The Three Wise Men
by Starsinger
Okay, no, not Christmas inspired, actually working title was "Three old farts sitting on a porch, T-A-L-K-I-N-G." Yeah, something similar to the jump rope song when you were little, you know the one that talking is replaced with kissing. No, still don't own them.
Joseph found himself sitting out on the back porch with Erik and Charles as the momentous day slid toward evening. Hammering and cursing could be heard from up top as Scott and many of the adults tried to fix the mansion from its latest battering.
"Scott's language has definitely become more…colorful," Erik noted as the sound of a hammer hitting some poor unfortunate's thumb rang loud and clear.
Unintelligible German soon followed, Joseph grinned, "At least that one has the good sense to say the words in a language most people won't know."
"You speak German?" Charles asked as Joseph pulled out a book and opened it. It looked suspiciously like Peter's sketchbook.
"Yeah, I spent the first few years of my life in that part of the world. I speak Russian too," he started rummaging through the book.
Charles' eyes widened, "That's Peter's!"
The old man chuckled, "I filched it on my way out. I'm thinking of making Xerox copies of them for my walls." His flipping stopped at the second page, it was of the twins and the dragon in the cradle. "Is that really a dragon?"
"Near as we can tell," Xavier responded. "You ought to take that one, confound people because they'll never believe it's real." Joseph opened his mouth and thought better of it when he spied the creature in question. Lockheed had been in the kitchen at the time of his original visit, and appeared to be out stretching his wings. He spotted the men and winged over, landing on the porch rail.
"Well, I'll be," Joseph said with wonder. Lockheed chose that moment to show off by breathing fire. Lockheed flew over to sit next to Joseph as he continued to look through the sketchbook. He looked up to witness the last fires of the beautiful sunset, and sighed, the day was just perfect and he intended to do everything he could to ensure that these drawings "accidentally" found their way into a gallery.
"Peter's a very talented artist. He'll do very well," Erik said, almost as if he read Joseph's mind. The three men grinned at each other, Peter would do very well indeed.
