Author's note: I do not own X-Men Evolution, just enjoy watching it and reading the comics that helped inspire the this story
Warning: mentions of spanking
Scott took a glance at his watch. It was nearly six hours since they had left New York for Anchorage, Alaska. Corsair had announced that they were scheduled to land in less than twenty minutes, and gave the command of buckling up. Scott did so under protest. It was his plane. He should have been piloting. In an effort to save his own skin, however, Scott obeyed his father. He sat beside Alex, as the co-pilot's seat had been occupied by Hepzibah, Corsair's girlfriend who, thanks to an image inducer from Charles Xavier, no longer looked like a human-skunk hybrid.
"Here we are boys," Chris Summers said as he began the descent. "Welcome home."
"So much snow," Alex whined as they looked out the windows and saw the white ground of Alaska.
"Maybe now Dad will let us try to snowboard. That's like surfing, right?"
"You've got to ask. He's still mad at me." Scott rolled his eyes.
"Scott, what's our ID?"
"You're the pilot," Scott mumbled. "Blackbird-X-803," he said, loud enough for Corsair to hear. The boys listened as Chris talked to the tower for permission to land.
"All clear Blackbird-X-803. You are clear to land." Not much longer, Scott felt the wheels hit the runway and Chris carefully taxied the plane to a stop.
"Sit back down. I have to do the post-flight check," Chris said, once Scott and Alex stood up.
"Aw, Dad! Can't we just stretch for a minute?"
"It was a long flight, lover. Let the kitlings walk around the plane."
"See? Even Hepzibah agrees with us," Alex argued.
"Keep up that attitude and I'll be walking you over my knee."
"I don't have an attitude. My legs are stiff. I'm tired of sitting. Come on, Dad, I'm way more active than this in my sleep. Please, please just let me walk up and down the plane." Scott crossed his arms and slouched his shoulders.
"I'd've been done with the check by now." The plane door opened and the ramp extended.
"Both of you. Out before I do something I regret. Hep, would you keep an eye on them?" Chris looked at his lover and saw the white haired angel nod.
"Let's go, kitlings, before Corsair creates his own blasts." Scott and Alex sniggered as they pulled on their thick coats and followed their for all intents and purposes step-mother off the plane.
"Do you remember where our house was?" Alex asked Scott once they were off the plane.
"Sort of? I have memories of inside the house and the neighborhood, but I don't remember much else." Scott and Alex spent the rest of the time trying to show Hepzibah how to pack the perfect snowball.
"Boys!" Scott turned and saw Chris at the hatch with suitcases. "Come help me unload!"
"And this is how you test them," Scott told her as he threw one at Corsair. Chris blinked.
"Thanks, Scott. Now I get to walk around wet in the freezing cold."
"Aw, come on, Dad! We're surrounded by snow and you weren't expecting that?"
"Come get the damn suitcases before I make you walk to the house." Scott went up to the plane and took his backpack and suitcase in one hand and Alex's things in the other.
"They're good to get it to a hanger, right? If not, I can-"
"I thought I told you that you're not touching the controls while we're on vacation?"
"You say a lot of things," Scott muttered.
"Son, you're acting like you need to have a discussion with my brush. Do you?"
"No sir."
"Then. Act. Right." Scott started walking away, but Corsair grabbed his shirt collar and yanked him back. "Is that how you leave after I've told you to do something?"
"No sir," Scott swallowed. "I'm sorry, Dad. I'm just excited to be home. I never thought I'd be back."
"And I understand that, but that won't stop me from reminding you how I expect you to act, Scott Christopher."
"Yes sir."
"Dismissed." Scott let out a breath and walked down the ramp. He handed Alex his stuff.
"Snowboarding isn't looking good. He's mad at me now, too."
"This way," Chris called the Scott, Alex, and Hepzibah. "Charles had us a car reserved." Scott, not wanting to test Chris anymore, took his things and followed him. Hepzibah and Alex followed not far behind. When Chris made it to the hanger reserved for their jet, he saw a red Jeep Grand Cherokee. He grabbed the key, unlocked it, and opened the trunk to put his and Hepzibah's things in. Scott copied him with his suitcase but kept his bag. Alex put both his suitcase and bag in the back and climbed into the backseat.
"Can I d-"
"Do you know how to get home from here?"
"No, but I'm the only one in the car with a valid driver's license until we find your birth certificate." Hepzibah put her hand on Chris' arm.
"Scott-boy is correct, Corsair. Let him operate the wheeled machine." Chris sighed and tossed Scott the keys.
"Follow the cars out and get on the parkway," Corsair instructed. Scott did as he was told and started driving towards the exit.
"Once we're on the parkway, where do I go?"
"We'll be getting off on Raspberry Road."
"You can't be serious."
"Watch the road, Scott. It comes up faster than you'd think." Scott saw the exit and took it.
"Where to next?"
"Turn right onto Cheryl Street, turn left onto West 70th Avenue, and then right onto Joseph Street. I'm sure you'll be able to pick out the house from memory by then." Scott took the turns as directed and as Chris had predicted, found his childhood home.
"It looks… smaller than I remember," Alex said, looking out the window.
"The last time you saw it was when you were three feet tall. Now listen, I will talk to the residents. You three will stay in the car."
"Yes sir," Scott and Alex said together. Chris nodded and got out of the jeep. He took a breath and walked up to the door.
"I wonder where they moved our stuff," Scott said out loud when they saw the door open and Chris disappear inside.
"I just hope there's stuff left…" They got quiet as they saw the door open and Chris walk out and head to the car. He opened the door and jumped in.
"Good news. Since there was no proof of death, the owners from ten years ago had our things moved to a storage unit."
"This owner knew that?"
"The people who own the house and rent it make that a requirement for the renters to know. The couple I spoke with are the renters."
"Who are the owners?" Chris rubbed his eyes.
"Go down the street to 71st, and turn left. Park at the blue house on the corner." Scott did as he was told and soon, they were at another house.
"This house seems familiar…" Scott said.
"It should. It's your grandparents' house."
"Wait… Grandparents? Then why weren't we raised by them?!"
"I intend to find out, Alex. You two stay in the car. Hep, come with me." Scott huffed as Chris opened the door.
"Sure, make us stay in the car to see grandparents we didn't even know we're still alive. Thanks."
"Did you even think about how I'd like a moment with my parents who've thought me dead for ten years?"
"Sorry, Dad." Chris sighed as he got out of the car, accompanied by Hepzibah.
"Watch for my signal. I'll let you know when it's clear for you two to join us."
"Yes sir." Again, they watched Chris walk to the door and knock. They saw a gray haired woman open the door, look shocked, slap their father across the face, and then hug him. Then a man who looked like a gray haired version of Chris came to the door and hugged him as well. Scott saw them grab Chris and Hepzibah's hands and try to pull them into the house, but Chris turned and waved at the car.
"I think that's the signal," Scott told Alex. The two got out of the car and walked up the pathway to the door.
"Mother, Dad. I'm sure you remember your grandsons."
"You're alive?! Oh my babies!" Scott felt himself being dragged into the house in a tight hug. "They told me they found the parachutes, but no bodies. They said they took your ages into account and that there was no way you could have survived a fall with the parachute that destroyed!" Their grandmother wept into her hands.
"Where have you three been? We've been waiting ten years for you to come home!" Their grandfather exclaimed. Chris looked at Hepzibah, his sons, and then back to his parents.
"We should sit down. It's… it's a long story."