Lex/Scott Thursday Afternoon
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xp_logsLex meets Scott in the garage and decides to join the X-Men.
Lex wandered out of the kitchen with another pear in his hands, he was going to have to go to the store to pick up more to replenish the stock. As he walked out on the porch he thought about Scott's reply,
was he going to meet everyone in the garage. He mulled the idea over in his head as he sliced his pear and walked to the side entrance. So, Scott was the man to talk about getting into the X-Men. Lex still
couldn't believe that Charles had a secret group that fought to protect mutants and ordinary people alike. The more Forge had described to him over breakfast the less he'd been able to contain his excitement. He'd found a reason to be here. He wanted to be an X-Man.
Opening the door to the garage, Lex stepped in and looked around. The jeep was still there, and Lil's bike seemed intact, which was very good because he didn't want her confronting him about tampering with
it. Scott was nowhere in sight, so Lex wandered around, checking all of the cars out and seeing which he'd most like to own. He stopped at the Rolls-Royce and almost gasped. He knew they lived in luxury but that car topped everything he'd seen. He turned around and saw a pair of legs sticking out from underneath another amazing car, a 1949 Alfa Romeo.
"She needs a lot of work, clearly," came the voice from underneath the car. "Going to do the body work last, for obvious reasons..."
"Yeah, I can only imagine. Where'd you find her?" Lex walked around the car as he spoke, checking out every detail of it. It was a beautiful car, even unfinished, and he thought any man who'd be willing to restore something so good, had to be fun. He kept inspecting it and then realized that the guy below it might not be
Scott. "Um... you are Scott, right?"
Scott rolled out from under the car, giving Lex a crooked grin. "I am Scott, yes. And she came from an old college friend of mine." He gave the car a little pat as he got up, looking around for a rag to wipe his hands.
"Well, he's a very nice friend." Lex smiled back, "If you need any help, just let me know." He grabbed a rag from the toolbox and tossed it to Scott. Then he leaned against a nearby car. The guy seemed to be pretty cool, and he didn't seem mad about Forge letting him in on their secret, so Lex thought the conversation might be rather easy.
"So. Forge gave you the standard 'hey, there's a mutant strikeforce operating out of the basement' talk," Scott said, wiping his hands. "I suppose it was timely, given that I imasgine you saw the Blackbird go
out."
"Come back, actually. I was apparently oblivious to it leaving." He laughed a little, last night had been insane. "And yeah, he gave me the rundown. Everything I was clear to know about, anyway."
"Well, it is a stealth jet," Scott said drolly, going over to grab his water bottle where he'd left it on the tool bench. He took a long sip before he continued. "So if he gave you everything the standard mansion inhabitant is cleared to know, I'm wondering what you want with me?" He suspected, of course. He just wanted to hear the other man say it.
"I want to sign up." He smiled to hide his annoyance, because he thought he'd been fairly clear in his email. "What do I need to do?"
"You said 'direction'," Scott pointed out, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "I just wanted to make sure we were absolutely clear. We've got some people working with us - very good people, mind you, but they're here for training. Theirs is not a long-term committment."
"Well then, that settles that." Lex laughed, he was having a very hard time understanding the man before him. "Now, if you wouldn't mind... I think I'm here for the long haul."
"We don't ask for specific terms of service or anything," Scott said, almost playfully for a moment before he grew more serious. "Totally voluntary. I'll be honest, your particular skill set could make you very valuable to us. But it's probably also going to require a lot of re-training. We're not the military, after all."
Lex nodded his understanding. "I take it I'm not suppose to kill people. That's not too much of a problem, I've seen enough people killed on my account." He looked around, felt like Scott was beating around the bush, and decided to ask. "So are there tryouts or do I ask 'when do I start' and we shake hands to seal the deal?" Lex was clearly getting frustrated, he tried to put a good natured spin on it, but Scott seemed perfectly content to not say what needed to be done for Lex to rejoin the fight.
Impatient, Scott thought. That could be good and bad, both. "Well, firstly I send you access codes at your brand-new Xavier email," he said, "so that you can get into the team database and read up on precisely what we do. We keep meticulous mission reports, so you should get a sense of the sort of thing that happens when that plane goes up. There's also a lot of training documentation in there - evaluations, Danger Room scenarios, tactical reviews, that sort of thing. Then, once you've done that and decided it still sounds like it's for you, you go and talk to the Professor - he founded this team, and anyone on it needs to fully understand why he did that. Then, you have a full physical. Then, Ororo or I - probably me, given the nature of your mutation - evaluates your powers and level of control."
"Now, was that so hard?" Lex forced a smile onto his face, even though he hated mission reports. "I'll do my homework, captain, you just get me an interview." He laughed as though he'd said something funny, trying to gauge Scott's sense of humor.
Scott just smiled, a glint of amusement in his real eye. "Make sure you drink the tea, when Charles offers it to you. That's how we pull off the mind control. Something else you should be aware of," he went on, "we have trainees as young as seventeen. At least for the first little while, you will be on the same rung of the ladder as them."
Lex didn't like the sound of that. After ten years of being in the military, he didn't want to have to repeat that. He paced a little bit, looking back at Scott a few times before he made his decision. His instincts kicked in, and he returned to the soldier boy everyone thought he was. "Sir, I'm your man, Sir," he said, saluting.
"Scott," was the mild reply. "Or Cyclops, if we're training or in the field. And on the bright side, about the worst thing that'll happen early on in the training process is that you'll get a stupid nickname." He smiled again. "Think of it as a hazing ritual."
"Well, it couldn't have been worse than my basic nickname. I'd tell you about it, but I don't want to give you any ideas..." He smiled and laughed. How he hated his nickname.
Lex wandered out of the kitchen with another pear in his hands, he was going to have to go to the store to pick up more to replenish the stock. As he walked out on the porch he thought about Scott's reply,
was he going to meet everyone in the garage. He mulled the idea over in his head as he sliced his pear and walked to the side entrance. So, Scott was the man to talk about getting into the X-Men. Lex still
couldn't believe that Charles had a secret group that fought to protect mutants and ordinary people alike. The more Forge had described to him over breakfast the less he'd been able to contain his excitement. He'd found a reason to be here. He wanted to be an X-Man.
Opening the door to the garage, Lex stepped in and looked around. The jeep was still there, and Lil's bike seemed intact, which was very good because he didn't want her confronting him about tampering with
it. Scott was nowhere in sight, so Lex wandered around, checking all of the cars out and seeing which he'd most like to own. He stopped at the Rolls-Royce and almost gasped. He knew they lived in luxury but that car topped everything he'd seen. He turned around and saw a pair of legs sticking out from underneath another amazing car, a 1949 Alfa Romeo.
"She needs a lot of work, clearly," came the voice from underneath the car. "Going to do the body work last, for obvious reasons..."
"Yeah, I can only imagine. Where'd you find her?" Lex walked around the car as he spoke, checking out every detail of it. It was a beautiful car, even unfinished, and he thought any man who'd be willing to restore something so good, had to be fun. He kept inspecting it and then realized that the guy below it might not be
Scott. "Um... you are Scott, right?"
Scott rolled out from under the car, giving Lex a crooked grin. "I am Scott, yes. And she came from an old college friend of mine." He gave the car a little pat as he got up, looking around for a rag to wipe his hands.
"Well, he's a very nice friend." Lex smiled back, "If you need any help, just let me know." He grabbed a rag from the toolbox and tossed it to Scott. Then he leaned against a nearby car. The guy seemed to be pretty cool, and he didn't seem mad about Forge letting him in on their secret, so Lex thought the conversation might be rather easy.
"So. Forge gave you the standard 'hey, there's a mutant strikeforce operating out of the basement' talk," Scott said, wiping his hands. "I suppose it was timely, given that I imasgine you saw the Blackbird go
out."
"Come back, actually. I was apparently oblivious to it leaving." He laughed a little, last night had been insane. "And yeah, he gave me the rundown. Everything I was clear to know about, anyway."
"Well, it is a stealth jet," Scott said drolly, going over to grab his water bottle where he'd left it on the tool bench. He took a long sip before he continued. "So if he gave you everything the standard mansion inhabitant is cleared to know, I'm wondering what you want with me?" He suspected, of course. He just wanted to hear the other man say it.
"I want to sign up." He smiled to hide his annoyance, because he thought he'd been fairly clear in his email. "What do I need to do?"
"You said 'direction'," Scott pointed out, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "I just wanted to make sure we were absolutely clear. We've got some people working with us - very good people, mind you, but they're here for training. Theirs is not a long-term committment."
"Well then, that settles that." Lex laughed, he was having a very hard time understanding the man before him. "Now, if you wouldn't mind... I think I'm here for the long haul."
"We don't ask for specific terms of service or anything," Scott said, almost playfully for a moment before he grew more serious. "Totally voluntary. I'll be honest, your particular skill set could make you very valuable to us. But it's probably also going to require a lot of re-training. We're not the military, after all."
Lex nodded his understanding. "I take it I'm not suppose to kill people. That's not too much of a problem, I've seen enough people killed on my account." He looked around, felt like Scott was beating around the bush, and decided to ask. "So are there tryouts or do I ask 'when do I start' and we shake hands to seal the deal?" Lex was clearly getting frustrated, he tried to put a good natured spin on it, but Scott seemed perfectly content to not say what needed to be done for Lex to rejoin the fight.
Impatient, Scott thought. That could be good and bad, both. "Well, firstly I send you access codes at your brand-new Xavier email," he said, "so that you can get into the team database and read up on precisely what we do. We keep meticulous mission reports, so you should get a sense of the sort of thing that happens when that plane goes up. There's also a lot of training documentation in there - evaluations, Danger Room scenarios, tactical reviews, that sort of thing. Then, once you've done that and decided it still sounds like it's for you, you go and talk to the Professor - he founded this team, and anyone on it needs to fully understand why he did that. Then, you have a full physical. Then, Ororo or I - probably me, given the nature of your mutation - evaluates your powers and level of control."
"Now, was that so hard?" Lex forced a smile onto his face, even though he hated mission reports. "I'll do my homework, captain, you just get me an interview." He laughed as though he'd said something funny, trying to gauge Scott's sense of humor.
Scott just smiled, a glint of amusement in his real eye. "Make sure you drink the tea, when Charles offers it to you. That's how we pull off the mind control. Something else you should be aware of," he went on, "we have trainees as young as seventeen. At least for the first little while, you will be on the same rung of the ladder as them."
Lex didn't like the sound of that. After ten years of being in the military, he didn't want to have to repeat that. He paced a little bit, looking back at Scott a few times before he made his decision. His instincts kicked in, and he returned to the soldier boy everyone thought he was. "Sir, I'm your man, Sir," he said, saluting.
"Scott," was the mild reply. "Or Cyclops, if we're training or in the field. And on the bright side, about the worst thing that'll happen early on in the training process is that you'll get a stupid nickname." He smiled again. "Think of it as a hazing ritual."
"Well, it couldn't have been worse than my basic nickname. I'd tell you about it, but I don't want to give you any ideas..." He smiled and laughed. How he hated his nickname.
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