Chapter 52:  Moira, meet Sam…  I'll take an order X-Men Group Hug and Coffee Break.

The Velocity landed outside the Muir Island Center.  Opening the hatch, Rahne bolted out of the VTOL, and not a single occupant said a word about it.

Heading down the ramp at a more sedated pace, Kyle found that Amara was waiting at the base, namely, he found out when she glomped him.  Staggering, he smirked slightly at the Nova Roman princess.

"Well hello there! That eager to see me?"

Amara shot him a look.

"Betsy told the Professor where you all were."

Kyle's face immediately dropped the happy façade.

"Something tells me Rahne's the one who's going to be in need of our support.  She's been pretty badly shaken."

Amara nodded, and the two of them began to formulate a quick plan, grabbing up the other X-Men as they walked towards the Center.

Moira MacTaggert stood out on the balcony of the Center, watching as Rahne ran towards the building.  Suddenly, a figure seemed to blast out of nowhere. Dr. MacTaggert began to stand, about to say something, when Charles spoke from behind her.

"Don't. That's Sam.  If anyone can calm her down, it's him."

She looked at him, shocked, but he simply motioned for her to turn back around.  She watched, amazed, as Sam caught Rahne around the waist, and, pulling an impressive aerial maneuver, slipped her back to his stomach, and flipped them, just in time to let his back hit the ground.

"Sam's mutation allows him to fly, but he only stops when he hits something, hard.  He's also invulnerable in flight, although he can be shaken up."

She nodded, shaken herself, as she watched the girl who was almost a daughter to her cry into her boyfriend's chest.

Suddenly, she was amazed when the X-Men turned, almost like they had been sent a mental command, and, as one, mobbed Rahne.

She started to move, until she realized that the mob was nothing more than one massive group hug.

"The X-Men see themselves, if nothing else, as one big family. They may have their problems with each other, but Lord have mercy on anyone who steps between them, or earns themselves the anger of the whole group."

Moira nodded, slightly shocked, as the X-Men guided Rahne into the Center.

Later, Moira walked into the large kitchen that was a part of the institute to see a sight that would forever be burned into her memories.

The walls were covered in flour and sugar, which had different drawings laid into it.  The ground was covered in caramel and chocolate syrup.  The counters were layered in everything from ice cream to baking soda.

This was all easily attributed to one thing.

The X-Men had gotten to the coffee.

And not just ANY coffee.

It was THE COFFEE!  The kind that makes elephants stay on a caffeine high for a week. For a mutant, it was only more potent.

Fortunately, Logan straightened it all out with a single training session.

After cleaning the mess, Moira drug Rahne aside.

"Now Rahne, what's this oiy be 'earin' aboot' you 'avin' a boyfriend?"

"Moira, don' be mad…"

"Mad? Aboot what, ye' growin' up 'nd becomin' a lady? Nay, lass, iffen I didn' want ye' to do somethin' like this, I would 'ave kept ye 'ere. Oiy just want tae meet the laddie.  'nd give 'im the third degree."

"Wah do Ah have tha fealin' that Ah won' enjoy it?" Came a southern drawl from the doorway.  Looking up, she saw a tall, lanky southern boy standing in the doorway.

"It won' be bein to bad, laddie." Said Dr. MacTaggert.

"Wah do Ah feel laike Ah've haerd thaht tone before?"

"Remembar when Remy taught us all how ta play pokar?

"Oh." He looked at Rahne, "She's goin'ta kill meh."

Moira laughed, as she said. "Oiy think ye and Rahne will be gettin' aloong just foin."