1963-12-04 - Alien Whisperers
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Scott is yawning.

It's not because he's bored. On the contrary, this may be the coolest thing ever in the entirety of his short life. For one year, ever since he found out about the existence of the X-men, he'd longed to be part of them. He'd prepared his mind and prepared his body to the best of his ability. He had stayed quiet and minded his p's and q's. He'd attempted to be a good soldier despite often feeling, often, that some of the decisions made might be made better. By him.

But he'd been the good soldier and now he is making an odd face, like a forced smile with his teeth clenched.

He is trying to pop his ears because he is several miles up, in the Blackbird, sitting shot gun to Katherine Pryde as they are on their way to Idaho.

There's a manila envelope that sits between them on the console. They hurried out of the door, or the hangar as it were. They knew their destination, but not their mission yet.

Scott tries to be patient as he swallows hard, trying to pop his ears.

"Is there a trick to it?"

He'd flown before. Often. Not since the accident, but he'd flown before. He never seemed to have a problem back then.

*

There's a strange easiness in the familiarity of sitting at the helm. Hands on the steering wheel, Kitty has entered the nearest thing to her happy place in weeks. Of course, life on the ground had proven more complicated than she'd anticipated, and somehow flying gave a kind of simplicity she couldn't quite explain; even if it did beg her to recall skills she didn't often exercise. Not anymore, anyways.

A flicker of a smile pulls at the edges of her lips while her eyebrows quirk comically upwards. "No trick, Sparky," she suggests as she flicks a few buttons — presumably important — and shifts in her seat. "Some people say gum helps," she issues him an unconvinced one-shouldered shrug. "Other people say yawning, chewing, swallowing," her lips twist to the side indecisively. "OH! Annnnd if all of that fails, my dad swears by covering your ears and barking like a dog — " the twinkle of mischief in her eyes is unmistakable.

*

"Well of course he did," Scott says, his golden and crimson visor swinging towards her as he lolls his neck. "He named you after a cat." Pause. "Weird guy, that dad of yours."

While Kitty is comfortable, Cyclops is anxious. He takes the envelope in his hands. Legal sized. Light. He runs his finger along the edge noting that the envelope is new. Sharp. Does that mean they use a lot of these? Does that mean they don't? It smells like a fortune cookie.

"So who opens it? Do I open it? You wanna open it? Not sure what the etiquette is."

*

"He, and my mother," Kitty looks pointedly towards Scott, "named me Katherine. The fact that I wanted to be called Kitty is my own thing." Obviously. Geez, Scott. So much for good impressions. Kitty squints at the questions and her head shakes. "Sparky, just open the gosh darned thing. It really doesn't matter who opens it as long as you don't utterly destroy it before we can read whatever it says…"

Pffft. Rookies.

*

"Yes, your father and your mother," Scott says, growing a bit of a grin as he seemingly got under her skin. It was easy. "I think I'll open this gosh darned thing." He pauses, exhales. "You'll have to pardon me. Been waiting for this moment for about a year. This is when it all gets real, see."

"You're lucky it wasn't me who came up with the nickname," Scott says idly as he tears open the envelope. He pulls out a single sheet and inspects it. Not reading it to Kitty at all, which is probably by design.

*

Kitty can already tell this is going to be a frustrating mission. Which is probably why she starts muttering to herself in broken Russian (that she's still learning) so Scott can't understand. Living with the Russian certainly has its perks.

"Look Sparky, read it out or pass it over. And, for the record, I'm not entirely sure you want my eyes turning away from the windshield."

*

"I got it, Sparky. It's good. It's very clever. It hints at both my youth and my powerset. It'd be like calling you Wraith or calling Logan chops. It's very clever." Scott takes another breath and looks out the window, noticing the large lines of dead fields that dot fly over country below them. Content on not reading much of anything.

But eventually he relents.

Who this is written by, he isn't 100 percent sure.

"We're headed to Nampa, Idaho to meet with Mrs. Harriet Johnson. Her son, Walter, has a gift. Apparently he can sense aliens."

*

"Actually — " Kitty starts and then thinks better of it. She lets that stand. It's better than the actual reason she went for Sparky. She grins easily and checks the map to pinpoint the exact location where she has to land the Blackbird. "Well, someone who can sense aliens is probably useful," she shoots Scott a side-smirk.

"Definitely saw one not long ago. I'm pretty sure it ended up on Pete's shirt." Her lips purse a bit irritably at that.

*

"Did he try to eat it?" Cyclops asks, raising his eyebrow and looking over to Kitty. Without an answer, Cyclops leans back in the chair. He's barred from flying so early on in his time with the X-men, despite being pretty sure he could do a fine job. Instead he leans back and, presumably, closes his eyes.

Within six hours they are in Nampa, dressed in their normal clothes, with the Blackbird hidden, and at the door of the people in question.

"I knock and you talk," Cyclops says with a grin.

*

Kitty casts Scott a scowl. "You're a troll," as if he needed to hear that; it probably just encourages him. Good job, Kitty Pryde. "You want to have partners, I suggest you be nicer to them, Sparky. If none of us want to work with you," fleetingly she shrugs. It's an empty threat. But it's still at threat.

Of course, the attitude and tone with which she makes the threat is not very threatening. Welcome to Kitty Pryde's non-threat. Never effective.

Kitty arches an eyebrow at Cyclops when they reach the doorstop. "Well, at least we look the part…" she manages a lopsided grin as her hands clasp lightly behind her back.

*

Mrs. Johnson, or at least that's who one would assume she is, opens the door. She's wearing a standard blue dress with small white dots, an apron as it is approaching the dinner hour, and her makeup is still perfect, as is her hair. "Why hello. Can I help you?"

*

"Hello," Kitty manages an easy smile. It's practiced. It grows considerably as she begins introductions, "I'm Katherine Pryde, and this is my friend Scott Summers." She shoots the woman a long gaze, "We're from a special school in Westchester and are interested in discussing the potential of having Walter join us, even if on a short-term basis."

*

"Oh my god," the woman says, lifting a reddened hand to her mouth. "Who are you? How do you know about Walter?" She takes a step back.

"We're mutants, ma'am. We're mutants like he is," Scott says with a tilt of his head and a shrug of his shoulders, as if to say that he too knows this is crazy. "We were a lot like your son when the school came for us."

*

Kitty has partially disconnected.

*

Kitty lifts a hand in apology. "Our school is designed to help people like us hone our powers and learn to control them." She manages another flicker of a smile. "Could we… come in and chat a bit? If it's not too much trouble, I mean.."

*

"…Please," Mrs. Johnson replies as she leaves the door open for them in what would otherwise be considered kind of rude. The woman deserves some slack, however. She is clearly emotional.

She shows the pair to a couch and offers to grab them something to drink. Coffee, water, milk, and coke are all offered as she disappears into the kitchen.

It smells as if a roast is cooking and everything here is perfect and idyllic.

*

While Kitty sits on the couch for a moment, she doesn't stay there long. The retreating Mrs. Johnson earns a quiet request for water before disappearing. Kitty strolls about the room to peek at the pictures on the wall. "My parents didn't do well with this chat," she observes as her nose wrinkles.

*

"Mine never had it," Scott says quietly and a bit sadly. "I suppose we just be as honest as possible. That's what we would want if we were in her situation, right?"

A few minutes later, Mrs. Johnson returns with a pair of glasses of water. "It started when he was pretty young. 10 years old. He kept talking about seeing aliens. We…my husband was alive back then…just thought he had some issues. We took him to the doctor, but they said he checked out."

*

"Sorry," Kitty offers back towards Scott. "If it's any consolation, my parents are waiting for this mutant phase to end." She shoots him a lopsided smirk, "That and the whole dating a Russian mutant phase. Clearly all the phases and phasing need to end."

When Mrs. Johnson returns, Kitty also shifts back to the couch. She murmurs a word of thanks for the water and then studies the woman. "Right," she offers quietly. "Well, we believe that Walter is like us — that he can see extraordinary things because Walter is evolved to do so. Mutation is simply the next phase in human evolution."

*

"You know what they say about Russians," Scott says, tilting his head towards her. "I'm just kidding, I have no idea what they say about Russians."

"Well, that sounds nice," Mrs. Johnson says, as she looks up the stairs, idly, worrying that Walter will come down the stairs. And, worrying that he won't. "How do you know when you're a mutant?"

*

"Well, you can do something exceptional and your genes are rather advanced," Kitty offers in return. "A lot of the time when mutations emerge it can cause… distress or troubles. I had constant migraines. And… I woke up several floors down as if I'd fallen a long way out of bed.."

*

"Mom, who's this?" Walter says as he comes down the stairs. His eyes are dark, as is his hair and his features, all except for his skin, which is white as snow.

"Walter, honey, this is Katherine and Scott. They've come to meet with you. They're mutants…like you."

*

"Hello Walter," Kitty slides off the couch and strides takes a single step towards the stairs. "We're from a school for people like us, and we'd like to chat with you and see if we can help you learn more about yourself, what you do, and how you do it." She shoots him an easy grin.

*

Scott sits motionless, looking up at the young man behind his emotionless glasses. Something doesn't sit right with him about the kid. He's probably being overly nervous.

"Mutants? Sounds, cool, mom. Did you tell them about the alien?"

Mrs. Johnson sits back in her chair as if the thought itself causes her great agony.

*

Kitty's gaze shifts from Walter to Mrs. Johnson to Scott again. She, however, manages to keep her smile present. "Tell me," her throat clears, "about this alien. Someone close to you?"

*

"I caught one," Walter says with a shrug of his shoulders, his eyes burning with a bit of intensity that works against his nonchalant attitude.

"You /caught/ an alien?" Scott asks with a raised eyebrow. Clearly he doesn't believe.

*

Once more Kitty's gaze lands squarely on Walter. She swallows hard again. Something isn't sitting right. While her own parents had been agitated at this conversation, they didn't seem as odd as Mrs. Johnson. But, Kitty makes lemonade from lemons, and tries to blaze passed it: "Well, that's amazing. Any chance you could show it to us?"

*

"I'd be happy to. I keep in a cave over in the park." Walter reaches into his closet for his coat, hat and gloves. The ball on the end of the cap almost makes him seem far younger than the 17 year old is.

Scott looks to Kitty, again emotionless.

"Oh, Walter, you know I'm sure these people don't want to see…" Mrs. Johnson says, worriedly.

*

Kitty's smile remains. "In a cave over the park?" she asks with a quirk of her eyebrow. "Well, that sounds interesting. Why a cave?" Her eyes slide towards Scott. "Is it terrible… large?" She turns her head towards Mrs. Johnson, "Have you seen it ma'am?"

*

"God, no," Mrs. Johnson says as she shakes her head. She stands and moves to the kitchen.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to," Walter replies. "I'm not going to keep it here, that much is for sure. "It's not terrible or large. It's just an alien."

*

Kitty sucks on the inside of her cheek, "Fair enough. Alright…" her lips purse again and she manages another nod, "we would love to see your alien." But even after Kitty says the words, she shoots Scott a pointed look, a silent warning to be on his guard.

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