Promises
by Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: I no own.
Stratogale was dead. Macroburst was left weeping endlessly, unable to enjoy anything without being reminded of Stratogale's untimely death.
This got many fellow supers thinking of their morality. Thunderhead (a.k.a. Nicholas Thor) was one of them.
One late night he took Scott aside and said in his beast "dead serious" voice:
"Scott, you know what I do is really dangerous, and it's quite possible that I might die..."
"You're not gonna die! Don't say such things Nick!"
"Scott, (Nick rubbed his forehead) we both know that me dying is not impossible, we're both just in denial of it. Let's turn off that denial for a moment or two.
Scott, if I die, promise me two things: that you'll live a long, long life to compensate for my interrupted one. Not unlike the way your intelligence compensates for my lack of intelligence-"
"Nick, just because the government files say you're stupid, doesn't mean that you are. You just read as well as other people-"
"There's no need to spare my feelings, Scott. The second thing that I want you to promise me is not to lose your ability to be happy if I die. If I die, I don't want your ability to enjoy things. I don't want to you to stop enjoying sunsets, or a funny sitcom just because I'm dead. I don't want you to stop going to the county fair and stuffing your face so full of the funnel cake that you look a chipmunk and passerby's wonder if you're trying to choke yourself. I don't want you to be like Macroburst. Stratogale's been dead almost a year, and Macroburst still struggles to get out of bed, fly and can't even enjoy a simple ice cream cone without thinking of Stratogale's untimely demise. I don't want that to happen to you Scoot, and not just because we have kids.
I love you Scott. I don't say it enough or in a romantic manner. But I due love you, and when you love someone, you want them to be happy, no matter what the circumstances."
Nick took a breath and paused for a moment.
"I can't think of anything else to say really," Nick awkwardly scratched his head.
"Only if you promise to do the same if I were to die. Promises go both ways."
"Yes they do."
A flushing sound ruined the moment. It was followed by a "DAAAAAADDD! I think the toilet is broken!"
The romantic drama ruined, life went back to it's happy little pace of homework, monsters in the closet, imaginary friends, battles, work, and Scott waiting for Nick to return home.
It was to be ruined one chilly November day.