Honor Them
Disclaimer - I don't own the X-Men or X-Men Evolution or any other iterations
Chapter 1: Car Ride
Logan dialed the number quickly. "Is the bird ready like I asked? . . . We'll be there in 30 minutes." He hung up the phone on the kitchen wall and walked over to the young boy's chair and said "Slim, you're with me."
Scott replied curtly, "For what? Where?" Logan leaned in close and whispered, "I'm not asking, I'm telling ya - get ready to go." Logan grabbed the keys to Scott's new car from the counter then disappeared into the hallway leading to the garage.
The sixteen-year-old boy got up very slowly from the table where Ororo and Jean were sitting with him. His face was still red - flushed with anger and embarrassment over what spewed forth out of his mouth moments ago that prompted Logan's phone call. The young boy acted like he was searching for something - trying to delay and looking for an escape route, but he wasn't fooling anybody. There was no way for Scott to avoid this sudden trip with Logan after what just happened.
Logan returned from the hallway with a quick stride and dragged Scott out to the garage without breaking his pace. Logan opened the driver's seat, pushed Scott in and dropped the keys in the boy's lap. "You drive, ya need the practice.."
Scott started the car as Logan strapped in. "Where are we going?" Scott asked with more attitude then was wise. Logan looked off in the distance "To settle this once and for all. . . At the end of the driveway, turn left."
The instructions that followed for the rest of the trip were short phrases; no other conversation took place. Scott didn't have to be a telepath to know this was not a good time to grill Logan for details.
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Jean watched the car pull out of the driveway. She knew there were going to be severe fireworks between Scott and Logan soon. In two days it would be eight years ago that Scott lost his family in the terrible plane crash. Eight years - the same length of time Scott had been alive at the time of the accident.
Jean and Scott had been studying to prepare for their pilot licenses as part of their training to become X-men. Recently Scott had become withdrawn, which was expected by the other residents of the Xavier Institute as the grim anniversary neared.
This time was different; much worse then Jean could remember. Scott just wasn't quiet; he had become surly, angry - a virtual time bomb to anyone who crossed him in the slightest way.
At first Scott was enthusiastic about the flight lessons, eager to live up to his father's reputation as an excellent pilot. But something triggered a dark mood in the young boy that grew quickly out of control.
Jean had just tried to talk with Scott about his feelings regarding the anniversary but he told her in rather colorful terms to mind her own business. She had seen her friend get angry before and use coarse language, but there was a deep quality to this outburst that frightened her. She didn't sense any desire in him to apologize when he left with Logan.
What struck her as odd was Logan seemed prepared for the incident. Jean didn't mean to pick up on Logan's thoughts but the emotions in the room ran high overpowering her normal shields and she knew her instructor had prepared this trip they were going on some time ago. He had hoped this trip might not be necessary, but she had picked up "no time like the present" and "it was best it took this long" on his way out the garage.
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Pointing left, Logan said "Pull in here." It was a small airport and a plane appeared to be prepped by the runway. 'Jackson's Jumpers' was hand painted on the side of the trailer. Logan led the way into the trailer.
A young man a little older then Scott greeted them with blank stare, then a smile. His shirt stated his name was James. "Mister Logan, we're ready if you and your guest would please fill out these release forms." Scott looked over the form - it was a standard waiver stating he would not sue Jackson Jumpers if injured or killed while parachuting. "What the. . . . " Scott started to object.
"Sign it. Now." was Logan's reply. The elder mutant then asked James, "Where is your father?" The young man replied, "He's already at the pickup site. I gotta warn ya, he's pretty hot under the collar. But we're all set to go now, if you like." After a short hesitation and a meaningful look at Scott, James asked softly, "Are you sure you're ready?"
Logan grunted, "It's as good a time as any other." He grabbed Scott by the arm and said "Give me the keys and help me get the gear out of the car." Scott dug his feet in looking Logan straight on, "Are we jumping or flying? What did I just sign my life away for?"
Logan lifted Scott off the floor by his collar and carried him outside to the car. Logan dropped him, opened the trunk and lifted a large footlocker out of the car's trunk. "The answers to that and some other questions are coming very soon," was Logan's reply. Logan held the footlocker on the trunk ledge waiting for Scott to take his end.
The young boy stood still, deep in thought. Since leaving the kitchen, Logan had used a tone in his voice Scott knew all to well. There were times when the instructor allowed questions from his two charges - what is the point to this, how much longer, is this really necessary. Other times Logan would stay tight-lipped, waiting for his students come to their own conclusions - right or wrong. This continued to be one of those stonewall moods.
Scott grabbed the handle facing him, slammed down the trunk giving his shocks a good workout and followed his instructor into the plane. Logan pointed to a seat and ordered, "Strap in." The plane engines roared to life as Logan strapped the footlocker to the cabin floor.
Please read and review - and send any grammar or spelling corrections
Story is two chapters and one set of author notes.
Disclaimer - I don't own the X-Men or X-Men Evolution or any other iterations
Chapter 1: Car Ride
Logan dialed the number quickly. "Is the bird ready like I asked? . . . We'll be there in 30 minutes." He hung up the phone on the kitchen wall and walked over to the young boy's chair and said "Slim, you're with me."
Scott replied curtly, "For what? Where?" Logan leaned in close and whispered, "I'm not asking, I'm telling ya - get ready to go." Logan grabbed the keys to Scott's new car from the counter then disappeared into the hallway leading to the garage.
The sixteen-year-old boy got up very slowly from the table where Ororo and Jean were sitting with him. His face was still red - flushed with anger and embarrassment over what spewed forth out of his mouth moments ago that prompted Logan's phone call. The young boy acted like he was searching for something - trying to delay and looking for an escape route, but he wasn't fooling anybody. There was no way for Scott to avoid this sudden trip with Logan after what just happened.
Logan returned from the hallway with a quick stride and dragged Scott out to the garage without breaking his pace. Logan opened the driver's seat, pushed Scott in and dropped the keys in the boy's lap. "You drive, ya need the practice.."
Scott started the car as Logan strapped in. "Where are we going?" Scott asked with more attitude then was wise. Logan looked off in the distance "To settle this once and for all. . . At the end of the driveway, turn left."
The instructions that followed for the rest of the trip were short phrases; no other conversation took place. Scott didn't have to be a telepath to know this was not a good time to grill Logan for details.
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Jean watched the car pull out of the driveway. She knew there were going to be severe fireworks between Scott and Logan soon. In two days it would be eight years ago that Scott lost his family in the terrible plane crash. Eight years - the same length of time Scott had been alive at the time of the accident.
Jean and Scott had been studying to prepare for their pilot licenses as part of their training to become X-men. Recently Scott had become withdrawn, which was expected by the other residents of the Xavier Institute as the grim anniversary neared.
This time was different; much worse then Jean could remember. Scott just wasn't quiet; he had become surly, angry - a virtual time bomb to anyone who crossed him in the slightest way.
At first Scott was enthusiastic about the flight lessons, eager to live up to his father's reputation as an excellent pilot. But something triggered a dark mood in the young boy that grew quickly out of control.
Jean had just tried to talk with Scott about his feelings regarding the anniversary but he told her in rather colorful terms to mind her own business. She had seen her friend get angry before and use coarse language, but there was a deep quality to this outburst that frightened her. She didn't sense any desire in him to apologize when he left with Logan.
What struck her as odd was Logan seemed prepared for the incident. Jean didn't mean to pick up on Logan's thoughts but the emotions in the room ran high overpowering her normal shields and she knew her instructor had prepared this trip they were going on some time ago. He had hoped this trip might not be necessary, but she had picked up "no time like the present" and "it was best it took this long" on his way out the garage.
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Pointing left, Logan said "Pull in here." It was a small airport and a plane appeared to be prepped by the runway. 'Jackson's Jumpers' was hand painted on the side of the trailer. Logan led the way into the trailer.
A young man a little older then Scott greeted them with blank stare, then a smile. His shirt stated his name was James. "Mister Logan, we're ready if you and your guest would please fill out these release forms." Scott looked over the form - it was a standard waiver stating he would not sue Jackson Jumpers if injured or killed while parachuting. "What the. . . . " Scott started to object.
"Sign it. Now." was Logan's reply. The elder mutant then asked James, "Where is your father?" The young man replied, "He's already at the pickup site. I gotta warn ya, he's pretty hot under the collar. But we're all set to go now, if you like." After a short hesitation and a meaningful look at Scott, James asked softly, "Are you sure you're ready?"
Logan grunted, "It's as good a time as any other." He grabbed Scott by the arm and said "Give me the keys and help me get the gear out of the car." Scott dug his feet in looking Logan straight on, "Are we jumping or flying? What did I just sign my life away for?"
Logan lifted Scott off the floor by his collar and carried him outside to the car. Logan dropped him, opened the trunk and lifted a large footlocker out of the car's trunk. "The answers to that and some other questions are coming very soon," was Logan's reply. Logan held the footlocker on the trunk ledge waiting for Scott to take his end.
The young boy stood still, deep in thought. Since leaving the kitchen, Logan had used a tone in his voice Scott knew all to well. There were times when the instructor allowed questions from his two charges - what is the point to this, how much longer, is this really necessary. Other times Logan would stay tight-lipped, waiting for his students come to their own conclusions - right or wrong. This continued to be one of those stonewall moods.
Scott grabbed the handle facing him, slammed down the trunk giving his shocks a good workout and followed his instructor into the plane. Logan pointed to a seat and ordered, "Strap in." The plane engines roared to life as Logan strapped the footlocker to the cabin floor.
Please read and review - and send any grammar or spelling corrections
Story is two chapters and one set of author notes.