#summersofscott

When: Present Day Where: District X - School With: Scott Summers @summersofscott

A month... a little more even. He’d been trapped far too long. Unable to move, to be free. Hell, he’d not even been able to watch for the first week. Now things were finally beginning to work as he needed them to. Now he could move forward with his plan. The school in District X had mirrors in many places, one excellent choice was the bathrooms but there was a full length one in the one hallway of the school that would suit him best. 

He waited, watching for days, learning, until the time was right. Evening had fallen and Scott Summers was walking down the hallway, back to his home? To visit a student? He didn’t know, nor did he care. Instead, he struck-

As Scott walked past the mirror a humanoid figure who seemed to be made of glass shot out, grabbed him by an arm and pulled him back into the mirror. The surface rippled for a few moments and then- Scott stepped back out, stumbled a little, and continued walking as though nothing had happened. 

Inside the Mirrorverse, Evan cried. 

“Holy shit!” he stumbled back as Scott fell in front of him. Dressed in only a plain white t-shirt and jogging bottoms he hardly looked threatening and he stared at Scott like he was some kind of alien, the look only could be disconcerting seeing as his iris’ seemed shattered, like two broken mirrors. 

It had taken a fair bit of the day, but Bobby had finally found this District X (had to be named after Professor Xavier) he waved jovially at the folks by the entrance, one of them cocking their head at him oddly. Putting on a brave face and playing at confidence he didn’t feel he grinned, “Hey! I’m Bobby Drake, apparently this is this place for mutants to be!” The two people seemed a little stumped so he showed off his powers by making a snowball and throwing it.

Huh, that just really seemed to put them off. He was gonna question it but they were letting him in saying they’d take him to the school so he wasn’t gonna complain. He chatted the whole time (thinking it best to keep the whole ‘from the past’ thing under wraps) and eventually they reached the school and some office, them gesturing him to go inside like they were nervous about following. Weird. 

The test had been a resounding success. Jihl had spent the last day all but preening as she’d spoken to other NOVA heads and her superior about how all threads in the city had been cut off in a matter of moments. The appearance of gangs had been something of an unexpected thorn but NOVA and the police had handled it, as was their duty and their duty alone. 

Now was the time to capitalise on the situation. Jihl hadn’t expected District X to accept NOVA’s invitation for communication but then, they were hardly in a state to counter them now. So she sat as she had many months ago, in full uniform, waiting for Mr. Summers to appear on her screen. 

Bobby’s golems had been scouring the city for over two days, searching every nook, cranny, basement and attic for any signs of a NOVA facility or Mutants being abused. For the whole period he’d sat cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom, still as the ice that made up his body. The ice had spread very closely and most of his room was frozen by this point but the golems had finished their fruitful searches and in seconds Bobby was de-iced, leaning forward on his hands and panting like he’d ran a marathon from the strain of it all. 

Jesus... it was too much information, what he’d seen what they’d been doing! Bobby felt tears falling down his cheeks and blindly stumbled into his small kitchen, fumbling for his phone he hit a speed dial and waited for Scott to pick up and spoke in a very strained voice.

“Scott, you gotta get over here, m’done and- oh god-” more images flashed over his mind and the last meal he’d eaten before freezing himself reappeared as Bobby  violently vomited in his own sink. Coughing and spluttering he mumbled, “Get here.“ Into the phone and hung up.

When Scott arrived Bobby was slumped on the floor and a large portion of his apartment was frozen, his powers never reacted well to big emotions and Bobby’d never been that skilled at keeping his emotions in check. 

Linda had been giving permission to set herself up in this new district and she wouldn’t look back; her prerogative had always been to go where people needed her most and Linda felt she could do that so much more in here than she could out there. She wanted to be a source of comfort, of help to these people in this time of great stress and... perhaps to show that despite what had happened not all humans were so cruel.

So, she walked into the school and looked around, somewhat lost before she found the man she was looking for, the red glasses were something of a giveaway. “Mr Summers?” she asked, walking forward and stretching a hand out, “My name is Dr. Linda Martin, I’ve been given permission to stay here despite being human and I wanted to offer my services to your school if you’d be interested? Erik vouched for my being here.” she added, figuring that would negotiations easier. 

The riots had been tough to listen to but Bobby knew it was dangerous to be there. He was one of the original five X-Men after all, his presence might have be more harmful then bolstering. And Scott... Well, he was second in profile only to Erik but it must’ve been even worse for him not have not been there, fighting to their rights when others had been.

Okay Bobby, you got this. It won’t be hard, just gotta sit one of your best friends/older brother figures and let him know that you like dudes. It won’t be hard or scary at all. Approach this in a mature, adult fashion...

Of course, his inner pep talk went out the window as he knocked on then walked into Scott’s room to find him alone not looking too busy, crap. “Hey Scott, Scottmeister, Scott-a-rooney! How’re ya doing?” You’re already acting weird! “Say can I uhh, can I have a quick chat with you man?”