Feral Family Affairs

Drawing Lines

"What the hell, Summers? You can't have her fightin' me," Logan snarled out as he reached in front of Scott to hit he kill switch. "You have any idea what kinda screw job you're doin' to her?"

But, it was over before Logan could feed the code in to end it when the hard light Wolverine lost its head and bounced away. When the sim cleared K had her hands in fists and her eyes shut tightly as she shook, trying to breathe, but a little too emotionally compromised to manage it without drawing in gasping breaths.

"You're the one that always says to prepare for every scenario," Scott pointed out. "That's all I was trying to do." It was honestly a reasonable defense ... but ...

"And when the hell have I put anyone in that position without warnin' em first?" Logan shouted back at him.

The two of them were already on their way to check on her by that point - especially when K didn't respond to either of them trying to hail her over the comms.

Scott knew she was upset with him, but had underestimated how she might react until he walked into the room and she refused to get anywhere near him, instead pointing one shaking finger at him after she oh-so clearly held back from hitting him. "Don't you dare do that to me again," K hissed out low before she held up both hands at shoulder level, skirted away from him and Logan then darted out, leaving both Scott and Logan in the Danger Room without her.

It was clear to anyone but Logan that Scott knew he'd crossed the line. And if it had been anyone but K, Logan might even have agreed with him on the premise that Scott had to know that she'd be able to stop Logan if necessary.

Scott turned meaning to go after her only to have Logan step in the way, blocking the path. "What the hell are you tryin' ta do?" Logan snarled. "You shouldn't have done that to her. You know how bad she's had it lately. You tryin' to drive her nuts makin' her fight me? Or are ya just tryin' to push her outta here?"

Scott's jaw locked down and he squared up without even thinking about it. "You know that's not the case, Logan. I – she needs to be able to stop you if you lose it. It wouldn't be the first time you'd turned on your team – or her." It was clear he'd gone into it trying to explain himself, but the aggressiveness only earned more aggressiveness - and a moment later, before Scott could react, Logan took a swing at him that broke Scott's nose and knocked him off his feet before Logan turned to go after K.

Unfortunately, Scott didn't think he'd done anything wrong enough to warrant physical violence, and Logan's punch was enough to have Scott reacting before he could even start to censor himself. Before Logan turned the corner to leave the Danger Room, Scott blasted him from where he was on the ground, knocking Logan into the wall on the opposite side of the hallway. Logan hit mid way up the wall, and slid down it in a heap. For a moment, both men were on the ground trying to pull their heads together, both of them hurting, both of them not up to what had become their usual selves.

Of course, Scott realized how badly things had slid even before Logan started to get to his feet, and he quickly caught up, sure that Logan was more angry now than before he'd taken a hit. He put a hand up in front of himself trying to emphasize the fact that he knew it had gone too far, and to try and slow Logan down, but the switch had already been flipped and Logan was more than willing to kick off their long overdue brouhaha. Scott knew he couldn't keep up with him if he went bare knuckle, even if Logan didn't totally lose it and pop a claw or three. A few solid hits from his adamantium weighted fists would have him in the medical bay, while landing a solid hit on Logan would likely result in a broken hand.

Scott dodged out of Logan's path by the skin of his teeth – with Logan's fist barely grazing Scott's chin as he twisted away. When Logan spun back to face him, Scott blasted him into the wall again. Logan roared in frustration as he popped his claws, trying to find something to give him some purchase as Scott shouted out to him to calm down. "We don't need to fight, Logan," Scott shouted. "You have to stop!" But the moment that Scott let up, Logan came at him again, completely enraged. Scott braced himself ready to blast him again when suddenly neither of them could move. Logan had been frozen in mid air, his claws inches from Scott's face, and Scott had his hand on his visor, ready to blast him back.