Author's note: refer to first chapter for disclaimer
Warning: mention of spanking
"We might as well take a break before we get started," Scott told them, looking at his watch. "It's lunch time."
"You just want to see that girl again."
"Shut up! I do not!" Scott protested, his face turning red. Chris chuckled and stood up, helping Alex up with him.
"Leave your brother and his love life alone, Alex. Besides," Corsair pretended to whisper, "she was flirting just as hard as he was."
"Was she really?" Scott asked on the steps. Alex and Chris started laughing and Scott scowled and kept walking up the stairs.
"Go on up, Alex. I need to find that safe."
"Why?"
"Because I need my birth certificate and social security card to get my driver's license back. I'm not going to go longer than I need to with your brother driving me everywhere." Alex chuckled.
"Do you want some help?"
"No. I need a spy up there to tell me what Scott and Madelyne are talking about."
"Got it." Alex went upstairs and to the kitchen. He saw Deborah in the kitchen preparing some sandwiches and Scott sitting next to Madelyne, looking together at one of her textbooks.
"Are you sure I can't make you something Madelyne?"
"No, Mrs. Summers, I'm ok. But thank you for offering."
"Oh, Alex! Can I make you a sandwich?"
"Sure Grandma. Thanks." Alex sat across from Scott and Madelyne. "So what are you two talking about? Oh, sorry. I'm Alex, Scott's brother."
"Hi, Alex. I'm Madelyne. And we're discussing how if Feynman clearly states people don't and won't understand quantum mechanics, why the basics are expected to be taught to and grasped by high schoolers." Alex blinked.
"You're a nerd?" Deborah sat the sandwiches down on the table and gently slapped Alex's shoulder.
"You behave!"
"Sorry Grandma." Scott smirked as he looked back at Madelyne. Before he could continue their conversation, his phone started buzzing.
"Excuse me," he said, seeing Kurt's name on the caller ID. "Hello?" Scott left the table and went into his and Alex's room.
"Scott, you've got to get home!"
"What are you talking about? I cleared a week with Professor X. I've barely been gone a day."
"There's a time traveler here saying he needs to talk to you. It's urgent."
"Seriously? Why me?"
"I don't know. He's saying his name is Nathan, and he has to talk vith you now."
"Did you tell him I was clear across the country?"
"Yes, and he said if you vere vith Corsair, you could be back by tonight."
"Kurt, this is my first chance to travel with my family in ten years. I'm already having to leave early because Alex forgot to tell us he had an exam to take yesterday-"
"Scott?"
"Professor?"
"Son, I think you need to come home and meet this young man."
"Why is it so important that I end my family vacation and I meet him?"
"He's saying he's your son from the future."
"And you just believed him?"
"He allowed me to read his mind. He is most certainly Nathan Christopher Charles Summers. He is your son."
"I'll be home tonight." Scott hung up and left the room and made his way back to the dining room.
"There you are. I found the safe. I need help getting it upstairs," Chris told him as soon as he walked into the dining room.
"Dad, I need to go home." Chris made a concerned face.
"Why? What happened?"
"I can't… I can't talk about it here. I'm going to fly home really quick. I'll be back in time for you to take Alex home."
"Absolutely not, Scott. You'll tell me what's going on right now." Scott sighed and then nodded.
"Can we go into another room?" Chris nodded and followed Scott into his and Alex's room.
"What's wrong?"
"Kurt called me and told me there was a time traveler visiting insisting to see me. I kept telling him I wasn't leaving, but then the professor got on the phone. He also said I needed to come home-"
"It sounds like they're just lost without you."
"Dad, they're saying my son is there." Chris blinked and then smiled.
"Your son?"
"Nathan Christopher Charles Summers. My son." Chris shook his head.
"I don't believe this. I can't believe you believe this."
"Dad,"
"We're taking Alex home on Thursday and staying in Hawaii until Saturday."
"No." Chris crossed his arms.
"Excuse me?"
"Kurt and Professor Xavier wouldn't have called me if this wasn't important. I'm sorry Dad, but I'm going with or without your permission." Chris grabbed Scott's shirt and yanked him forward.
"You will not leave. If you even try, I will take down your pants and blister your tail the second I find you. Do you understand me?" Scott looked at Chris' hand and then looked up at Chris' face.
"Fine." He shoved Chris away and opened the door. "You can leave."
"I expect you in the kitchen in ten minutes. Call Xavier and tell him you're not going anywhere." Scott crossed his arms and looked away. "Scott."
"Dad, if you don't give me some space, I'm going to end up saying or doing something that I'll end up regretting. Go. Away."
"Chris, honey, your lunch is ready!" they heard Deborah call.
"Ten minutes, Scott Christopher, or I'll come looking for you." Scott looked away until he heard the door shut. Once it was closed, he grabbed the keys from his pants from the day before and went to the window. He lifted it as quietly as possible and climbed out, making sure to close the window behind him. He checked where the gate was in the backyard, noticed it was on the other side of the house near the kitchen, and jumped the fence. Scott rubbed his arms, wishing he had his coat, and then ran to the Jeep. He started the car and reversed it. As soon as he was able to put it into drive, he saw Chris open the front door and start racing after him. Scott pulled out his phone and called Xavier.
"Professor, I'm going to need you to call in a favor and get me a plane."
"I will. Get to the airport and one will be ready for you." Scott hung up and continued racing to the airport. As soon as he pulled into the parking lot, Scott's phone rang again, showing Alex's name on the caller ID.
"Hello?" he chanced.
"Scott, Dad is calling Grandpa to go get you. He's pissed. Grandma sent Madelyne home because of the things he was saying."
"I'll be gone before Grandpa can get me. Tell Dad to relax and that I'll be back on Thursday."
"Scott Christopher Summers, you get your ass back to the house- NOW!"
"Sorry Dad. I told you- with or without your permission." Scott hung up and rushed into the airport. He went to the section inside where people stored their planes in the hangers and saw an attendant.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm Scott Summers. Charles Xavier should have called about a plane?"
"I'm sorry, son, but we only allow licensed pilots to fly, not children training." Scott pulled out his wallet and showed her his driver's license and pilot's license.
"I'm fully qualified to fly, and there's an emergency where I need to leave." The woman scanned both licenses and then handed them back.
"We have your plane in Hanger 6."
"Thank you," he told her, heading out to the private hangers. He found Hanger 6 and walked in. People were scrambling to get it filled with gas and prepped. Scott ran up the steps and sat in the chair at the controls.
"Control, this is Golf Sierra Romeo Whiskey-1063 requesting permission to take off," he said as soon as he got the thumbs up from the crew.
"All clear Golf Sierra Romeo Whiskey-1063. Ready for take off." Scott flipped a few switches and the plane started moving. Scott taxied it out and onto the runway. He turned on the runway and started increasing the speed, slowly lifting up. Soon, Scott was in the air. He quickly switched the radio to Xaiver's private channel.
"Professor?" he spoke into the radio.
"We're here, Cyclops."
"I have an ETA of five hours in this plane. I'll see what I can do to shave off more time, but without the cloaking ability, I don't know if I can."
"Just get here safely, son. We'll see you in five hours." Scott signed off and concentrated on flying, and not the churning of his stomach.
"Scott? Are you on this channel?" Scott groaned and brought the radio to his mouth.
"Grandpa? What are you doing on this channel?"
"We called your professor and got the channel, but I wasn't sure if you were still on. Young man, what were you thinking? Your father is on his way into the air to follow you, Alex is here with us worried sick, and your grandma is just beside herself, panicking because Chris is in the air again."
"I'm sorry. I told Dad I needed to go home for an emergency but he just wouldn't listen."
"Well I hope it's worth it son. Chris said he won't care about privacy when he finds you." Scott huffed and turned the radio off. He continued to fly for several hours when he realized he was close to the Institute. He turned the radio back on and sighed.
"Professor, I'm almost there. Am I good to land?"
"Yes, Cyclops." Scott started descending and flew into a waterfall that hid the X-Men's secret hanger. Scott slowed down and came to a stop. He quickly performed the post-flight check and then opened the hatch to exit. He ran out and into the lower levels and took the elevator up. When he stepped out onto the main floor, Charles was waiting for him.
"Ah, Cyclops. Thank you for coming on such short notice." Scott nodded.
"Where is he?"
"He's back on the lower levels, helping the remaining Starjammers with their ship." Scott turned and went back down, turning into the third hanger located under the basketball court. He saw the Starjammers' ship and Ch'od and Raza.
"Ch'od!" he called, running to him. Ch'od turned and sighed in relief.
"He's here, Corsair." Scott paled when he saw Ch'od was using the communicator that allowed visuals. He saw Corsair at the controls of the Blackbird.
"Good. Keep an eye on him for me, would you, Ch'od?"
"I will, Captain." Ch'od clicked the communicator off and looked at Scott.
"I'm looking for-"
"I'm right here." Scott turned and saw a giant man with a metal arm stepping out of the ship. "Thanks for the tour, Ch'od. I always wanted to see the Starjammers' ship." the man turned. "Hello, Scott. I'm Nathan. Your son."
A/N: And that's it. Thanks everyone for reading/following!
(Really... that is it for this one. #3 will be up on Monday at the latest.)
