I scribbled this down a while ago, and I finally got around to typing it up, so here you go...

Homecoming by Icewing

Bobby Drake walked out of the leather-clothing store, sporting his new X-duds and smiling brightly. He flicked up the collar of his leather coat like he'd seen the Fonze do so many times before, as he said, "always wanted to do that." Iceman was back and in rare form. He had so man things to do now. Pranks needed to be pulled. Shi'Ar television stations needed to be watched. Laundry needed to be done. Well, ok, he could've probably gotten his mom to do the laundry, but he just didn't want the rest of his close to smell like the floral scented detergent of the week.

He rounded a corner and ran right into another person. Shuffling backwards a few steps, the frosty hero sized up the other person. Blond hair. Blue eyes. Stubble. Black costume with yellow wristbands. "Havok?"

"Bob, is that you?"

"Well, it's 'Bobby.' With a sting on the end." That attempt at comedy just got Iceman an odd look from Havok. "What? Bee...sting...don't you get it?"

"Oh, I get it. It's just...aren't you supposed to be kind of dark, brooding, and bearded?"

"Not according to my last contract..." Bobby pulled out a pile of papers from the inside pocket of his new jacket, skimmed over them, and pointed out a line to Alex.

"Section 3, item 2-8: you are to never mature, let alone grow facial hair," the second Summers read aloud. "Huh...where's Brute?" "Brute? What's a Brute?"

"Big, green, scaly guy. Kind of slow. Used to be the genius, Hank McCoy."

"Well, Hank just got back from a globe trotting adventure, but he's not green or scaly. Definitely not dumb, either. Big, though. Actually, he's looking a lot like a Disney copyrighted character, whose name I can't say without possibly getting sued, these days."

"Odd. What about the others? Bloodstorm? Gambit? Scotty?"

"Can't say as though I know any Bloodstorm. Although, Storm might've changed her name since the last time I saw her. She's off; hunting down some old woman's diaries with some renegade X-Men to make sure the good Prof. doesn't go whacko again. The Cajun's doing God-knows- what somewhere, but who cares about that guy? And, Scott's back to normal. Well, as normal as that stick in the mud can be."

"The Hell? I'm guessing Cap never left the Avengers, joined the team, and hulked out."

"Not to my knowledge, but I haven't been around for a while."

"And, I take it Maddie didn't come back to take care of a little guy with blond hair, either."

"Nope, still dead from what I hear."

Alex Summers literally jumped for joy. "Do you know what this means!?"

"Lorna will finally stop calling me?"

"Hmmm, no, I'm pretty sure she'll always call you, but close."

"Damn. So, uh...I'm going to have to fight over the remote with you again?"

"Well, that and...I'm home!"

"Yeah, looks like it," Drake stated with a shrug, not really impressed, considering how often Summers come back from the grave. "Want a coffee or something? I know a good place downtown."

"Nah, I'm good."

"Suit yourself."

And, with that, the two men parted ways and went about their business.

The End.