scott x hope oneshots

healing together

When Hope was younger she thought her life was perfect. Then her mother was ripped away from her and her father shipped her off to boarding school with nothing but confusion and heartache in tow. The life she'd led was far from the one she'd dreamed about when she was little. She'd wanted to be a hero like her parents were. Back then she didn't even understand the extent of their heroism, she just knew their job was important and that they saved people on a daily basis. She thought that was cool. She never thought that by her mother saving someone, it meant that she may never come home.

Like most little girls, Hope grew up with her dad being her hero. Not the superhero kind, but the type of hero who would protect her from harm and would always cherish her more than anyone else. He was her hero, but right then, as a little girl with tears streaming down her face, she just needed him to be a dad.

She always thought her mother would just come back. She'd saved a lot of people before so she was sure that she'd come back and save her. She'd dream she'd come back and whisk her away from her dorm room where she'd spend night after night crying herself to sleep. All of that pent up emotion built an exterior in her that was made out of the toughest of materials. Hope built a wall safe enough to protect her heart, that was until Scott came along and she learnt the truth of her mother. Her mom really was a hero, one that she could still look up to like she did when she was seven.

When she'd found out Scott had a daughter, a part of her heart broke. They were putting him through all of this and he had a daughter at home. A daughter that would rely on him to be the father figure she needed. She'd been through that, the ups and the downs. Hope never wanted Cassie to go through what she went through. She saw a lot of her childhood mirrored in Cassie's and it was part of why she was so protective over Scott.

Scott would say that Cassie reminded him of her, that they were both so incredibly intelligent and adventurous. Hope wouldn't disagree, she loved Cassie and found it easy to talk to her because she was almost on the same level as her a lot of the time. However, one thing Cassie is that she wasn't growing up is that she is far more resilient.

Cassie had lived a life where her father had been in prison, then put under house arrest and then stuck in the quantum realm. Years and years of her life had revolved around her dad being gone, yet she remained the same. She was admirably strong and always remained the same curious girl she had always been. Hope wished she was like that. She wished she'd been happier and spent more time enjoying the positive things she did with her dad and not the negatives. It was too late to change the past.

Hope sat on the floor in the corner of the gym. Scott was busy training Cassie but she knew she'd have to cut in soon because despite the training she'd given him herself, Scott wasn't the best martial artist.

"She's going to be better than you soon," Hope said loudly so they could hear over the music that blasted through the room.

"What do you mean soon? I already am." Cassie winked at Hope and she responded with a chuckle.

She had to admit, it was weird adjusting to a life where half of the population had moved ahead five years. You had to get used to different ways of life and the fact that people had grown and changed around you. Cassie was still that same optimistic girl she'd grown to love, but now she was taller, stronger and a fighter. The strength she'd claimed in a period of despair had made her nothing but a better person. The caring nature of her father with the stealth of a fighter.

One thing she did notice about Cassie was that she was reluctant to spend time alone. She'd developed a sort of protectiveness over the people around her, especially her dad. Whenever she'd get asked to parties or sleepovers by her school friends she'd hesitate and more often than not would decline, instead choosing to curl up on the couch with her dad. She'd constantly be in contact with him, a quick text asking where he was at least three times a day and a tight hug before she went to sleep every night that she stayed over. It was a way of coping.