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Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda (Reed Richards-Scott Summers | G | 2,112 words): Scott meets Reed when they're both counselors at a summer camp. This is a just plain fun imagining of how Scott and Reed could have met.
Excerpt:
The bus doors were closing, and Scott was resigning himself to being stared at due to his shades and/or talking with eight-year-old, bespectacled Peter and his friend Harry for the entire ride upstate, when a hand thrust through the crack between the doors and someone yelled, "Please, wait!"
A tall, gangly guy with a big backpack followed his hand through when the driver opened the doors again, then promptly fell up the stairs. As the entire bus watched in fascinated silence, he unfolded his long, bare legs, stood, and brushed off the front of his blue Camp Windy Hills polo shirt. He looked up, and his dark eyebrows immediately drew together. "Oh. Oh, dear." A quick glance down at his khaki shorts, immaculate white sneakers, and--strangely--black argyle socks. "Were we not supposed to come in uniform?"
Excerpt:
The bus doors were closing, and Scott was resigning himself to being stared at due to his shades and/or talking with eight-year-old, bespectacled Peter and his friend Harry for the entire ride upstate, when a hand thrust through the crack between the doors and someone yelled, "Please, wait!"
A tall, gangly guy with a big backpack followed his hand through when the driver opened the doors again, then promptly fell up the stairs. As the entire bus watched in fascinated silence, he unfolded his long, bare legs, stood, and brushed off the front of his blue Camp Windy Hills polo shirt. He looked up, and his dark eyebrows immediately drew together. "Oh. Oh, dear." A quick glance down at his khaki shorts, immaculate white sneakers, and--strangely--black argyle socks. "Were we not supposed to come in uniform?"