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They were fighting The Brotherhood for some reason or other, Logan didn’t know and didn’t really care. Chuck’s weird on and off romance/nemesis deal with Magneto was way above his pay grade.
What he did know is that at some point he’d managed to pin Sabertooth under a pile of rubble with some help from the Cajun and bolted for the big bad as soon as the taller man gave him the “okay”.
Next thing he knew, his claws were deep in Magneto’s guts, warm blood coating his knuckles. “Logan…” Magneto gasped, teeth grinding together.
Logan felt eyes on him, several fights froze as they realized who had been hit. “Been in a lotta wars, bub.” He growled into the impaled mutant’s ear. “Y’learn the hard way that the brave go first.”
But then… his claws retracted. Magneto cried out again, turning to face Logan with an icy glare. “They do… don’t they ?”
Why did his claws retract? He couldn’t pull them back out-
Oh no…
“Magnus STOP!” He heard Xavier scream across the field, still knocked out of his chair with Magneto’s helmet roughly welded to his head.
His body began to thrum almost insignificantly at first but quickly turned to agony. He tried to bite his tongue to keep himself from crying out, but his jaw was forced open.
He realized he was screaming before he felt anything. Something was forcing his body together, pressing his muscles and tissue to stay intact as the metal coating was forcibly torn from his bones.
For not the first time in his life, he wished he could just die.
But he guessed unconsciousness was the next best thing.
Jean had just barely managed to keep Logan’s body together against the power of Magneto’s abilities. His usual precision was eradicated by the three bloody holes in his chest. And even without those… in that moment, he probably didn’t care if Logan survived or not.
Her chest heaved and tears streamed down her face as she ran towards the shorter mutant.
There was yelling all around her, Mystique was screaming at the others to get Magneto and retreat. The other X-Men were trying to apprehend Magneto, leading to a retreating battle with Mystique and a blood covered Sabertooth.
Logan’s limbs were twitching painfully, his face twisted and pinched in agony despite him being knocked out cold. Blood was drying on his skin, which had knit itself back together, hiding the damage underneath. Without even trying to enter his mind, she could hear his screams trapped by unconsciousness.
She fell to her knees, crawling over to Logan, hands hovering unsurely around him. She didn’t dare try to take away his pain lest it affect his already overworked healing factor.
All she could do was watch and wait, praying to whatever was out there that Logan would overcome this too.