Disclaimer- X-men Evolulation is not mine :) though i do love Scott a lot!
This is my first X-men Evo fic but I really wanted to do a Havok and Scott Brotherly one because it is quite neglected, I find. This was a little idea i had been tempted to do for a while so enjoy. This isn't Slash though if you are trying you could...twist it in your mind if you really want to,lol though its not intended to come off so.
Summary (Extended): Its been a month since the escape from Magneto and Scott had just been getting used to having his brother back when he left. Now that a month has past he realizes that they both are from different lifestyles. They both aren't those little boys who fought over toy trucks or who climbed the tree first though their maturity may not be too much higher. However when the professor tells Scott he needs him to go back to the Summers' House and find some military documents his father had been handling about mutants and their part in the army, Scott brings Alex to see the house that has long been neglected. Ten years of dust and forgotten photos.
Professor X's Mansion was nothing short of special. For the many years that Scott Summers had been here he never thought of it as anything less on any average day. It was constantly buzzing with people who he now considered the new family but they weren't the family he had lost more like an extended chain of cousins possibly, siblings, and a kind uncle who had taken him in. The family he had begun to earn back wasn't here. A month after the incident that led to him finding Alex and he was miserable when he should have been overjoyed. However everybody could tell from their fearless leader's more unusual lack of interest in the daily happenings that something was bothering him.
The days went by slowly and the students knew to give him the peace he wanted and wished for. Logan had even obliged. There had been no doubt at first that the professor had told them that Scott needed the space. Finding a long lost brother was something that required a little space after all. It had been a big surprise and something of a big disappointment. It was three weeks and five days since his brother had been flown back to Hawaii and the ache that hadn't been around in a while was back once again with something of a vengeance. Scott couldn't keep himself from pacing around a room for more than a minute or two.
Was he not suppose to be happy, god-damn it! Mr. Boy-scout who had forgotten the rule of stranger danger when Magneto had first shown up, fearless leader who evidently had more fears than he could count on his fingers. Mr Anti-social had been the only title he had earned keep on in the last few months.
At the moment there was nothing Scott wanted to do but just remain sitting in his car. The red paint glittering in the light. He wondered if they had gotten it red for a reason. If the professor had picked it out just so Scott would honestly know the color or maybe it was blue but usually blues seemed a different shade or what he thought was blue, or was it green? That Summers temper flared inside of him and his foot hit against the petal but the car didn't move but even the keys that he had managed to stick in the hole jingled. If only he had turned this thing on he would have been flying straight through the gates of the school...
'Scott, dinner is ready.' The natural calm tone of the professor lurched Scott out of his current of thoughts enough to respond with a simple 'ok, professor'.
Yet the hands clutched around the steering wheel never shifted and the white knuckles made Scott growl deep inside. He was sick of seeing red all the time and for the first time in a month he had seen the true colors of everything. He had seen a mass of metal, a silver and the bluish, black of the blackbird and the color of Jean's hair. Sure it was for all the wrong reasons and it was morally incorrect but it had felt so good to know things that usual someone had to tell him.
Minutes dwelled past and he knew that the professor had already taken up the idea that Scott would not be eating with the group again. It was one of those days that Scott Summers felt like the world had some unordinary grudge against him. Like all the crimes of a past life were burdened on this life. It would pass, Scott always grudgingly admitted. Everybody had a day they wanted to be different, yet even this was wrong, he didn't want to different he wanted some things to be different. He wanted the changes that weren't suppose to have occurred, gone.
"Slim." He knew the voice without even looking back, the heavy footsteps and the rattle of keys in a pocket. His eyes were closed and he felt the all too familiar headache of his powers booming around him that the nickname was almost hidden beneath them.
"Going to hide here all day." It wasn't a question, it was the truth. Logan knew he would.
"Don't see the problem with that." A sly under tone of bitterness kept in his voice and Scott almost cringed due to his own behaviour. He knew he must have been unbearable at that moment.
"Look here, Bub, you got us all worried."
"Sorry."
A sigh just made it past his headache and Scott's hands finally unclenched the steering wheel," Its tough to see him leave." He said finally, hands in his lap as he rolled them over," We finally find each other and he has a whole different life, just without me." He has a family to replace the one he probably barely remembers. He was only young he doesn't remember the flights or the times we shared. The stupid things we did. All these years he never needed a brother and now that I'm here for him, I'm not needed.
Logan never needed details, what he had given him was enough and he could see by the look on the x-man's face that he wasn't sure how to comfort that or whether or not a 'suck it up' would be adequate enough.
"You should come eat. Jeanie and them would like to see you there." Scott's eyes shifted back towards Wolverine, the uncertainty masked by his glasses but the discomfort was a stench to Logan. It oozed off Summers like all that bad cologne that Kurt wore.
"Supp'se." The mutter came back and Logan smirked, Scott couldn't refuse the mention of the team. He was the leader.
Around the table, Scott faintly smiled. Alex did have his life but somewhere between the runaway childhood and his troubles, he had gotten one too. One full of…messy eaters. He watched as a Multiple managed to grab the last three pieces of bread, and how iceman managed to freeze one just in time before it was eaten but not before a spark hit the bread and he watched a blackened piece chunk fall against the table. Coughing slightly to get attention," No powers at the table." A silence fell and without missing a second after a minute he heard Kurt shout and Kitty phase through the table and steal his fresh glass of soda.
"So much for that." He muttered to Jean who was chuckling behind her hand at Scott's attempt at peace. Three weeks, five days and Scott was recovering finally. The whole table seemed to beam with the presence of the once missing Scott but he was back.
'X-men' That was never a good sign.
'Scott, could I see you in my study." The leader rose, eyes on him and with a shrug he walked out, not so much of a bite passing his lips.
He slowed his pace through the hallways knowing that if he was getting a lecture of his emotional status he didn't want to rush but as he entered he doubted it, the presence of Logan and Storm made him bite his lip, trouble was a resounding word in the mansion.
"We thought you should be the first one to know." Storm started, Her kind voice always good to hear whenever Prof. X was about to say anything about a mission.
"You won't like this Scott, but when we found you and took you in, the house that your family lived in, well you inherited it by your parent's will or rather you and Alex but your father left something inside your house. A treaty of some sort we have come to figure, some papers about mutant activity in the military. We have left it the same, no one has been in it in years and, Scott we need you to go get those papers for us. We aren't sure where your father could of left them but would you mind going to find them?"
"No problem, Professor X. Should be easy, just a few documents, right?"
"Right, Scott, I understand this could be a probl-"
"Don't worry about, we'll take the x-jet and we'll be back by tonight."
Ten years of dirt and dust.
Ten years of neglect.
The house that had been left behind with the photographs, the phone numbers, the dishware and cars, the shirts and the trousers. The toys and the books. The life and the stories, the backyard, the oak tree he had broken his arm falling out of while making sure to keep Alex from falling. The two forgotten parachutes in the garage.
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So finally a story I will be continuing lol. I have a bad track record with some other stories but I do love Scott Summers xD. So I would say R and R but I don't mind.
Night folks.