Author's note: Still don't own or make any sort of monetary profit from these stories.
The next morning, Scott's alarm went off at 6:30. He groaned as he turned it off and sat up, carefully rubbing his eyes. He got out of bed and went into his ensuite bathroom. Being the leader of the X-Men, and the first recruit, did have some benefits Scott enjoyed. He quickly relieved himself, washed his hands, and brushed his teeth before going back into his room to change into his usual Saturday workout clothes. He checked his watch and saw that it was ten minutes until seven. He took out his phone and sent Alex a 'how was your week' text and then started making his way to the lower levels. To his surprise, he saw Corsair and the other Starjammers up and dressed. Scott yawned and motioned for the group to follow him back onto the elevator.
"Good morning, Cyclops," the cyborg- Raza, Scott thought, said.
"Morning. I don't know how many people will be awake this early, but the adults usually take this time to relax before the craziness starts." Scott led the Starjammers to the dining room, unsurprised to only see the professor, Storm, and Logan.
"Good morning," Charles greeted his guests. "I trust you slept well last night?"
"We did, thank you. It was different to have all of us able to sleep at the same time. Usually someone is keeping guard or piloting. Or both." Corsair took a seat next to Logan, who was reading his newspaper, and offered his hand. "Corsair. Pleasure to meet you." Logan looked at Corsair's face, his hand, and then his face again.
"Wolverine," he said, returning to his paper.
"You'll have to excuse Wolverine. He's not very sociable during the day, and he's even worse in the morning before his coffee. I'm Storm. I hope your stay so far has been pleasant."
"It has, thank you. Cyclops here has been a great help." Scott was sitting next to Storm and trying not to doze back off.
"Breakfast!" Jean called, walking through the doorway connected to the kitchen. She was using her telekinesis to carry the trays and set them on the table. "Oh. You're up," she said, talking to Corsair.
"And a very good morning to you, too."
"Hmph!" Jean sat next to Scott protectively and waited for Charles to make himself a plate.
"Alright, Red. What's wrong now?" Logan asked, spearing several sausages with his metal claws.
"That man and his military training." Logan turned to Corsair.
"No kiddin'. Army."
"Air Force," Corsair said, finally shaking Logan's hand.
"Captain Corsair is not a bad person," Ch'od said as he made himself a plate. "He's just lonely."
"And thank you, Ch'od." Corsair began making himself a plate and passed the trays across the table. Scott made a small plate and started eating,
"Thanks," he told Jean when she passed him a glass of juice. "Are we still on for later, Wolverine?"
"Yeah. Our usual time?" Scott nodded.
"Professor, would you mind getting Shadowcat or Nightcrawler to give our guests a tour?"
"Certainly. You go and have a productive morning, Cyclops." Scott nodded to Charles and waved goodbye to the Starjammers. He went to the lower levels and entered the mainframe of the Danger Room. Using the holographic table, Scott began designing new scenarios he wanted to try. Knowing there were other worlds out there got him including scenarios with little green men, as he didn't know how else to design them. Once he was satisfied with everything, he saved his files and made his way to the gym to start his solo routine before Logan would join him.
"And this is like, our gym. You guys are totally like, fine to use it whenever you want," he heard Kitty say. Scott groaned and sat on the ground to start stretching. "Well, that's the end of our tour. Any questions?" Scott sighed in relief as the door closed behind him.
"Would you like some company?"
"Look, man, I don't know what your fascination with me is, but it's starting to get creepy." Scott sat on a padded chair attached to a weight system controlled by arms. He moved the peg to allow for lifting more weight and began pushing his arms together to lift.
"How old are you, kid?" Corsair asked, sitting at a different machine to lift weights.
"Seventeen."
"My oldest would be your age. I guess I just saw a little bit of him in you." Scott closed his eyes and let out a breath.
"I get it. I lost my dad when I was a kid. I tried to latch on to anyone who reminded me of him. But I'm not your son. The sooner you remember that, the easier it'll be to get along, especially since we have no idea how long you and your crew will be here." Corsair gave a sad sigh.
"I know you're right. I know my boys are dead. The last I saw of them, their parachutes were on fire, and they were still miles from the ground. As a father, it's hard to accept that you outlived your child. And then, I was in space with my wife and that… that monster D'Ken murdered her right in front of me." Scott had stopped using the weights and was listening to Corsair's story. "I never had the chance to grieve her, or my boys. I was thrown into a prison camp where I met Ch'od, Raza, and Hepzibah. We barely made it out alive, but we swore an oath to stop D'Ken at all cost. We became space pirates to keep his empire down."
"You're a pirate?" Scott asked.
"Technically. I prefer to think of myself as a space Robin Hood, but I can't seem to get my crew to understand who that is. They do understand pirates. My boys loved pirates, so I don't mind." Scott started pushing the weights again.
"I don't know what kid doesn't love pirates. My brother and I used to dress up and run around the house. It drove my mom crazy." Scott squeezed his eyes shut at the memory of his mother.
"She sounds nice. Is she still-" Scott stopped pushing the weights and stood up to wipe them down.
"She's dead." Scott laid down on a seat and started lifting weights again.
"Come, on, Slim, you know you're not supposed to lift that alone." Scott heard Wolverine say as he entered the gym.
"Corsair is in here, so I'm not technically alone," Scott smirked at Wolverine.
"If you want to work on the jet, fly boy here is good. But this is heavy lifting. You're gonna want to stay with the Army guy." Scott racked the bar and stared at Logan.
"Obviously the Air Force isn't that bad if I'm a product of it," he reminded Logan before he began lifting again.
"Your old man was in the Air Force? Maybe I knew him. What was his name?"
"Giving you his name would be like giving you mine. It's need to know."
"Even I don't know it," Wolverine commented, keeping an eye on Scott. "That's enough, Slim. Get your weights and start jogging." Scott nodded, wiped down the bar and bench, and grabbed some weights to start jogging on the track.
"Where were you stationed?" Corsair asked Logan. Logan chuckled.
"I was all over everywhere. Army never wanted to keep me in one place for too long. I'd get restless and go AWOL. They needed me too much to discipline me. But they did refuse to move me up in the ranks. I stayed a private all sixty years."
"Sixty- Private Howlett?!" Logan looked at Corsair, who was now standing.
"Who's askin'?"
"Private Logan Howlett. We learned all about you in the Air Force, especially the jumps you'd make from the planes. Did you really work with Captain America?" Logan frowned and nodded once.
"Seriously Logan? You never told us that!" Scott said, stopping right near them for water.
"It's need to know." Scott just grinned at him and wiped the sweat from his face.
"It's an honor to meet you, Private Howlett. Major Christopher Summers."