenched so hard my nails bit my palms. "This is exactly what I warned him about. Exactly. And now look!"

Scott stopped too, his jaw locked tight. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the frantic wheels of the stretcher and Xavier's shallow, ragged breaths.

Then Scott's hand found mine, firm, grounding. His voice softened, even though his eyes behind the visor burned like a storm.

"I know you're scared," he said. "So am I. But if you go off half-cocked, if you lose control now, it's not just Gyrick you'll hurt. It'll be you. It'll be her."

My hand dropped automatically to my belly, the little kick there hitting like a cruel reminder.

"I hate this!" I groaned. "I hate this. Standing still. Doing nothing."

"You're not doing nothing," Scott said, squeezing my hand once before guiding me forward again. "You're staying here. With me. With Alex. With her. That's how you fight right now."

I pressed my lips together, forcing a shaky breath as we reached the med bay doors. Hank was already there, gloves on, moving fast.

"Scott, bring him in. Lyla, sit down before you collapse."

"I'm not—"

"Sit," Scott and Hank barked in unison.

For once, I didn't argue. I sank onto the bench just outside, watching as the doors slammed shut behind them. My whole body was trembling, fury and helplessness wrestling inside me.

"I don't like this!" I called out.

"You don't have to. Just stay put or go upstairs with Alex," Scott said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "I'll give you updates whenever I can."

"Promise?"

"Swear it."

。✯ ＼ ｜ ／✯ 。

"We sent a transmission to Lilandra, but it'll take nine months to reach her."

"The Professor might not have nine hours, Scott!" I exclaimed as Scott took Alex from my arms.