aAuthor's note: In no way do I claim to own any version of X-Men, unless we're talking about the action figures, comics, and other shirts. This idea was inspired by a passing thought I'd had, and the relationship between Corsair and Cyclops comes from reading comics.
"Hello. I'm Corsair, and this is Ch'od," the lizard man nodded, "Hepzibah," the cat woman nodded, "and Raza," the one with a metallic eye nodded. "We're the Starjammers. And you are?"
"I'm Cyclops."
"Where are we?" Corsair asked as they walked to Med Lab. He obediently sat on a bed as Scott showed Hepzibah where their first aid kit was. Hepzibah brought it over to Corsair and hissed at him when he covered his wound with his hand.
"This is Westchester, New York."
"So we are on Earth," Corsair muttered.
"Um, yeah. Where else would you be?"
"The universe is a huge place, kid. Earth isn't the only place that has a race." Scott looked at the people with Corsair.
"Aliens?"
"Ch'od here is from the planet Timor, Hepzibah is from the planet Tryl'sart, and Raza is a cyborg. All three are from planets in the Shi'ar empire."
"And you?" Corsair didn't get the chance to answer as Charles Xavier rolled into the room.
"Hello," he greeted. "I'm Charles Xavier. Welcome to my home."
"Hello. I'm Corsair, captain of the Starjammers. My crew: Ch'od, Hepzibah, and Raza. Young Cyclops here has told me we're in New York."
"Yes. Where did you come from, if I might ask?"
"Space," Corsair said, with a mad twinkle in his eye.
"I see. So you and your crew aren't from Earth?"
"Former inhabitants of the Shi'ar Empire," Corsair repeated. "As you could tell from our ship, we're not exactly welcomed by them any more."
"Is that what came flying towards us? We thought it was an asteroid," Scott spoke up.
"Yes, our spaceship. Ch'od, how did it look upon landing?" Ch'od winced. "That bad?"
"It will take some time to repair, my captain," Hepzibah told him.
"Ok. We'll have to find somewhere where you three aren't noticed. The people on Earth aren't as… welcoming of differences as the rest of the galaxy." Charles looked at Scott, who nodded.
"Your crew is safe here. You may stay in my home until your ship is repaired, provided you remain quiet about the on-goings of its inhabitants." Corsair looked between Charles and Scott, frowning.
"It's nothing harming kids, is it?"
"No." Corsair looked at his crew and they agreed to stay.
"Thank you Mr. Xavier."
"It's Professor Xavier," Scott corrected him.
"My apologies." Hepzibah allowed Corsair to stand up.
"My students were about to retire for the night. I'm sure they would be willing to show you around in the morning."
"Um, Professor, don't you think we should… hide their ship? A lot of people saw it coming down. If we hide it, we can say it went over the cliff? I know people will come looking, but it's easier to say it shattered on impact than it was full of aliens."
"You're right, of course. Let's move the helicopter to another hanger, and we'll see if Nightcrawler can help us move it quickly." Scott nodded and started walking out. He heard footsteps coming up beside him and saw Corsair at his side.
"I'd like to see my ship," he shrugged. Scott nodded and continued towards the elevator.
"So what planet are you from?"
"Oh. I'm from Earth." Scott gave Corsair a look.
"How did you end up in space?" Corsair sighed.
"That's… a painful story. The Shi'ar abducted me. I lost my entire family because of them."
"Oh… I'm sorry." Corsair sighed and wiped at his eyes.
"Don't be. I've been able to do a lot of good with the Starjammers. Of course, I'd drop it for another chance with my boys, but it's fine." Scott led Corsair outside and let him look at his ship. Corsair gasped and ran towards it.
"Nightcrawler, we need you outside," Scott spoke into his communication device. Nightcrawler teleported right near him.
"Vhat is going on?"
"Aliens," Scott said with his hands in front of him. Kurt laughed.
"Seriously. Vhat-"
"Nightcrawler. I'm crazy serious. I thought they were mutants, but no. Their captain listed the planets they're all from."
"Vhere's he from? He looks like a human."
"He's from Earth, but the other three aren't." Corsair came walking back to them, fuming. Scott stood up straight and put his hands behind his back. Corsair raised his eye.
"At ease, kid. Military brat?" Scott dropped his arms and nodded.
"Vhat does that-"
"My dad was in the military," Scott told Kurt. "It just means he ran the house with a no nonsense attitude. Corsair here just… I guess he triggered something. I haven't done that in a while."
"Is everything alright sir?" Kurt asked, noting Corsair hadn't even blinked at his fuzzy blue skin.
"What the hell happened to my ship?"
"Your ship was coming at us at hundreds of miles per hour. It would have destroyed our town or our house. We slowed it down," Scott said, crossing his arms.
"It's destroyed! Everything is covered in ice!"
"It was on fire!"
"Then how is it covered in ice now?!" Scott rolled his eyes.
"Do you want to try to salvage it or not? We can get it in a hanger so your crew can work on it without fear of being seen. We'll put something under it to collect the water. That's all I can tell you." Corsair crossed his arms and stared Scott down. Kurt was sweating for him, but Scott didn't even seem phased.
"Fine. Open the damn hanger. I don't know how you'll get it there without destroying it worse."
"Did you get the helicopter out?" Scott asked Kurt. Kurt nodded. Scott went to the basketball court, bounced the ball to Kurt, and pressed a button in a specific pattern. Corsair watched in amazement as the court separated to show a plane hanger.
"What the hell type of home is this?" Scott nodded to Kurt and Kurt teleported to the ship before teleporting it into the hanger and then teleporting back up.
"You might need to make it look like it slid, Cyclops." Scott nodded to Charles, who had just joined them with the rest of the Starjammers. He put his hand to his visor and blasted a trail the rest of the way to the cliff. He even went to the cliff and blasted down, giving it the effect of something big hitting the rocks at the bottom. He jogged back over to the group and stood next to Kurt.
"Super powered teens. Got it," Corsair noted.
"As you can see, we have just as many secrets to protect as you do. We would appreciate you keeping what we can do quiet, and we'll allow you to roam freely in our home without fear of being hurt for being different."
"This does seem to be in our best interest, Captain," the cyborg, Raza, spoke up.
"Alright. There's only so much we'll be able to do to fix it on Earth, but we can try." Charles nodded.
"I'll get you settled. Cyclops, we'll need linens for four rooms, please."
"Three," Corsair corrected, holding Hepzibah's hand.
"Three," Charles conceded.
"Where do you want them?"
"Lower levels are fine. I'm sure they'll want to be near their ship." Scott nodded and started going inside.
"Dismissed!" he heard Corsair call. Scott turned around and gave him a salute before continuing inside. He went back to the lower levels and went to the linen closet, pulling out three sets of queen size sheets.
"Does anyone want to help me in the lower levels with the hospitality crap?" He asked in his communication device.
"Nope!" was the response from several X-Men.
"I'll be there in a minute," Jean responded.
"Are you sure? Out of everyone, I can understand you taking a break."
"I'm fine, Scott. Just give me a minute." Shortly after she said it, Jean was at the linen closet with him.
"You look really pale. Are you-"
"Scott Summers, I swear if you ask me that one more time, I'll have you twirl around in a tutu during the next Danger Room session!" Scott raised his hands in surrender, as best he could with sheets in his hands.
"You know how you feel, I get it. But as team leader, it's my job to not push you past your limits. I'm just trying to make sure you're not made worse."
"I appreciate it, but you need help and no one else would do it."
"I could make the new recruits do it," Scott mumbled.
"But you won't." Scott shrugged. Jean grabbed several comforters and followed Scott into the first room. He put two sets on a chair in the room and took the other to the bed.
"Who are they?"
"Aliens, believe it or not. Except the captain, Corsair. He's from here." They began putting the fitted sheets on the bed.
"I never would have thought that aliens actually existed."
"Same. I would have just assumed they were mutants." Jean and Scott finished making the bed and moved into the next room.
"Atten-tion!" Scott jumped up and put one hand to his head in a salute while the other was straight down. Jean saw he was stiff and unmoving, something that concerned her.
"Cyclops?"
"At ease," Corsair said, chuckling. Scott relaxed his body and glared at the man.
"Are you done?"
"It's entertaining. I used to time my boys to see how fast they could stand at attention. The fastest one would get extra dessert that night. I never thought I'd find another military brat to mess with."
"Great, you were an ass. Do you want us to keep putting the sheets on, or are you going to do it?" Corsair looked at the bed with what Scott thought was longing.
"I'll do it. I haven't made a real bed in… years." Scott sighed.
"You can go," he told Jean.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'll make sure Corsair remembers how delicate sheets are on this planet."
"Will you be ok with him?"
"I'm right here, you know." Jean curled her nose up at him.
"I know."
"I like you," Corsair grinned. Jean scowled and looked at Scott.
"He won't do that… thing again, will he?"
"I won't do it again. Tonight at least."
"Go, Jean. I'll be fine." Jean looked worried, but she left Corsair with Scott as they finished making the bed.
"She's cute. Is she your girlfriend?" Scott turned as red as his visor.
"No. She's just a friend."
"Didn't tell her how you felt fast enough, did you? And now she's with another guy?" Scott threw the pillow he'd just put in a case on the bed.
"Why are you talking to me?" Corsair gently placed the pillow he'd been working on on the bed.
"You're the only one who's introduced himself to me. The rest of the Starjammers are working on the ship and my human hands aren't allowed to help. I figured I could at least make myself useful." Scott let out a deep breath.
"You've got to stop going 'military dad' on me, ok? It's confusing to anyone who isn't a military brat, and I'm pretty sure I'm the only one here who is. Honestly, I don't even know if that's a thing for others. My dad just liked to mess with us." Scott moved into the third and final room, Corsair following close behind.
"I'll calm down. I haven't been around humans in a while. It's going to take a bit to remember how touchy we are. Or is that just teens?" Scott rolled his eyes and continued making the bed.
"So," Corsair started after a few minutes of awkward silence. "Is 'Cyclops' your actual name, or just a codename?"
"Codename."
"What's your real name?" Scott looked up and stared at Corsair.
"That's need to know," he finally told him as he picked up a pillow to put in a case.
"I suppose that's fair. But it is a relief to know your parents weren't that cruel." Scott put the pillow on the bed and walked to the door.
"Bathrooms are down the hall. They're community baths and showers, so if… Hepzibah?" Corsair nodded. "If Hepzibah is uncomfortable, she can use the showers upstairs. You know where your ship is. Until tomorrow morning, just… don't go anywhere else. I'll be down at seven to take you all up for breakfast. I'll introduce you to my team and someone will give you a tour."
"Not you?"
"My Saturdays are busy. I have practices to plan and schedule after breakfast, I have a workout schedule to keep, and it's my turn to figure out dinner. As it is, it's after eleven and I had school and a carnival fundraiser today. I'm exhausted."
"Oh. Ok then." Corsair turned and adjusted the pillows on the bed. Scott sighed and saluted at the door, clearing his throat. Corsair turned and smiled at the sight. "Dismissed." Scott nodded and left to pass out in his bed.