Martin Mystery Remix MY way
By: FunahoMisaki
(A/N: I own nothing and read last chapter)
It had been a few months since M.O.M. had found out that Martin was her son and she slowly but surely let her maternal instincts come to the surface around the blond teen. She was sitting in her office and thinking over how she was now in a somewhat mother/son relationship with her son, who still didn't know about their true relationship, when her U-watch beeped and Martins face appeared on it.
"Yes Martin, is everything alright?" M.O.M. asked quickly with an undercurrent of worry in her voice. Martin looked slightly sheepish and more than a little nervous over the small screen which made M.O.M.s worry increase tenfold.
"Everything's fine M.O.M. I-I was just wondering if you would come to the art fair at Torrington today? I-I understand if you're too busy to come but I thought I should at least invite you in case you can come." Martin said as quickly as he could which shocked M.O.M. for a minute before she smiled slightly at the blond.
"If I can get away I will come straight there, Martin. Billy mentioned that you were in the art fair and Diana was in the science fair. Billy also mentioned something about you doing something with music so I will try my best to get there okay?" M.O.M. said smiling softly at the screen when Martins face lit up like a five year olds in a candy store with a credit card that had no limit.
"Okay! Thanks M.O.M." Martin said before hanging up after M.O.M. said 'good bye' as well. M.O.M. immediately started finishing up her paper work so as to get to the fair in time for Diana's award, cause she just knew that the brunette was going to win at least second place in the science fair.
Meanwhile at Torrington Academy a few minutes later.
"Where have you been Martin? Diana needs your support." Gerald Mystery said when Martin slipped away from the art side of the fair and into the science one.
"Has Diana won a prize yet or am I just in time, Martin?" M.O.M.s voice asks from just behind the blond men.
"You're just in time. Nice outfit by the way." Martin said turning and giving M.O.M. a small hug with a wide grin on his face as he looked over her black blouse with a red flora pattern on the hem and loose blue jeans with green vine like designs going up the legs.
"Thank you, Martin. Now what's this I heard about you being in the art fair and something about music from Billy?" M.O.M. asks with a teasing grin as she looked at Martin with something resembling pride.
"I was just at the art fair and I want to show you both something in a little bit, want to see?" Martin asks looking back and forth between Gerald and M.O.M. nervously.
"Glad to see you're finally getting some culture. Alright, I'll go." Gerald said with a slight smile on his face while M.O.M. frowned at him for his remark about culture before smiling at Martin again.
"Of course. I'm only here because you invited me and I heard you and Diana were in it." M.O.M. said as Diana's name was called as the first place winner. M.O.M. clapped along with Gerald while Martin cheered and whooped for his step-sister.
"Did Martin get in trouble again?" Diana asks spotting M.O.M. beside her brother and hoping the woman wasn't there for her. About a month after the disappearing Tourists mystery M.O.M. had made combat lessons for the two teens and one caveman mandatory…and she made herself the instructor.
Diana couldn't even last a minute against the quarter Japanese woman since she didn't know how to fight unless you count punching Martin when he didn't fight back physically as fighting. Java lasted maybe a minute and a half at the most before M.O.M. took him down, using her small frame to her advantage against the lumbering caveman who couldn't keep up with her speed. The only one who posed an actual problem for her was Martin since his fighting style was so wild and chaotic that she could barely keep up. Only experience had kept her from outright loosing at first, now though most of their spars ended in draws. Diana would swear up and down on her favorite books that M.O.M. had it out for her and 'forgot' her own strength on purpose when fighting the brown haired girl.
"Nope. I came because Martin invited me and because I heard you two were in the fair." M.O.M. said looking a little amused at Diana's assumption while Martin ushered them towards a painting that had the first place ribbon on it. M.O.M.s breath hitched in her throat when she saw the painting that she instinctively knew to be Martins. It was a beautifully done painting of M.O.M. in her center uniform and beating the crap out of who M.O.M. vaguely recognized to be Octavia with Martin, with his back to the painting helping fight the 'Ultimate Monster' in the background with Java and the mutated Diana without trying to destroy her office, where the painting was taking place, much more than it already had been. The painting had managed to show M.O.M.s anger, determination, and protectiveness through her intense green eyes that had a small bit of red near the center or the iris.
"What do you think?" Martin asks breaking M.O.M. out of her trance.
"In my opinion I believe the second place should have won. This one seems a little haphazard and sloppy and the piece of work isn't very realistic. This one however," Gerard pointed to the second place painting, "Is realistic and beautiful and very scientific in a strange way."
M.O.M. felt rage build up in her at those words. Martins' painting was amazing and was nowhere near sloppy while the second and third place paintings were nowhere near as detailed or beautiful as Martins. Martin didn't claim the painting as his own but she knew it was his work and his work alone.
"I happen to like this painting the best out of all the ones I have seen so far. It conveys a message I believe all males should learn." M.O.M. said bringing attention to her while Gerald Mystery looked slightly confused but still stood his ground despite how Martin looked at him dejectedly.
"Yes, well I don't think this deserved first place. Fourth maybe but…"
"So it didn't even place in your books?" Martin felt something inside him crack as he waited for his father's answer.
"I'm sorry son but I heard your art piece was in the competition, where is it?" Martin looked at his father, then at M.O.M., and then at Diana.
"Well? I'd like to see what my son created." M.O.M. resisted the urge to face palm. This idiot who claimed to be Martins dad couldn't even tell his 'sons' paintings from the rest.
"They must not have put it up." Martin said shoving his hands into his pockets and looking at his feet, "I need to go to the bathroom." M.O.M. was literally shaking with rage as she watched Martin as he disappeared into the crowd.
"What lesson did you think this painting was trying to convey to men, ma'am?" Gerald said completely disregarding his sons depressed behavior and hasty retreat as he turned to look at M.O.M. M.O.M. swung before Diana, who could see what was about to happen, could stop her. Everyone stopped and stared as Gerald Mystery landed on his butt with a hand on his already swelling black eye.
"I think the message Martin was trying to convey in his painting was to not piss me off!" M.O.M. said stressing Martins name and the fact that she was the pissed looking woman in his painting that had won first place but still didn't earn his so called dads praise.
"You call yourself his dad when you couldn't even figure out that it was his painting that you just admitted you didn't think even deserved an award although he won first place! Let me go Diana!" M.O.M. said loud enough for everyone gathered around to hear while she struggled against Diana who was doing her best to restrain the pissed off purple haired woman. She knew the only reason why she wasn't flat on her back or thrown across the quad was because she wasn't the target of the Center head's ire…this time.
"Not until you calm down! I understand that you're angry but we don't need police trying to arrest you for maiming my dad!" Diana said grunting with the effort of trying to hold back the much stronger woman while Java walked out of the crowd and lifted M.O.M. in the air in a bear hug so that she couldn't get to Gerald, who was looking at her in shock.
"I've barely known Martin for more than a year (that he or anyone else knows about M.O.M. mentally added.) and I could tell that it was his painting!" M.O.M. raged at the blond man who now had a very prominent black eye.
"I understand that you are rightfully angry but you have to calm down!" Diana said before seeing that this had no effect what-so-ever on the angered woman and tried a different approach.
"I don't think Martin would like it too much if he found out that you are trying to kill his dad!" Diana said making M.O.M. calm down immediately.
"Put me down Java. I'm going to go find Martin before he does anything stupid and reckless." M.O.M. ordered the caveman who set her down on her feet before she calmly walked away from the large gathering of curious teens and adults, who were merely staring after her in shock, to find Martin. Gerald stood up and looked around at everyone who was now glaring at him for how he treated Martin confused.
"What did I do?" He asked not seeing a punch coming from Diana's friend Jenny until he was flat on his back again while said female stalked off in a huff to look for the flaming haired boy.
A few minutes later out near the stage set up for the musical entrants.
"I can't find Martin anywhere. He is in the musical fair so he might show up to perform." M.O.M. reported to a worried looking Diana, Java, and Jenny while her blood boiled when she saw the impassive look on Geralds face.
"Next up is Martin Mystery who will be playing the guitar and singing for us. Martin?" The announcer said making everyones heads snap to the stage in a nanosecond. Martin calmly walked onto the stage with his flame covered guitar in his hands and his face completely blank as he sat on the stool and began to strum his guitar. Everyone immediately noticed that his hair was bluer than blond right now as was his eyes.
"Oh great. He's going to completely disappoint and embarrass me by singing some hippy song." Gerald Mystery groaned a little too loudly as he ended up flat on his back again after M.O.M. had bodily thrown him over her shoulder and kicked him in the gut. (Martin singing will be in bold.)
"If I wasn't here tomorrow
Would anybody care
If my time was up I'd wanna know
You were happy I was there
If I wasn't here tomorrow
Would anyone lose sleep
If I wasn't hard and hollow
Then maybe you would miss me
I know I'm a mess and I wanna be someone
Someone that I like better
I can never forget
So don't remind me of it forever
What if I just pulled myself together
Would it matter at all
What if I just try not to remember
Would it matter at all
All the chances that have passed me by
Would it matter if I gave it one more try
Would it matter at all
If I wasn't here tomorrow
Would anybody care
Still stuck inside this sorrow
I've got nothing and going nowhere
I know I'm a mess and I wanna be someone
Someone that I like better
I can never forget
So don't remind me of it forever
What if I just pulled myself together
Would it matter at all
What if I just try not to remember
Would it matter at all
All the chances that have passed me by
Would it matter if I gave it one more try
Would it matter at all
I know I'm a mess and I wanna be someone
Someone that I like better
Can you help me forget
Don't wanna feel like this forever, forever
What if I just pulled myself together
Would it matter at all
What if I just try not to remember
Would it matter at all
All the chances that have passed me by
Would it matter if I gave it one more try
If I left tomorrow
Would anybody care
Stuck in this sorrow
Going nowhere
All the chances that have passed me by
Would it matter if I gave it one more try
Would it matter at all"
Martin calmly walked off of the stage after he finished singing, not noticing how almost every female was crying at how sorrow filled and dead his voice sounded. M.O.M. quickly caught up with the blond just after he escaped everyone else's eyes sight and pulled him into a hug.
"I care and I would miss you. So would Diana, Jenny, Billy, and Java. You are not any of those things Martin and you have all of us here to prove it to you and to care about you. So don't ever think that no one would care ever again!" M.O.M. said not caring about how a few tears made their way down her face as she continued to hug her son, trying to convey all the thoughts and feelings she couldn't express to him right now. She just hoped that her son wouldn't do anything drastic and if he did, she wouldn't know what she would do.
She only kept from committing suicide after his disappearance at birth because there had been a chance he was still alive. If she lost him so soon after she found him and started being able to actually do her job as his mother, well she didn't think she would be able to handle it.