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He was in no pain; not even so much as a headache. He was laying on his stomach, head cradled in his arms. He was hot, but that wasn’t necessarily injury. Just annoyance. And man, was it hot as Hell. Literally. Not Figuratively. Well, figurative in the sense that he’d never actually visited Hell, more than heard less-than-charming things about its alleged uncomfortably high temperature, not in the figurative sense wherein ‘hot’ meant ‘attractive.’ But hey, what did he know? He could have looked damn fine, right now, languishing in some…what? Desert? High temperature, dusty; it even smelled hot, though that acrid taste in his mouth hardly said anything – he sat up suddenly. “Where am I?!” AKA Scott's Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day. In which our hero falls for an internet scheme before it was even a thing, does not speak Spanish, is basically a loser, and really, really, really wants to punch Mystique in the face. Justifiably, tbh. My imagining of the Season 3 episode. Three-shot. Rated T for violence; borderline M for foul language. Jott visible.

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