The Hotshot Limited Series
                             #1 of 4
                            Homecoming
			by Ben Church bchurch@su.edu

     Guess what?  Everyone in this chapter of the story belongs to me! 
 I've never done that before!  Wahoo!

                       "We were living in,
                           High cotton,
                Old times there are not forgotten,
         Leaving Home was the hardest thing I ever did."

     Mary Davidson sat alone in the living room of the mountain home 
she shared with her husband Trevor, and her youngest son John.  Her son 
was out with his girlfriend, and Trevor was chopping wood for the 
coming winter.
     She had just gotten comfortable when she heard the faint sound of 
a motorcycle outside.

     Will rode up to his grandparent's house, paused for a moment, and 
rode on by.  He rode slowly, as it had started to rain a few minutes 
ago.  He had to prepare his grandparents first.  The shock of seeing 
their dead grandson alive could kill them.  Besides, he had someone to 
visit first.  He pulled the cycle to a stop in front of the family 
cemetery.  Many generations of Davidsons were buried here, though the 
name had changed a couple of times, they were family, every one.
     He lowered the kickstand of the cycle and dismounted.  He had 
several flowers in his hand.  He walked slowly along the path, and was 
suddenly assailed with memories.  Most strong was that of the last time 
he had visited his parents' and sister's graves.  It had been raining 
as it was now, and it had been the start of one of his many adventures 
with the X-Men.  But last time, Jubilee had been with him.
     Will wiped a tear from his eye, and stopped in front of the 
graves.  In front of him was his own headstone.
     "God that's an eerie sight.  How many times am I going to see that 
stone before it really is mine?"  He laid the flowers down on the 
graves of his mother, father and sister.  Then he noticed there was 
another set of flowers on his grave, fresh ones.  He picked them up and 
read the note.
     "May you be in heaven a half hour before the Devil knows you're 
dead.
     -The Davidsons"
     Will smiled, his family was originally from Ireland.  The toast 
was a traditional Irish toast.  He stood in the rain for a moment, and 
then walked back to his bike.  He rode on till he found a rest stop 
with a pay-phone.

     Trevor set down the load of wood, and dried his hair with a dish 
towel.  "It's really coming down out there."  He said.  He picked up a 
glass from the sink, rinsed it out and was about to get some orange 
juice when the phone rang.
     "I'll get it." Trevor said from the kitchen.
     "Okay dear."  Mary continued reading the book she was holding.
     "Hello?" she overheard.  Then she heard the distinctive sound of a 
glass being dropped.  "Say that again?" Trevor asked in a shaky voice.

     "Hi Grandma." Will said as the door was opened.
     "Will!"  Mary had hardly believed it when she'd heard his voice 
over the phone, but here he was, alive and better than ever.  She 
gathered him up in her arms and hugged him.  "Goodness, how on Earth?"
     Will related the tale of his resurrection to his grandparents.  "I 
know it sounds strange but-"
     "Strange nothing." Trevor said.  "It's absolutely incredible!  But 
here's the proof right in front of us!"
     "Will would you like something to eat?" Mary asked.
     "Oh, no thank you." Will said.
     "Well then, if you'll excuse me, I've got some phone calls to 
make."  She got up and walked as calmly as she could to the phone.  
She'd always loved being the bearer of good news, and what better news 
could there be than this?
     Will smiled, he expected he'd have lot's of people to talk to 
quite soon.  Then, his smile faded.  His eye had fallen on the headline 
on the front page of the newspaper on the coffee table.
     SECOND DISAPPEARANCE IN AS MANY DAYS.  POLICE ARE BAFFLED.  Next to 
the headline was a picture of two of his friends from high school.
     "No rest for the weary." he muttered.

                    Next issue: Class reunion.