His Father's Eyes Part 2/?
By A.D. Price
Disclaimer: Marvel Comics owns the X-Men. Marvel Comics owns the Ultimate line. Marvel owns Lee Forrester. I created Christopher. This is also my first attempt at fan-fic, so a read and review would be nice as I don't have a beta.
Archive: If you want to post this someplace that I haven't already posted it to. Let me know, I'll most likely say go ahead.
Rated: PG, I wanted to kind of start off light. Some of my other work (To be posted later, after the editing process)
The following morning Scott took Christopher to the mansion's sub-basement. Waiting there in the lab was the Professor, and Hank McCoy, also known as the Beast. Beast's new blue fur still unnerved Scott a bit, on two levels, the first was merely the inhuman appearance, the other was the fact that it wasn't done to him naturally by the top secret Weapon X project that had abducted the X-Men not long ago. They had all been pushed to their limits, emotionally, mentally, and physically, and Hank had suffered more than most, being that of all the X-Men, he looked the least human to begin with, and now he fit his code name, Beast, almost perfectly.
"Thank you for bringing Christopher down here Scott," Professor Xavier began, "We will uncover the truth and report back to you, for now though, please feel free to join your compatriots in the Danger Room"
"Do you mind if I stay here, I mean, stay with Chris?" Scott asked, adjusting his visor, "I'd kinda like to be around for him."
Beast flipped upwards and grabbed ahold of an overhead pipe with his feet, hanging directly over Scott, arms outstretched to receive the baby boy .
"Relax fearless leader, cool the maternal instincts, the little ankle biter will be fine,"
"Beast is correct," Xavier explained, "and besides you have other responsibilities to the rest of the X-men," Scott scowled, not sure what answer to give, knowing the child may be his, which meant that he would be leaving family, something he had sworn not to do. He sighed as he gave his answer,
"Yes sir," Scott said, before handing the chubby little boy off to Beast, "Are you not joining the training session today, Beast?"
"No," Xavier answered, "Beast has shown a great talent for genetic research, and has asked that he be allowed to assist me here."
Beast smoothed the long deep blue hair hanging from his head with one hand, while cradling Christopher in the other, swinging gently. Christopher smiled and laughed as Beast spoke.
"What can I say? All this and brains too."
"Sure," Scott smirked as he turned on his heel to walk to the sub terranean training hall, "I'll check back in later."
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"Ready kiddies?" Wolverine popped the unbreakable adamantium claws from the knuckles on his right hand, spitting the cigar to the ground, and shaking the long , thick black hair from his eyes. Behind him Scott entered the room solemnly.
"Can the chatter, people, let's get to work." Scott's tone was dead serious, and cold. The youngest X-Man, Iceman turned to Colossus and asked nervously.
"Does he seem a little more on edge than usual?"
"Da, I'll explain later."
A hydraulic ram shot from the wall, Colossus planted his feet and extended both organic steel arms in front of him. There was a loud clang as metal struck metal, Iceman froze the pylon as Wolverine's claws sliced effortlessly through them. Simultaneously, a pair of energy beams burst towards Marvel Girl and Storm. Marvel girl ducked, her lithe vinyl clad form spread over the cold hard floor, Storm created a ver quick thick fog, and watched as the beams diffracted through the airborn droplets of water.
"Beast taught me that," she explained matter-of-factly, "lasers are only light and can be broken down easily."
"Clever," Scott shouted as a metal arms began to spring up around the room, "Now move!" Colossus grabbed a pair of hands and began a game of mechanical 'mercy' while Storm raised her chocolate colored arms and called a gust of wind to lift her off the floor.
"Cyclops, duck!" she yelled, just as an arm swung behind him, knocking him forwards. As he fell, he accidentally tapped the control sitch for his visor, shooting a burst of crimson energy into Wolverine's shoulder, spinning him around.
"Rookie!" He yelled as he leapt towards Scott, his face seemingly turning red from rage, his claws lashing out towards the leader of the X-men, missing purposely to rend the metal arms asunder.
"Stop program!" Marvel girl yelped in a panic seeing the flash of claws headed toward Cyclops.
"No!" Cyclops growled as his fist hit the ground, before picking himself up and dusting himself off.
"What do you mean, no?" Jean asked, her hands placed firmly on her shapely hips.
"In a real fight, we can't just hit the reset button."
Take it easy there soldier-boy, don't go blamin' Jeannie 'cause you can't keep your head in the game." Scott wheeled himself around and rammed a finger into Wolverine's chest.
"What are you talking about?" Wolverine's left caught Scott across the jaw, and the adamantium laced fist, even without the claws, knocked Scott back to the floor.
"Never point," He spat, "less you really only want to be able to count to nine." Cyclops looked up at the older man, as he continued. "You went off accidentally, bub, friendly fire, what would've happened if you'd hit the kid over there?" He asked as he pointed to Iceman, who was already beginning to shrink away from the argument "Or maybe Red?" as he chucked his thumb towards Jean. Scott looked down shamefully, his long brown hair hanging over his face. "The Russkie and I can handle your optic blasts, what about the others?" Wolverine offered Scott an hand up, "Just remember to think about your other playmates." Jean stepped behind Scott and put her hand on his shoulder.
"I think we're done for the day," she said as her deep green eyes caught Scott's as he turned his head opening his mouth wide to try and lodge his haw back into place. "You're not in any condition to continue." Scott looked at everybody standing tere staring at the three of them and begrudgingly nodded.
"Right, dismissed everyone. Jean I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you," Jean's face gre very cold and angry.
"Save it," she hissed, "just be thankful Logan got to you before I did, Scott" She stormed out of the room angrily as Scott watched. Logan grinned as he followed the rest of the X-Men out the reinforced doors rotating his right shoulder in slow circles.
"Hell hath no fury…Cyclops."
After the debacle in the danger room, Scott left the mansion and headed to his hideaway, a local indoor rock climbing center. He'd been taking orphans here to teach them to rock climb, give them something to do. He pulled his gear and slid it on over his shorts. He attached the clips and tied off the ropes, then stretched his muscular arms over his head. He smiled, knowing full well that the girl behind the counter, Heather, loved to watch when he did that. He was never really interested in her, but he found her idolatry flattering.
"Need a spotter today Mr. Summers?" she asked sweetly, as she pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail, her rich hazel eyes smiling as brightly as her lips.
"Actually, yes." Scott replied, his own smile widening a bit.
"Great, I'm all yours, Mr. Summers."
"Heather,I've been coming here for six months, call me Scott,"
"Not until you agree to go out with me….Mr. Summers," she smirked, emphasizing the words 'Mister Summers,' by tapping him on the chest with a long tapered finger as she said them.
"Fair enough, but don't let my girlfriend hear you say that,"
"See, now you're breaking my heart," She said as she attached a rope to her harness, "but is she here anchoring you while you cling to a rock wall for dear life?"
"Nah," Scott chuckled, "She's into more..intellectual pursuits,"
"Ahh should have known you were into those brainy chicks,"
"Yeah, that's me," Scott said as he grabbed ahold of the handhold closest to him, "Climbing,"
"Climb on, Mr. Summers."
A few hours later, Scott's phone rang. With one hand, he gripped a handhold tightly, hanging freely. In the other he pressed the button on the phone and spoke into the microphone attached to his glasses.
"Scott, it's Hank,"
"Yeah Hank, you have news?"
"I think you should come back, now."
"what's wrong?"
"I can't explain it over the phone Scott, you have to come back to the mansion," The urgency in hank's voice worried Scott, he was getting used to Beast being almost unflappable, joking at almost any form of danger.
"I'm on my way," he said as he looked down to the woman on the ground. "Heather, bouleying."
"Bouley on," she responded as she released the slack on the rope allowing him to descend quickly. She watched as he bounced rapidly down the wall.
"Is everything okay?" she asked as his feet hit the ground looking at his worried expression.
"Just getting the results of a test."
"Hope you passed," she said, trying to goad a more concrete answer from the stoic man.
"We'll see," he said as he stripped off his gear tossed it into his locker and headed for the door. "Thanks Heather." The brunette sighed as he ran out the door.
"Oh, no, thank you."
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Scott burst through the arage entrance and sprinted for the Elevator Entrance into the sub-basements that housed the X-men's headquarters, sweat poured off his body, partially from the the exertion of rock climbing, partially from worrying about the possibility of being a father. As he ran from the elevator, he found Jean in the lab, holding Christopher tightly to her chest, her fingers gently caressing the back of his head. Professor X wheeled into the room, followed closely by Hank.
"Scott," Jean started to say, before turning to face Xavier, it was then he noticed that she'd been crying.
"He is your boy, Scott," Xavier said, finishing Jean's thought.
"And is he?" Scott stammered, "I mean does he?"
"I think you should see this," Hank said as he led Scott to a nearby computer terminal. The worry lines on Scott's face grew deeper.
"He is a mutant?" Scott's voice sounded more and more panicked now. Hank pointed to a series of data on the computer screen.
"This is unmistakably Summers genetic code, Scott," Hank explained, "but that's not what I wanted to show you," Dr. McCoy moved the mouse to a different window and continued. "Scott, Christopher is building up massive energy stores within his system."
"What are you saying?" Scott shouted as he grabbed McCoy's lab coat.
"He's approaching critical mass."
By A.D. Price
Disclaimer: Marvel Comics owns the X-Men. Marvel Comics owns the Ultimate line. Marvel owns Lee Forrester. I created Christopher. This is also my first attempt at fan-fic, so a read and review would be nice as I don't have a beta.
Archive: If you want to post this someplace that I haven't already posted it to. Let me know, I'll most likely say go ahead.
Rated: PG, I wanted to kind of start off light. Some of my other work (To be posted later, after the editing process)
The following morning Scott took Christopher to the mansion's sub-basement. Waiting there in the lab was the Professor, and Hank McCoy, also known as the Beast. Beast's new blue fur still unnerved Scott a bit, on two levels, the first was merely the inhuman appearance, the other was the fact that it wasn't done to him naturally by the top secret Weapon X project that had abducted the X-Men not long ago. They had all been pushed to their limits, emotionally, mentally, and physically, and Hank had suffered more than most, being that of all the X-Men, he looked the least human to begin with, and now he fit his code name, Beast, almost perfectly.
"Thank you for bringing Christopher down here Scott," Professor Xavier began, "We will uncover the truth and report back to you, for now though, please feel free to join your compatriots in the Danger Room"
"Do you mind if I stay here, I mean, stay with Chris?" Scott asked, adjusting his visor, "I'd kinda like to be around for him."
Beast flipped upwards and grabbed ahold of an overhead pipe with his feet, hanging directly over Scott, arms outstretched to receive the baby boy .
"Relax fearless leader, cool the maternal instincts, the little ankle biter will be fine,"
"Beast is correct," Xavier explained, "and besides you have other responsibilities to the rest of the X-men," Scott scowled, not sure what answer to give, knowing the child may be his, which meant that he would be leaving family, something he had sworn not to do. He sighed as he gave his answer,
"Yes sir," Scott said, before handing the chubby little boy off to Beast, "Are you not joining the training session today, Beast?"
"No," Xavier answered, "Beast has shown a great talent for genetic research, and has asked that he be allowed to assist me here."
Beast smoothed the long deep blue hair hanging from his head with one hand, while cradling Christopher in the other, swinging gently. Christopher smiled and laughed as Beast spoke.
"What can I say? All this and brains too."
"Sure," Scott smirked as he turned on his heel to walk to the sub terranean training hall, "I'll check back in later."
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"Ready kiddies?" Wolverine popped the unbreakable adamantium claws from the knuckles on his right hand, spitting the cigar to the ground, and shaking the long , thick black hair from his eyes. Behind him Scott entered the room solemnly.
"Can the chatter, people, let's get to work." Scott's tone was dead serious, and cold. The youngest X-Man, Iceman turned to Colossus and asked nervously.
"Does he seem a little more on edge than usual?"
"Da, I'll explain later."
A hydraulic ram shot from the wall, Colossus planted his feet and extended both organic steel arms in front of him. There was a loud clang as metal struck metal, Iceman froze the pylon as Wolverine's claws sliced effortlessly through them. Simultaneously, a pair of energy beams burst towards Marvel Girl and Storm. Marvel girl ducked, her lithe vinyl clad form spread over the cold hard floor, Storm created a ver quick thick fog, and watched as the beams diffracted through the airborn droplets of water.
"Beast taught me that," she explained matter-of-factly, "lasers are only light and can be broken down easily."
"Clever," Scott shouted as a metal arms began to spring up around the room, "Now move!" Colossus grabbed a pair of hands and began a game of mechanical 'mercy' while Storm raised her chocolate colored arms and called a gust of wind to lift her off the floor.
"Cyclops, duck!" she yelled, just as an arm swung behind him, knocking him forwards. As he fell, he accidentally tapped the control sitch for his visor, shooting a burst of crimson energy into Wolverine's shoulder, spinning him around.
"Rookie!" He yelled as he leapt towards Scott, his face seemingly turning red from rage, his claws lashing out towards the leader of the X-men, missing purposely to rend the metal arms asunder.
"Stop program!" Marvel girl yelped in a panic seeing the flash of claws headed toward Cyclops.
"No!" Cyclops growled as his fist hit the ground, before picking himself up and dusting himself off.
"What do you mean, no?" Jean asked, her hands placed firmly on her shapely hips.
"In a real fight, we can't just hit the reset button."
Take it easy there soldier-boy, don't go blamin' Jeannie 'cause you can't keep your head in the game." Scott wheeled himself around and rammed a finger into Wolverine's chest.
"What are you talking about?" Wolverine's left caught Scott across the jaw, and the adamantium laced fist, even without the claws, knocked Scott back to the floor.
"Never point," He spat, "less you really only want to be able to count to nine." Cyclops looked up at the older man, as he continued. "You went off accidentally, bub, friendly fire, what would've happened if you'd hit the kid over there?" He asked as he pointed to Iceman, who was already beginning to shrink away from the argument "Or maybe Red?" as he chucked his thumb towards Jean. Scott looked down shamefully, his long brown hair hanging over his face. "The Russkie and I can handle your optic blasts, what about the others?" Wolverine offered Scott an hand up, "Just remember to think about your other playmates." Jean stepped behind Scott and put her hand on his shoulder.
"I think we're done for the day," she said as her deep green eyes caught Scott's as he turned his head opening his mouth wide to try and lodge his haw back into place. "You're not in any condition to continue." Scott looked at everybody standing tere staring at the three of them and begrudgingly nodded.
"Right, dismissed everyone. Jean I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you," Jean's face gre very cold and angry.
"Save it," she hissed, "just be thankful Logan got to you before I did, Scott" She stormed out of the room angrily as Scott watched. Logan grinned as he followed the rest of the X-Men out the reinforced doors rotating his right shoulder in slow circles.
"Hell hath no fury…Cyclops."
After the debacle in the danger room, Scott left the mansion and headed to his hideaway, a local indoor rock climbing center. He'd been taking orphans here to teach them to rock climb, give them something to do. He pulled his gear and slid it on over his shorts. He attached the clips and tied off the ropes, then stretched his muscular arms over his head. He smiled, knowing full well that the girl behind the counter, Heather, loved to watch when he did that. He was never really interested in her, but he found her idolatry flattering.
"Need a spotter today Mr. Summers?" she asked sweetly, as she pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail, her rich hazel eyes smiling as brightly as her lips.
"Actually, yes." Scott replied, his own smile widening a bit.
"Great, I'm all yours, Mr. Summers."
"Heather,I've been coming here for six months, call me Scott,"
"Not until you agree to go out with me….Mr. Summers," she smirked, emphasizing the words 'Mister Summers,' by tapping him on the chest with a long tapered finger as she said them.
"Fair enough, but don't let my girlfriend hear you say that,"
"See, now you're breaking my heart," She said as she attached a rope to her harness, "but is she here anchoring you while you cling to a rock wall for dear life?"
"Nah," Scott chuckled, "She's into more..intellectual pursuits,"
"Ahh should have known you were into those brainy chicks,"
"Yeah, that's me," Scott said as he grabbed ahold of the handhold closest to him, "Climbing,"
"Climb on, Mr. Summers."
A few hours later, Scott's phone rang. With one hand, he gripped a handhold tightly, hanging freely. In the other he pressed the button on the phone and spoke into the microphone attached to his glasses.
"Scott, it's Hank,"
"Yeah Hank, you have news?"
"I think you should come back, now."
"what's wrong?"
"I can't explain it over the phone Scott, you have to come back to the mansion," The urgency in hank's voice worried Scott, he was getting used to Beast being almost unflappable, joking at almost any form of danger.
"I'm on my way," he said as he looked down to the woman on the ground. "Heather, bouleying."
"Bouley on," she responded as she released the slack on the rope allowing him to descend quickly. She watched as he bounced rapidly down the wall.
"Is everything okay?" she asked as his feet hit the ground looking at his worried expression.
"Just getting the results of a test."
"Hope you passed," she said, trying to goad a more concrete answer from the stoic man.
"We'll see," he said as he stripped off his gear tossed it into his locker and headed for the door. "Thanks Heather." The brunette sighed as he ran out the door.
"Oh, no, thank you."
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Scott burst through the arage entrance and sprinted for the Elevator Entrance into the sub-basements that housed the X-men's headquarters, sweat poured off his body, partially from the the exertion of rock climbing, partially from worrying about the possibility of being a father. As he ran from the elevator, he found Jean in the lab, holding Christopher tightly to her chest, her fingers gently caressing the back of his head. Professor X wheeled into the room, followed closely by Hank.
"Scott," Jean started to say, before turning to face Xavier, it was then he noticed that she'd been crying.
"He is your boy, Scott," Xavier said, finishing Jean's thought.
"And is he?" Scott stammered, "I mean does he?"
"I think you should see this," Hank said as he led Scott to a nearby computer terminal. The worry lines on Scott's face grew deeper.
"He is a mutant?" Scott's voice sounded more and more panicked now. Hank pointed to a series of data on the computer screen.
"This is unmistakably Summers genetic code, Scott," Hank explained, "but that's not what I wanted to show you," Dr. McCoy moved the mouse to a different window and continued. "Scott, Christopher is building up massive energy stores within his system."
"What are you saying?" Scott shouted as he grabbed McCoy's lab coat.
"He's approaching critical mass."
