Author's note: X-MEN IS STILL NOT MINE AND WILL NEVER BE MINE
Warning: Language in chapter
"It's an honor to meet you, Private Howlett. Major Christopher Summers," Corsair said, once again holding out his hand to shake Logan's. Scott's water bottle dropped from his hands and he stared at Corsair as Logan stared at him.
"S-Summers?" Scott shook his head and backed away, tripping over the weights he'd placed on the ground. Corsair nodded, confused.
"Cyclops, maybe you should hit the showers." Instead, Scott shot back up and stalked back to Corsair.
"How the hell do you know that name?!" He demanded, shoving Corsair.
"What name- my name? I'm named after my great-grandfather. What the hell is wrong with you?" Corsair grabbed Scott's arms before Scott could shove him again.
"I don't care who you are," Logan growled, his adamantium claws coming out. "You'll let 'em go. Now." Corsair let go of Scott and braced himself for being shoved again.
"You're not Chris Summers. Who the hell are you?!" Corsair sighed and pulled off some necklaces that were hidden under his shirt, showing them to Scott.
"You should know what dog tags are. Here." He held them out and Scott took them, looking at them intensely. Scott could recognize these tags anywhere. His father would let him wear one and Alex would wear the others while he was home.
"Chris Summers always carried one more thing around his neck," he said, not looking at Corsair.
"You mean this?" Corsair took off his locket and opened it. "You can look, but don't take this. It's all I have left of my family." Scott looked at the picture inside of the locket. It was red from his glasses, but otherwise, it was the same. Scott dropped to his knees and felt tears streaming down his face at the picture of his mother holding him and Alex.
"Scott? Scott!" Jean flew into the room and stood protectively in front of him, glaring at Corsair. "What did you do to him?!"
"I haven't done a damn thing!" Corsair yelled back. He put his locket back under his shirt and looked at Logan.
"Do you understand what's going on?" Logan nodded.
"Jean, I'd like for you to meet Major Christopher Summers of USAF." Jean's eyes widened and her hands flew to her mouth. Scott shook his head.
"He's DEAD!" Corsair blinked and then knelt to look at Scott's face.
"I'm not. My wife, Katherine, and I were transported from our plane before it was destroyed. My sons, Scott and Alex, were pushed out in our only parachutes- something I'd do again and again to ensure their safety over mine. Their parachutes caught fire. They're gone. Not me."
"I think this would be better discussed in my office," Charles spoke up. Scott looked around and saw the X-Men and the Starjammers looking at him and Corsair.
"Captain?"
"I'm alright, Raza. Just a little misunderstanding, I'm sure." Scott, not understanding what came over him, reached out and yanked the locket from Corsair's neck before walking away. Hepzibah, knowing what the locket meant to her lover, blocked Scott's exit from the gym. Scott raised his hand to his glasses, ready to blast her out of his way, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"If you do to her what you did to the ground last night, it will be the last thing you ever do," Corsair whispered harshly. He grabbed Scott's hand and pulled out his locket. "This is mine."
"That is my father's. That is my mother, my brother, and me. I don't know how you found it, pirate, but I know it sure as hell doesn't belong to you." Hepzibah, seeing Corsair with the locket again, moved aside to allow Scott to leave, but Scott was holding his hand out for the locket to be returned.
"Prove it," Corsair said, crossing his arms, protecting his locket.
"Cyclops, this is not how we treat our guests. I need you to calm down and meet us in my office in ten minutes." Scott tightly nodded and left. Charles turned to Corsair.
"Were you truly born Christopher Summers?"
"I'd show you my birth certificate, but I'm sure someone has gone through my safe in my house in Alaska."
"Logan," Charles called over. "I will call the Masters'. I would like for you to pick them up and bring them here. I believe Major Summers is due a long awaited reunion." Logan nodded and left to change and man the Blackbird.
"Who are the Masters'?" Corsair asked.
"The family that is fostering Alex."
"But he's-"
"Obviously he isn't, Major Summers. And as you seem to have figured it out already, I don't think it needs repeating that Cyclops is Scott. Your boys are alive." Corsair ran out of the gym. He saw Scott in the elevator and he forced himself to run faster to catch up. He slid into the elevator and stood up.
"Scott?" Scott nodded and Corsair wrapped his arms around him. "I thought I'd never see you again." Corsair held Scott as he sobbed into his shoulder. The elevator doors opened and Corsair gently led Scott out and to a couch he saw. The two sat and Scott continued to cry. Corsair simply rubbed Scott's back and wiped his own tears away.
"M-Mom?" Scott finally said after calming down.
"She's gone. I think I told you that story." Scott nodded and again reached for the locket. This time, Corsair didn't put up a fight. He watched Scott maneuver the trick clasp like he'd done it thousands of times and open it. Scott sniffed and wiped his face.
"I haven't seen a picture of her in almost ten years," he told Corsair in a thick voice.
"We can take a trip back home and see if we can find what happened to all of our pictures."
"Why haven't you done that already?" Scott asked, pulling himself out of Corsair's grasp.
"I couldn't bear to return to a world that had nothing for me. I didn't think there was any way you two survived, or I would have been scouring the universe looking for you."
"Alex was fine. He was given to a family in Hawaii. I hit my head and stayed in a coma for several months. No one wanted a brain damaged kid. I was bounced from foster home to foster home until my powers arrived. The professor found me three years ago and brought me here."
"Brain damage?"
"My eyes. I hit the back of my head really hard. It destroyed the part of my brain that controls my eyes, which is why I'm stuck in these glasses." Corsair rubbed Scott's cheek with his thumb.
"Red was your mother's favorite color." Scott nodded with a sad smile. "Why didn't Alex's family take you in as well? They shouldn't have separated siblings."
"No one knew. Honestly, until a few months ago, I thought I was alone. And then Alex came into his powers and Professor Xavier found him. He didn't want to leave the ocean to live in New York, so he's still there."
"But you at least still talk to him, right?"
"Yes, Dad, I still talk to him." Scott pulled out his phone to show Corsair that he'd just texted Alex that morning, when he saw he had a text back from him. "He usually is still asleep. Just give me a second." Scott read the text and then pressed the button to call Alex and put the phone to his ear.
"Scott! My parents said Wolverine is coming to bring me to New York? What the heck, man?"
"I didn't realize they were doing that, but Alex… trust me. You want to be here."
"I told you, bro. I can't handle the snow-"
"You're from Alaska! How can you not handle snow?"
"Yeah, and when was the last time we were there? Look, tell your professor thanks, but no thanks."
"Dad's alive." There was silence on the other line for a moment.
"That's not funny," Alex finally said.
"I'm being serious. He's sitting right beside me. He's been in space being a- get this- a pirate."
"Dude, quit it. It's not fuckin' funny to use him to get me to visit." Corsair scowled as he overheard the conversation.
"Does your phone allow video?" Scott nodded and switched to it. Corsair saw Alex- definitely much tanner than he'd anticipated, but it was still his blonde child.
"Alexander Philip, I don't appreciate the language you were just using. Where did you even learn that word?" Alex blinked at Corsair.
"Scott?"
"I told you he was alive."
"Is Mom there, too?!"
"No… no, she's not."
"Oh. How did you make it and not her?" Corsair sighed.
"Right before the plane was about to blow up, we were transported out by an alien race. Your mother didn't make it past this. I was thrown into a prison camp where I made some friends. We escaped and have been giving the rulers of the empire that took me hell ever since."
"How are you in New York?"
"The emperor had his men chasing us and they hit one of our engines. We quite literally crashed at Scott's house."
"So you've been there who knows how long and you're just now telling me?"
"Hey, they got here after nine last night. And we only just realized who he was less than an hour ago, so excuse me for taking a minute for myself!"
"Boys! You two know better than to fight. Alex, you will be here by dinner, right?" Alex nodded. "Good. Go ahead and pack several outfits. After we get acquainted, I'd like to take a trip back home to see what was left for us. I'd prefer to do it with both of my boys."
"Ok, Dad. But I'm going to have to get clothes for the trip. All I have are Hawaii appropriate clothes."
"I'll take care of it. You just get here." Alex nodded and ended the call. Corsair looked at Scott. "You should go take a shower. Once you're done, we can talk some more. I'd like to hear about the last nine years."
"It might take some time," Scott told him. "And I'm on dinner duty."
"Then we'll go to the store and get stuff for hamburgers and hotdogs. I haven't had one in forever."
"Ok. Give me about fifteen minutes." Corsair nodded and watched Scott get up and head upstairs.
"He's a remarkable young man," Charles told him, his wheelchair coming into Corsair's view.
"He always has been. I just can't believe this is really happening. I've dreamed of this moment for years. I just wish I hadn't missed so much of his and Alex's lives. If I'd known, nothing could have kept me from them."
"Scott said something similar about Alex when we discovered his location. He'd said he'd always hoped, but the doctors told him he was the only survivor after he woke up from his coma."
"He said he'd spent a few months in one." Charles shook his head.
"I wish it had been a few months. Scott spent over a year in a coma. Once he woke up, he was mishandled by the state. I was lucky to find him as well as I did. He's very unsure of himself as it stands now. I'd hoped reuniting with Alex would help him, but when Alex stated he had no desire to move here, even to be closer to his brother, the walls Scott had slowly started to let down were built right back up and fortified."
"He's definitely his mother's son," Corsair sighed.
"Major Summers," Corsair looked up, "if you hurt him in any way, you will spend the rest of your life regretting it."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"Then we understand each other." Corsair nodded.
"I know I'm not, I don't have powers, but I do have skills I can teach your students. I'd love to stay on. I can teach them how to fly, weapons, how to safely jump from a plane, how to fight… And I can help them prepare for the Shi'ar."
"What about your crew?"
"They don't need me. I was given my position because of my bravery in rescuing Hepzibah. I've told them time and time again that if I ever somehow had a chance to have my boys back, I was done."
"Then we would be happy to have you on as an instructor. I will see to securing you a room upstairs. I'm sure I can get contractors to take some rooms and turn them into a suite for the three of you."
"Alex doesn't seem interested in staying long."
"But now that you're here, he might be willing to visit more. I'm sure he'd appreciate a room just for him. And I'll have a kitchenette included for those nights you want to spend together."
"I appreciate it, Professor."
"Charles, please."
"Chris." The two shook hands.
"Ok, I'm ready," Scott said, coming back downstairs. "Do you want to go out for lunch?"
"We can do that. I have a few things I'd like to talk to you about while we're out."
"Alex should be here by four," Charles told them.
"We'll be back. Let everyone know we're grilling hotdogs and hamburgers for dinner?"
"I will. Do you have your card?" Scott nodded. "Alright. Enjoy your afternoon, Scott."
"Come on. We can take my car." Scott led Corsair to the garage and to his red and white convertible.
"You actually found it!" Corsair laughed.
"The professor hunted it down for my sixteenth birthday." Corsair patted Scott's back and moved to get in the driver's side.
"What?" he asked, seeing Scott's face.
"Where's your license?"
"Brat," Corsair said, switching to the passenger seat. Scott got in the driver's side and started the car, put it in reverse, and left the property.