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Tweak says, "DEPRESSION OF CRACK SAUCE"

Headmasters (headmastering) wrote in x_emplary,
@ 2008-02-07 23:25:00

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alex summers, scott summers

"Nothing's changed, Scott," Moira McTaggert said, running her hands across the controls that ran the large scanner in the small medical area located beneath the mansion. "It's the same diagnosis: degeneration of the cells around the thalamus and scarring on the hindbrain, but instead of seizures you're –"

"Broken," Scott finished for the older woman as he sat up on the scratchy white sheets laid over the table.

"Your medical vocabulary has increased tenfold. Your fiancée must be so proud." She walked past, giving Scott a pat on the shoulder as she did. "Broken isn't quite the term I'd use. I was going to say that instead of seizures your brain has reacted to the scarring by essentially not allowing your mutation to develop the way it was supposed to. Not to mention with how early you manifested, it's no surprise that things didn't do what they were supposed to."

"'Things?'" Scott repeated. He slipped down from the bed and took his shirt from the counter. "Your vocabulary astounds."

"'Things'. I wouldn't want to bore you with the details. Button up before you catch a cold." Moira tapped his shoulder again as she crossed the room yet again, going back to look at the computer screen which connected with the machine. She stared at the screen again before nodded her head. "Mmhmm. It's the scarring. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'd be thanking God, if I were you, that you had the mutation to counteract the seizures."

He didn't look at her at first, still concentrating on finishing off the buttons on his shirt. It had been embarrassing enough, being shirtless in front of Moira to begin with. He disliked visits to the doctor in general, and especially hated full physicals. He was pretty sure that he was one of the few people whose full physicals involved CAT scans.

Scott did like Moira –he'd known her since the age of eleven– he just wished that he didn't only have to see her when it came time for poking and prodding. "How long are you staying this time?" He finally looked up, scratching his hair in a very dog-like manner.

"Don't worry. Jean's going to get her lab back," Moira teased, still looking up at the screen. "I won't be staying very long. I'm presenting to a group in DC later this week and I should be back on Muir by next Saturday. Shoes too, Scott."

Sometimes she still treated him like he was eleven. "I meant, how long are you staying here?" he asked, avoiding her gaze has he reached for socks. "I heard about the conference – it's a big deal. Congratulations."

"Thank you, dear." Moira passed him a smile before bringing her fingers to her lips and staring once more at the computer. "I'll just print these for Jean and she can have a look before she sticks them in your file, alright?"

Scott nodded, hiding a smirk. "If I said 'no, hide them from her', she'd load her gun with silver bullets."

"It would take much less than a silver bullet," she said quite seriously, pursing her lips and very nearly glaring at him. "Please remember that? I'm leaving the printouts in her office on her desk. Let her know they're there."

"Yes ma'am. I'll tell her." And then he stopped once her glare turned a bit harsher and he realized he was close to annoying her. Scott smiled, though perhaps the charming affect was dulled slightly by the fact that he was once again scratching at the hair around his temples. "What are you presenting?"

Moira hit the print button and almost instantly the whirring sounds of a printer started from somewhere underneath a desk. Moira's heels clacked across the floor as she went over to meet the scans as they came out. "The usual sort; genetics. I'm presenting new research on possible therapeutic treatments for – well, it's a rather long explanation. It's just new research." She turned around to look at him and give him what was perhaps a kinder look than the glare she'd been giving him before. "Go on. Get out of here. I'm going to clean up and give Jean back her rooms. I'll see you for dinner with Charles."

Scott had almost forgotten about their dinner tonight, to be honest, and it probably for the best that Moira had reminded him before Jean had been forced to ten minutes beforehand. He smiled at her in thanks, though she might not have known it and looked back down at his shirt. His fingers started playing at the buttons on his shirt again. "I'll see you at dinner."

"Mmhmm– Scott, I told you to button up."

There was nothing left for Moira to do on that front, for even before she'd finished speaking Scott had removed his shirt and kicked off his shoes. The painful transformation was through quickly and Scott was a few feet closer to the ground than he had been. He purposely rubbed his snout up against Moira's leg on his way out of the room. His claws clacked across the sterile, white, tile floor on his way out of the door and echoed on the stairs up from the basement.

He was thinking a run would be nice

[Open w/Scott- Xavier's People]

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noblebear
2008-02-08 04:06 pm UTC (link)

It seemed like the Summers boys both had a bit of a memory issue, but at least Alex had an excuse. Scott was just forgetful. Still, at least he’d remembered (with the help of his sweet calendar) to pick Lorna up – she didn’t need to know he’d forgotten, because that’d be a never ending fight, and he wouldn’t have gotten his rock. That dumb rock. She was such a tease, and he was still a little annoyed by that. She couldn’t leave for a few days, tell him she’d gone shopping with her mother, and then proceed to giggle and grin when telling him that she had a surprise for him. What kind of horrible person does that?

Still…the rock was nice. He had a smaller version of it sitting in his collection, so it was nice to retire that piece and replace it with the new one. He at least appreciated that – but the teasing wasn’t necessary. Getting over the little tantrum he’d thrown about being teased, Alex had been on his way downstairs to look for Ms.Dane when he heard a very distinct clicking against the stairs coming up toward him.

“All the times I get yelled at for running in the house,” he mumbled before speaking up as he finally crossed paths with his beastly brother. “If you wait a second, I’ll find a ball. We can play catch.” He was an ass sometimes. Yes. And completely smug about it.

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lupine
2008-02-08 05:43 pm UTC (link)

For brothers, they had quite different senses of humor. And as for memories, well, Alex seemed to forget that Scott had heard every ball, leash, fetch, and sniffing joke that was humanly possible to come up with, and he'd heard them at least once from everyone in the mansion. Well, perhaps besides Xavier himself, but that was to be expected. Even Moira had seen fit to offer her share while Scott had been defenseless underneath the scanner.

Not that she allowed him to crack any jokes about his own condition in return.

For some reason silver bullets just seemed funnier than balls. And Scott did not like to play catch. Scott didn't. His canine side, on the other hand, was prone to becoming rather excited anytime a game of any sort was mentioned. Alex knew this and Scott considered biting him to teach a lesson in exploitation.

He growled instead and if he could have, would have protested the accusation that he'd been running. A bit harsh to call something that had been more of a normally paced trot a 'run'.

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noblebear
2008-02-08 07:31 pm UTC (link)

Growing up in two very different worlds would do that for a sense of humor. Alex wasn’t even sure Scott had one, having grown up around the professor and other less humorous people. On the other hand, he was kind of forced to have one; otherwise growing up with his adoptive family would have been even worse than it was. And Scott couldn’t say catch wasn’t even fun. It was hilarious to Alex, but it’s not like it was a horrible pastime or anything. Would Scott deny his children the opportunity to play catch? Because that would be sad, and uncle Alex would obviously have to swoop in and be awesome.

“Please,” Alex rolled his eyes, leaning on the banister, arms crossed over his chest. “Don’t growl at me. You act like you don’t like catch,” he did his best not to smirk.

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lupine
2008-02-08 08:05 pm UTC (link)

Scott wished his brother would stop actually saying the word 'catch'. His semi-lack of control in this form was well known by the others in the mansion, he'd never tried to hide it, figuring that as team leader his teammates deserved to know his weaknesses. It wasn't as if someone in the height of battle could distract him by throwing a rubber ball in the other direction, but it was true that he had to work to suppress the wolflike instincts that didn't pertain to rage, strategy, and attack.

The word 'catch' was an annoying trigger. Scott growled again, because no, he did not like catch. The easy solution, of course, would have been to simply transform back, but he'd forgot to grab his shit between his teeth when he'd left the labs.

He gave a short bark and gestured towards the foyer. He didn't mind talking to his brother, but he needed to be human for it. The catch jokes would stop then as well. Scott started padded off towards the stairs, wanting Alex to follow. If his brother pulled out a ball, he was going to be very put out.

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noblebear
2008-02-09 02:28 pm UTC (link)

Honestly, Scott should just be grateful that Alex doesn't have a leash to taunt him with. In fact, he probably could have an entire arsenal of crap dedicated solely to the purpose of being an ass to his brother. Though, maybe Alex was lucky that he didn't, as Scott might have actually wound up mauling him by that point. But that's what rapid healing is for, right? So really, it's still an idea on the back-burner for later development.

When the gesture was made and Scott started moving again, Alex exaggerated a sigh and started to follow. Slowly. He had to stop himself from calling him Lassie and asking him where he was leading him, or if Jean had fallen into a well. Apparently he was in that annoying little brother mood? Or he was just displacing his annoyance with Lorna on Scott - which is more likely. Yes! He was petty sometime, leave him alone.

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lupine
2008-02-09 10:39 pm UTC (link)

Scott navigated his way up the stairs and down the hallway until he'd reached the rooms that he shared with Jean. He sniffed quickly to find that the lady of the house (suite) was not in and indicated that Alex could follow him inside. He didn't wait very long to see whether or not Alex would follow, instead hurrying into the bedroom for a quick transformation and hopefully a quickly found shirt.

"I don't like catch," were the very first words out of his mouth when he finally had one again. He grabbed a shirt and a pair of jeans from his dresser drawer and pulled them on before facing his brother. "Do you know how ridiculous a wolf playing catch looks?" It had been different when he'd been younger and his wolf form had been much smaller. Now it simply looked stupid.

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noblebear
2008-02-10 07:11 pm UTC (link)

Still taking his time, Alex rolled his eyes when he heard his brother's protest. Whatever. Scott shouldn't be such a liar. Everyone liked catch, he just needed to get over it already.

When he finally reached the room, he leaned against the door frame just as Scott had turned to address him again. "Whatever," there was more eye rolling, not exaggerated, he was just ready to move on to the next subject. "Did I follow you up here for a reason?" Alex raised his brow a little, sliding his hands into his pants pockets. They hadn't exactly exchanged words, but the more canine version of his brother had made it clear that he'd wanted him to follow. "I mean, other than to watch you throw a fit over your distaste for ball games."

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lupine
2008-02-10 09:43 pm UTC (link)

His brother could be rather insolent at times. Well, perhaps he was a bit military in his descriptions, but that was just Scott and his brother was a little one after all. From what he knew --and life experience-- they were made to be this way.

"I didn't throw a fit," he muttered. He just felt the need to get that out. "And yes, you did. I need to talk to you about something."

Though he wasn't sure if he wanted to ask Alex now. No, of course he did, but he couldn't help visions of the two of them waiting at the end of the aisle and Alex going on and on with bad dog jokes. Not that there was anyone else he'd want standing up there with him, because he did love his brother, so apparently he'd have to deal with it.

He'd promised Jean he'd take care of things this weekend anyway. "I want you to be my best man. For the wedding." As if that wasn't obvious. He looked over at Alex.

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noblebear
2008-02-10 11:39 pm UTC (link)

Yes, he was a little brother, which gave him every right to be as annoying to Scott as he possibly could. It wasn't his fault he was just naturally talented at it. And Alex had a bit of the military in him, even if only by proxy. Scott ran a tight ship, and even if Alex was in his late teens when he got drafted, it must've been something in their blood.

When Scott had finally confirmed that he hadn't just been following him around like he used to when he was little, he tucked the jokes away and made an attempt to be serious. Then, with his announcement, he was kind of forced to be serious. "Oh," Alex glanced to the side a bit. He had to admit, he'd really just assumed that he would be his best man. Mostly because, well, it just seemed the most appropriate, and, well, it wasn't like Scott had a whole line of friends fighting for the position. He wasn't going to say that out loud though. "Well. Yea, Scott," he shrugged, not sure what else to say. "I...yea. Of course."

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lupine
2008-02-11 12:24 am UTC (link)

Good. Well, that was taken care of, and there hadn't been any awkwardness with him trying to refuse or anything. Scott would have been rather out of luck if that had been the case. "Jean says we're not allowed to wear blue, which," he glanced at his brother's eyes. Green, as usual. "Doesn't matter for you, I guess. She also says we've got to go get suits and anything we've already got in our closets isn't acceptable."

He'd been planning on getting a tuxedo to begin with, it was his wedding after all, but at times he did allow himself the slightest bit of amusement in teasing Jean with the possibility that he wouldn't.

Scott grinned at Alex briefly. "I'll return the favour. Whenever you get your act together with Lorna."

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noblebear
2008-02-11 01:56 am UTC (link)

Alex frowned a little, taking a moment to think about what actually was in his closet. He wasn't the most fashionable guy, but he had practical, nice things. Besides, it was a wedding, right? They should be getting tuxes, anyway. Who just wears a suit? "Whatever. If she wants to pick mine out, too, she can go right ahead. Less work for me, and she can't yell at me for wearing something she doesn't like." Control freak. Jean was so lucky Alex liked her. Not that he'd really do anything about it if he didn't, but still. She was like another adopted big sister, or something.

When Scott decided he needed to mention Lorna, he made another face, though this one suggested that if he had something in his hand, it would have probably made a connection with Scott's temple. "What's that supposed to mean? Get my act together?" It wasn't like he'd been in love with Lorna since they were kids or anything. Hell, the first time they'd met, he was her TA. Talk about awkward. "Lorna and I are fine as we are. Don't rush me."

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lupine
2008-02-11 02:37 am UTC (link)

"I don't think she's picking them out for us. It was implied we were supposed to do that ourselves. As in, actually go to the mall... or where ever we're supposed to do it." He was sure if he asked, Jean would tell him the appropriate place. "Knowing Jean, she wants to be surprised, just not with blue." That ultimatum had been very clear.

Scott genuinely enjoyed the few times when he managed to turn the teasing tables on his brother. "You know what I mean. Taking the adult step," he said. "I'm not rushing you. Just saying I'll return the favour when you decide to be an adult."

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noblebear
2008-02-11 03:07 am UTC (link)

He hated shopping, though. He hated it to the point where he really just didn't do it very much, and usually wore his clothes until they just really couldn't be worn anymore. "Well...if she did want to, I wouldn't even have a problem with that. I hate going to the mall." Too many people for his taste. That was one adventure he could do with out.

Then Scott decided to further his comments on his relationshop. And he didn't really appreciate it. "The adult step?" Was he serious? That's a little more than teasing, now isn't it? "We don't have to get married to be adults, Scott, really. We're in a committed relationship. We don't need a big party, or to sign papers or whatever. I'm perfectly fine living in sin."

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lupine
2008-02-11 03:22 am UTC (link)

Scott wasn't. Well, he was perfectly fine with the setup that he and Jean had now, but he was glad that soon they were to be married. Maybe Alex didn't need the papers and party (though Scott wanted it to be a small party), but there was something to be said for it all. It felt right; he supposed it was alright if Alex didn't feel the same way.

"Have you done your session yet, today?" From one subject where he could be an ass, to another. He hoped Alex was happy.

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noblebear
2008-02-11 03:42 am UTC (link)

Who knows, maybe one day they will get married, but Alex so isn't okay with letting something like that define his maturity. He was happy for Scott and Jean. Marriage was a big step, but it wasn't for everyone.

Of course Scott would change the subject to something else he could chew him out about if he felt like it. "No..." In fact, he didn't really know when he was going to get into the danger room, just that it would be later. "I had to do inventory on my collection. Lo brought me a new rock home." He made a face then, reminded of how she'd totally led him on. A surprise. She wasn't even nice.

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lupine
2008-02-11 03:58 am UTC (link)

"A new... rock." Scott raised an eyebrow even though he knew how much rocks meant to his brother. Still, Danger Room sessions were important. If you didn't train, you got hurt, and even if Alex could regenerate nearly instantly, it still wasn't something Scott really wanted to deal with.

"Well, you've done it already?" he asked, maybe looking a bit too happy to have heard the news. "Good. You can meet me down there in thirty minutes, dressed and ready to go," he said. "Unless you want to go for a run with me first?"

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noblebear
2008-02-11 04:40 am UTC (link)

Oh lord, here it comes. "Yes, a new rock." The world was going to end because Alex took five minutes to catalog his new schist - a San Fran specific - instead of doing something Scott found appropriate. Alex was such a horrible person! How could he ever do something like that? He was also dramatic. Besides, it wasn't like Alex didn't plan on getting to the danger room sometime that day.

"It doesn't matter," he shrugged, looking to the side a bit. "I'm going to do both sometime today either way. You just want to spend time with me." There was maybe a smirk there.

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lupine
2008-02-11 04:49 am UTC (link)

Sometimes he wondered if maybe there was just a fuzzy spot in his memory. There were many, caused by the brain damage from the accident, but Scott found that he could usually remember enough of what life had been like before the crash that he'd never thought he was missing anything. But for the life of him, he couldn't remember Alex being the sort of toddler who'd dug around in dirt and played with rocks.

Ah well, more than likely it was something that had developed over time, but he still wondered sometimes where that particular interest had come from. If he hadn't been at Xavier's and circumstances different, Scott rather thought he would have ended up in the Air Force.

He glanced back over at Alex, coming out of his thoughts. "I want to spend time with my brother, you make it sound like a crime." Scott grinned a bit. "You think you could keep up?" Going for a run with Scott generally meant that Scott went as a wolf and the human partner was left int he dust. Of course, his brother wasn't most humans.

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