Next Generation scraps

== Sweater Swap ==
A 'verse where Button and Jupiter are the same age and grow up in Sydney and Pittsburgh, respectively
Timing: Winter, when the kids are ~16
Setting: Jones home, Pittsburgh, USA
"Is that my sweater?" asks Jupiter.
Button backs away. "No?"
"It has a teddy bear on the elbow."
"It does?"
Jupiter steps closer, almost looms. "Yea, just like my Kaylee sweater, /which I haven't seen in three days."
"It's really cold and I—" Narrows his eyes. "/Hey! That's /my Squirrel Girl hoodie!"
"I had to have /something warm since /you took my sweater!"
"You have a whole /drawer of jumpers!"
"But /that's my favourite!" Crosses her arms, huffs, "Besides, it looks better on me."
"In what universe?" scoffs Button. "This colour'll /totally wash out your complexion."
Jupiter blinks. "Really?"
"Yup. You need to wear warmer ones than this; they'll make your glow brighter."
"Oh. Uh, cool. Thanks."
Button cocks his head. "You know, kinda like that hoodie does."
Jupiter checks herself, grins. "Trade?"
"Really?"
"Yea."
"Awe/some!" Hugs himself. "Just in time for tomorrow's blizzard!"
"Why didn't you have your dad knit you a sweater before you came up here?"
"I didn't know it would be /this cold," he whines.
Jupiter rolls her eyes. "Spoiled tropical boy."
"You're just jealous."
"Yea, I am," sighs Jupiter.
"Look at it this way: you can always put more clothes /on in winter. In summer, I eventually can't take any more /off."
"Good point."
"I know."
Jupiter shoves—
Button dodges.
—overbalances, tangles her feet in Button's, and they go down in a heap.
"These padded elbows come in handy," wheezes Jupiter.
"You thought those were a fashion statement?" laughs Button. 
. 
== Paperwork ==
Date/Timing: Button is ~17-18, Fenna's a few years older 
Setting: Carnegie Mellon DriftSci; Pittsburgh, USA 
Inspired by this Tumblr post. 
It's the middle of Pittsburgh winter when the 'Rangers: The Next Generation' reporter shows up at Carnegie Mellon DriftSci. 
Button and Fenna're there on holiday break. 
And, oh yea, there's Jupiter, too. 
Reporter takes a quick look at the three of them side-by-side on the couch and grins like they've just struck gold. 
Button and Fenna's mobiles /twinkle. 
queen_bee: They jst went all melting pot a gold 
cute_aza: Yup 
cute_aza: How bad shud we mess w/ them? 
f_p_vos: Vry vry badly 
queen_bee: Teh usual? 
cute_aza: Yup 
f_p_vos: ^u^ 
They grin in unison. 
Reporter pulls up a chair, glows at them. "Hello!" 
"Hi!" they chorus. 
"I'm Fred Wynn and I write for [publication]. I'm working on a story about the sons and daughters—" 
"Children," corrects Fenna. 
Wynner smiles indulgently—/prick—says, "Right, /children of PPDC Rangers and Doctor Lightcap tells me all three of you are." 
"Yea." 
"Yup." 
"Yep." 
"How about you introduce yourselves and tell me your parents' names. Let's start with you," they say and point to Jupiter. 
"Jupiter Jones, she-her-hers. My dad's Jackson Jones and my mom's Charlotte Darling, who would've jockeyed /Horizon Brave 5 if it'd been built." 
Wynner jots. "Next?" 
"Fenna Vos, she-her-hers. My parents are Pietr and Griet Vos." 
Wynner looks up. "I'm sorry, I don't—" 
"My father was the floating Spare." 
"And the only Ranger to pilot a Jaeger from every series," adds Button. 
Wynner scribbles. "I'll have to—" Chews the end of their pen, then points it at Button. "And you?" 
"Button Jones, he-him-his. My dad's Logan Jones and Mum's Blossom Collocott." 
Wynner blinks. "'Button''s an odd name." 
Button shrugs. "It's what I like being called." 
"But what does it say on your paperwork?" 
"Uhh ... I don't remember. Lemme check." Digs in his back pocket, flips open his wallet, frowns. "Crap. These are all /wrong." 
"They still have the mistake?" 
"I thought you fixed it!" accuses Jupiter. 
"My passport's right! It's this USA stuff's fucked up!" 
"You put it off /again, didn't you?" scolds Fenna. 
Button gestures wildly— 
Fenna ducks a flailing arm. 
—yelps, "Do you have any /idea what a royal pain in the ass correcting this is?! Your—" Waves a finger at Jupiter. "—/stupid country /still doesn't have the right option!" 
"It's not /my—" 
"Excuse me, what're you talking about?" 
Button sulks back into the cushions, arms crossed. "There was a mistake on my birth certificate and it's been a /nightmare trying to get it fixed." 
Wynner's brow furrows. "What sort of mistake?" 
"The doctor ticked the wrong 'gender' box," huffs Button. 
Wynner narrows their eyes. "So you're transgender?" 
"I'm me." 
"What gender were you born as?" 
Button glares. "/Mine." 
"But you use masculine pronouns." 
"Because I get more respect with 'em. /You try living a day as a 'she'." 
"So you're female." 
"I'm /me." 
Wynner barely controls an eye roll. "Let's try another angle, what do you two think of Button as?" 
"My cousin," says Jupiter. 
"My datemate," says Fenna, lacing her arm through Button's. 
Button oozes against her. 
The ol' lightbulb goes off over Wynner's head and they laser in on Fenna. "What is Button biologically?" 
"Human." She shrugs. 
Steam's starting to come out of Wynner's ears. "What's between his legs?" 
Fenna makes a face. "It's none of your business, but, on a good day—" Leers at Button. "—me." 
Wynner goes bright red, tugs at their collar, aims for a smile. "So who wears the pants in your relationship?" 
Fenna and Button look down at their be-trousered legs, exchange a glance. 
"Both of us?" says Fenna. 
"Except when it's neither of us," snickers Button. 
"Get a room, you two," huffs Jupiter. 
"Can we borrow yours?" 
"Eww. /No." Grimaces. "You're not having sex on my bed." 
"What if we promise to stay on the floor this time?" 
"/No." 
"Worst. Cousin. Ever." 
"Only. Cousin. You've. Got." 
Button and Jupiter lean across Fenna and stick out their tongues. 
Fenna rolls her eyes. 
"O-okay. Let's try an' continue," ventures Wynner. "Now, Button, what name is on your IDs?" 
He sits back, tight up against Fenna. "Some say 'Danica Holly' and some say 'Holden Adam'." 
"Which's right?" 
"Neither. My name's 'Button'." 
"Which's older?" 
"Why does it matter? They're both wrong." 
Defeat flashes across Wynner's face. 
About fucking time. 
Aunt Kirra walks in, announces, "Playtime's over. Doctor Lightcap wants another test run with the bridging rig." 
Jupiter pushes to her feet. 
Fenna stands, pulls Button upright. 
He drags his feet. "I /hate this rig. I can't see straight for an /hour afterward!" 
"You're /lucky, /I have to watch you two having brain sex the whole time," grumbles Jupiter. 
"We have to make it fun, somehow," points out Fenna. 
Aunt Kirra rolls her eyes. "She thinks she's fixed /both of those things—" 
"Aww, duuuude," whines Button. 
"—which's why you're testing it again." 
They haul themselves to the test chamber while Aunt Kirra shows Wynner to the door. 
Jupiter checks behind them, says, "I think that went well." 
"Yep," says Fenna. 
"Yup,"  replies Button. "What do you think they'll write?" 
"Probably that you and I are just as 'difficult' as our dads were back in the day and if they even remember Fenna that she's a saint for putting up with us." 
"At least it's true." 
They all laugh. 
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