AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah I know it's been a hot minute since I last updated (at the time, if you're from the future, hello and sorry for the confusion.) I'm reaching that point of no inspiration but luckily due to the sickening state of comics specifically Marvel with X-Men because this what we're all here for, my infuriation has been reinvigorated.

I'm looking at you Wolverine and Jean. Sorry to anyone who pairs them. Not in my house. Anyway speaking of my house, back to Summer Home. (Please please please bear with me and keep giving suggestions, I don't want this fic to die out.)

Nathan Summers laid flat on his stomach watching Fishclops swim around idly from his bed. The boredom has long set in and he was only awake for about an hour and a half. He would've gone down to Krakoa himself to hang out with Pixie or Armor, or even engage in battle at the Quarry but his father told him to wait. Scott was in one of his scarily good moods again, and Nathan did well to just listen to him for once.

Rachel was also forced to wait in her room when Scott called the two of them out for another big reveal. Hopefully it wasn't another cactus or Danger Living Room session, but it seems Uncle Alex and Gabriel were left out.

"I wonder what crazy scheme dad has got planned this time." Rachel mused as she stepped out into the hallway. Shortly Nathan stepped out after her, rubbing at his eyes. "If it's anything like his non-revolution, I doubt it's going to be that crazy." he deadpanned in reply.

"You two are always doing this to me. You don't think I can be fun and crazy?"

Scott pulled out some luggage from his room into the hallway, wearing some getup that was definitely not his costume. Of course, his signature ruby quartz glasses still sat comfortably on his face.

"You know what's not fun but crazy" Rachel questioned with both of her brows raised. She didn't wait for a reply and simply answered herself. "Whatever the hell you're wearing."

"Oh this?" Scott tugged on his baby blue polo. "It's camping gear."

Rachel's eyes bulged out as she gave a very concerned expression. "Oh God, why are the socks so high up?" she asked but her question was drowned out with Nathan's own query.

"We're going camping?"

"We sure are!" came Jean's reply as she walks out in a similar getup, pulling along some bags.

Rachel nearly face palmed. "Not you too."

Instead, Nathan's eyes lit up, and in the car of one of them— literally. "Aw sweet! Are we going camping on Monster Island?"

Scott chuckled in response, throwing his head back. "Haha! No…"

"Crap—"

"I already told you that I don't like you going there," said Scott firmly. "But to answer your question, we're just going to camp on Krakoa."

"Oh sure, that's safe." Rachel remarked with a roll of her eyes. "Count me in for a night under the stars… not like we already do that every day we live here."

Scott walked over and placed a gentle hand on Rachel's shoulder. "C'mon sweetheart, you're going to enjoy this. Grandad used to take me and Alex camping all the time."

Rachel sighs, very close to giving into mandatory family binding time. She physically deflates and places her hands on her hips. "Yeah? And why isn't grandpa here?"

For a moment Scott looked lost, and one didn't need to see his eyes to know they were now looking off elsewhere. "Good question…" he replied before shaking himself out of it. "Never mind that, you kids are going to love this!"

Rachel's 'tude aside, Nathan was taking the news very well and was actually excited for camping. He said something about "getting the bear traps" as he ran back into his room, causing for some concern from his parents.

"Did he just—" Scott queried.

"Indeed he did." Jean supplied.

Everything else aside, Scott and Jean packed up everything they were going to need, including the children's clothes. How they managed to do this without Rachel or Nathan knowing is anyone's guess. The boy even brought Fishclops with him in his little bowl because he knew very well that Alex and Gabriel were not going to feed him. And well, maybe Nathan was getting attached to the little fish.

The goal was to last a few days without having to go back home for anything. Although, it was rather tempting to, since home was only a hop and a skip into a portal away. They also tried to stay out of the way of obligations such as missions or Council meetings.

Surely as family men, Xavier and Magneto would understand.

Surely.

Once on their camping grounds the family set up, pitching tents and gathering tinder for a fire. It was quite easy with the aid of superpowers (thank you Jean and Rachel) and it was done quite fast.

Without question, Nathan wandered off to set up the bear traps around their campsite. Where exactly was anyone's knowledge.

"Where did you get these from?" Scott asked his son as he received wood from Jean.

"Don't worry about it." Nathan assured cooly. He bore a grin on his face but it wasn't exactly catching on.

Scott knit his brows in a set expression, truly wondering if this was how he raised his boy. "And what if someone wanders onto one?"

"Then you guys aren't my family if you can't tell where I put the traps."

"I—"

Jean grabbed Scott's arm and softly shook her head, forcing him to drop the subject. She would go ahead and read Nathan's mind to remove the bear traps anyway, but for now she's going to let him have his fun and think he's going to get away with it.

With that issue out the way, it was time to start the fire and make dinner. Jean was the one who was going to handle everything, but Scott insisted that the kids roast their own weenies as a right of passage.

It was probably a good idea until Nathan started laughing uncontrollably, chuckling "Hobo dinner!" as he did so. Even Rachel was laughing too as the joke became infectious between them. Nevertheless, it was a warm sight to see, and not because of the fire.

Rachel's hotdog totally didn't get entirely engulfed in flame, that's nonsense. If anyone were to ever talk about it in the future, she would certainly erase it from their minds.

It was a good thing Uncle Gabriel wasn't there, he would've had a field day.

So, as the sky began to dim and the stars shone from a different perspective, the family settled onto the ground for some stargazing. Scott and Jean laid next to each other, hand in hand, as Rachel laid on Scott's left side and Nathan on Jean's left.

Nathan has his arm around Fishclops' bowl just as Scott had his other arm around Rachel's shoulders.

"Nothing like summertime activities with the Summers, right team?" Scott had asked into the open air.

It was cooling down for nighttime and Krakoa had provided insect eating plants to ease up on the mosquitoes and such. It was nice.

Rachel stifled a scoff. "Oh God, Dad."

"What?"

Rachel then turns her head so she could look at her father. Green eyes on ruby quartz glasses.

"Don't ever change."

Scott gave a slight chuckle. "I don't plan on it sweetheart. At least not again that was bad."

"Yes it was." Rachel echoed.

Jean sought the opportunity to change the subject by remarking upon the stars. She lifted her free hand up to point at them, almost reaching longingly. "Even though these are the same stars we see from home, seeing them from Earth again always feels differently, in a good way of course."

"It's humbling." Scott says.

"And to think we'd be tired of seein' stars." Nathan joked, adding his two cents.

Rachel responds in a quip. "And surprisingly, I'm not tired of seeing your face." She leaned up a bit to glance at her brother on her far side.

Nathan couldn't help but laugh since he knew that Rachel meant no harm by the comment. "Ouch." he says. "Was that supposed to hurt my feelings?"

Jean butted in, telling the kids to play nice, even though this was pretty much as nice as they get. It was all in good fun as the family settled into laughter before falling into comfortable silence.

"So dad," Rachel began after a while. "Was this as good as grandpa's camping trips?"

Scott pretended to consider the question, twisting his lip in thought. "Mm, no." he said. "It's better."