1962-05-02 - Summers Reunion
Summary: They're brothers— but haven't seen eachother for years, and not by choice.
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alex scott 


1962. It's a good year, 1962: things… happened, in 1962. If someone wants to know what sort of things then they can look it up. For his part, Alex spent much of the year with his head buried in a book. He has to plan what the name of all that is Holy he's going to do for his dissertation — and he's having trouble with that.

So, it's the day, and Alex is in slacks and a turtle neck: he looks a little on the preppy side— and he's yawning as he steps out of the library and gives the Institute Foyer a good looking over.

Its just a day like any day, a day in 1963, and absolutely nothing life changing is likely to happen anymore on this day then happened yesterday.

*

As Alex passes by the hallway, he'll notice a group of kids standing around one of the doors—a common occurrence when there's a new kid. Everyone wants to hop in and get a good look. There's a kid sitting on the bed with his back to the door, apparently ignoring everyone, with a bandage around his head. He can hear them, but is too emotional to even yell at them.

*

Alex glances in at the new arrival, and promptly puts on his I-am-a-Teacher-honest airs, which he hasn't at all perfected yet. But still, with waving hands he shoos the students away, "Come on guys, leave him alone. Let him adjust. If he can do anything cool like turn into a frog I'll fill you in later." More shooing, and then he's walking into the door.

"Sorry about that, man." he says to the newg uy's back, "Everyone's just curious. It'll take some getting used to but believe me, all these people are on *your* side, and have *your* back. It's why this place is actually safe for us."

*

Scott tilts his head to the side, looking slightly over his shoulder and revealing that his eyes have been bandaged in some way. "Alex?" He'd been told that there was a very personal surprise waiting for him at this mansion, but the man who brought him here would not elaborate. The voice is much lower, of course, but there's something in the way it comes across that is oddly familiar to him.

*

Alex blinks a moment, a little surprised: too much time at NYU has kept him somewhat out of the loop. But concern laces his voice at the bandages, "Your eyes— did you get hurt? Uh." He's trying to figure out how to work up to 'are you blind, man? sympathy' but can't quite find how to frame the words. So he forces concern from his voice and says in a confident, friendly tone. "Yeah, that's me." The familiarity hits him, his brow furrows, and uncertainty touches his voice as he can't quite place it, "Alex Summers. I teach science when I'm not buried in my doctoral studies." He pauses, and adds, "And around here I'm also called Havok. I used to blow things up a lot on accident." He sounds a bit sheepish about that.

*

"Man, it's Scott," he sounds irritated, but not like really irritated. Just annoyed. "I'm a mutant two. The Professor guy is making me some glasses…Anytime I open my eyes, everything just explodes." He stands up, turning towards him, "He wouldn't tell me that you were here. I guess he wanted me to find out myself."

*

He's bewildered for a moment, Alex is. Scott? Scott died. Scott died the day his parents died. But the voice? Deeper, more solid. And a power that sounds not unlike his own? "Scott?" Alex blinks, reaching a hand up to sorta grasp at the younger man's shoulder, "Professor Xavier is great, he helps us — Scott?" Shaking his head slowly, "You're… alive? Where, how? I mean, … I've been here for years now, my power manifested late— college— I'd get mad and… the power just arcs out of my body and positively *shreds* if not explodes everything… Stuff is more in control, now. I need my suit to manage it… you will need your glasses, it sounds like." He's rambling a bit, because, whoa. He squeezes Scott's shoulder, saying quietly, "I thought everyone died. Mom. Dad. You."

*

Once Alex gets closer to him and grabs his shoulder, Scott is able to us his arm to get to his feet and give his brother a hug. "I knew you were alive, or at least thought you were. I have a pretty clear image of us both being alive after we hit. I don't remember anythign after that though." Pause. "Man, I'm glad I found you."

*

"They told me you were dead— the authorities. When they put me in the orphanage, before I was adopted." Alex is officially overwhelmed, but grabs a pair of armfulls of long lost brother and squeezes tightly, "I don't remember anything of that day after the plane shook. Scott, man, what happened to you? Why didn't we end up together? Shit, I don't know why I think you would know." He breaths slowly, "This is your home now. You're here, I'm here, and this is where I'm staying. For the rest of my life, you know right where I am man."

*

"I got no clue, to be honest. I woke up in a hospital in Omaha, Nebraska of all places. I got put into Boys Town there, sort of an orphanage or whatever. Those are pretty nice guys there, they even tried to help me find you, but there was nothing. No clue why weren't kept together," Scott replies as he hugs his brother right back.

*

"Someone fucked up." Alex sounds downright angry about it, really. But not so angry he's gonna lose it. "Someone fucked up bad. But you're here now. How long?" He pulls back just enough to look Scott in the blindfolded face, "Your mutation, when did it activate? We need to get you those glasses. But, man, its weird: I shoot energy too. Just sorta… outta my chest? So we're alike. That's… cool. Means when the X-Men go fighting the bad guys and saving people, we can fight together." Pause, "If you wanted." Not that the kid has likely at all been clued in on the X-Men, and Alex mentioning them this early is probably a breach of protocol, but he's not quite at his best.

*

"At least two years until I finish High School, but who knows how long? Till they kick me out, I guess." Scott thinks, "Just now. Like, a few days ago. What are the X-men?" He goes a bit quiet once the topic of his powers come to be. "Alex," he says. "I killed some people when my powers came out…"

*

Alex hesitates a moment, then nods his head slowly, "I killed some people, too." he says, "It's not your fault: for mutants, control is always an issue, and it sounds like its especially with you. That's the burden we gotta deal with. We hurt people and we have to make things right — maybe we can't ever, but we can try. We can be men and get control and then use our power to defend and save people. Maybe we save enough people and those we killed don't count against us any. But probably we're not that lucky. We still try, though, little brother. We still try." That said, he takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly, "A team. We — save people. Mutants, mostly. Mutants being attacked, harassed. We find them, bring them here. We fight as the last resort but if it comes to it, we do fight. We stand up for our people— mutantkind— and to keep this place safe for us. Especially for the kids."

*

"That sounds pretty cool to me. I think I'd like to help any way I can, really," Scott replies quietly. "Did you go to school here when you were my age? Any advice?"

*

"I came into power late— except for a couple isolated… incidents." That darkens his voice before he continues, "So the Professor found me as a freshman at college." So Alex shakes his head, "But I went studied the mutant things with the other kids, and I'm a teacher now, and I'd like to think a young and cool one my students like." The grin can almost be heard on his voice, "My advice? Trust them. This… has been the only family I've known — my adopted parents kicked me out when they found out I was a mutant. Here… trust them. Remember first its okay, we've all been through something similar, and we got your back. And you should be first to stand up and have their back, in the proud Summers tradition." A squeeze of Scott's shoulder.

*

"There girls here? Good looking ones, I mean," Scott says, getting to the point. "Without those glasses, I've only been able to hear their voices."

*

Alex blinks a moment, and can't help it, he laughs and hugs Scott again, "There's all kinds of fine ladies here, Scotty. The Professor is constantly recruiting and more will come… and in a year when you turn 18, you and me will hit the town and I'll show you all the absolute best bars and clubs in New York are to be found. For variety. You know, Andrea has a younger sister: she's a year younger then you, but pretty cute." Pause, "Andrea's the girlfriend of the moment."

*

"Dude, think about that for a second. It works out for you and this Andrea. It works out for me and the younger sister. Next thing you know the Summers family tree turns into the Summers family bush. No way, man."

*

"Frankly, the Summers Family stick is all it is at the moment, I really don't think we can do much to ruin its image." Black humor, but he seems to take humor in it otherwise. Alex gives a shrug and finally releases his kid brother, "But, fine. Andrea's best friend Nicolette is also pretty cute, though she's older then you. That's okay, Summers men never have difficulty about things like that. Hey, god, I have years of lady advice to make up for giving here."

*

"Dude, I'm all about older women, we're totally going to slay em," Scott says as he gives a lopsided grin. "Well, that's as soon as I get whatever glasses they're going to give me. The Professor is pretty positive he knows a way to fix this. At least so I can see."

*

"Older women *do* have an array of *skills* that younger women lack, its true. You show wisdom, little brother." Alex nods with enthusiasm, which… isn't useful when Scott is presently sorta blind, so he adds: "We have a lot of experience with this sort of thing. Our Tech Team is top-notch. Me, when I fire off my power, it goes in every random direction and takes out friend *and* foe and the building I'm in. Not useful. So they worked up my suit, now I shoot straight and blow up only what I want to explode. Trust me, man. We've got you on this."

*

"That'll be a relief," Scott replies and almost audibly acknowledges a relaxation flowing from him. "You feeling hungry? I could use a bite while I wait to talk to the Professor next."

*

"I'll make you something." Alex cooks? What? That's new. But he takes Scott by the elbow to lead him, and gives a quick nod, "And I do not often share my skills in that arena around here, or the ghouls will demand it all the time. So come on, I'll take you there."

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