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X-men fic: In the Beginning (AU): Chapter 2

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A/N: So it's 1 o'clock in the bloody morning and I'm going to Philly in six hours with friends. Yay!! Except I can't sleep. And I'm so freakin' buzzed :D Mad dogs people! You gotta stop at two. *picks herself off the floor again* Right, bygones. Here's chapter two! I hope you like..

***Xavier***

Westchester, New York


“Cyclops, I advise you to give this another thought.”

He continued to throw a few things into his rucksack while I parked myself right across from him on the other side of his bed, blocking his way to the door.
For now.

“Don’t pull rank on me *dad*. You know I’m not about to budge on this one.”

He knows I only address him as Cyclops in front of others as per field protocol. When we’re alone I use the call-sign purely as a last resort, just as he refers to our extremely private father-son relationship when nothing else works… or as a verbal equivalent to rolling his eyes at me. Interesting this… disassociation he’s created in his mind – the wise professor whose every word he hangs on to, admires, obeys… is not same as the exasperating, slightly nagging, zealously protective father who embarrasses him like every typical parent does a child.

“Besides I thought you agreed.”

“The suggestion has potential yes, but I see no need for us to be so hasty.”

“Hasty? We wait any longer and there’d be no *us* left! We can’t afford to waste another second. The Right’s been whipping our asses and handing ‘em back to us on a monthly basis for a whole year. We’ve got to do something!”

Whole year my left lame foot. That was grossly exaggerated and he did it only for effect. But I didn’t bother to take the bait.

“Scott, this mutant you seek is an unknown variable. We don’t know where his loyalties lie. We don’t know if he would share our beliefs and be willing to risk his life for our cause. For Christ’s sake we don’t even know what his mutation is!?!”

He sighed deeply and went back to his packing. Not much, just two sets of clean and ironed shirts and a change of jeans. Underwear, sunglasses, visor just in case, cologne. A framed photograph of Jean and Scott from their vacation in Seychelles, three years ago.

“Doesn’t matter. If this guy is as powerful as you think he is, then someone is going to try and recruit him sooner than later. It’d rather be us than Magneto or Hodge or Sinister or any other psychopaths out there.”

Good point. And yet…

“How do you know he isn’t one himself? Look I think it’s worth deliberating once more to check for anomalies. Maybe we should use my sources to dig up this man’s history before jet-setting halfway across the globe, probably for nothing.”

“Fine then. You deliberate, go back to the Cerebro, talk to your sources… do whatever. Just keep me posted, I’ll be in touch. We’ll waste less time that way. And it’s only Canada for God’s sake, dad.”

There, the over-drawled *dad* again. The boy wasn’t listening to me! And I was getting a tad desperate.

“Scott I am not convinced about this. And until I am, you are *not* to leave the mansion premises. I forbid you.”

He paused then and looked at me straight. The deep oceanic blue of his eyes all the more intense with fervor… a stark purpose and tenacity that was there the first time I looked into my son’s unshielded young eyes… but had been missing ever since I asked Storm to take over. The profound hurting has been there for a while now.

// You think I can’t handle it. //

Yes, we resort to mind-speech when words feel too heavy a burden for our hesitant tongues to bear.

// You’re weak. You throw up everything you eat. You tire easily. //

Behind the ruby quartz, Scott could mask his soul… his emotions so easily. Now without it, there was nowhere to hide. His face was still stone rigid but his eyes were achingly expressive. He didn’t want to hear what I had to say, anyone could see that. Heck I didn’t have to see his face at all to know the pain I’d just caused him.

Oh all right, so it was a cheap shot. But I did try reasoning with him professionally first didn’t I? A concerned father’s frantic babbling is not likely to make much of a dent either, I was quite aware of that. But, I knew I *must* try.

Scott joined me about seven years ago, he was nearly sixteen then. Parents died when he was nine in a car crash with the boy in it. He suffered severe head injuries and lost his ability to control the optic blasts forever, course he didn’t know it at the time. That coma lasted seventeen weeks.

Once he woke up, thanks to this country’s *excellent* social welfare system, the child was shipped from one foster home to another for the next six years. Coming into his mutant powers suddenly one night, Scott panicked and ran and spent a whole year living on the hopeless streets of New York before I found him. Blind, scared, alone with not a soul he could trust… and yet supporting himself through whatever means available… resolute never to open his eyes again lest he cause any more destruction… any more death.

His strength and uncompromisable integrity shone right back at me through the psyionic reaches of the Cerebro… and I just knew he was the one I’d been looking for.

What followed was completely unplanned for. I grew exceptionally fond of the young boy and in time, observed more than just a mission-driven relationship take shape between us. I adopted Scott Summers as my legal heir soon thereafter, he’d been with me for a little over nine months by the time. He approached our new relationship with thorough caution, eager to please… wary of making mistakes that other teenagers would give no second thought to. Such… hesitation, it used to break my heart on a daily basis. Took him a whole three months to introduce me as his father to his friends. That wretched utterance of the joyfully *American* endearment “Dad” took another four.

And now my son was sulking… unhappy to hear me state the obvious, refused to look me in the eye and resumed packing. Donned his jacket that once fit him well. Now draped over him loosely as if from a hanger in his closet. As if he was once again the underclothed undernourished kid groping his way through the dark, dank alleys of his morbid past.

// Why do you insist on disobeying me so? //

I asked, even while I suspect I already knew the answer to that.

// Because I can’t just do nothing. You know I can't.//

// Send Warren. //

// We can’t take any X-Man off the team right now. //

// I should go then. //

// You’re leaving tonight for the summit in DC. //

// I’ll cover both in one trip. //

// You can’t afford to be unavailable that long, Storm might need you here. //

// You have an answer for everything today don’t you? //

/ /It’s my job… isn’t it? //

And then with a moment’s hesitation he whispered…

“I am still your second-in-command right? Or is that Warren now?”

I shook my head in resignation.

He was right you know. He’d been right since the moment I told him about this unique and extraordinarily powerful mutant I sensed while in Cerebro this morning. The one who seemed unattached to any faction on either side of the war right now.

He who goes by the very unusual codename of, what was it? Oh yes - Wolverine.

He who may well tip the troubled scales of control back in our favor, were he to come aboard the X-Men.

Scott was done packing. He waited only for me to bid him farewell, in other words to grant him the approval he so desperately sought… but would leave without if need be. And while I knew he was right, I also happen to be a father. A worried one at that.

I suppose I was in denial. Like the mountain mule I can be, I was clinging to my faith that Scott’s mutation would soon return, and my intended field leader for the X-Men would be reinstated. Not because that was the initial grand design as Warren once cynically remarked, but because Cyclops *is* the most eligible person I know for the job.

I need his quick strategic thinking and unwavering focus on what’s important and what’s not. I need his strength and courage, and above all his composure and structured stability, to head this team of otherwise extremely independent, impassioned young individuals.

Cyclops is the rational adhesive that keeps them together. Without him… they drift as orphans driven purely by emotion, heeding no common direction.

However, that Cyclops was gone… for now. I wasn’t able to save him in his moment of weakness and now all I had left was this young man, Scott… too broken in body, if not in spirit, to wage this war, any war. All those insecurities from his boyhood had come rushing back, making him feel more vulnerable and less in control. And while it was surely prudent to send him away from this mayhem because he was only stressing himself out here with frustration… who knew what ghastly troubles awaited him in the barrens of Canada.

Could this mutant – Wolverine be trusted?

I may have lost my field leader for now, but God knew I was not prepared to lose my son. Not now, not ever.

//I need to do this Charles… please. //



I sighed, audibly, I suppose. Sometimes I forget how very much like me he can be.

Stubborn as a mountain mule.

“Packed your medications I hope?”

He smiled. In relief. And nodded.

He flung the bag over his left shoulder and came over to my side. For the briefest of moments he bent to hug me, then broke apart before I could start counting his un-fractured ribs again.

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A/N: Um, let me know what you think?

way cool!!!
Keep going:)

Thanks for reading hon! I'm happy you like it.

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Screw it. :DDDD

Squee. Just...squee. First, two chapters in one day (here anyway) HAPPY DAY and of a wonderfully addicting story! I love Charles in this chapter, half professor, still willing to approach thing from a logical standpoint, half caring father who wants to say "To hell with it, your not leaving unless I say so." Plus, into for Wolvie! Yay!

You have no idea how happy I am right now. I just got finished watching the first episode of the old 1980's X-men, and just NEEDED something to read. <3 Can i expect more soon, or is this it for now?

Thanks for reading sweetheart :) I know the feeling when you're absolutely craving to read something and I'm so glad it worked for you! Yep.. my Charles is torn when it comes to Scott. He's not heartless like they showed him to be in X3 *snivels* Let's ignore that shall we ;P
And yeah, Wolvie is about to make an appearance soon :D Thanks again for your kind words hon. Should post another chapter soon, I think! :)

Oh, this was wonderful. Loved Charles here. A father worried about his son. Forbidding him, even though he's a grown man, from leaving his side, his fear and mistrust of the unknown Wolverine, you conveyed all of his emotions so beautifully. I can't wait to read more.

Thanks sweetie. Charles was Scott's father in every sense of the word! So what if the movies decided to totally ignore their relationship *pouts* Anyway.. glad you like my little AU hon :) More should come soon..

A father's concern and a son's resolution, I always have a fondness towards Scott/Charles relationship, they care deeply for each other but sometimes they have to opposite each other for each other's own good.
Can't wait to see how Scott gets Logan to come with him (guess that shouldn't be too hard, Logan will probably be smitten with Scott right on the spot and just follows him home.:D) and maybe all hell will break loose when Wolverine meets Angel.:)
Great update, looking forward to next!

I always have a fondness towards Scott/Charles relationship, they care deeply for each other but sometimes they have to opposite each other for each other's own good.

Agree with you completely :) Always wanted to write their relationship out and this was a good chance for that.

Can't wait to see how Scott gets Logan to come with him (guess that shouldn't be too hard, Logan will probably be smitten with Scott right on the spot and just follows him home.:D)

LOL! I like the idea but no :D It's not going to be so easy haha ;)

Thanks so much for reading and reviewing hon :) More coming soon..

oh yay! Update soon PLEASE!!!!!
this is so great. so Scot hurting. love it love it love it. more please. how do i feed this bunny?!

Hey there.. thanks for reading :) Yeah Scott ends up a lot hurt in this one. But glad you like it! More coming soon. How should you feed this bunny? Ohh hon.. you're doing it already :D cheers!

You definitely have me hooked here. I look forward to seeing what comes next. I love the father/son struggle you're showing along with the underlying deep love the two men have for each other. Excellent work. :-)

Thank you so much sweetheart :) Am so glad you like it. What comes next is the Scott/Logan struggle now haha ;) Hope you keep reading!

~&heart; Awesome

just...awesome

:D:D Thank you so much!! Glad you're reading hon :)

PLease update I love it

Thanks Laura :) Will update soon.

Very cool beginning. It will be interesting seeing Logan deal with this Scott.

Thanks for reading sweetie :) Logan will come up next. I sent you a mail on the Ficathon story beta.. did you get it?

Aww, good job on the interaction between Charles and Scott, really dives deeper into their relationship. I'm excited to read how Scott and Logan are gonna meet! :D

Thank you for reading sweetheart!! Logan coming up next :D

As much as I want to know what's going to happen I hope it takes a long while. I really think this story has potential as a longer fic, and I'd love to be able to sink my teeth into a lengthy fic of yours. Put that coffee down and get back to the keyboard right now! :)

I really think this story has potential as a longer fic, and I'd love to be able to sink my teeth into a lengthy fic of yours.

Oh then I guess you will not be disappointed :D Because this promises to be really really long haha! Thank you so much for reading sweetie. I'm typing up as fast as I can, I promise :)

I'm really enjoying this story. Can't wait to read more.

Thanks for reading and reviewing hon. Am happy you like it :)

I love the relationship between Scott and Xavier. It's brilliant and poingant and so real. Very interesting, please continue!

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing hon! Scott and Xavier have a beautiful father-son relationship IMO. Glad you enjoyed it :)

Oh you capture their relationship so damn well, I'm at a fault for words. Just yes, you are amazing :D

::does the happy dance:: This AU is FULL of awesome, because hello! they've never met the Wolverine ::squeals:: I can not wait to see Scott and Logan meet, especially this Scott, still with some strength of his former self but so sad, angry and kinda messed up at the moment. More please!

:D:D Father/son relationships are so fascinating don't you think? Of course you do :P
I'm so glad you liked it so far hon. Wolverine will be making an appearance soon, he'll fix Scott don't you worry ;) Thanks so much for reading and reviewing sweetie! *hugs*

"I need his quick strategic thinking and unwavering focus on what’s important and what’s not. I need his strength and courage, and above all his composure and structured stability, to head this team of otherwise extremely independent, impassioned young individuals.

Cyclops is the rational adhesive that keeps them together. Without him… they drift as orphans driven purely by emotion, heeding no common direction"



YES! I'm always glad to see someone appreciate his very real abilities. I get sick of how so many want to dismiss him as uptight, or a nerd, or a "whiny bitch" as they put it, because he's not Wolverine. *is exasperated* Logan's got his own interesting charms, and they have an interesting charisma.

Scott and Charles need to realize, though, that even if Scott's powers never returned, he'd *still* be the best leader for the XMen. He'd have to find different ways to lead in the field and fight, but he could do it. He's certainly the *only* one who's integrity *everybody* trusts. I was always pleased when Magneto & the Brotherhood of Mutants/whoever would make bargains with the XMen because they *knew* that if anyone broke their word, it wouldn't be Cyclops. It works against him as much as for him, but that shining strength, courage, caring, and decency-however inhibited he sometimes is about showingit openly-is a pillar of strength for them all.


*waves pompoms unashamedly*



er, btw...I like your fic! *grins*


Pesti

:D:D Glad to know you and I agree on Scott's character study completely! :) Thank you so much for reading sweetie and for your brilliant comments.

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