Ravenrockstheworld: Relax! It says in this chapter! Yes, you and I have been using that colorful language since the fourth grade! (Ah, the good old days!)

Amazing redd phoenix: Thanks! I think every author's work gets better each time, so it's wonderful to hear that that's the case for me!

Telepathic Angel: There's some Jott in here, especially for you, lol. Notice I did update sooner in the day than I did the other two chapters, I can never say no to a good 'pweeze'.

Diaz F: It would make for a good story if Scott's father had done something horrible to him, but we'll leave that to Jack (his foster dad). Chris Summers was supposed to be a protagonist in the comics so I don't feel the need to make him an antagonist in this story. I'd keep that idea for yourself though, I'm sure you could make it into a great story!

Jacx: - hands a tissue and notices the box is almost empty - don't worry, this chapter isn't quite as sad!

Chapter 3

Scott awoke early in the morning in an alley of one of the streets in Bayville. He was still depressed and decided to keep moving. He checked quickly to make sure he hadn't been robbed then continued on his way. He paused, feeling someone in his mind, he put up his mental shields. He had let his guard down and now they would surely find him. He leaped into a run, trying to get away as fast as he could.

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Xavier's cheerful voice rang in the X-men's heads (the official one's only). – I've found him! –

Jean both ran and flew to the common room where they were all about to gather. She tried to make sure that the tears threatening to fall did not. She had had a horrible night thinking of Scott. Where could he have gone? What could she do? Questions had bombarded her all night and the worst part was… she never found the answers. Scott had even cut off their link! She missed the warm and secure feeling she had with him there.

Only those original few who had been there when Logan had his small fit went to the spot where Scott had been last found. The others waited at the mansion in case they needed back up. When they got there Scott was, of course, gone. The good news was that Logan caught a whiff of Scott's scent so they were back on the chase once more, this time being a lot more easier.

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Scott found no reason to run anymore. He knew he could never get away on time, thanks to Logan, so he decided he would just wait for them to find him. Where should he wait though? He saw a place and a smirk crossed his features. He strode over to the bar and walked inside.

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Logan was slightly confused as their search led them to the bar, but Jean confirmed that she could feel his presence more strongly now so they went inside. They looked around and saw Scott sitting at the counter sipping a drink. He turned around and motioned to them. Logan was the first to reach and he asked casually, "'ow did ya manage to order this? Yer under age."

"I've got connections, okay?" he replied, pulling out a fake ID.

Ororo was shocked and hissed at him, "When did you get that?"

"I've had it for a long time, I got this one a little after I came to the Institute," Scott told them, shuffling the tiny card in his hands a bit.

"This one?" Jean questions, her eyes narrowing.

"I've had others."

Hank had had enough of this mindless chitchat so he said firmly, "Scott, it's time you come back to the mansion with us now."

Scott shook his head. "I don't deserve to come back; I forgot my own father for eleven years."

"Kid, that was cause ya 'ad brain damage, remember?" Logan cut in.

"Major Christopher Summers wouldn't have let even that stop him," Scott stated sadly. "My father was a brave man, a war veteran. I'm nothing compared to him."

Jean was shocked and fed up. She turned Scott around to face her and slapped him. "Scott you are not your father and should never compare yourself to him. He was a brave man, and so are you!"

"I forgot about him for eleven years and now that I do remember him all I can do is resent him now! I'm jealous of my dead father for being great! I'm a horrible son!" Scott was nearly shouting now and was starting to draw attention to himself.

Logan dragged Scott by the arm outside and the others followed. "Listen, boy, ya aren't a 'orrible son. Ya want to be like 'im and there's nothing wrong with that. Ya are becoming a lot like 'im from what I've 'eard of 'im. 'e'd be incredibly proud of ya if 'e was 'ere today."

Scott was shouting now. "Proud! No man or woman would ever be proud to have an ex – prostitute as their son!"

"Scott, you have to learn to put the past behind you. You are no longer the boy he came to the Institute some years before. You grew from your experiences into who you are now," Hank told him sternly.

"Our Fearless Leader," Logan added, slyly.

"I still forgot him," Scott whispered.

An idea struck Jean and she said, "Then tomorrow we'll all remember him." She grabbed him by the arm, kissed him, and led him and the rest back to the car.