Who: Erik Lenscher and Alex Summers What: Alex arrives in New York When: Thursday, April 24th, morning Where: New York City airport Rating/Warnings: PG Status: Closed and Complete
Alex Rickens (It's Summers now, Summers) stepped off of the airplane onto the tarmac and hurried towards the terminal. His first time in New York. The first time he remembers being on the continent really. It was just crazy that only four weeks ago his new friend Erik Lensherr had told him that his barely remembered brother was alive, and that Mr. Lensherr (Erik, he likes to be called Erik) knew where Scott lived. Alex didn't quite understand why he couldn't have written to Scott. Why they were going to surprise him. But since Erik had paid for the flight and was putting him up in New York, he wasn't going to complain.
As Alex entered the terminal he scanned the crowd for the man that had given him the two best pieces of news of his life, a. Scott is alive and b. there are other special people like him.
"Mr. Rickens." An older man came walking towards him. He paused, touching the brim of his hat in greeting. "I had hoped that you'd be arriving soon."
Erik examined the man carefully who stood before him as he let his hand drop from his hat. So this was the tool that he was to use if he wanted Summers on his side. He wondered how malleable Alex was. If his brother was any indication, not very. His head tilted as he waited for the younger man's reaction.
Alex's teeth glowed like pearls within his tan face, his sun highlighted hair framing the young and innocent looking face. "Mr. Lensherr! Thanks for meeting me!' He rushed over holding out a hand in greeting.
"Careful," the man said as they touched, feeling the heat from Alex's hand. His mouth quirked, but he said nothing further on that, simply releasing the handshake. He began to lead the other man out of the terminal, commenting mildly, "I assume you have bags to collect," before he opened up the true conversation.
Alex nodded and after looking around for the baggage claim area, headed off that way.
"How long has it been since you've seen your brother, Alexander?"
"Years. Many years," Alex replied. "I know you said before, but how is he? Have you been talking to him lately? Dose he know I'm coming?"
"Scott's... changed since you last saw him, Alex," Magneto hesistated. "You ought to be aware of that."
"Changed? Changed how?"
"People change, that's all." His voice grew warm, fatherly. "You've been separated for so many years that I simply don't want you to be surprised. He's doing things that might not be what you'd expect." He wouldn't yet tell Alex about the Xavier Institute. What his role was to be, was that of a savior--the man who had united a family. He'd let Charles rip them apart or at least, attempt to make it appear that the other man had done as much.
Erik clapped Alex on the back. "Now, come on. Our chariot awaits."
Alex looked serious, even slightly worried from Erik's words, but being reminded that he'd be meeting his brother soon chased those dark thoughts away and soon he was grinning broadly again. Swinging his sack over his shoulder, he almost bounced puppy like out to Erik's waiting car.