Growing Up A Superhero got a lot more, well, fame than I ever expected it to. It is not written in a chronological order, and it "lives" in the same universe as Generation: Black Air. You'll notice lots of characters showing up in both series, as some of the stories here take place in the future.

I've put summaries under the stories; there's not much need for ratings. You don't need to read them in order (unless otherwise noted), and I've put links to recommendations that some of them have recieved where appropriate!

It's important to note that GUAS breaks off from canon directly after the Age of Apocaplypse. In other words, Gambit still has a Big Secret, Professor X isn't Onslaught, and Claremont never happened. It's easier for me that way!

Have re-designed this slightly. Just playing. *grins* There are now three categories: 'future' which is when the story's set, 'past' and 'present.' I'm sure you can figure those out!

The Stories

Notes Just what it sounds like. Missing Mama Bear Scott and Alex Summers. [past] "Scott?" [Alex] whispered half way down. "What?" Scott whispered back, bending closer. "What did Brother and Baby Bear do when Mama and Papa left?" Scott was silent for a long time. Finally he leaned closer still and said, "They stuck together." What Else May Life Offer? Logan. [past] "Oh, Logan," she said before he'd even made it all the way in. She stood by the pot-bellied stove, hands on her hips. "What have you done to your clothes?" That hadn't really been the reaction he'd expected. The way his face looked--as though he'd been danced on by a rampaging moose--he'd expected something along the lines of 'we're having company and you look like a scoundrel,' or maybe 'whatever happened? Did those boys pick on you again?' or anything in between. Anything but a comment about his clothes. Love to my Brother Scott and Jean's son. [future] "Guys! Time for lunch!" "Oh, squishy poop." Cody stifled a giggle at his sister's exclamation. They both knew she wasn't supposed to say things like that. Brigette looked down at her laughing brother, and smiled. In her opinion, he didn't laugh out loud nearly as often as he should. "Squishy soft gooey poop." "Brij," Cody said, hiccuping, "stop it!" Into the Street Remy LeBeau. [past] "We goin', Momma?" he whispered as she opened the door and quickly got in. Jessie nodded as she turned the key in the ignition, not having to worry about her husband hearing the car start from down the street so far, and the tiny truck sprung to life. Remy wasted no time in turning the heater on, and they drove off. The vehicle couldn't be reported stolen; Jessie'd had it switched to her name a few weeks earlier. The only thing she had to worry about was that her husband may, out of spite, report that she'd kidnapped their son. But she couldn't leave without him. She wouldn't do that to a boy so young. Love to my Sister A follow-up to "Love to my Brother." [future] Jean watched with a chill running down her spine as her eight-year-old daughter stood at her dead brother's grave. It had been a year since he'd died, and Brigette seemed . . . changed. After he had died, when she had become so introspective and quiet, everyone assumed it was grief and she would eventually return to herself. But she hadn't. Not really. The Bell's First Ring Angelo. [future] He didn't know why he had let her paint whiskers on him. Somehow she always seemed to get away with these things. Maybe it was because she was so short. Twenty-five and still hadn't gotten any taller than five foot six. Or maybe it was because she looked so damn cute in her cut off jeans and tied-around-the-waist man's old dress shirt, both of which she filled out quite nicely. But most likely it was just because he had known her for so very long. Summer Daze Bobby Drake. [past] "C'mon," Bobby said, using his head to indicate that they should follow. "We should finish washing the car." Danny pitched in after that, already soaking wet. Control of the hose was a hotly debated issue, but both Jack and Danny agreed that Bobby should, under no circumstances, have it. Bobby thought this was a horrible thing to have happen. "I need the hose!" he cried mournfully. "Without it I'll die!" The Hunchback of Notre Dame Domino. [past] Black jack on the red queen. Red five on the black six. Lightning crashed again, brightening the room for only a moment. The lamp flickered, and went out. Screams from above, not truly scared but startled. She sat in the blackness for a moment, letting her violet eyes become accustomed to the dark. Black six on the red seven. Flip the top card. Ace of spades. Set the killing card aside, put the two of spades on top. Other black two on the red three. Flip the card. King of spades. Black four on the red five. The whole set on the king of spades. Flip the card. Black and white. White and red. Ace of diamonds. Put it at the top, put the two of diamonds on it and the three of diamonds on that. Flip the card. Laughter. One of Those Days Pete Wisdom [past](Recommended by Sascha!) Five boys, one girl, many big sticks and me. One guess which side I was on. Nope, not the girl's. One guess which side was beating the stuffing out of the other. Nope. The girl's. Believe it or not--and you probably won't--the chit attacked us. I told you you wouldn't believe me. From the Ashes Phoenix and the Summers [future]. Small, delicate telepathic fingers touched the boundaries of his mental shields and he blew a cold feeling in her direction. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her shiver, and one corner of her mouth kicked up in a smile. The feeling, as if a window in the mental plane had been left open and a chilly breeze blew, was returned to him. Neither made eye contact with the other. Cable continued to clean his gun, feeling her small, childlike mental fingers touch and probe his boundaries. A touch here, a pull there. Testing. Feeling. Getting to know. A Very Unmerry Christmas Summers, including original chars. [future] Scott moaned and looked up at her from where he had buried his head under his pillow. "Send Apocalypse. Magneto. The Marauders, Mr. Sinister and the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants any day," he muttered blearily, "but not four-year-olds on Christmas morning."

Prom Dress, Protective Father, and the Winner is . . .
Summers, including original chars. [future]
"CHIYA! DATE'S HERE!" bellowed a voice from the door.

"This is so exciting!" Daemon said, almost hopping with thrill.

"I really don't think strapless was the way to go on that dress," Tommy muttered.

"The back is too low," Scott said, nodding.

"And that slit is way too high," Tommy added.

"The dress is too tight," Scott finished.

Oh Bleep, Here Comes the Sheep
Sean. [past]
He ran up another hill, his lungs stretching with the effort of collecting all the oxygen his pounding muscles needed. At the top of the hill he didn't bother to pause, only continued across it and then down the other side. Below was his treasure, his prize for running all this way.

It was an unprotected flock of sheep.

A Different Kind of Suprise, Or, "Gay" Doesn't Always Mean Happy, Dummy
Azul and Kurt. [future] (Recommended by Sascha!)
"So," Kurt said at last taking a deep breath. "You're gay?"

Azul nodded.

"You're sure?"

Azul grinned.

Kurt grinned back. Identical grins. "Right. Stupid question." They both shot looks at Logan--at the same time--then looked back at each other.

"Logan, don't," Kurt said even as Wolverine's mouth opened. It closed with a click, but there was a definite grin starting.

Kurt opened his mouth to give his long time friend another warning, but it was too late. "There somethin' we should know, fuzzy? I mean, you two are practically identical. . . ."

The Hours After
Bobby Drake. [future]
He touched her wavy brown, shoulder length hair, wanting to cradle her but afraid that he would only hurt her worse.

"Step back, Bobby," a female voice said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Go get Rogue and Angel and tell them to bring the stretcher."

"Is she--"

"NOW, Iceman."

He reacted to the codename instantly, shooting out the window and down into the battlefield below. "Rogue! Angel! QUICK!"

Generation: Black Air
Logan, Domino, Pete, Kitty, many others. [future]
Wolverine eyed his glass for a long time. "It's been a while since either of us were at Black Air, Dom."

Domino remained quiet, knowing that sooner or later--and she hoped sooner--he would say what he was thinking.

"Plenty long enough to raise kids o' ours."

Domino watched him. "You've got to be kidding." The look he gave her told her plainly that he wasn't. "Logan, I know I never donated ovules. Did you give sperm?"

Logan chuckled, and shook his head. "Darlin', did you even pay attention to the needle prick when they gave you that physical after your first few missions? I did. They drew blood, and kept it. I also saw that they only gave their best agents physicals. Take a little of this DNA, a little of that DNA, mix it all up and you've got a combo of your best people, raised however you want to make them the perfect machines."

The Midnight Twinkie Run
Bobby and Hank. [past]
Bobby knelt, bringing his face up to where Hank's ear was. "I wish I were an Oscar Mayer wiener," he whispered softly. "That is what I'd really like to be-e-e! 'Cause if I were an Oscar Mayer wiener, everyone would want a bite of me-e-e!"

There was no response from the sleeping figure, and so, very softly, Bobby started to sing it again.

Hi, Mom
Jamie Madrox. [present]
Okay, I'm feeling like a moron. But really, what does one say in a letter to one's mother?

It was Moira's idea, you know. Said I should write a letter to you. Only, she said it with an accent. "Ye shood write a letter ta ye mum." (Without the "mum" part.)

I said, "Sure, Moira! Mum's the word!"

She didn't think that was very funny.

The Summers' Legacy
Cable. [future]
If there was one thing Cable was bad at, it was waiting. For a battle, in an ambush, that he could do. He knew what to expect. He had a vague idea of what was going to happen. But this was driving him crazy. "What is it, Beast?"

Slowly Hank looked up and met the clear gray eyes of his best friend's son. This type of news was never easy. He sat up straighter, pushing his emotions to the back of his mind. "Cable, I have bad news. These are only preliminary tests, mind you--"

An icy fist wound tightly around his heart, and he almost bit off the words. "What is it?"

Ashes to Ice
Scott. [past]

Until she had come along, and gently, kindly, carefully, patiently eased him back into the world. And he had been so *happy.* She had made him happy. She had made him see the things he'd missed, because no one had said he could notice them.

And now she was dead. And his world was gray.

Miss April's Stars and Garters
Hank and Bobby. [past]
"It's only chemistry, Bobby."

"It's a foul demon from another world," Bobby muttered, and bit vengefully into a Twinkie. "Im gofa ful da tef toforfo," Bobby moaned with his mouth full.

...To Make A Child Walk
Remy. [future]
There was no more fighting to save anything after that. It happened too quickly, and Remy couldn't even tell what was up and what was down. All he was aware of was that the fragile arms clinging to his waist were suddenly gone.

It seemed an eternity before the spinning stopped. Remy blinked several times, and was aware that time had passed between his blinks. Too much time.

Above him, around him there was metal, warped and twisted horribly. His thinking was fuzzy, but one thing was clear: Lazare wasn't holding on to him anymore.

"Just hold still," someone said, and there was an arm reaching through a hole in the maze of chrome, touching the top of his head gently. "Hold still, the paramedics are already on their way."

Talking to Yourselves.
Jamie. And Jamie. And Jamie. [past]
"Jamie, meteor showers don't just change."

"Well, Jamie, maybe you wrote it down wrong."

"I didn't write it down wrong, Jamie."

"Bet you did. I'm gonna go check."

Jamie groaned. "This is nuts. There are too many of me to watch a meteor shower with."

The other Jamie agreed. "You should just re-absorb him."

The silence that followed was somehow sarcastic.

Angel's Clover
Azul Wagner and Michael Worthington. [future]
He looked down at the phone number, printed in Marienne's neat handwriting.

He loved Marienne. Ask anyone. They would tell you.

Michael sighed and crumpled the paper unhappily.

Shades of . . . Pink
Scott. [future]
"Oh, that's nice," Scott said, gazing at the picture Bobby's daughter handed him proudly. He looked down at the young girl, her eyes, hair and the marks on her face all pale blue as she beamed up at him with a hopeful expectation of praise.

"Did you do one?" she asked.

"Ah, no," Scott answered, giving the picture back and shoving his hands in his pockets uncertainly. He didn't normally color. His last coloring experience had ended with Jimmy Torres stealing his crayons and running away with them, shouting that Scott was a wussy-brain.

The Flying Purple People Eater
Scott and his children. [future]
"They're hiding in the dark," Cody said, just as it seemed that Brigette was willing to believe her father's words. Her head snapped around, curly strawberry blond hair braided back. Worried eyes looked at Scott searchingly.

"They're not hiding in the dark," Scott said, shaking his head. "I can see in the dark because of my visor. They can't hide from me."

Brigette sat in the middle of her bed, her knees tucked up to her chin and all limbs pulled tightly away from the edges where possible monsters might get them. "But it's not any normal monster, Dad," she said forlornly. "It's a people eating monster. And it must be real."

You Can Run . . .
Hank. [past]
“The oak standing right there, smack dab in my path-“

“HANK!”

“What?”

“The ball!”

That was when it fell free of the last branch and dropped with great velocity, landing right on his head. Hank ducked to avoid it, and ended up smashing his face right back into the dirt. “Oh, this is delightful,” he muttered between mouthfuls of moss. The football came to rest by a root nearby, rocking slightly as it settled into place. “I feel like something out of a slapstick comic.” He spat and plucked moss from between his teeth.

I'll Be There For You
Rictor and Shatterstar [past]
Julio looked back, too. They sat. "Well," he said finally, "if we're going to be friends, you could call me Julio."

"Why would I do that?" Shatterstar asked.

Julio frowned. "Because it's my name."

"I thought Rictor was your name."

"My name's Julio Richter," he said, trying not to get exasperated. "And my codename's Rictor. But friends usually call each other by their first names."

"Oh." Shatterstar looked at him again. "Then you may call me Shatterstar, Julio."

Julio blinked. Shatterstar looked back at the television. Well, he was trying. Had to give the guy credit for something, Julio supposed.