Disclaimer: I hereby state that I do not own X men: Evolution, however much I wish I could change that fact.
Author's Note: Ah, Scott. How I do love thee. I was most tempted to send a bottle of my tears to Fox when they killed you in the third movie. It just wasn't the same without you. Wishing you and Jean much happiness in the afterlife, and can't wait to see you in the forth movie.
Scottie knew that he was almost grown up when he was allowed to stay up later than Alex. Mommy would come and gently pick up Alex from where he had fallen asleep in Daddy's arms, and giving that gentle smile that defined her entire person, she would leave the room to go tuck Alex into bed and sing him a lullaby. Meanwhile, Scottie would re-adjust himself on Daddy's stomach, and Daddy would change the channel to the news. Mommy didn't really like Scottie watching the news. She thought that there were just some things that Scottie just wasn't ready to know about yet. Scottie knew that the real reason was that she didn't want to believe that he was almost grown up yet.
Tonight, Scottie noticed that the pretty news anchor didn't seem half as cheerful as she usually did when giving the news.
"And regarding the Browning case, Jack Frosting, a sentenced murder and rapist, who shared a prison cell with Mr. Browning has come forward with vital information. He has received a lightened sentence in exchange for his testimony in next weeks trail. And in other news . . ."
Daddy turns off the television. His lips are pressed tightly together, and his eyebrows are drawn down. Scottie however is just confused.
"Daddy, wasn't that man bad? Is he good now?"
Daddy sighs and draws Scottie tighter into his comforting hug. "Yes Scottie. That man is very bad."
"But then why are they letting him go?" Scottie really doesn't understand this concept.
Another sigh shudders through Daddy's entire body and he leans back in the chair. "Unfortunately, Scottie not everything is black and white in this world. Nothing's ever simply right or wrong."
Scottie pouts angrily. "That's not fair!" He storms.
Daddy lets out a sad laugh. "Don't I know it sport, don't I know it. If only we could all live behind rose tinted glasses. Life would be so much easier, don't you think?"
Scottie doesn't quite understand what Daddy is talking about, but he thinks that it might be nice to live behind rose-tinted glasses. For one: roses are pretty. He especially likes the red ones. And two: Scottie likes things to be simple. Things like right and wrong.