Chapter Four:

Scott Faces Cameron's Mom

Scott managed to get Fallon back to the school safe and sound and after a brief rest her was hightailing it to Boston, Massachusetts. It was around ten when he pulled up in front of a nice little house.

He walked up to the door and rang the bell. Moments later the door was opened by a woman in an apron.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi my name's Scott Summers," he began. "May I come in?"

"Of course," she offered opening the door. "What is it that you wanted Mr. Summers?"

"Is your daughter home," he asked entering the hallway. "I really need to speak to both of you."

She was suddenly looking at him like a cow looks at an oncoming train.

"What do you want with my daughter," she demanded.

"I was sent to ask if she if she was interested in attending Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in Westchester, New York," Scott explained as she backed him into the laundry room, and ultimately the garage.

"My daughter is not going anywhere," she yelled slamming the garage door and licking him in.

Scott sat in disbelief, wondering if he shouldn't just blast the damn garage door of it's friggin' track. Presently he heard the mechanical groan of the garage door opening. He looked up to see a short thin young woman with olive skin and bobbed dark brown hair coming to his rescue.

"Hey," she said casually with a small wave.

"Are you Cameron Elva," Scott asked.

"The one and only, last time I checked," she said.

"I'm Scott," he began. ''Scott Summers."

"Well Scott Summers," She said. "You can go anytime you feel like it. I'm sorry my mom went off on you, she's been really protective, since my dad died."

"I don't want to press," he said. "But what happened to him?"

"He worked for the military. He was killed in a combat training mission," she said. "But he left me his hummer, I'll be able to drive it, if I can figure out how to fix it."

"Mind if I take a look," he asked. "I know a thing or two about fixing cars."

"Not at all," she said binging out an old, rusty took kit. Scott opened the hood and examined the engine.

"Problem's simple enough," he said. "You want to had me a wrench." He put out a hand. She handed him a wrench.

"You and I have some things in common," he said, still working. "My father was killed while he served in the Air Force, but my mother committed suicide shortly after. I always wondered why my brother and I weren't enough to give her reason to live. Your mother loves you and there's nothing embarrassing about that."

*Wow,* Cameron thought. *This guy is totally pouring out all his troubles to me and I don't even know him. I wonder what the catch is?*

"You see," Scott continued to work and talk. "I was sent by Professor Charles Xavier. He hoped you would consider attending his school for mutants starting next trimester. It's a boarding school, but you and five other girls, all within twelve months of your own age, are the only ones currently being offered this opportunity."

"You sure know how to make a girl feel special," she said watching him intently. "Is that your power?"

He looked up as his eyes narrowed under his ruby quartz sunglasses.

"No actually," he said. "My eyes emit beams with force enough to punch through almost anything, except my own flesh. Xavier dubbed them my optic blasts."

"Makes sense," she commented.

"I can't control them, though," he continued. "Which is why I wear these glasses. My other visor has a control that allows me to manipulate the beams, and if I don't say so myself: I rock the Princess Lea ear- piece."

She laughed, he smiled.

"I'm done," he said.

"You're kidding," she said grabbing the key and hopping in the driver's seat. She stuck the key in the ignition and turned it. The car started. "Dude! You brought my car back from the dead!"

Again Scott laughed. He couldn't ever remember making a girl this happy before, especially over a car.

"That is it," she said with a sarcastic smile. "I'm marrying you."

"Already taken," Scott said with a shrug.

"So tell me more about this school," she asked. Scott took the passengers seat and explained everything he was at freedom to say, and even included a little about the Liberty Island incident. That caught her interest.

Later Scott had to repeat the whole story for her mother. So Cameron packed and they were on their way to Westchester. Cameron followed Scott in her hand-me-down-Hummer.