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Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men but Timothy and his family are mine.
Chapter Nine
Who's Jerry?
Timothy tried to comfort his little sister with promises of visits every weekend.
Kary finally gave in and let go of his neck.
"I'll still miss you," she sniffed.
"I'll miss you too," Timothy told her, holding back his own tears. "Do you want to show me what Mommy and Daddy got you for your birthday?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"Yes!" Kary shrieked, jumping off of him and racing down the stairs.
"And this is Carmen, and this is Stacy, and this is my new Barbie," she started babbling as soon as they reached the first floor. "And this is my unicorn, and this is a coloring book, and new crayons, and pencils, and stickers..."
Timothy stepped out of Kary's pile of gifts and walked over to hug his parents.
"Do you still love me even though I'm a mutant?" he asked, his pretty eyes brimming with tears.
His mother sniffed. "Of course we still love you," she told him. "Why would you ask such a thing?"
"Because I thought you sent me to the X-Men because you didn't want me," he cried as he snuggled his face in his mother's embrace.
"We'll never, ever stop loving you," his mother whispered, stroking his curly head. "Just because Jerry was a mutant doesn't mean we don't love him too," she added more quietly, as if to assure herself of something.
"Who's Jerry?" Timothy asked, looking up at his parents.
His father sighed.
"Why don't you come sit on the couch with us?" he suggested, steering them towards the large sectional that took up a corner of the living room.
Timothy sat down, his mother and father on either side of him.
"You have an older brother, Jerry Alexander Morlund," his father explained. "When your brother turned twelve we discovered that he had mutant powers. A man named Charles Xavier called us and told us that he could train Jerry to use his powers safely. We didn't want to do that, so we kept Jerry with us."
"He could control any water," Timothy's mother put in. "If he tried hard enough he could make the water in the sink change its flow and things. He could also breath under water, though that was a little harder for him to do."
Mr. Morlund took over as his wife started to cry again at the memory of her son.
"Wave, as we sometimes called him, used his powers in public once. Just a little thing, he caused the rain to stop falling on us in the middle of a downpour. Anyway, some people came to our house the next day, and they took him away." He wiped a tear from his own eye and turned to look at his little son. "If the Friends of Humanity knew you were a mutant too they would try to take you away from us."
"Thats why we let you stay at Xavier's school," his mother added. "To keep you safe.
Timothy's eyes overflowed with tears. "I have a brother?" he gasped as he collapsed in his parent's arms, his body morphing into a Faun's again.
"Shh, shhh," his mother soothed, stroking the hair away from his horns. "Maybe your friends can save him, maybe?"
Timothy looked up again.
"Really?" he whispered.
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men but Timothy and his family are mine.
Chapter Nine
Who's Jerry?
Timothy tried to comfort his little sister with promises of visits every weekend.
Kary finally gave in and let go of his neck.
"I'll still miss you," she sniffed.
"I'll miss you too," Timothy told her, holding back his own tears. "Do you want to show me what Mommy and Daddy got you for your birthday?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"Yes!" Kary shrieked, jumping off of him and racing down the stairs.
"And this is Carmen, and this is Stacy, and this is my new Barbie," she started babbling as soon as they reached the first floor. "And this is my unicorn, and this is a coloring book, and new crayons, and pencils, and stickers..."
Timothy stepped out of Kary's pile of gifts and walked over to hug his parents.
"Do you still love me even though I'm a mutant?" he asked, his pretty eyes brimming with tears.
His mother sniffed. "Of course we still love you," she told him. "Why would you ask such a thing?"
"Because I thought you sent me to the X-Men because you didn't want me," he cried as he snuggled his face in his mother's embrace.
"We'll never, ever stop loving you," his mother whispered, stroking his curly head. "Just because Jerry was a mutant doesn't mean we don't love him too," she added more quietly, as if to assure herself of something.
"Who's Jerry?" Timothy asked, looking up at his parents.
His father sighed.
"Why don't you come sit on the couch with us?" he suggested, steering them towards the large sectional that took up a corner of the living room.
Timothy sat down, his mother and father on either side of him.
"You have an older brother, Jerry Alexander Morlund," his father explained. "When your brother turned twelve we discovered that he had mutant powers. A man named Charles Xavier called us and told us that he could train Jerry to use his powers safely. We didn't want to do that, so we kept Jerry with us."
"He could control any water," Timothy's mother put in. "If he tried hard enough he could make the water in the sink change its flow and things. He could also breath under water, though that was a little harder for him to do."
Mr. Morlund took over as his wife started to cry again at the memory of her son.
"Wave, as we sometimes called him, used his powers in public once. Just a little thing, he caused the rain to stop falling on us in the middle of a downpour. Anyway, some people came to our house the next day, and they took him away." He wiped a tear from his own eye and turned to look at his little son. "If the Friends of Humanity knew you were a mutant too they would try to take you away from us."
"Thats why we let you stay at Xavier's school," his mother added. "To keep you safe.
Timothy's eyes overflowed with tears. "I have a brother?" he gasped as he collapsed in his parent's arms, his body morphing into a Faun's again.
"Shh, shhh," his mother soothed, stroking the hair away from his horns. "Maybe your friends can save him, maybe?"
Timothy looked up again.
"Really?" he whispered.