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1¹ | Dexter ▷ Scott Summers | ✓
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Complete, First published Jun 04, 2016
❝I shoot concussive beams from my eyes.❞
        
    ❝My hair turns into a candle, you're not that special.❞
        
    [Post X-Men Apocalypse]
    [Scott Summers]
    [#94 in Fanfiction]
    [Cover by @starIords]
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"No running through the hallway!" I yelled as two boys ran past me. "Yes Professor." They said as they slowed down. I smiled as I shook my head and continued walking towards my class. "Professor there are two kids fighting at the pool." Rogue , one of my students, said softly. "Thank you for telling me." I said with a smile. "What is going on?" I asked as I made it to the pool and saw Bobby and John fighting. "He started it." John growled out. "Well I'm finishing it, class now or I will send you to the Professor's office." I ordered. "Yes Professor." Bobby said as he walked away. I smiled as I shook my head and walked to my class. "Mom!" A voice yelled. I smiled as I turned to see my five year old daughter run up to me. "Hello Sweetheart, what are you up to?" I asked as I picked her up. "Running from papa." She said with a giggle. I smiled as I saw my husband of twenty years walking towards us.