X-Men: The Case of the Missing Messiah
Summary
2015 - the X-Men have disbanded and assimilated.
Scott Summers, in his mid-sixties refuses to retire and works as a junior high math teach in Newark. He gets a kick out of the students when they get a concept.
He lives in an ongoing relationship that seems to be going nowhere fast. He spends time with his three children from three separate mothers. And just like the past, he seems to be holding too hard onto them.
An old friend appears with a proposition from a mysterious stranger.
This stranger has a problem that will force Mr. Summer's to confront many old ghosts and old doors he thought were burned and buried. Sacrifices are being asked, but is the price too high…
Author's note:
I do not own rights to the following characters.
Some liberties where taken with histories of characters for dramatic effect at the author's discretion.
None of the religious terms, such as "messiah," are used to depict a specific religion or tenant.
All events are fictional.
None of the events in this story relate to my previous story.
Chapter 1 – Living In an Alternate World, But No One Told the World
Do you ever get the feeling that the world is not right?
The world is not right.
Do you ever open your eyes to the day and realize that you day is not right.
This year is wrong.
The last couple of years are wrong.
The world made a detour and it did not consult me.
The Twin Towers -
The Bush/Gore election -
How did we get here?
Alternate realities where I wish I would of stayed on the main road.
I look out the window to our condo and look at this futuristic monument being welded in the Twin Towers' stead. And I stare as if I never saw the sky before. This world does not make sense to me any more.
Some people call me Mr. Summers, friends call me Scott, but no one under the sun calls me Scotty. Not unless they want to lose something.
Scratch that.
Jean and Madelyne, actually they both called me Scotty now that I think about it. In the privacy of our home mind you, but I had pet names for them too. But that is another story. Emma, we never had pet names, she was formal until the end.
I am going to be sixty-seven in November if you can believe it. It is August now. Hot times in the city.
I am going to late to work if I let this view distract me.
I look in the mirror. My tie is too long. I have to start from scratch.
I can smell the coffee.
I hear noises in the kitchen and then a scrambling for a briefcases and coffee to go.
"I left some toast and eggs for you. You need to eat a breakfast," I say.
"I got to go," the voice replies.
Long pause.
"Love you," is all I can say.
Turning around is a sixty-two year-old Warren Worthington III. He still looks amazing. Paul Newman amazing.
My words hang in the air. Does he dare touch it?
"I have to go," in a faint whisper. Slam.
Now before you all gang up on him, you should know he asked me to marry him a week ago and I still have not given him an answer.
I do not have an answer.
Why cannot we just have what we have?
He's never been married before, I have.
Warren and I….yes…why is that so difficult to believe?
Now that is a story worth telling, but maybe a little later.