Disclaimer: Finally really kinda need one of these. The X-Men are not mine, they belong to the genius better known as Stan Lee. Desiree LeBeau and Isaac Allerdyce belong to Katherine, however I have permission to use them. Sean is mine, and all future made up people are going to be either mine or Kat's. Therefore, this will be the only disclaimer, meaning it will NOT go up on any other chapters.
A/N: Well, been a while, eh? Figured instead of jsut updating my Roots and Branches, I'd make a new one all together! Well, yeah, anyways. Sean is the son of Paige Guthrie-Worthington and Warren Worthington III. He moved to Louisiana for high school, to be with Remy LeBeau and Rogue's daughter Desiree LeBeau. Desiree is his girlfriend. Isaac "Izzy" Allerdyce is the son of St. John Allerdyce, former foe of of the X-Men. Izzy is his best friend. So there's some background info for y'all!
"Dad I don't wanna go home!" Sean yelled defiantly into the telephone.
"It's time," a calm and all too collected Warren replied.
"Dad, please, I don't wanna. I have friends down here. You can't make me leave her. I finally have a girlfriend who doesn't care at all about money or mutation."
"Son, you're coming back to Westchester."
Tears ran down Sean's cheeks, he sniffled. "Please, dad…can I talk to mom?"
"You already talked to her."
"Dad…please?"
"Fine," Warren sighed, holding out the receiver to Paige.
"Sean, is that you?"
"Mom, I don't wanna go home…Please, I don't wanna…"
"Sean, I need to see ya again. Ya've been there four years, that's long time for a mother…"
"Mom, please," Sean pleaded. "I'll never forgive you if you make me come home. You or dad, I won't ever forgive you guys. I'll…I'll…just please…I have a best friend…you know how long it's been since that's ever happened for me. And I even have a girlfriend, mom…what would you do if I told you that you had to leave dad and separate from him hundreds and hundreds of miles? Come on, mom…we kissed…she practically saved my life…I was ready to die, but then I saw her above me and…and everything was just…right."
Paige heaved an audible sigh to both Sean and Warren, who sat just behinds her on their bed. "Sean…"
"Mom, please, don't do this to me. These four years have been the best of my life. We talk practically every night…I can send you pictures of me…and Desiree…and Izzy…I don't wanna leave, and they don't want me to leave…Just ask Mr. and Mrs. LeBeau, they'll tell you that Desi hasn't been the same."
"You're datin' their daughter?!" Paige cried into the receiver.
Sean stupidly nodded. Yeah, Sean, 'cause they can see you nod he practically kicked himself in the face. "Yeah, mom, I'm dating Desiree LeBeau."
"What in the world did Remy say?!"
"Personally, I don't think he knows…But I don't think he hates me…I've been living with the man for four years…"
"Ah think, Sean, that ya don't know Remy vereh well."
"Either way, mom, that doesn't change our current situation. I don't want to go home, and you guys can't make me," Sean said sternly.
"Sean, you're coming home!" Paige cried out.
"You can't make me!" Sean refused and instead of hanging up the phone like normal angry people would, he threw the receiver across the room whereupon it met its doom. The wall. Sean broke down on the ground, crying, hunched over, sitting on his knees. He banged the ground with his fist several times, resulting in an echo downstairs.
"Des', what's wrong wit' dat boy up dere?" Remy asked, not moving from his seat in his recliner.
Desiree sniffled. She knew what was wrong, but neither of her parents knew. "Ah'll go see, papa," she replied and slowly made her way toward the staircase.
"Hun, ya look more nervous than a long tail cat in a room full a rockin' chairs."
Desi said nothing, just walked up the seemingly long staircase. She came to the top and then slowly paced through the hallway, coming to the spare bedroom that Sean had made his own over the years. Slowly, she knocked, "Sean? Can ah come in…?"
Sean looked up, watching the doorknob turn slowly.
"Sean, ah'm comin' in, hun," she muttered and finally opened the door. She froze, seeing Sean on his knees by his bed and a bounty of shattered plastic pieces on the ground, along with a wire and the insides of what looked like a small electronic thing. Her eyes followed the cord to the phone base. So that was the loud crash. "Sean, wha's wrong?"
"I don't wanna leave you, Desi," he whispered, his eyes filled with tears and shone with remorse.
"Sean…" she said softly and kneeled down on the ground, hugging him. "I don' want ya ta leave meh either," she hugged him tighter.
"Desiree, they want me to leave tomorrow…"
"No!" she shook her head. "No, Sean, don't ya dare leave meh."
"I don't want to…But they're gonna come, with their 'X-jet'" he made quotations with his fingers in the air. "I don't get it…Why can't I just…Desiree…What if we ran away? Me and you? And Izzy, we can bring him, too. Then I won't have to go, they won't be able to find me."
Tears filled Desiree's eyes, "Sean, ya know weh can't do dat…Ah can't leave mah mama an' papa."
"You'd rather let me leave?"
"Sean…" she whispered softly. "Ah can't do it."
"Then I guess we'll never see each other again, Des'. So unless you plan on helping me pack, get out. I don't wanna see you anymore, you'd care just as much if I was being killed in front of you."
"Sean! No, ah don't want ya ta leave…Please, don't do dis ta me…"
"Do what?" Sean glared. "Forget it, I'm goin' ta see Izzy."
"Ah'll go wit' ya, Sean…If dis is our las' day…then ah wanna spend it with ya…Ya were mah first boyfriend, Sean…Ya were lotta mah firsts…kiss…boyfrien'…prom date…an'…an' Sean, please…don't be lahke this."
Sean shook his head and kissed Desiree tenderly. "You were my first, too, Desi…The lsat thing I want you to do is have to think back on this and wonder what you did to make me act like this…Just know that it wasn't you, in any way, shape or form…You and Izzy were the only good things in my life. And that's why I have to go tell him that I'm leaving tomorrow…You can come with me," he whispered.
"Sean, ah can't go ta Westchester or wherever it is…"
Sean shook his head, "No, Desi', to Izzy's house.
Desiree smiled vaguely, but smiled nonetheless. "Okay, jus' gotta go get dress an' tell mama an' papa."
"Oh, c'mon, Des', ya look perfect in the night gown of yours."
"Yeah, right, Sean. Ya say ah look perfect in everyt'in'."
"It's my duty as boyfriend, isn't it?" this was said a bit too loud. That meaning it was audible to Remy.
"What?!" Remy yelled out, jumping from his recliner.
"I said that too loud, didn't I?"
"Oh muh God, Sean, weh royally screwed now."
"I mean that in a philosophical sense. As in, we're all boyfriend and girlfriend, 'casue we're all boys and girls and friends and…"
"Sean, 'e's gonna kill ya."
"Yeah, thanks, Captain Obvious."
"So now ah'm captain? Of what ship?"
"I'd tell ya, but I'd rather it not be my last words."
"Wha's dis ah hear 'bout Sean bein' boyfrien'?" Remy asked, his face a shade of crimson you'll never wanna see.
"Sir, I…um…I've been…dating your daughter…"
Remy looked to Desiree. "Dis true, petite?"
Desiree nodded slightly.
"How long?"
"I don't remember," Sean lied.
"Ah asked how long!"
"Two weeks, three days and…a few hours," Sean mustered.
"Good for ya two," Rogue's voice sounded from behind Remy. "Ah'm sorreh for the way Swamp Rat actin'."
Sean smiled. "That's alright, I'm sure even rodents can learn tricks," he smirked.
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