Nathan Summers (alter_nate_ive) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-12 12:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, nathan summers (cable), scott summers (cyclops) |
I’m working on breakfast. Any requests?
Who: Nate and Scott Summers
Where: Summers House
What: A morning conversation in the Summers household
When: 06/11, during this log
Warnings/Rating: PG
Status complete
Nate smiled as he sat up and reached out to his father’s mind. He rarely did so, but he wanted to feel more connected sometimes. and his dad was someone he loved dearly. Somehow, this relationship he hadn’t known about for a long time had become integral to him.
Morning, dad. Warmth and love filled his mind even as a telekinetic shield reached out, just in case his dad had not put on his sleeping gear last night.
The headache. It was the first thing he felt, and the warning he needed not to open his eyes. It hadn’t been enough time. He sighed, and sat up, rubbing his head and pushing a feeling of despair away. His mental voice was wryly cheerful. Morning.
Yeah. I understand. I’m working on breakfast. Any requests? Warmth, love, and a gentle telekinetic hug, if brief, came to his father, even as Emma handed his glasses toward him.
Nate was talking to her, too, at the same time. It was a thing.
Something unhealthy Scott asked, pulling his glasses on and looking out the window.
Superbacon and cheese, with eggs, waffles, and the heavy cream to go with strong coffee?</i> Nate liked unhealthy days, himself. Sometimes, you just need it.
Deal. Scott got dressed, and combed his hair down. By the time he got downstairs, he looked his usual self.
Nate was smiling as he cooked, and glanced at his father as he came down. Coffee was already brewed and the heavy cream floated out with his father’s favorite mug as he came in, even as Nate fetched a plate and started dishing up food. “Here we go again, back to the normal.” It was sad and happy, both.
“Thanks.” He sipped at the coffee and sat with a sigh. “I guess so. It was nice while it lasted. You forget how bad the headache is.”
Nate carried out a plate to him. “I know what you mean.” Nate rubbed his forehead as he continued to work in the kitchen. “Waking up to powers after time off of them is harder.”
Scott nodded his head. It really was never the powers that bothered him, though. He’d hoped there would have been control. He supposed that life would never be that simple. “For some people more than others I’d bet.”
Though a lack of control could be addressed and conquered in time. "No doubt true. This morning probably had a number of rude awakenings. I hope everyone will be okay."
“I felt it coming, at least. It could have been bad if I wasn’t prepared, though it felt like you were doing something.” He smiled in appreciation at his son.
Nate flushed. “I slapped a teke shield down on you both, along with a telepathic one, just in case. Waking up with powers and without suspecting it is no fun.” He shivered.
“I already destroyed the patio roof once, don’t need any repeats with the real roof.’ Or worse...
"Yeah. That's never fun. Maybe things will be calm now for awhile." Nate was hopeful.
“I’m not a praying man, but for that?” Scott pointed a fork at Nate. “That, I’d pray for.”
Nate grinned. “I know a friendly god or two, but I don’t think even they could guarantee it.” He chuckled and then started in on his own food. “Thanks, dad. You are awesome.”
“Thanks.” Scott smiled. Maybe it wasn’t all bad after all.
~fin~