xp_logs | Alex and Scott || Summers Family Reunion

Needless to say, Alex is a little surprised - and suspicious - to wake up and find a mysterious man sitting next to his bed.

It was with a low, pained groan that Alex clawed his way back to consciousness, frowning slightly when his gaze was met with a stark white ceiling. What. Right. New York. He was in New York. He was in the med lab of a huge mansion.

Alex gave the man a long, hard look. Natural trust wasn't something that was coming easy to him right then. "I'm alright." His voice was still weary. "Who're you?"

"My name's Scott, I'm well I guess you could say I help run this place. Lorna told me about your adventure so I wanted to make sure you're ok." So Alex hadn't recognized him right away, that was to be expected right, he hadn't seen his version of Scott for years at this point. It's was a little disappointing but what had Scott been thinking, there was no way that Alex would instantly see him and realize who he was. So why hadn't he told him?

Scott. The name stirred something in the back of Alex's head, and he relaxed a bit, settling back against the pillow. Years may have passed, but he had never forgotten his precious big brother. "Good to meet you, Scott," he said after a moment. "Is...Is Lorna okay?" He wasn't happy with her at the moment, but he couldn't turn off his worry.

Scott's face soured, "She was here a while ago, I sent her off to get some sleep," it was better than telling Alex that the woman had taken one look at Scott's thunderous visage and decided discretion was hte better part of valour and had shot out of the room like a cork from a champagne bottle. "How about you? How're you feeling?"

That was a very unhappy look. Not that Alex couldn't relate, he wasn't too pleased with Lorna himself in that moment. But he was pretty sure he had a reason - what was Scott's excuse? "Alright, I think." He shrugged his shoulders a bit, wincing as he twisted. "Stiff. Sore. Done worse to myself though." Okay that was debatable. He was pretty sure his worse wipe out hadn't been as bad as this. But it was close.

Scott's eyebrows rose somewhere in the vicinity of his hairline, "What exactly have you been doing to yourself?" He asked in amazement, "Doesn't sound like you've lead the safest of lifestyles uptil now," Although he really wasn't one to talk was he.

Alex grinned a bit despite himself. "A little bit of everything. Biking, skateboarding, surfing, all that."

Scott smirked, "So you're basically an adrenaline junkie then?"

The younger man's grin widened a bit. "Worse kinds of junkie to be, right?"

Scott laughed, "I guess, still make your family go through it when you wind up telling them about it though. Especially if you go into graphic details, which after all you must."

Alex actually laughed. "Yeah, my poor moms had multiple heart attacks over the way I'd come home sometimes. Bloody and ripped it up, they hated it." He paused for a moment before saying off-handedly, "Ya know, I used to have a brother named Scott. Guess I still do. Maybe. I haven't seen him in years."

"That is kinda funny," Scott replied leaning back in his chair his heart almost beating out of his chest, this was the moment the. "it just so happens that I used to have a little brother called Alex too. I guess I never really introduced myself," Scott was torn between laughing and running out of the room, though he settled for desperately trying not to smile, "My name is Scott Summers."

Any comment Alex was about to make about wild coincidences died in his throat when the man said his full name. Scott Summers. No...it wasn't. It couldn't be. Right? That was impossible. Right? "Yeah?" He managed to say after a moment, failing to infuse any humor into his tone. He wanted to make a joke about coincidences, but nothing was coming.

"Scott?" His voice was small.

"Hey there little brother," Scott couldn't help himself now and a smile had almost split his face in two, "It's been a while hasn't it."

A slow, uncertain but no less ecstatic grin pulled at Alex's face. "Nah, just twenty years. That's nothing."

"Barely anything really," Scott agreed, "It's not like there are people within 10 meters of here that haven't even lived that long."

"Little teeny boppers." Alex laughed. It was a bit of a stunned laugh - he was still having trouble processing this. A lot had happened in the last few weeks.

Scott couldn't help laughing, "Oh you have absolutely no idea." He agreed, Alex's jaw would drop when he found out Allison Blaire herself was staying at the mansion.

"I'll find out eventually." Alex fell back against his pillows, still smiling. "Dr. Grey can't keep me in here forever, right? Er...right?" He repeated, suddenly unsure.

"She can probably try," Scott allowed, "Sometimes it seems the doctor's never want to let you out, but if it takes more than a week I'll tell you what. We can stage a mini breakout here. At least get you up out of here to a TV or the pool or something."

"Cool, so when she catches us and yells at us both I can blame you?" It had been a long time since Alex had been the younger sibling. Of course he was going to milk it for all it was worth. "'Scott made me do it?'"

"You could," Scott allowed, "If anyone would believe you, me I'd be half way out the door and back to my apartment. If there's one thing I've leared it's never mess with the doctors you might need to stitch you back together tomorrow. Learned that the hard way."

"Guess I should be nice to them." Alex laughed. "I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot of them. I'll make them cookies or something to grease the wheels."

"You bake?" Scott asked in surprise, "I mean anything sweet is always good currency around here but seriously, you bake?"

"I...spent a lot of time at home," Alex admitted. "Did the home-schooling thing after the whole 'hey you explode!' thing. Mom - er, Alison - loved teaching me how to cook and bake and do all that. Don't tell anyone though. I've got a reputation to uphold."

"Yeah, finding out about the hey you shoot beams out of your eyes thing was a little difficult, although for a moment I thought I was superman." Scott noted with a wry smile, his early childhood hadn't been the most fun but he had learned to come to terms with that and it sounded like Alex had had it better off than him which he was thankful for. "THis reputation if yours, you mean the one where you're the unconscious guy sleeping in the medlab right?"

"Okay, I will have a reputation to maintain when I get out of here and make one for myself," Alex corrected himself. "And I don't plan on it involving being the guy who can make the best cookies ever." Although they were the best cookies ever, if he did say so himself.

"Oh I don't know," Scott disagreed, "That'd be a pretty useful reputation to have. People would be tripping over themselves to help you out for hte promise of free cookies."

"I only using my cookie baking powers for good thank you very much," Alex informed Scott very seriously. "I would never use my abilities for personal gain."

"With powers like those I can understand that," Scott replied deadpan, "misues them and who knows what calamity might befall us. Although," he grinned, "Getting people to wash my car or plane surely counts as the greater good?"

"Maybe," Alex said with a smirk. "You got twenty years of brothering to make up on, let's see how you do with that before I start using my baking prowess to get you favors."