Progeny part II
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dorksidefikerTitle: Progeny part II
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Scott, Cordelia, Emma, Jono, and a few of the dreaded OCs
Prompt: 52. At the Beginning
Word Count: 865
Rating: PG
Summary: Things are starting to come together.
Author's Notes: Okay, THIS is the point where things start getting weird. Those of you who’ve read Too Late, the first part of my Clan Akkaba series, know that I started things off with the funeral of Jono’s father. Astute readers will notice that he is very much NOT dead (and has a different name). So, I’m making Too Late into discontinuity. Also, Not the First, Not the Last, from That Damn Mpreg, is how Jono’s encounter with Cordelia ended in this universe too. Also, I fell like I absolutely stink at writing Scott.
The picture sat on the upper left side of the old oak desk, in an antique silver frame that had been around so long that it had gone mostly black with age. The picture itself was almost a decade old, featuring a young Jonothon Starsmore staring sullenly at the camera, pouting slightly. Two weeks after it had been taken, Jono had left home and not looked back.
Abraham Starsmore would stare at the picture from time to time. It was the only picture of his son left in the house; all the others had made their way into storage.
So had the pictures of his wife, Sofie, but that was just because he didn’t want to be reminded of the drunken slag he’d married.
“Abe, sunshine, are you listening to me?”
There were days when Abraham wished he was an only child. “I’m here, Morag. I just wish I knew why you’re calling me.”
“It’s about Jono.”
“Now why…” Abraham drawled, “do you think I would care about what’s going on with him?”
“Because he’s your son?” his sister suggested.
Abraham picked up the picture, cradling the phone between his ear and his shoulder. He could just imagine the look on his twin’s face, and it made him smile slightly.
“So?”
“So Esme tells me he’s gotten a girl in the family way.”
“God help us all.” Abraham sighed. “Do you expect me to do something about it?”
“Aren’t you the least bit interested?”
“It’s none of my business what the boy does with his life.”
“Our Esme’s gone looking for him.”
“So I should be planning a funeral then.”
“Honestly, Abraham!”
“That girl of yours hates the boy. And isn’t she Clan these days?”
“Abraham…”
“Goodbye, Morag.” Abraham hung the phone up and ignored it until it stopped ringing.
***
Cordelia ran her fingers through her rain soaked hair, fluffing it up as she studied the woman across from her. Esme Starsmore had a lean and hungry look, and at best, she might be considered handsome. But that was at the absolute best, and nothing could hide the madness lurking in her murky brown eyes. Her long, thin fingers twitched around the paper cup of tea in front of her, those mad eyes resting on Cordelia’s belly. “Well, now.”
“Cessily said you wanted to see me… Esme, wasn’t it?”
“Esme Starsmore,” she confirmed. “I think you know my cousin.”
“I think so, yes,” Cordelia murmured dryly. “If you’re looking for him-”
Esme waved her hand dismissively, leaning forward as she watched Cordelia with those feverishly bright eyes. “Jono doesn’t matter. The only think we’re interested in is that.” She pointed to the swell beneath Cordelia’s shirt.
“We?” Cordelia asked warily.
There was something chilling about Esme’s laugh. “The family, dear girl. And family is so important.”
“Look, I’m not in the mood for this cryptic bullshit,” Cordelia said sharply. “What do you want?”
Esme continued to smile that cold smile. :What would you say if I told you I could give you back your powers?”
***
Scott eyed the suitcase open on the bed as Emma meticulously folded up and packed away her clothes. “Are you sure about this?”
“I should be the one to talk to Jono,” Emma said, not for the first time. “He was my student, and she’s my sister.” She held an ice blue shirt against her chest, smoothing it down, then tossed it away. “don’t let Cordelia out of your sight. She will try to find a way to use this to her advantage, and if she can’t do that, she’ll settle for causing as much chaos as possible.”
“I think I can handle her,” Scott assured Emma. “Where is your sister?”
“Cessily took pity on the girl and took her out for coffee. If anything happens with her or the baby, you’ll tell me immediately.”
“Of course.” Scott smiled slightly, and chuckled when she turned a cool look on him. “Just focus on finding Jono, and I’ll worry about Cordelia.”
“I shouldn’t be gone more than a day or two,” Emma went on. “She’s pretty far along,” she added, almost conversationally, “and I don’t want to miss the event, in case she decides to run off with the baby.”
Scott pulled Emma to him, brushing his knuckles lightly against her cheek in an affectionate gesture. “Be careful.”
“Always, darling.”
***
“Ever get the feeling someone just walked over your grave?” Jono mused.
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Scott, Cordelia, Emma, Jono, and a few of the dreaded OCs
Prompt: 52. At the Beginning
Word Count: 865
Rating: PG
Summary: Things are starting to come together.
Author's Notes: Okay, THIS is the point where things start getting weird. Those of you who’ve read Too Late, the first part of my Clan Akkaba series, know that I started things off with the funeral of Jono’s father. Astute readers will notice that he is very much NOT dead (and has a different name). So, I’m making Too Late into discontinuity. Also, Not the First, Not the Last, from That Damn Mpreg, is how Jono’s encounter with Cordelia ended in this universe too. Also, I fell like I absolutely stink at writing Scott.
The picture sat on the upper left side of the old oak desk, in an antique silver frame that had been around so long that it had gone mostly black with age. The picture itself was almost a decade old, featuring a young Jonothon Starsmore staring sullenly at the camera, pouting slightly. Two weeks after it had been taken, Jono had left home and not looked back.
Abraham Starsmore would stare at the picture from time to time. It was the only picture of his son left in the house; all the others had made their way into storage.
So had the pictures of his wife, Sofie, but that was just because he didn’t want to be reminded of the drunken slag he’d married.
“Abe, sunshine, are you listening to me?”
There were days when Abraham wished he was an only child. “I’m here, Morag. I just wish I knew why you’re calling me.”
“It’s about Jono.”
“Now why…” Abraham drawled, “do you think I would care about what’s going on with him?”
“Because he’s your son?” his sister suggested.
Abraham picked up the picture, cradling the phone between his ear and his shoulder. He could just imagine the look on his twin’s face, and it made him smile slightly.
“So?”
“So Esme tells me he’s gotten a girl in the family way.”
“God help us all.” Abraham sighed. “Do you expect me to do something about it?”
“Aren’t you the least bit interested?”
“It’s none of my business what the boy does with his life.”
“Our Esme’s gone looking for him.”
“So I should be planning a funeral then.”
“Honestly, Abraham!”
“That girl of yours hates the boy. And isn’t she Clan these days?”
“Abraham…”
“Goodbye, Morag.” Abraham hung the phone up and ignored it until it stopped ringing.
***
Cordelia ran her fingers through her rain soaked hair, fluffing it up as she studied the woman across from her. Esme Starsmore had a lean and hungry look, and at best, she might be considered handsome. But that was at the absolute best, and nothing could hide the madness lurking in her murky brown eyes. Her long, thin fingers twitched around the paper cup of tea in front of her, those mad eyes resting on Cordelia’s belly. “Well, now.”
“Cessily said you wanted to see me… Esme, wasn’t it?”
“Esme Starsmore,” she confirmed. “I think you know my cousin.”
“I think so, yes,” Cordelia murmured dryly. “If you’re looking for him-”
Esme waved her hand dismissively, leaning forward as she watched Cordelia with those feverishly bright eyes. “Jono doesn’t matter. The only think we’re interested in is that.” She pointed to the swell beneath Cordelia’s shirt.
“We?” Cordelia asked warily.
There was something chilling about Esme’s laugh. “The family, dear girl. And family is so important.”
“Look, I’m not in the mood for this cryptic bullshit,” Cordelia said sharply. “What do you want?”
Esme continued to smile that cold smile. :What would you say if I told you I could give you back your powers?”
***
Scott eyed the suitcase open on the bed as Emma meticulously folded up and packed away her clothes. “Are you sure about this?”
“I should be the one to talk to Jono,” Emma said, not for the first time. “He was my student, and she’s my sister.” She held an ice blue shirt against her chest, smoothing it down, then tossed it away. “don’t let Cordelia out of your sight. She will try to find a way to use this to her advantage, and if she can’t do that, she’ll settle for causing as much chaos as possible.”
“I think I can handle her,” Scott assured Emma. “Where is your sister?”
“Cessily took pity on the girl and took her out for coffee. If anything happens with her or the baby, you’ll tell me immediately.”
“Of course.” Scott smiled slightly, and chuckled when she turned a cool look on him. “Just focus on finding Jono, and I’ll worry about Cordelia.”
“I shouldn’t be gone more than a day or two,” Emma went on. “She’s pretty far along,” she added, almost conversationally, “and I don’t want to miss the event, in case she decides to run off with the baby.”
Scott pulled Emma to him, brushing his knuckles lightly against her cheek in an affectionate gesture. “Be careful.”
“Always, darling.”
***
“Ever get the feeling someone just walked over your grave?” Jono mused.