Ok so originally this was going to be just a separate Summers brothers story, but I liked the idea of making it a sequel to Vegas even though Remy's not majorly featured in it. This story is finished all but the last chapter and a half, so don't worry about that. I'll be posting a chapter every few days just because I can. I hope y'all like it. Half of it was written AGES ago, and de end of it is written with me, or with K helping me write, so if the writing style changes just a little towards de ends that's why.
Enjoy, mes amies!
"So why exactly are we going to bumfucked nowhere?"
The drawled out question from Alex Summers had Spencer shaking his head as he set his bag into the storage of the plane. This was definitely not the first time that Alex had whined or made some form of complaint since the destination of their vacation had been decided. Not because he actually had a protest as to where they were going or anything like that. No, it was more for the joy of being irritating. He succeeded now, earning him a cuff to the back of the head from Scott as the man went by. "Shut up, Alex. The trip hasn't even started yet. Don't start whining already."
"Good luck with that one." Spencer grumbled under his breath. His words earned him a cuff as well that had him glaring at Scott. "Hey! What'd you hit me for?"
"Don't grumble at him, you'll only encourage him to be worse." Scott answered.
Just barely did Spencer resist the urge to sigh. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and moved away from the plane. Alex was coming towards him, carrying a bag of supplies. When they passed one another, Alex deliberately bumped him, almost sending Spencer to the ground. The young genius steadied his feet and turned to snap out "Watch where you're going!"
Alex flashed him a grin before stuffing the bag in the plane. "I was watching, pidge. I watched as I ran into you and I watched as you stumbled."
Off to the side, Scott pinched the bridge of his nose and fought back the urge to yell at the two fools. Dropping his hand, he lifted his gaze to Logan. "It's going to be your fault if I come back missing a brother or two."
It had been a combined effort between Alex, Logan, Remy, Charles, Jean, and the BAU team to get these three brothers on a vacation of some sort. Scott had been running nonstop at the mansion between work for the X-men and the sudden influx of young mutants that seemed to be coming their way. He'd been working hard to make the school more of, well, more of a school at the same time as trying to keep up his job training and leading his team.
Things at the BAU had been hectic lately for Spencer and his team, too. Case after case was wearing them all down and Spencer had been trying to take on some of that stress for his friends, helping to ease them with his empathy, which in turn was making the young genius even more exhausted than ever. So Penelope and Remy had taken it on themselves to contact the middle Summers brother and they enlisted his help in trying to get Spencer to go on a vacation away from home. The whole team was due to go on two weeks leave after they finished the case they were on and Remy had already made plans to do some work in that time and he didn't want Spencer to sit at home alone during that time. So he and Penelope had built this plan to get Spencer to take a break. Hence, calling Alex.
In turn, Alex had contacted Logan and so had started the plan. Remy, Alex and Penelope arranged things secretly on Spencer's end while Logan got Jean and Charles to help him arrange things on Scott's end and then they'd sprung it all on the two brothers. Everything was all set and ready to go and, though there were some token protests, everyone had been able to see that this was needed. Drastically needed. So the trio was heading out far away from civilization—Logan had been the one to choose the location—and they were going to spend a week with just one another. No work, no stress, no drama. Well, no drama but for the usual Summers family drama. Then they'd come back and Remy was going to meet them here at the mansion where they'd spend the last week of Spencer's vacation here, amongst friends they didn't often get to see.
"You guys are gonna be fine." Logan rumbled at him. He reached out, putting a hand on the back of Scott's neck. "You'll fight, you'll bitch, you'll bond and you'll come home more relaxed. Ya need the break, Slim. You know it. And spending time with them, even if ya fight, always relaxes ya."
Scott rolled his eyes behind his glasses though he knew the gesture wouldn't be able to be seen. "Still, Logan. Your cabin in Canada seems nice and all, but from what I hear it's far from civilization. The three of us enjoy one another's company, but stick us out there with nothing to do and someone's bound to end up injured."
"Someone always ends up injured anyways." A sharp grin flashed on Logan's face. "Think of it as a team bonding exercise."
Scott couldn't resist rolling his eyes again. "Go to hell." The words were said with just a hint of humor that took any sting out of them. All kidding aside, he was honestly looking forward to this trip so long as they could keep the fighting under control. He knew he needed this, Alex was grinning over it all like a child excited for Christmas, and one look at Spencer's stress lined face had convinced him their youngest needed this. Though Spencer grumbled that he'd much rather be at home with his husband, there was no denying the way he kept smiling at them.
All their bags were packed in the plane, supplies stowed away so they wouldn't have to worry about running to any stores or anything, and the trio was finally ready to go. It took a bit to pry Scott away from Logan, and to pry Spencer away from Remy. Those two were wrapped around one another like they weren't ever going to see each other again. Despite all the teasing the brothers liked to do, no one said anything about it as Remy and Spencer kissed one last time before they parted. Whatever words Remy whispered were low and meant for Spencer alone, and they made him blush.
There were goodbyes all around from those that had come to see them off and then they were in Scott's personal plane, strapping themselves in and preparing the plane to go. Scott took pilot seat while Alex was copilot. Behind them, Spencer settled into his seat. When they finally took off and were in the air, the two pilots focused on flight while the youngest curled up in his seat and decided to nap away the trip, each man blissfully unaware of what was waiting for them.
It was the tingling in his veins that woke Spencer from his sleep. The familiar crackling was running through him, tracing down his veins and through every inch of him, better than any drug he'd ever come across. Half asleep, he almost reached out for it. Almost tried to draw it down into himself. He ached to take that electricity out of the air and let it fill him from head to toe until he was the electricity and it was him. A sudden slap to the face jerked him out of those thoughts and brought him abruptly back to reality. His eyes snapped open and he had to blink a few times to clear his vision. When he did, he saw Alex turned in his seat, stretched to face him. It didn't take a genius to realize that Alex had been the one to slap him.
"Snap out of it!" Alex swore at him. He was watching Spencer's face and he could see the sparks in those electric eyes dancing. "You call that shit to you and you'll fry us!"
Spencer took a deep breath and nodded, not even bothering to deny it. He forced his shields up as tight as he could and looked out the plane's windows at the storm raging outside. "How'd we get stuck in this?" He managed to ask. The storm outside the plane looked pretty nasty. Lightning arced through the air—Spencer had to tighten his shields more to keep himself from moaning in longing over the sheer power of those strikes—and the clouds had become dark and thick.
A muttered curse from Scott came before the man answered him. "The hell if I know. One minute it was clear and the next the clouds were building. I tried to adjust our course but there was no getting around it. It didn't look this bad from the outside!"
A loud crash cut them off and a boom of thunder rumbled before there was yet another crash, this time at the back of the plane. There was barely time to register it before Spencer was flung sideways in his seat and the plane started to swirl. His head slammed into the side wall, almost but not quite knocking him out. He heard shouts from Alex and Scott, curses echoing around them and they were spinning, spinning, and Spencer had just the vague thought that In all the ways I thought I'd die, a plane crash was never one of them and then Remy is going to be so pissed before his head connected once more with the wall and everything around him went black.