A Time After Apocalypse: Generation Two, Chapter Two
We'll now observe the strangely normal lives of our X-Men. Don't get to close, one bite could prove fatal[As you can probably tell, I like to add what I think is humor to the beginnings of my stories.
Onward to the Rasputin household in Russia!
Peter Jr. was packing his several many suitcases, he would be leaving for his mom's house in Illinois very early the next morning.
"Almost ready Peter?" His dad stuck his head into his son's room and called.
"I guess." Peter replied. He felt guilty about leaving his dad alone for yet another summer, but he needed some time with is mom and his half siblings. He missed his little sister, Janelle, terribly. She was just so cute.
"So, what're you going to do when you get over there?" his father asked.
"I don't know…probably hang out with some of my old friends…maybe toss the pig skin around a bit…" Peter Jr. said, looking anywhere but into his dad's blue eyes.
No, you can't let him do anything physical! Peter, Said a familiar voice in his head. He cocked his head to one side, listening. Peter couldn't quite figure out who the voice was, or how they were inside his head…
"Professor X…" Peter Sr. said under his breath.
"What Dad?" Peter Jr. asked.
Peter Sr. looked up with a casual "Nothing…"
Very good, Peter. I wasn't entirely sure you'd remember the sound of my voice in your head. As you know, the only reason your son's been 'normal' all of his life is because I've let him live like that...I can't do that anymore, for any of the second generation of X-Men. I'm sorry, but you and all of the other X-Men and their children will have to come here as soon as possible. The earliest flight you can catch is the one your son's going on. I've reserved a spot for you…
Yes, Kitty and all of the other know too. The Summers family and your family are in the most danger. If Harrison, Scott's son, starts his optical beams, well it could do a lot of damage. And if your son's not careful, he could easily hurt someone or something. Keep a close eye on him.
"I'll do everything I can Professor…" Peter said in his head.
Excellent, I'm expecting a full-fledged reunion in less than three days! Who would've thought that almost 20 years has gone by…?
The Alvers [several hours after Kitty and Lance received their own telepathic messages
Janelle had been shocked for about an hour now. A series of small earthquakes and landslides had happened in their own backyard, literally! All of the seismic charts said that the earthquakes were starting from their house, but that was completely crazy.
John had noticed the small earthquakes too. They were happening every time he fell on the ground playing football with his friends.
"Sorry boys, you'll have to break it up!" Kitty yelled from the kitchen window. "John, you need to pack. We're taking a vacation up North…it'll be good for you and your sister!"
"What's with the sudden vacation?" John called from the back yard to his mother, as soon as all of his friends were gone.
"Your mother and I think it's a good idea if you kids get some good Northern air." Lance answered. "And, I need a vacation…"
"What about Peter? I thought he was coming to stay with us…" Janelle asked as she came from her bedroom to meet everyone in the kitchen. John had just walked in, completely caked with mud from head to toe.
"Well, we're actually going to meet him and his father in upstate New York tomorrow." Kitty replied. "That was going to be a surprise, but since you insisted…"
"That's so cool! So when do we leave?" John asked, now fully interested in the sudden trip.
"As soon as your stuff's packed." Lance replied.
The Lebeau's [several hours after their telepathic messages…
"Brie, be careful!" Remy was yelling at his daughter. Wouldn't that just be great if she blew something up now?!
"At least she didn't get my power…" Rogue whispered to her husband under her breath. Her southern accent was as thick as ever.
"What's going on?" Brie asked her parents. She was completely in the dark, they hadn't told her anything.
"Well, you know that your dad and I went to school up north…" 'Marie' started before she was cut off by Remy.
"There's going to be a get together type thing. All of our old classmates have children around your age and they're all going…" he said in his Cajun accent, as thick as Marie's southern one.
"So you want me to go too?" Brie asked. She couldn't understand it; her family never went on vacations…Hell, she'd never even left Louisiana!
"Exactly hun, what do you say?" Marie asked her daughter. She was hoping for a positive answer before they had to persuade her too much.
"Well, I don't know…I don't really get along well with other people…How long would we be gone for anyway?" Brie asked. She wouldn't describe herself as antisocial, but she was defiantly not a people person.
"Oh, maybe a week or two…we haven't seen these people in twenty some years." Marie quickly added at her daughters raised eyebrows at the mention of 'a week or two.'
"Come on cherie, it'll be fun." Remy said, adding the old Cajun charm.
"Okay, I'll go, I guess. When do we leave?"
Marie let out a sigh of relief that her daughter had agreed relatively easily. "The plane leaves tomorrow at five in the afternoon. We'll have to be there around three or so."
"That means that I hardly have anytime to pack! I better get started!" Brie said and sprinted up the stairs. She nearly tripped at the top, due to untied Converse, but continued to run to her room.
"Well, at least she's coming." Marie said.
"Yeah…think we should pack too?" Remy asked.
"Yes, of course we should! The professor didn't keep our clothes or anything!"
"Just checking…"
The Summers [an hour or so after getting the professor's telekinetic message
The Summers family was out on Waikiki beach, enjoying some sun and surf, when Scott and Jean got the message.
"Scott, we have to leave as soon as possible." Jean said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah, I know. How are we going to tell the kids? We can't just come out and tell them that they're mutants…" Scott replied.
"Scott! Not so loud! Someone might hear you." Jean said as several people walked by, giving them odd looks. "I know that we can't tell them. We could just tell them it's a vacation…"
"Sure, that works every time…Do you think the professor will tell them when we get there?" Scott asked his wife, careful to keep his voice lower this time to no avail.
"Tell them what, Dad?" Harrison asked his dad. He'd come up silently behind them in the middle of their exchange.
"Oh, nothing. Your mom and I were just discussing the possibility of going up north, say New York, for a few weeks." Scott told his inquiring thirteen year old son.
"What's going on?" Rachel asked when she reached her parents and brother. She'd seen them from where she was at the edge of the Pacific Ocean, and knew something was up. Her parents rarely missed an occasion to spend time with her or Harrison. The way they'd had their heads bent together was suspicious as well.
"Your dad and I were thinking about heading up to New York for a while. What do you kids think?" Jean asked Rachel, a spitting image of herself at sixteen.
"Isn't that where you and Dad went to school?" Rachel asked. Her parents had told her many stories of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters before. In Rachel's eyes, neither of her parents were overly 'gifted'.
"Well yes it is!" Scott said enthusiastically, he'd just gotten an idea. "It's actually more like a little reunion with our old classmates. They all have children about your age too. You could make some new friends."
"One condition." Harrison said flatly.
"What's that, dear?" Jean asked her son. He looked just like Scott, minus the ruby glasses. For now, anyway. She thought.
"Can I learn to snowboard? It must be like surfing, and I rule at that!" Harrison asked excitedly. His sister just rolled her eyes and gave him a disapproving look.
"Of course you can." Scott said. At least they've agreed. Scott thought to Jean.
Yes, it's so exciting! I can't wait for them to meet the rest of the team's children!
The Wagners [minutes after their telepathic messages
"So Martin, I hardly ever get to see you anymore. You're always at school, hanging out with your friends, or practicing your soccer skills. I was thinking, maybe you and I could use some Father/Son time, just the two of us. What do you think?" Kurt asked his youngest son, Martin.
"What? You mean leave Mom and Stephen?" Martin couldn't believe it. This isn't something that he would normally do, usually; his father would do something like this with Stephen. "Where would we go?"
"I was thinking America, New York area. I used to go to school there you know."
"Yeah, I knew that. Would your classmates be there?" Martin had heard some stories of his dad's classmates, they sounded really cool. His dad said they even had some kids his age that he could hang out with.
"Yes, most of them I hope."
"Really? So, for me, it'd be like a foreign exchange?" Martin inquired.
"Yes, something like that."
"How long?"
"A week or so. What do you say?" Kurt asked. He was hopeful his son would go with him; the professor was losing his control over his son's abilities. Kurt had also heard that Peter and Scott had children with abilities that could wreak havoc…
"Sure. Why not? I could use some practice with my English." Martin asked hastily.
"Great! We leave in two days."
"You had this whole thing planned out and you still asked me? Does Mom even know?" Martin asked shocked at the possibility that his mother didn't know. "What about Stephen, he's really not coming?"
"Of course your mom knows, your brother does too. They're okay with it. Stephen wants to practice his track and your mom just wants some quiet time." Kurt said. It was true, he had really talked to Amanda and Stephen and they were okay with it. Amanda knew that Kurt needed to take Martin to the professor; he needed to learn control of his abilities.
"Dad?"
"Yes Martin?" Kurt replied.
"What are your classmates' children like?" Martin asked. He was hoping to hit it off with some English speaking students. That way, he could practice and perfect it just like Stephen had.
"Well, I've only personally met two of them. Jean and Scott's daughter, Rachel and Peter and Kitty's son, Peter Jr. They were only babies when I met them, though." Kurt said to his son. "You know, Peter's son speaks Russian and English. English was his first language, but from what Peter tells me, he's quite fluent in Russian."
"Really?! Cool. Do you think he'll teach me some more English?" Martin said. He really wanted to learn English, and then he'd thought about taking Spanish or French. Russian would be cool though.
"Well, if he's anything like his father, he will." Kurt said. He and Peter had gotten to be friends after the defeat of Apocalypse but had lost contact when Amanda had Stephen.
I can't wait to see them! I'm sure that they're all great kids; I just hope that we can get there in time…