[ussbansheec] "A Little Push in the Right Direction"
- From: "Moria McEntire" <bansheec@xxxxxxx>
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- Date: Mon, 5 Jun 2006 22:10:59 -0400
"A Little Push in the Right Direction" William Worthington, Warren Worthington, Alexandria Munroe, Emma Frost Mirror eyes stared blankly at his father before he shrugged one wing and brushed past. If not for the eyes and a slight feathering of his own hair, William would have been the exact copy of Warren. Physically, he told himself. Nothing alike deep inside. "I'm going out, tell mom I'm not sure when I'll be back." "Don't walk away from me." Warren warned as he followed his son through the penthouse. "You've no time to go out and do whatever it is you do out in the city." "Really?" William snorted as he sauntered out onto the rooftop garden. He stretched out his wings and smiled at the release. "Do tell me what's so very important that even the great Warren Worthington the Third can't deal with it? C'mon, if it's so bad, get your X-men buddies to do it for you." The years old bitterness bubbled up but he didn't want to get into the excuses from his father yet again. Years in a mine, every day knowing that the next the X-men or his father would come sailing in to save him. They never did. "It's not that I can't handle it." The older man replied as he envied his son's ability to just unleash his wings freely. "It's a matter of you learning how to deal with it. Like it or not William you're the Worthington heir and you need to learn how things are run and you do that by sitting on meetings like the one this afternoon with Ms. Frost." "Another boring meeting where I've got to pretend like they matter?" William shook his head. "Not a chance. Train me tomorrow. Today I feel like flying. Come join me," he offered, his hand outstretched. "Come on, Dad, it's a beautiful day." It was tempting. He hadn't simply let loose and gone flying since he was his son's age. There was something hardening about taking over the family industries, something that had slowly turned Warren, to his horror, into his own father. He looked at his son, wings open to their full span, and then out into the cloudless blue sky. "Go on Uncle." A voice from the sliding door chimed. A tall white haired, dark skinned woman stood there smiling as she leaned against the frame with her arms crossed. "He's right, it's a beautiful day for flying. I'd have come here that way myself if Emma didn't have this rule about flying with the baby." "You've brought the baby?!" William cheered, mirror eyes suddenly fixed on his adoptive cousin. "Can I play? Hey, Dad, why don't we fly then come back and play with the baby?" Warren looked at the daughter of two of his oldest and dearest friends. His wings actually itched under his suit jacket and shirt. "Why don't you and Alexandria go out. I'm sure Emma is waiting." With that he walked past the woman at the door and into the penthouse. "Damnit!" William growled, spinning around to hit his hands off the rail at the edge of the balcony. "He won't give an inch. He wanted it, could you see, Lexie? He actually wanted to go out flying with me. It's like he can't stand the thought of being out with me." "I don't think it's that, William." Alexandria said carefully as she approached the railing and her cousin. "I did see it. He wants to be up there with you but there's something keeping him rooted to the ground." "Yeah his disgust for his only son," William retorted, his mirrored eyes turning as hard as an eagle's. He let out a high keen that spoke of his deep frustration and hurt then jumped onto the rail. "Coming?" he called as he simply dropped from the edge, wings folded back to dive at the sidewalk below. Alexandria sighed and then mentally spoke with Emma. ~~The baby is asleep my love. I'll be back soon.~~ Before her lover could reply bright blue eyes turned pure white. A soft breeze formed and white hair blew and danced as Alexandria rose off her feet and over the railing. An foot before he would have hit the ground, his wings flicked out and he soared straight up again. Several deep flaps brought him up to where Alexandria was hovering and he grinned. "Some uplift please?" he asked sweetly. A ferial grin lit the windrider's face as she gently aided her cousin in his flight. She lifted him with ease until he was face to face with the large sign that marked the remarkable skyscraper as Worthington Towers. Flying up to hover beside him she asked, "How do you think it would feel to fly with that on your back?" "He doesn't have to," William said softly. "He chooses to. He doesn't really want a successor, he wants someone to tell how great he is and how strong his father." Lifting one hand, he brushed over his scalp feathers then dropped it to his side. "He lives ashamed of what he is and worse ashamed of me because I can't hide like he can. Look at me," he demanded of Alexandria. "Look at my eyes, what used to be my hair. I have down-like feathers all over my body now and my hands," he lifted one to show how it was changing too, growing retractable talons. "Maybe my mutation decided to learn from your papa, but I want it to stop." "It doesn't sound like Warren is the one who's ashamed." Alexandria replied as the winds she was creating kept her aloft. "Your not the only one of us who has ever had to deal with these kinds of changes. Uncle Hank wasn't always blue and furry. When my mother first came to the school he looked as human as she or I." "No but he was loved and nurtured through most of them," William retorted, flicking his wings and sending him into a spiraling dive this time. Let me make a mistake, he prayed silently. But as he neared the ground, once again his wings snapped out automatically and he was lifted back into relative safety. "Can't even work out how to die as I should," he murmured to himself. "William Worthington don't make me zap you." Alexandria warned as she caught up with him. "Your not a coward and that would be a coward's way out." "I lived through hell," he spat, "and that's what I got to come home to: a cold tower of money and continuous disappointment from a father who couldn't even bother to find his own son." His strange eyes seemed to almost swirl as he took a sharp turn and set them a fast pace toward the open water. It had been a long time since she'd been able to fly this fast and recklessly and if the moment was different she'd be truly enjoying herself. "Do you think perhaps it's because of what you went through that makes him act the way he does, but maybe not for the reasons you may think?" "Oh?" he called back, abuptly stopping directly over the Statue of Liberty. "Maybe it's more inconveniece... Damn son who came back?" Alexandria came to a stop and hovered there her hair dancing around her shoulders. "Or maybe it's guilt. Maybe he thinks he isn't worth a grain of salt because he lost you and couldn't find you. Maybe he blames himself for what happened to you." William folded his arms across his wide chest and stared at her then grunted and nodded. "Forty years you'd think he'd be able to damn well admit it, wouldn't you? Say he's sorry and come spend time with me that doesn't involve us being in suits." He flapped so he hovered with her, closing his eyes and letting the salty winds caress his face. "It's so fresh out here. If he could just... breathe. Just let go..." Just love his son, he thought sadly. "Sometimes with men like our fathers a more direct approach is required." She smiled, allowing herself to enjoy their height and the caress of her gentle winds. "Personally I tend to favorer blowing mine into large snow drifts or brick walls. Or simply by telling him he's being an ass." "You really think Warren Worthington the Third is going to listen to his rebellious son?" he snorted, shaking his head and making some of his feathers dance in the breeze. "You try it and see how far it gets you. I've tried and I'm still out here with a cousin and not my Dad." Alexandria sighed and put her hands on her hips. "Do you think talking to the thick headed Wolverine is any easier? That damn Canadian didn't even come to my Academy graduation. You have to make him listen, William." "How?!" he demanded. "I've done everything I could. He likes wallowing and pretending it's all my fault. That way he doesn't have to admit he's weak like me." "Shove him over the railing." Alexandria offered with a smirk. "His wings will do as your's do. They'll snap open. Once you have his attention tell him how you feel." A slow smirk mirrored his as his eyes took on the blue of the sea and sky around them, almost looking like his father's. "Now that has a particular appeal. Feel like trying it?" he asked innocently. "A well placed gust of wind and he'll have no choice but to take flight." Alexandria replied with a chuckle. She could already hear both Emma and her mother asking her what the hell she'd been thinking. "Come on then!" he called as he sped off back toward the prison of a tower he called home. "Race ya!" Alexandria laughed as she put more force into the winds that carried her. She'd never admit it but she envied her cousin and uncle. They could fly without the aide of winds or anything else for that matter. Their flight was pure and personal. When the tower came into view she could see both Warren and Emma standing on the rooftop near the railing. "Enjoying yourself?" Emma asked in a way most people would have thought as cold. "Immensity." Alexandria replied as she landed with ease. William swooped down right in front of his father. "A word with you in private, Dad," he said before shoving the man hard and pushing him backwards over the edge of the banister. William took off again before anything could be said and he spiraled down after his father. The first thought that Warren had was that his reflexes were rusty, the second was that his son had lost his mind. Spinning himself into a better position he released his wings, the action of doing so trashing his jacket and shirt. He caught an up draft to right himself and flapped his wings hard until he was balanced. Once she knew he'd gotten a grip so to speak Alexandria sent a gust of wind that blew her uncle towards the ocean. Noting her lover's eyes never reverted back to normal Emma simply stood there and shook her head. "Better?" William asked jovially as he caught up with Warren and flapped lazily. Warren started at his son in disbelief. "You pushed me over the railing." "I did," William admitted with a grave nod even if his weird eyes were dancing. It took a lot more then it use too to keep the sudden wind from flipping him head over heels. Had it really been that long since his last flight? "William what the hell is going on?" "Admit you're an ass," William suddenly demanded. "Admit that you lost me and you failed to save me. Admit it, Warren Worthington the Third. Admit I'm not the failure for once in your damn life." His son's reply shocked him even more then being pushed over the railing. "I've near called you a failure, William." "You've never had to," his son countered. "The look in your eyes when I go flying or when I accidentally catch you staring at me is enough. Not human enough for you, am I?" "I'm not my father." Warren replied with hurt and anger in his eyes. "And if that's what you think then you don't know me at all." "You're getting close though," William pushed. "Why didn't you come flying today? And give me any crap about it being business and I'll dunk you in the ocean." Warren opened his mouth to say just that, business, but closed it quickly. Sea salt was a pain to get out of his feathers. "I just couldn't." William shoved his father hard. "Why not? What's wrong with me this time? "There's nothing wrong with you!" Warren pushed back. "Why are you ashamed of me?" he yelled, shoving even harder. This time his shove was aided by beat of his wings as Warren again countered his son's attack. "I'm not ashamed of you William! You're my son!" William grabbed his father's arms and held onto them as he beat his own wings hard, forcing them both high into the sky. "Then tell me you're glad I got home! Admit you need me for more than just carrying on the stupid business!" The boy's strength surprised Warren, but then again so did the fact that his son was no longer a boy. "Of course I'm glad your home!" "It's been forty years, Dad, and you haven't even said you're sorry," William said harshly. "Are you? Do you even care that you lost me and couldn't find me?" Warren broke away from his son and beat his wings hard enough to put some distance between them. "Of course I'm sorry! Losing you, not being able to find you, are my deepest regrets. I failed you and that will haunt me for the rest of my life!" To his horror, it actually stunned William to hear his father admit it. He kept his eyes on him as he inclined his head and nodded. "Thank you, that's all I wanted." Raising one hand, he asked, "Come fly with me." Warren simply nodded his acknowledgement before smiling. "Race you to Central Park." "Leave you eating the breeze," William laughed brightly as he instantly shot off. "Come on, old man, get those rusty old wings working!" He was going to feel it later on but to fly with his son would be worth it. Beating his wings as hard as he could Warren gladly took off after his son. In a decidedly light-hearted moment, William doubled back and started looping the loop around his slower father. "D'you remember taking me up in your arms to see over the whole city? D'you remember how angry mom was?" he laughed. Warren laughed as well. Page had nearly killed him. "She thought I'd drop you despite the fact that she herself loved it when I use to take her out." "Used to?" William asked as he peered as his father from beneath him. "Mom not like it any more?" "I wouldn't know." Warren sighed. "I haven't taken her flying since before we. before I lost you." That made William stop and for a moment he actually forgot to flap, hovering then dropping like a stone. "Shit," he muttered as he frantically flapped to stop from hitting the ground. "Are you... Are you divorcing? Because of me?" "It hasn't gotten to that point and if it ever did it wouldn't be because of you, William." Warren reassured his son. "I've been an ass all the way around." "Yeah, you have," William snorted. "Good of you to finally admit it. Now stop being one and race me!" With that, he shot off again. Warren laughed, stretched his wings to their full and impressive span, and took off after his son.
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