Rip van Winkle III
Title: Rip Van Winkle III
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Characters: Victor Borkowski
Prompt: 65. Passing
Word Count: 640
Rating: PG
Summary: He had to see Ray-Ray eventually.
Author's Notes: A That Damn MPreg story.
Victor stared uncomprehendingly at the door as someone knocked. When it became clear that whoever it was wasn’t going away, he finally propelled himself off the bed and opened the door. He was fully expecting to find Ted Altman on the other side, there to drag him out and help him acclimate to the world that had changed so much since he had died. Aside from a very brief visit from the Vision, the shape-shifter was the only person Victor had really seen.
The sight that greeted Vic on the other side of the door came as something of a shock.
“Bobby?”
Robert Altman-Kaplan smiled, toying with the Eye of Agamotto pinned to his collar. “Hi Uncle Vic.”
“My God, look at you! You… haven’t changed at all.”
Bobby’s smile turned into a bit of a grin. “Good genes,” he said confidentially. “Looks like I got something from Dad’s side after all.” He pulled Victor into a hug. “I meant to come by sooner, but my work keeps me busy.” The Sorcerer Supreme pulled back a bit, holding Victor by the shoulders. “Ray-Ray wants to see you.”
“She does?” Victor asked. “Or does she just say that because it’s expected?”
“She really does.” Something flitted across Bobby’s face, too fast for Vic to identify. “She’s been sick lately,” he said softly. “I actually came here to take you to her. Mohammed and the Mountain, you know?” He looked around, running a hand over his platinum blonde hair. “God, this place is depressing. Too clinical. You really need a change of scenery.” He made an abrupt gesture, and suddenly Victor felt like his intestines were trying to claw their way up his throat. He dropped to his knees, and was vaguely aware of pavement beneath him and a sudden rise in ambient air temperature.
“Your teleportation spell sucks, kid,” Victor gasped.
“Sorry.” Bobby crouched beside Victor. “You okay?”
“I’ll live,” Victor managed, getting to his feet. “Christ, warn a guy next time.” He looked around, noting the palatial mansion in front of them.
Back in the day, he’d always thought of it as Nico’s place. Her inheritance from her parents. He’d spent a lot of time there, over the years.
“She’s upstairs. Master bedroom,” Bobby said. “She’s waiting for you.”
***
Victor sat in the chair beside the bed, holding tightly to the withered hand resting in his. Rachel was talking, her voice soft and raspy as she filled the reptilian mutant in on the last fifty years. “Aiden… he’s my younger grandson… he lives with me. He’s at school right now, such a good boy… must get it from his mother’s side.” She laughed dryly. “He’s-”
There was a rush of air, and suddenly the old speedster and the older mutant weren’t alone in the room anymore.
“WhyisUncleBobbyhereareyoualrightGrandmawho’sthis?”
It took Victor a moment to process the rushed words. The boy looked like Nico, with spiky black hair and big dark eyes that darted from Victor to Rachel in a constant flicker.
“Speak of the devil,” Rachel murmured. “Aiden, Victor. Victor, Aiden.”
“Oh. Thenotdeadguy.” The teenager vibrated in place.
Rachel snorted. “What I said about him being the good one? I take it back. So rude.”
Victor bit his tongue to keep from reminded the old woman of her own youthful lack of manners. Bobby poked his head into the room. “Aiden, my boy, can I borrow you? Just for a minute.”
Aiden looked to his grandmother for approval. The old woman nodded, and the boy scowled, planting a kiss on her cheek before he left.
***
Victor was still sitting there, his hands wrapped around Rachel’s, when Bobby came back. “Where’s the boy?”
“Busy,” the magus said. “He’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“You knew.”
He nodded.
“She just…”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not fair.”
“She loved you so much.”
Fandom: X-Men/Young Avengers
Characters: Victor Borkowski
Prompt: 65. Passing
Word Count: 640
Rating: PG
Summary: He had to see Ray-Ray eventually.
Author's Notes: A That Damn MPreg story.
Victor stared uncomprehendingly at the door as someone knocked. When it became clear that whoever it was wasn’t going away, he finally propelled himself off the bed and opened the door. He was fully expecting to find Ted Altman on the other side, there to drag him out and help him acclimate to the world that had changed so much since he had died. Aside from a very brief visit from the Vision, the shape-shifter was the only person Victor had really seen.
The sight that greeted Vic on the other side of the door came as something of a shock.
“Bobby?”
Robert Altman-Kaplan smiled, toying with the Eye of Agamotto pinned to his collar. “Hi Uncle Vic.”
“My God, look at you! You… haven’t changed at all.”
Bobby’s smile turned into a bit of a grin. “Good genes,” he said confidentially. “Looks like I got something from Dad’s side after all.” He pulled Victor into a hug. “I meant to come by sooner, but my work keeps me busy.” The Sorcerer Supreme pulled back a bit, holding Victor by the shoulders. “Ray-Ray wants to see you.”
“She does?” Victor asked. “Or does she just say that because it’s expected?”
“She really does.” Something flitted across Bobby’s face, too fast for Vic to identify. “She’s been sick lately,” he said softly. “I actually came here to take you to her. Mohammed and the Mountain, you know?” He looked around, running a hand over his platinum blonde hair. “God, this place is depressing. Too clinical. You really need a change of scenery.” He made an abrupt gesture, and suddenly Victor felt like his intestines were trying to claw their way up his throat. He dropped to his knees, and was vaguely aware of pavement beneath him and a sudden rise in ambient air temperature.
“Your teleportation spell sucks, kid,” Victor gasped.
“Sorry.” Bobby crouched beside Victor. “You okay?”
“I’ll live,” Victor managed, getting to his feet. “Christ, warn a guy next time.” He looked around, noting the palatial mansion in front of them.
Back in the day, he’d always thought of it as Nico’s place. Her inheritance from her parents. He’d spent a lot of time there, over the years.
“She’s upstairs. Master bedroom,” Bobby said. “She’s waiting for you.”
***
Victor sat in the chair beside the bed, holding tightly to the withered hand resting in his. Rachel was talking, her voice soft and raspy as she filled the reptilian mutant in on the last fifty years. “Aiden… he’s my younger grandson… he lives with me. He’s at school right now, such a good boy… must get it from his mother’s side.” She laughed dryly. “He’s-”
There was a rush of air, and suddenly the old speedster and the older mutant weren’t alone in the room anymore.
“WhyisUncleBobbyhereareyoualrightGrandmawho’sthis?”
It took Victor a moment to process the rushed words. The boy looked like Nico, with spiky black hair and big dark eyes that darted from Victor to Rachel in a constant flicker.
“Speak of the devil,” Rachel murmured. “Aiden, Victor. Victor, Aiden.”
“Oh. Thenotdeadguy.” The teenager vibrated in place.
Rachel snorted. “What I said about him being the good one? I take it back. So rude.”
Victor bit his tongue to keep from reminded the old woman of her own youthful lack of manners. Bobby poked his head into the room. “Aiden, my boy, can I borrow you? Just for a minute.”
Aiden looked to his grandmother for approval. The old woman nodded, and the boy scowled, planting a kiss on her cheek before he left.
***
Victor was still sitting there, his hands wrapped around Rachel’s, when Bobby came back. “Where’s the boy?”
“Busy,” the magus said. “He’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“You knew.”
He nodded.
“She just…”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not fair.”
“She loved you so much.”