Any time is a good time for Scott Summers. Therefore, as a side-project that's more for my own personal amusement than anything else, I will be playing with Scott.
Each piece will be lyrically inspired. This is the result of my having discovered the set2music community, and thinking it a damn good idea. That, and a drabble exchange between the Countess and myself that grew to epic proportions, and sealed our Scott love forever.
A few warnings, notes, and the like for the curious or otherwise morbidly inclined.
This whole collection is both Jott and Scogue friendly. I hate to be crass, but seriously – don't like, don't read. Expect to see both ships as well as good ole' genfic putting in appearances over the course of this mess.
There is no timeline, no specific genre, just a collection of bits and pieces from various places in the life of the X-Men Evolution incarnation of Scott Summers. Get set for laughter, tears, and the whole damn thing.
(Translation? Welcome to a dumping ground for everything and anything Scott-related. Enjoy your stay)
Submitted for your approval, ladies and gentlemen: "A Better Son".
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A man grows older, but his soul remains alive.
Time is a funny thing. You can't grasp it, see it, or change it, but you can feel it like none other sometimes.
Scott Summers is feeling time today.
He supposes it's showing too – he's thirty years old now, a veritable lifetime away from the kid who showed up on Xavier's doorstep with his eyes closed and crying. There are lines on his forehead that he doesn't recognize, and a shadow cast over his face that he can only attribute to the chip on his shoulder that never really went away.
Fifteen straight years of world-saving heroics have taken their toll on him.
He feels tired. He feels sore. He feels old.
There's a knock at the door, and he turns only to see a suited-up Jean.
"Ready to go?" She asks, and he answers her with a nod and a grin that on anyone else might be thought of as feral. It's the smile of a hardened warrior. It seems to suit him.
"Always."
It's not a weary and aching thirty year old that walks out the door. It's an eighteen year old hero ready to take on the world.
