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| Topic Started: Apr 25 2015, 08:15 AM (295 Views) | |
| Marvel Girl | Apr 25 2015, 08:15 AM Post #1 |
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Date: March 16th Time: 10:57am Knowing that she wasn't going to be born in this timeline had hit Rachel harder than she had first assumed. There had alway been the possibility that it was going to happen, she had known that from the start of Franklin and her own messing with the timeline. For the past nine months, she had been asking herself the question of what if? Still her birthday had come around, and there had been no birth, at least not in this dimension. Despite putting on a brave face Rachel found herself needing some time to get away from it all, to put the voices in her head that questioned whether she was going to disappear at moments notice if the very threads of reality that were attached to her were one day going just to be severed and cast her into nothingness. Despite her boyfriend being capable of manipulating such forces, there was no calm for Rachel within the school. She needed to get away, and so she had done. Shortly after her birthday Rachel had packed a small bag and left quietly, it was by no means a permanent leave of absence, it was more of a sabbatical giving her the chance she needed to quieten the voices and find herself again and accept the knowledge that in this world, it perhaps wasn't meant to be. It hadn't been a holiday; that had never been the intention. Instead, Rachel had found herself working in the places hit hardest by the Illuminati. Her powers were hidden at all times. Instead, Rachel had worked with her hands doing every task that had been thrown at her. For two months it had kept her busy - the work was hard and her hands calloused. Even now, there were still places in the world that were rebuilding from the damage caused by the Illuminati. While initially the work had no effect on the telepath's mind, the more she did, the more she threw herself into it and ultimately the more she saw herself doing good. Not just for her sake, or for the future's sake, but for the world's sake the questions began to quieten. There might have been a day when she was going to disappear, it might be tomorrow or a year from now but while she was doing good she had a place in this world. She was a summers, and she was going to do what all Summers did. With her questions answered, it was time to head home. Despite her distance from the school, she had never been alone, not really. There had been the conversations with Franklin, even over such great distances the pair could still communicate through a mix of both of their powers. Feet touching the ground, the carryall slung over her shoulder, Rachel opened the front door of the school. There was a feeling something that Rachel hadn't felt in a long time; she was home. For so long she had denied herself so much so she could do what needed to be done, but now there no longer was a future to be protected, or a world to be saved from the Illuminati. She now realised that it was time to focus upon herself, to build relationships with people she had been keeping at arms length for so long. This was her home now, and it was the time she started to treat it as such. The entrance hall was as grand as ever, perhaps a little too grand for someone that was wearing tatty clothes, and covered in a thin layer of dust. It was something that Rachel was used to, but there was a longing now for a shower and clean clothes. The sounds of the students off in other parts of the school was welcome, and perhaps just as strange was just how welcome it was to feel every mutant in the school around her. So much so that it brought a smile to the young Summers face. Something that was all too often missing in the past few years. |
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| Young Cyclops | Apr 28 2015, 12:25 AM Post #2 |
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They were apparently closing in on something that might help them find Warren, according to what Jeannie had been telling them. Cerebro gave her a headache, so he hadn't pushed her much, because, let's face it he understood headaches. He had them all the time because of his powers, he wasn't about to make her have them using hers. So, he was waiting for her to tell them what they've found, or to find some sort of clue, or something. He didn't know what they were waiting for, but he hated it, hated hated hated to wait. Scott wasn't sure if that changed but right now, at age seventeen, he absolutely hated to wait. So, he decided that if he was going to have to wait, he was going to make the most of it. He'd seen what his older self looked like, how he was going to grow up. There was a touch of grey at his temples and he had an almost imperceptible limp to his left knee, but other than that adult him was tall, strong and in really good shape, which made his teenage counterpart even more ashamed of his gawky and gangly physique. So, he'd decided to get started on that now. He was a range fighter, sure, but there was clearly some times when he was going to have fight with his fists. Scott had only ever been on the receiving end of a fist punch. So, that was going to have to change. He'd gotten up early, which he always did, but he had gone outside and spent the morning jogging around the school grounds until he was sweaty, tired, and a little red from the sun. It... really felt good. It felt like... progress on something. Eventually though, his stomach started suggesting to him that it would be a good idea to go indoors to get some food. So, after carefully wiping his face on his sleeve, he headed inside and nearly ran into a girl a little older than him standing in the foyer. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't see you." |
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| Marvel Girl | Apr 28 2015, 04:32 PM Post #3 |
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It was good to see that the school carried on as normal while she had been away. Not out of some narcissistic belief that it couldn't cope with her, but more from the knowledge that Franklin might not have let her know if something had come up in her absence. The trip had been important to her, it was needed, and now she was back ready to pick up where she left off. Some things didn't seem to change no matter how long you were away for, and Rachel was soon reminded that she was back in a busy school when one of the students bumped into her from behind dislodging the bag that was draped over her shoulder. He was quick to apologise, and the voice was pretty instantly recognisable. There was no missing the voice of your father, and Rachel turned to look at the man, which was when the confusion set in. Instead of the man that was her father, there was a mouse. Rachel was stopped dead in her tracks because while there had been a chance it might have been one of the younger students putting on an impersonation of her father, this was one step further than that. Had it been a shapeshifter then they would have looked like her father. Not the scrawny adolescent version of him that was stood before her now. Though they even had a version of his glasses, so someone had either done their research or shenanigans were at play. Rather than jump straight in at the deep end which Rachel was prone to do on occasion, she was trying to go for the softly, softly approach. "It's alright, no harm done." Given he wasn't all that imposing, or moving all that fast, there wasn't really any risk of her coming to any real harm. "I don't think we've met before, who are you?" It wasn't like this was the first time there was a younger version of another mutant around at the school - Joseph resided her, but Rachel was going to give it the benefit of the doubt that this was a prank. Not a case of something happening to her father while she was away and nobody contacting her to let her know. |
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| Young Cyclops | Apr 28 2015, 05:13 PM Post #4 |
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The girl turned around and she looked so much like Jean that for a moment, Scott half expected her to chide him for not recognizing her new hair cut or something, but then, as he looked closer he realized it wasn't Jean, she was... someone else. He looked at her luggage and remembered what Franklin had teased him about in the meeting... Could this... could this girl be... "I... I think some explaining is in order," he said, wishing that he wasn't a sweaty exhausted mess in borrowed gym shorts and a t-shirt that hung on his lanky frame. He pushed too long damp bangs off of his forehead and wiped his hand on his leg before sticking it awkwardly out towards the girl. "I'm Scott Summers," he said, "Um...from... from 1995. There's some time traveling weirdness going on right now, and I am pretty sure that... that you know who I am because, I suspect I think I know who you are. I don't want to say because if I'm wrong, then I am going to look like an even bigger idiot than I already do, but if you are her... I mean, who I think you are then I... then we.... " He dropped his hand and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, ever since I found about you, I've been wondering if we should meet or not. Franklin tried to explain some things to me, about you and him, and about what happened but I was sort of hoping that you wouldn't come back until after we were gone. Scott... Older me... he wasn't certain that us meeting would be a good idea either, so he asked Franklin not to contact you and let you know we arrived but..." He smiled the embarrassed smile that she probably never would have seen, the teenager's emotions too close to the surface to be hidden behind the stoicism he would develop as an adult. "You... you are Rachel, aren't you?" he finally blurted out, unable to stop himself. "I mean, you have to be, you look... you look just like Jean... but your eyes... the shape of them, I mean... they're... they're like mine..." Scott took another deep breath and then, with far less confidence than he would like, but more than he expected, he said, "Rachel... I'm your father..." He smiled, and said, "That was a little too Darth Vader, wasn't it?" |
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| Marvel Girl | Apr 28 2015, 05:58 PM Post #5 |
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That was exactly how Rachel hoped the conversation wasn't going to start. It could have been worse though, it could have been an optic beam to the face. Given that he hadn't gone out of his way to start anything with Rachel she would give him the benefit of the doubt. It wasn't like the other people at the school let an evil clone of Scott Summers wander about unattended. So far, Rachel had resisted opening herself up telepathically and probing at the young Scott Summers. There was still some discomfort around the invasion of privacy thing unless Rachel was sure that they posed a threat to herself or her own. Scott's hand shot out, and he announced himself to be Scott Summers. The Scott Summers of 1995. It was quite surreal; Rachel was used to the Cyclops who was confident in himself, a leader through and through, the sort of person that Rachel was growing up to be like. The hand dropped away again as he rambled to explain himself. Rachel wasn't quite sure of how she should be responding to a situation such as this either; it was very surreal. Though now she had some understanding of how Scott and Jean must have felt when her identity had been revealed to them. "Is that so," Rachel spoke as Scott began to talk of Franklin and then of her father wanting to keep her away from them. "Well it seems that so far we have not caused a rip in the time stream have we?" However just because there hadn't been a time destroying event didn't mean that Older Scott and Franklin were going to get away with keeping her in the dark about what was going on at the school while she had been away. This was her home, and they were her family, she had a right to know about such things and she would deal with them later. Still the way Scott was acting meant she couldn't be mad, not truly. It was endearing to see that at one point in his life her father had been just like any of the other students that crossed the threshold of the school. Completely debunking any ideas that he had the emotional spectrum of a piece of two by four. "Yes, I am Rachel," She smiled in return not wanting to keep Scott guessing any longer than he had to. This must be just as awkward for him as it had been for her when she first arrived in this time, and she could sympathise. "It was just a little Darth Vaderish. Though at least you aren't going to try and claim my hand in a duel now." The smile was only growing as she spoke to the Scott of the 1990s. "So how does teenage Scott Summers arrive in this time and how long have you been here." Now that she had the answers that she was looking for, Rachel allowed herself just to skim the very top thoughts of his mind. So far, she could only pick up the base drives that kept him going at the moment, and right now that was hunger. "Though talking about it out here isn't as comfortable as it is sat in the cafeteria." Gesturing towards the direction where Scott had been heading in the first place. "After you." |
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| Young Cyclops | Apr 28 2015, 10:13 PM Post #6 |
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She ran with his Darth Vader joke, confirming that she was, indeed, Rachel, and his... his daughter. Wow. A daughter. Had he been a good Dad? Had she had a good life? Was she strong and capable and happy, mostly was she happy? She seemed it, and even as she lightly tickled across his thoughts, she seemed in control and confident. He liked her already, and he hoped that she would like him... well, adult him, he supposed, but teen him as well. When she suggested they head into lunch, he nodded and said, "Yeah, I had breakfast but that was like at 6am when I got up. I've been outside, running, burning off some extra energy. We're sort of stuck here until..." Scott stopped and said, "Sorry, this is all probably pretty weird, so let me try to explain it." They entered the cafetorium, which was definitely something different from his time. There were only five of them and the Professor. There wasn't even a cook. The Professor had taught them what they needed to know, and they made their meals together, ate together, like a family. This was definitely more like a school, and Scott wondered if that was an improvement or not. He didn't think about that right now though, as he took a tray, and loaded it up with food. His adult self was a moderate eater, neither extraordinarily picky nor adventurous, but his teen self was like all teenagers. Despite his thin frame, Scott ate a lot and not very well. The many armed cafeteria lady smiled as she slipped a couple extra pieces of pizza onto his tray, and she dropped a wink, amused by the young version of the stern man who had hired her. As they moved along the line, alone mostly, because most of the classes didn't let out until noon, Scott explained how he and his team had come forward in time, expecting to find Warren here, but when they discovered he wasn't here, they sort of got stuck until they figured out where he was. Assuring her that the Professor was going to erase their memories when they returned so they didn't mess up history, he concluded, "So, we've basically just been here learning a lot of really strange things about ourselves, not the weirdest is that Jean... Um... your mother and I... I mean, right now, right as things stand, she's dating Warren, and I'm not even a blip on the radar. She... doesn't really like me all that much, but Adult Jean... she promises me that changes. I assume it does or else you wouldn't exist, but right now... it seems unlikely." They took a table in the corner, so that they could be alone even when the kids came in, Scott tucked into his lunch, and between huge bites of pizza, said, "Is this as weird for you as it is for me? I mean, I bet I seem like pretty much a doofus compared to him... Adult me. People keep telling me I'm this big thing when I 'grow up'... but... it makes me reeeeeeeally embarrassed. Seems like it's going to be hard to live up to him." |
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| Marvel Girl | Apr 29 2015, 05:24 PM Post #7 |
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Burdening the young Scott with the details of her life was something Rachel couldn't do. She was also glad that Franklin and the elder Scott had kept the details of how they had come to be here scant. Time travel wasn't a science that was understood while Rachel was living proof that the past could be changed without the future completely changing. At least that was how she figured it worked with her not being born and her still being here in the past. That wasn't any excuse to burden young Scott with everything that had led to them all coming back to the past. Scott was keen on lunch; that was a positive thing. "I'd eaten a little before I left, but it was trail mix mostly." What was left of the food she had bought while she had been away. "You've been exercising since six?" Rachel was sort of surprised. Then again given all that he had to deal with then it was no surprise that he was throwing himself into something that could keep his mind off all the time travel shenanigans. Making their way into the Cafetorium, Rachel grabbed a tray and put a small amount of food onto her plate. Where young Scott ate like a true teenager, Rachel on the other, hand was a grazer. The result of never being able to stop and cook lavish meals while in the resistance. Instead she ate a little and often, which wasn't going to change even though she didn't have to remain on the move. Still old habits died hard and all that. While normally the Cafetorium would hardly be Rachel's venue of choice for a talk such as this, it was still early enough in the day for most of the students to be in their lessons and not playing audience to this. Not that there was anything to see, but Rachel understood how the school's gossip mill worked. Moving through the line, Rachel listened to what Scott had to say. It was weird hearing how her parents were caught up in the teen angst thing. ", Warren?" Rachel hadn't been old enough to talk about the past before she had lost her parents in the future. Things with her parents in this time hadn't got completely to normality to the point where they spoke about things like that. It was getting there, but it wasn't perfect. "Well, there's twenty years between then and now, and you've got plenty of time until I come along." If she came along she thought to herself. "Just let things take their course." Which was easier said than done, after you had visited the future and seen how it had turned out. They'd taken the corner table, and now they could talk a little more freely than they could have done in the line. "Honestly? It's not the weirdest thing I've had to do in my lifetime." Rachel wasn't about to start telling Scott about how Franklin existed twice in this timeline now, as the adult version and as the infant version. Nor any of the other complications that came from coming back in time for that matter. "But yes, I hadn't ever thought I'd meet a version of Dad that is younger than I am." She offered him a smile, to at least reassure him. It was weird, but she wasn't freaking out about it. "Filling his shoes is something we both have in common." Rachel took a bit out of a small slice of pizza before continuing. "I took over from you and mom in the time I came from. I have to fill both of your shoes." That was something Rachel was still working on and hopefully one day when she took the leadership mantle again she would do a better job than she had the first time around. |
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| Young Cyclops | Apr 29 2015, 06:39 PM Post #8 |
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She asked if he was exercising since six and Scott shook his head. "No, I had breakfast first, and then I walked around the school, looking at pictures and stuff, which was pretty interesting. You've had a lot of students come and go, haven't you? I mean, we had the five of us, and sometimes it felt very crowded." Scott shrugged, "A lot of the pictures have some scorching around the edges and that makes me think that my theory of something bad happening to the school is true, but no one will give me a real answer." He looked at her closely and said, "I know everyone thinks it's not import to our mission, but I'm trying to put things together to find out why Warren was taken, and how. The facts are, someone came to our time, bypassed the strongest telepath in the world, stole Warren out from under our noses, and then popped back here, leaving a trail that lead to this school. We get here and find out that this school was attacked to the point that it looks like large parts of it were entirely rebuilt. That's not all co-incidence. I don't believe in co-incidence. Somehow this is all connected, and I want to get my friend back and go home so that I can be this person everyone keeps wanting me to be." He looked down at his lunch, his face flushing slightly, as he realized how arrogant and sort of bossy that all sounded. "I'm sorry... I don't mean to be all... I just want my friend back, ok?" Rachel talked about how she had to fill their shoes where she came from and Scott figured that something had happened to them. "We're dead then," he said, "Because the man I met here? I don't think he's the retiring sort..." He picked up a pizza crust, and restlessly poked it at the piece beneath it. "You don't have to tell me, I don't think I want to know. It's funny though. You know, I never wanted to stay here. My plan was to sort of last out the winter, and then take what I could sell and get the hell out of here. I wanted to find Alex and take him away from wherever he was, and we could be a family together. What the Professor was trying to make me... it didn't seem possible and I'd never really gotten to make my own life... It seems like... like I never do make my own... but here... I get a different one that I didn't even know I wanted." |
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| Marvel Girl | Apr 29 2015, 07:32 PM Post #9 |
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"Oh right, that makes sense." Rachel nodded as Scott clarified that he hadn't been exercising since six am. "There's certainly been a lot of us yeah. Have they told you about the other X-teams yet? There's Alex over at Warren's place, Jamie in the city. Then alumni have gone on to work at SHIELD and Horizon Labs." The alumni of Xavier's were spreading everywhere now. It was certainly giving the school a lot more credibility and helped give a positive spin on the mutant lifestyle. "I grew up around here; it's all I've ever known." There was a fond smile to those memories that Rachel had of times when things were good before things went down the pan. "I'm not sure I could live anywhere else." And Rachel had never truly lived anywhere else. The time she had spent away from the school, she had hardly been in her mind, so that didn't really count. "You can understand why they don't tell you though? If they tell you and you know it's coming it could open up a whole new can of worms for things to get worse. Yes, it could be better but would you risk things being better with a chance where things could become even harder for you?" There were ways he could be told what he needed to know and then have it taken away before he went back to his own time. It wasn't a path that Rachel condoned and surely her mother and father had already considered such a path, so it wasn't her place to go forward with that just yet. Showing her feelings was something that Rachel still struggled with, she'd spent so long putting on the game face to show to the other members of the resistance that things would be alright that it had closed her off to those around her. It was another familiarity that Rachel had with her father of this time. Still this was her father, one of only a handful f people that Rachel could show her feelings around. Rachel instead reached out and put her hand on his own. "I understand, I know exactly what it's like to be in your shoes." After all the circumstances weren't all that different for her return to the past. Granted Rachel's return hadn't been her choice, and her mission wasn't to find and return it was to find and kill. "What better place could you be in for help though? It'll only be a matter of time until Warren is found." There was a pang of guilt on her face as Scott linked two and two together and worked out that something had happened to Scott and Jean in the future. Thankfully he didn't want to know any more about where she had come from. Luckily that timeline had disappeared with the stopping of the Illuminati. "Well you took what the others gave you and made it your own." Rachel tried to reassure him, "Things weren't always bad you know? There were some good times when I was younger. So maybe you do make your own, just the outside world is always needing us. It's a heavy burden being a Summers. For all of us." |
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| Young Cyclops | Apr 30 2015, 06:43 PM Post #10 |
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She told him about the other teams and he nodded, "I've heard a little. I met Alex, which was... he's doing so good, I mean, last time I saw him, he was in kindergarten, and now... I met his son too... my nephew. Dressed like that Captain America comic book. I didn't even know that comic book was still around..." Scott hitched his shoulders, "The Professor is going to wipe our memories when we get back. I wish it wasn't necessary. I wish we could remember so we could stop the bad things that are going to happen, but I get it. We can't change the past or the present will never happen. I might not marry... your mother... I might never get to be your father... I understand. I just don't like it." Scott smiled at Rachel, the sort of smile that no one ever saw from his adult self, embarrassed a little, maybe a little shy. He wasn't an extroverted young man, he wasn't a boy who believed a whole lot in himself, and he wasn't, absolutely not, a person who was capable of deep insights about himself. Those were things that would never change even as an adult, though they would be modified. Introversion would become stoicism. Constant self doubt would become preparative control. A lack of self value would be become a deep value for others. But right now he was seventeen, and way out of his depth here. Rachel put her hand on his and it made him uncomfortable. Not because she was a girl, which would usually have been the case. Knowing she was his future daughter was enough to keep any thoughts of her being a girl far far from his mind. No, he was uncomfortable because even two years after leaving Jack, he wasn't really accustomed to being affectionately touched at all. The last time he had been truly loved was half his lifetime ago. He disentangled his hand from hers, gently, using the excuse of needing to push his too long bangs out from in front of his glasses, and he said, "This has to be really really hard for everyone here that knows us... not just me, but Jean and Hank too. I mean, it seems like we've all sort of been built up into... well... these big world saving deals, and it turns out that as kids we're just as fuc... messed up as everyone else. It's gotta sorta tarnish our shine." |
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| Marvel Girl | May 2 2015, 11:56 AM Post #11 |
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"Oh yes, the book is most still around, if anything it's probably growing now." With Captain America being back and playing his part in the protection of the world, it was no real surprise that the collectables that came with the Super Soldier was back in force. "There's quite a few non-mutant heroes making a name for themselves now." Rachel had only met a couple and had seen the death of Daredevil broadcast over all media during Spiral's rain of terror, but they hadn't given up. "In fact Franklin's family could be considered to be of that ilk." There was no harm in speaking a little more freely now if Charles of 1995 was going to wipe their memories then the information wasn't going to do any real harm to anyone. "Yeah not remembering is probably a good thing, trust me on that." Rachel tried to offer him a smile, she wanted to but even so the fact that she was no longer born in this present was something that still bothered her. "Besides it won't be a life lived if you've got the cheat sheet to help you through it." Even though Rachel could get her head around the fact that this Scott was her father, she couldn't get around the fact about just how drastically different the two versions of Scott were. Especially when he withdrew his hand to push away his bangs. What Rachel needed to remember was that this Scott was still too close to his past, the events that made him who he was when he was older still raw to the touch. "Do you really think?" Rachel could see where Scott was coming from. Scott, Jean, Hank, Warren they were all the lifeblood of the X-Men. To see them in a state that everyone was not used to was certainly something though Rachel couldn't say for definite given she hadn't seen anyone else since they had got back from her trip. "I doubt anyone thinks that though, all the youngsters have, and are in your shoes. We've all made mistakes; that's why we are here." Granted Rachel had come here for other reasons, and her education had been more hands on, but the point was still valid. Rachel had learned a lot since she had come back to this time, she was no longer as spiky and distant as she had once been, and now she was learning to let people see her flaws and weaknesses. "If anything, they probably respect the older you more to see that you were once just like they were." Rachel began to pick at the salad that she'd put on her plate, "Who would you rather follow. The man that had never known what it was like to have to work your way up to the top, or the one that was handed leadership without any struggle?" Rachel knew who she would prefer to follow, and that was still the man that Scott would grow into, even if he hadn't been her dad. |
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| Young Cyclops | Jun 13 2015, 11:04 PM Post #12 |
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Rachel encouraged him that this was the way things were supposed to be, that he shouldn't know too much, that he shouldn't cheat himself on living the way he was supposed to and he understood that, but still, there was that part of Scott that wished it could be that easy. He was only seventeen, and his last six years of life had been so hard, the fact that it seemed to get even harder, and that he intentionally took those hardships on himself seemed... well, exhausting and miserable. But then, Rachel asked him that very pointed question, and it reminded him of all the things he had been told since coming here. All the students who had thanked him for what he had done/would someday do for them. All the good that he would do in the world despite all the bad the world would throw at him. He looked at the girl across from him, the young woman across from him, who was not only strong, and smart, but apparently competent and possibly even happy... Scott smiled at his daughter to be, and said, "I never thought I would be a parent, Rachel... I never thought I would be a good dad. I barely remember my dad, he wasn't around because he was a military guy and then... then, he was dead, and... well, I just thought that I wouldn't ever had kids, because I have no idea how to raise them, even after..." he waved a hand at his glasses. "But then, I get to see this future, where kids were saved by me, not just me, you know, but I had a lot to do with it," Scott said, not willing to take all the credit, "But kids here... they're happy, they're safe mostly. Kids like me who probably didn't have anywhere else to go. No one is making them commit crimes or using them as weapons, no one is hitting them or telling them they're freaks. I help that to happen. I help to keep kids from having to be hurt like I was. That's... that's hope. I... We give others hope, and it's kinda like... like we are the parents to lots of kids." He looked away embarrassed for a moment by his exuberance and then he looked up again, meeting Rachel's eyes as best he could and he said, "And, then... I meet you, and I see someone that... I can't imagine that I had a hand in raising. Someone who seems so... so strong and like... you can take on the world, do amazing good things. This is so weird because I'm younger than you but I'm so proud that you're my daughter... I'm just... I'm so proud to be your dad." |
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| Marvel Girl | Jun 20 2015, 06:08 PM Post #13 |
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Telekinesis, Telepathy
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Rachel was trying not to be too hard on the kid; it was an incredibly tough situation to be in and one she would not wish upon anyone. Rachel was currently living the reverse situation of Scott's, she had been in the world and came back, she knew too much and that information was always locked away in part of her memory. It was hard to look at someone knowing that someone's life would turn out in a particular way and not tell them - to try and change it. Franklin, Talia and Rachel had already changed much, but she couldn't know if she had changed everybody's future or just the major events, so to prevent any further damage to the timestream she kept the knowledge of people's future to herself unless she could really help it. "Without trying to sound biased, you are a pretty awesome Dad." Rachel returned the smile, "You gave me the start in life I needed to survive something no person should ever have to live through, and when I found my way back you took me in and gave me a home." IT was perhaps that which she appreciated most, their situation was not typical, and the fact that Scott and Jean had both adapted to it so easily made her all the more appreciative. "And yes you are the parents of a lot of kids, this school is the only home I have ever known. I might not be able to show it all the time, but everyone here is part of my family, and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." Pausing she took a bite out of her pizza slice, perhaps it was their shared oddness that made it so easy for her to open up to him, or for some other reason that she couldn't work out but she liked being able to open up a little more than she usually would with others at the school. "You and mum did an excellent job of raising me, I definitely wouldn't have made it through the war had you and mom not done such a good job of showing me what it meant to be a Summers." Things might not be how he wanted them to be yet, but having been here, he could see that they would get there eventually. It was time to move away from pushing responsibility and destiny upon Scott, it was time to make things a little lighter, to allow him to live as a teenager while he still could before the world decided to take away any semblance of a normal life away from him. "So what's the school like from your time? And the Professor? Does he still have hair back then?" A cheeky grin crossed her face if she couldn't sass the man that was practically a grandfather to her, then who could she sass? |
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