Here it comes again. [For Martini, then for Logan, then for Victor]

[and_intothefire]

"No. No, no, no." Jean's fingers pressed to her temples, her jaw clenching hard. It was coming, again. She'd been doing so well at keeping it at bay, but a pang of guilt shot through her chest and she knew she had to find some place to hide. She'd gone outside last time; she'd been found. Maybe there was some place inside

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[time_schizo]

Martini had known this was coming. He had seen it, as he sat there terrified in solitary confinement, and that's why he had bided his time, waiting for the perfect moment. Jean had ratted him out to Stryker, got him tossed into the brig. But more importantly, in doing so, she also threatened Ric. And nobody was going to get away with that.

He slowly ambled his way into the room, seeing a panicked expression on the firey red head's face as he walked through the door. "Well well well. What have we here, hmmm?" He wasn't smiling, but there was a dancing light in his eyes, as though he were in on some hilarious joke that no one else knew about. Martini may have been one of the craziest members of the squad, but as recent events had shown, he also had the potential to be one of the most powerful. Jean was about to regret ever involving him in her petty games.

[and_intothefire]

Her heart pounded in her chest as Martini followed her. She felt sick to her stomach, that overwhelming lead weight of guilt settling into her chest. She moved away from him, not liking the tone of his voice or the glint in his eye. Her back touched to the wall, and she slid along it, trying to find a way out.

She didn't want to say anything. Jean knew she'd done horrible things to Martini. She deserved his ire, his hatred. Her eyes met his and she flinched, still moving away until her back met with the corner.

"I'm sorry," she choked out, her eyes burning as she looked at him. She felt so horrible, the wash of paralyzing guilt hitting her again.

[time_schizo]

Martini couldn't help but appreciate the symmetry of the situation. Last time, he had been the one cowering on the ground, trying to get away. Now the positions had been reversed. "Sorry? Oh, now you feel sorry. That's a funny word, coming from someone like you. I suppose that one little word just erases everything you've done over the course of your self-centered, petty, pathetic excuse for a life

[and_intothefire]

She looked at the floor, her arms wrapping tightly around her chest as she tried to make herself as small as possible. His words hurt, and tears flowed freely down her cheeks, Jean not denying a word of it. She'd done those things. She'd killed that man, and stood by and watched while Victor killed that girl, while Logan killed those men. She'd created those situations for her own entertainment.

The slap stung and she cried out, her voice thick with tears. She didn't want this. She didn't want any of this. She was trapped by this horrible thing, and she wanted to just be let go. Her hands instinctively scrabbled at his wrist as he grabbed at her neck, pinning her against the wall. She looked at him through blurred eyes.

"I'm so sorry," she whimpered.

[time_schizo]

Martini was feeling pretty good about what he had done. He had taught that little manipulative bitch a lesson in manners. He was blissfully unaware of the strife the use if his powers were causing. If he had, he just would have gotten a kick out of it. There was no lost love between the feral brothers and himself, though he could tolerate Victor much better than Logan. He lay there lazily in the rec room, slowly turning the pages of a book, singing the lyrics of his favorite Christmas song softly.

"The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights
He reached for the trigger to pull it up tight
Why he didn't shoot, well, we'll never know
Or was it the bells from the village below?"Truth be told, he had completely forgotten about Jean or the fact he should really be getting around to reversing the time loop around her. Instead, he became engrossed as two of his Things, Harvey and Frank, tumbled into the room and began fighting with each other. They normally 'belonged' to Victor and Logan, and it was clear to see something was going on elsewhere

[and_intothefire]

Jean ran as hard as she could into the compound to get away from Victor. Had Logan not been there, she didn't know what would've happened to her. Her fingers against her throat had stopped, but the sobs were still shaking her body. She slowed down, forcing herself to focus on reaching out, finding Martini. She had to. She had to beg his forgiveness, have him fix it.

As she cried, her mind found him in the rec room. Presence marked, she pulled her mind away and ran again, the doors to the rec room kicking open before she got to them, and slamming closed as she passed through them. Jean saw him on the couch, and fell literally to her knees near him, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Please, I'm begging you, stop this. Please. Please." The desperation in her voice was painful.

[time_schizo]

He briefly glanced at the pleading figure, sitting up on the couch as she fell to her knees. There was not an ounce of compassion in his eyes. Martini held up a finger in a shushing motion

[and_intothefire]

Jean didn't flinch away as he patted her head. She deserved every bit of it, but with Victor possibly on her trail, she needed to try and keep her wits about her. Then again, letting him kill her might be the best thing for everyone.

"Thank you," she said quietly, and honestly. She got up, sobs still wracking her body. There was a slight motion-sick feeling, before she got up, moving as quickly as she could out of the rec room and toward her room. She prayed Olivia wasn't there. She couldn't explain. When she opened the door, she saw the blonde was not there, and Jean closed the door with a quiet click, then collapsed into her bed, sobbing as quietly as she could.