Haruka's Fanfiction

WARNING: Although it uses the X-Men: Evolution characters, THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!! In this world, same-sex relationships are accepted without prejudice because everyone is bisexual. Also, corporal punishment is common here as part of loving family discipline. If either of these facts about our AU bothers you, DO NOT READ this fic and then complain about same-sex couples or spankings being part of it. It is loosely based on an RPG plotline that Michiru and I started playing in August 2001. If anything is canon here, it's probably an accident.


The X-Men Family

Part 54

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Scott winced as he headed down the hall. His butt still smarted, and he suspected it would for a while. Until today, he hadn’t been spanked since he was six and tried to flush his little brother Alex down the toilet. He hadn’t encountered anyone since leaving the library and wished he never had to. He wasn’t anxious to experience death by humiliation.

Up ahead, Lance came out of his room and started in his direction.

Scott glanced upwards briefly. “You hate me, don’t you?” he murmured.

“Talking to yourself, Summers?” Lance remarked with a smirk that quickly faded when he noticed the stilted way in which Scott was walking. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked.

“Uh …,” Scott felt his face start to burn again and without thinking, his hand went back to massage his rear.

Lance’s eyes widened, then he moved closer, lowering his voice. “Scott, this isn’t very likely, but I saw you and the adults disappear into the library earlier and … did you get spanked?”

Scott looked away, his jaw set. He did _not_ want to talk to Lance about this, but he’d gone too far to back out now. “Yeah,” he muttered.

To his surprise, the other mutant put a hand on his shoulder and gave it an encouraging squeeze. “I’m sorry, man. I can’t imagine what you did, and you probably don’t want to talk about it, but – “

“Two hundred dollars is unaccounted for from Remy’s shopping trip,” Scott said quickly. “I was responsible for the spending we did, so I got punished.”

Lance frowned. “So where _did_ the two hundred go?”

“I have my suspicions,” Scott said, glancing briefly toward Pietro’s room. Lance picked up on it.

“Pietro?” he asked, then shook his head. “No way. He wouldn’t bother charging anything if he could steal it.”

“Charging it to the Professor without permission _is_ stealing it, Lance,” Scott told him. “Besides, there’s reasoning behind it. He was bugging me for a pair of two hundred dollar leather pants I wouldn’t let him have.”

“Uh oh,” Lance said. “That _does_ sound incriminating.” He met Scott’s eyes in confusion. “So how come you didn’t turn him in?”

“Well, I don’t have proof,” Scott admitted. “And stealing is a more serious offense than irresponsibility, so they went easier on me than they would him.”

Lance shook his head in wonder. “You’re either the nicest guy in the world or a big sap to take that for him.”

“Gee, thanks.” Scott said wryly.

“Anyway,” Lance said, “I think you should tell Pietro what happened, even if it’s embarrassing. He oughta know the trouble he caused.”

“Like I said, I’ve got no proof. I can’t accuse him without it.” Scott shrugged, then winced. Lance mirrored the wince in sympathy.

“Maybe you should just go lie down for a while. Try a cool facecloth on your skin, too – it helps.” Lance gave him one last pat on the shoulder and walked away. Scott watched him go thoughtfully. He didn’t know if Lance would spread the word to the other kids or not, but somehow he doubted it. For reasons Scott didn’t want to think about, he’d been strangely understanding, and blabbing what happened to everyone didn’t fit with his empathetic attitude.

However, for that same reason, he was almost certain that Lance _would_
confront Pietro with it. He hoped so, anyway, because he didn’t think he could go through the whole scene again with any of the other kids.

“Scott?”

He looked up to see Jean gazing at him worriedly.

Kill me, he thought in misery.

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Mystique glanced over at Logan as she sat at the table. He was pouring coffee for them, more concentration on his face than was necessary for the job. “Logan, you’re not still thinking about what happened with Scott, are you?”

“Hmm?” He looked up. “Oh, no. That’s under control. Good idea you came up with, too.”

She smiled ruefully. “I’m not sure Scott thinks so.”

“He agreed to go along with it, Mysti. Besides,” Logan looked at her seriously, “Shades had that coming for letting that card out of his possession. Chuck agrees with me, although he didn’t want to admit it at first.”

“Well, you can’t blame Charles – he has a soft spot where Scott is concerned.” She looked at him. “Anyway, if you weren’t thinking about Scott just now, what _were_ you worrying about?”

“A couple of things,” Logan said, joining her at the table and sliding a mug toward her. “Kurt and that Duncan kid for one. The Elf is pretty easily swayed by anyone paying him special attention. Dating a Senior could go to his head – there could be more instances of his being late or skipping out on sessions entirely. And what if they _keep_ dating, Mysti? Sooner or later that guy is going to want to _touch_ him!”

She gave him a wry look. “If he doesn’t want to do that already he’s the weirdest seventeen-year-old boy _I_ ever heard of!”

“Be serious, Raven!” Logan snapped. “You know that kid can’t touch Kurt!”

She sighed. “Yes, I know.”

“I think we should tell Kurt he can’t see Duncan anymore,” Logan said grimly. “For his own safety.”

Mystique lifted an eyebrow. “How much of that decision is Kurt’s being a mutant and how much is Duncan being a football player who’s two years older than he is?”

“Does it matter?” Logan grumbled. “Kurt being a mutant makes their break-up unavoidable.”

“What was the other problem?” Mystique asked. “You said a ‘couple’ of things bothered you.”

“Yeah.” Logan swallowed some coffee. “The other problem is I can’t figure out what’s going on with Pietro and Remy. I thought they’d be at each other’s throats today, but they’ve been acting like buddies. You saw they and Rogue laughing together at the session.”

“_I_ wonder what’s going on with Rogue,” Mystique said significantly. “She’d better not be stringing both of those boys along.”

“Well,” Logan said, “maybe so long as things are quiet, we shouldn’t rock the boat too much. If the boys start going at it, _then_ we step in.”

Kurt appeared in the kitchen with a ‘bamf’ and his parents looked over at him. He didn’t seem to notice them as he opened the refrigerator door and stared inside, unmoving.

“Kurt, honey,” Mystique said, “the house is already air-conditioned.”

He glanced at them, then shut the door. “Sorry,” he said and headed out of the room.

“Just a second, Elf,” Logan said. “We want to talk to you for a minute.”

“About what?” Kurt asked, not turning around.

“About you and Duncan.”

“Don’t bother.” Kurt looked over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. “I already know I have to tell him we can’t continue dating.”

Logan and Mystique exchanged a look. “Well, good,” Logan said. “I’m glad you came to that conclusion on your own.”

“Yeah,” Kurt said flatly and teleported out.

Mystique sighed. “Damn it. I wish I could switch places with him – give him my power. He shouldn’t have to give up dating a boy he likes, it’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not,” Logan agreed grimly. “But in this case, I think it’s for the best.”

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End of part 54

X-Men belongs to Marvel.

(2001)

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