Rip Van Winkle I
Title: Rip van Winkle I
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Characters: Victor Borkowski, Teddy Altman
Prompt: 17. Confused
Word Count:
Rating: PG
Summary: He woke up with no idea where he was... or when he was.
Author's Notes: A That Damn MPreg story.
To say that Victor Borkowski, the X-Man and Avenger known as Anole, was confused would have been putting it mildly.
The last thing he remembered was his blood spattering Rachel's face as Ultron's claw ripped through his chest. It had been oddly painless.
Victor had woken up in the hospital like white room with no windows and no door handle.
But the most confusing thing was his body.
He was 66 years old. He was healthy for someone who was a super-hero, but his body was slowing down, and it ached pretty regularly, and there were scars.
Only he didn't have scars anymore, not even the one from when he'd had his appendix removed. His flesh was firm and young.
"What the hell is going on here?" he asked, running a hand over the hospital issue type shirt he wore.
The door slid open, and Vic dropped into a defensive crouch. "Who-?" His jaw dropped open, and he stood up. "Ted? Good God, you -- you're young again!"
Ted Altman gave him a tired smile, running a hand through his sunny blond hair. The last time Victor had seen him, the man's hair had been more silver than gold, and there had been so many wrinkles his face had been starting to look like a road map. "Could say the same about you, Vic."
"What the hell is going on here?" the mutant repeated. "Last thing I remember-" He pressed his hands to his chest. "Rachel! Is she-"
"She's fine," Ted said, holding up his hand. "She's... God, I'd thought I'd seen everything by now, but the universe continues to amaze me."
Victor ran a hand over his head. "What happened to me Ted?"
"You may wanna sit down," Ted said, putting a hand on Victor's shoulder.
Victor knocked the hand away. "Tell me what's going on!" he demanded.
"You died."
Victor's world went gray around the edges. "What?" he whispered.
Ted guided him over to the bed and helped him sit. "During the fight with Ultron," he said gently. "You saved Rachel's life, but you died. That was fifty years ago."
"Fifty years? Fifty years?" Victor gripped the bed, trying to wrap his head around the idea. "But... you..."
"Skrulls don't hit old age until around 250," Ted said, a hint of old sadness in his voice.
"What happened to me?" Victor asked after a tense moment.
"You remember that guy? The one from Iceland?"
"The creep who wanted to add me to his harem?"
"That's the one. He died a few years back. We've been trying to find all his old bases. In the last one... we found you."
"Oh my god."
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Characters: Victor Borkowski, Teddy Altman
Prompt: 17. Confused
Word Count:
Rating: PG
Summary: He woke up with no idea where he was... or when he was.
Author's Notes: A That Damn MPreg story.
To say that Victor Borkowski, the X-Man and Avenger known as Anole, was confused would have been putting it mildly.
The last thing he remembered was his blood spattering Rachel's face as Ultron's claw ripped through his chest. It had been oddly painless.
Victor had woken up in the hospital like white room with no windows and no door handle.
But the most confusing thing was his body.
He was 66 years old. He was healthy for someone who was a super-hero, but his body was slowing down, and it ached pretty regularly, and there were scars.
Only he didn't have scars anymore, not even the one from when he'd had his appendix removed. His flesh was firm and young.
"What the hell is going on here?" he asked, running a hand over the hospital issue type shirt he wore.
The door slid open, and Vic dropped into a defensive crouch. "Who-?" His jaw dropped open, and he stood up. "Ted? Good God, you -- you're young again!"
Ted Altman gave him a tired smile, running a hand through his sunny blond hair. The last time Victor had seen him, the man's hair had been more silver than gold, and there had been so many wrinkles his face had been starting to look like a road map. "Could say the same about you, Vic."
"What the hell is going on here?" the mutant repeated. "Last thing I remember-" He pressed his hands to his chest. "Rachel! Is she-"
"She's fine," Ted said, holding up his hand. "She's... God, I'd thought I'd seen everything by now, but the universe continues to amaze me."
Victor ran a hand over his head. "What happened to me Ted?"
"You may wanna sit down," Ted said, putting a hand on Victor's shoulder.
Victor knocked the hand away. "Tell me what's going on!" he demanded.
"You died."
Victor's world went gray around the edges. "What?" he whispered.
Ted guided him over to the bed and helped him sit. "During the fight with Ultron," he said gently. "You saved Rachel's life, but you died. That was fifty years ago."
"Fifty years? Fifty years?" Victor gripped the bed, trying to wrap his head around the idea. "But... you..."
"Skrulls don't hit old age until around 250," Ted said, a hint of old sadness in his voice.
"What happened to me?" Victor asked after a tense moment.
"You remember that guy? The one from Iceland?"
"The creep who wanted to add me to his harem?"
"That's the one. He died a few years back. We've been trying to find all his old bases. In the last one... we found you."
"Oh my god."