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Chapter 5

Scott watched the three boys drive off in his car and grew worried, he loved that car. Andrew waved good bye to them and Jean whispered, "Don't worry, they'll call us."

"How do you know that?" Scott asked with a smile.

"Easy," Jean said, "When John totals your car they'll have to call."

Scott paled and looked at Jean's face, which had a look of amusement on it and realized that she was kidding; she smiled and said, "They'll be fine."

"They better be," Scott said, "The Professor has a soft spot for Andrew and if he got hurt, well who knows what will happen."

In the car Andrew was sitting in the back listening to Bobby and John argue over the radio station but he wanted to sleep, they had no idea where to go first but John wanted to visit their grandfather.

Andrew wanted to visit Grandpa too; they hadn't seen him in years.

As they drove to where they had dropped Grandpa Wells off Bobby looked at Andrew and shook his head, he looked so bored back there and he decided the next time they stopped he would ride in the back with Andrew to keep him from trouble.

"Well," John said as he looked at their road map, "We'll be able to get to be able to get to Vermont and maybe we can spend the night there, at a motel or something like that."

Bobby was talking to them about his own family when John snorted, 'A boarding school? Damn, if only I had tried that one on dad, that's if I had met Xavier when I still lived at home.'

John looked at Andrew and it suddenly hit him, 'What if Tucker was a mutant?' He shuddered at the thought; Tucker was a psychopath already, he really didn't want Tucker to have any gifts.

As they stopped for lunch Andrew and Bobby had a burger while they saw him order a big bloody steak, he grinned at them and said, "I love meat, what can I say?"

"But John," Andrew said, "Jean wanted you to cut your meat consumption down a bit, she was worried about your calorie intake."

John snorted and said, "I'm not the one making funnel cakes and donuts in the morning, it's a miracle the guys can fit into those tight leather suits."

Andrew blushed; he liked those suits as they made him feel funny, especially when Scott walked around in it. John laughed at his blush and patted Andrew's hand and said, "It's alright Andrew."

The trip into the State line was fun; Bobby was making Andrew laugh with the little ice sculptures he could make now, he made a rose out of ice and Andrew looked amazed, he was getting better at them. He blushed a bit when Bobby gave it to him and smiled at him.

They stopped at a motel for the night and John got a two bed room, he patted the bed and let Andrew crawl in and cuddle. Bobby laughed a bit when John said, "After my dad took me to those treatment places Andrew would crawl in and try to make me feel better, fact is we shared a bed quite a lot as Andrew was afraid and is still afraid of the dark."

"Hey," Andrew yelled, "Not afraid anymore."

John laughed and said, "You were always afraid of the dark Andrew, remember when you were five and you thought you saw a monster outside and you ran into my room crying your eyes out?" Andrew turned red at the memory and John laughed and said, "He crawled under the covers with me and cuddled me like I was your teddy bear, who came with him by the way."

"One time," Andrew said, smiling at the memory.

"Not one time," John said wagging his finger, "From when you were five until you were seven you were in my bed, mom and dad thought about sending you to a special camp."

Andrew mumbled, "That's when John and I were treated different than Tucker."

John shrugged, "Tucker was a psycho who lived off other people's pain, do you remember that movie Halloween?" Andrew nodded, that movie gave him nightmares. "So yeah, well," John said, "I swear the little psycho got a look on his face and it was squared on Andrew."

Bobby shook his head; he couldn't believe that any family could be this bad but he had heard some horror stories from other students, he had heard Andrew talking to them and trying to calm them down and listening to them just bitch.

Andrew fell into a deep sleep; he was exhausted as they had been on the road since early this morning. He was sleep soundly while John looked at his little brother and whispered, "Thank you god for him, only god knows where I'd be without him."

The next morning Andrew woke up and saw his brother snoring softly and smiled softly, he loved his brother but if he had to listen to anymore snoring he was gonna shove a sock in there.

Bobby waved him over to the map and said, "I'm guessing if we take this route we could be in Seattle by the end of the week."

Andrew shrugged and said, "That's good but we're taking this route so we can visit one of our aunts, I doubt she even knows we exist. I mean Dad cut off all contact with her before John was born."

"So we're going to turn up on her doorstep and you're going to introduce yourselves as her long lost nephews?" Bobby said with a little smile.

At that moment John yawned and said, "Yeah, might as well. What's the worst that could happen? She kicks us out on our ass because I'm sure as hell not going to hide who I am to her."

"Yeah," Andrew smiled, "I'm proud of who I am and even if she doesn't want anything to do with us I have family with the Professor and John."

John smirked and said, "Yeah, you know Andy, I'll always have your back."

"But first," Andrew said with certainty, "We'll go visit Grandpa Wells, I doubt Mom and Dad have visited him in the past few years."

"Well," John growled, "Let's get going we have things to do before we get back to Sunnydale."

A couple of days later they were in the town where their parents had stuffed their grandfather when he got too vocal about their treatment of their children.

Andrew walked in to go see the nurse, he smiled his best at her and she smiled back as he asked for Josiah Wells, her smile widened.

"Finally, someone came to pick up his things," she smiled.

"What do you mean?" Andrew asked as his voice cracked, praying that it wasn't what he thought.

"Josiah Wells died a year ago," the nurse said in a kind voice and she suddenly realized, "Oh god, didn't anyone tell you? We informed his son when it happened."

"No," Andrew said, he looked back and saw John come in, he ran over and told John what happened.

John froze, "A year? You mean Grandpa's been dead for a fucking year?"and he spat out, "Dad and mom didn't even have the decency to come and take care of his belongings or claim his body?"

She looked at the two young men and went to get Josiah's things, she smiled sadly.

Bobby came in and looked at the two brothers and by looking at their faces he could tell that something bad had happened, you didn't need to be an empath to tell that and it was dangerous for Andrew to be sad as he could transfer his emotions to everyone in the area. He ran over and looked at John's face and saw the pure hatred and rage in his eyes and backed away.

John snarled, "I'm going to take care of my grandfather's business, could you stay with Andrew while I do this?"

"Yeah," Bobby said as he took Andrew outside, he looked at Andrew and whispered, "It's going to be alright Andrew, I promise."

"No," Andrew sobbed, "It's not alright; Grandpa died alone, he probably felt like no one loved him and I did love him and he must have felt like he was abandoned."

"No," Bobby said, "I'll bet he knew what happened," Andrew shook his head, tears still in his eyes and Bobby took him into his arms and hugged him, gently whispering, "It's going to be alright Andrew, I promise."

They waited for about forty five minutes when John came out carrying an urn and a box full of books and pictures, John was near tears as he came out and whispered, "He kept everything that we ever sent him."

Andrew looked into the box and saw a picture of him in his first Halloween costume, Bobby said, "You look so cute Andrew, what were you supposed to be a tomato?"

"No," Andrew said as he looked at the picture and froze, "Actually, I have no idea what I was supposed to be, I think mom tried to dress me up like a clown."

"Nothing wrong with clowns," Bobby said.

"Clowns are evil," John said, "That's all there is to it, I mean I hate them, I want to burn them all."

Andrew shrugged and pulled out another picture and looked ill: this one was of him wearing an ugly green and red sweater and their mom had put fake reindeer antlers on him and put him in front of a Christmas tree.

John started laughing and said, "I forgot about that one, Grandpa said that sweater had to be made by someone who hated children."

At the mention of their grandfather they both fell silent and John whispered, "They didn't even come to listen to his will."

John handed Bobby the will and said, "Can you read this? See what he left them so I can burn it before we leave."

Bobby nodded and began to read out:

"I, Josiah Nicholas Wells, being of sound mind and body leave to my grandsons; Andrew and John, my entirety of my money to be used by them so long as they don't give a fucking cent to their parents or Tucker. To my son I leave you nothing at all.

John smirked, "Leave it to Grandpa to find away to spit in mom and dad's faces after he died."

"Let me finish," Bobby said as he continued to read:

"To Andrew: I leave my collection of world war two things, you can collect them from my storage locker. To John, my other favourite grandson: I leave my antique typewriter, I always knew you wanted to be a journalist so please use this to aid in your dream."

"Also, if neither Andrew nor John come forward to claim their inheritance it is to go to a worthy charity to aid mutant rights and John, Andrew; I want you two to let go of the past and leave the hatred and pain behind. And finally to my son: Family should be the one thing you should be able count on in life and you, your wife and Tucker have proven to be horrible people; you treated your own flesh and blood like shit, you're no family of mine."

Bobby finished and John began to laugh bitterly, "Good god, Grandpa probably kept these people on their toes for years," he remembered everything that happened, including his wanting to become a writer.

Andrew hugged John and whispered, "Grandpa died alone, he probably felt abandoned."

"Yeah, probably Andrew," John said, "But we weren't the ones who abandoned him, mom and dad abandoned him."

"But why didn't we visit sooner?" Andrew said bitterly, "We could've…"

John didn't say anything, he just held his little brother close to him and Bobby waited patiently for them to finish grieving, he would wait as long as they needed too.

TBC

A/N: So they will be meeting their long lost aunt tomorrow and I am going to add another crossover here, who would you guys like to see as their long lost aunt?

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