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My first update since camp started….Sorry about the wait, but in my defense I did warn you, hope you like it!

"No."

"Please?"

"Absolutely not."

"Pretty Please?"

"What part of 'no' don't you understand?"

"But I need to learn!"

"Get someone else to teach you!"

"I don't understand them, not like I understand you!"

"I don't want you to understand me."

"Too late for that…"

"What was that?!"

"Err…I mean, I can't learn from a bat! Which reminds me…has anyone seen Mom's friend?"

"You should go look for him."

"If you taught me, I'd be able to cover more ground."

"You can't even support yourself!"

"Yes I can! Look, they grew in the last few weeks, and I can jump real far now!"

"Then go jumping."

"Wait! If you teach me, I'll never bug you again and make sure there aren't any of Mom's friends in your room!"

Warren Worthington the Third looked down (albeit not very far) at the pleading eyes of the mutant before him. In the last few weeks of camping he had not noticed, but the boy was definitely bigger in some ways. The shoulders were bulkier, a trait he would soon outgrow even as he had finally left his down feathers behind and his skin and feather wings had grown disproportionately large to the rest of his body. The tail seemed to be a little more active, more flexible as it left tiny scales and tuft of fur in its wake.

"It's a very good offer." Julian ventured, pulling his ears back sorrowfully, and looking up at him like Jamie had when he wanted a cookie from Amara earlier that day.

It wasn't fair, using warfare like that.

"Alright, alright! I'll teach you how to use the damn wings!"

"YES!" Julian hopped straight up into the air, an interesting sight for something that can jump over four feet straight up with ease.

"Okay. Calm down. We'll start with simply trying to life ourselves off the ground using gliding. You'll take a running start, then jump up while you spread your wings and try to keep yourself as steady as possible in a straight line. Since the lawn is empty right now we'll use it."

The indoors of the mansion was left behind as they found themselves a good, clear run of green grass.

"Ready? Go!" Warren watched the boy begin running on two legs, stumble, leap, and fall into a heap on the ground.

"Ouch." Julian got up, dusted himself off, and trotted back.

"Maybe you weren't meant to fly."

"That's pessimistic. I can do it if I think I can." Julian sniffed. Then he started to run again, but before he started opening his wings, dropped to all fours, built up momentum, and leaped into the glide almost flawlessly.

"I've created a flying monkey." Warren muttered as Julian tried to alter his course and flew straight into a bush.

"I did it!" Julian popped up, a branch stuck in his teeth. He quickly spat it back out and went trotting back. "What do we do now?"

"We practice."

And they did.

Several hours later, Julian's flight skills were drastically improving, but his head-on collisions were getting steadily more severe. After he ran into the fountain for the fifth time, the Professor ordered them to stop and resume tomorrow, hopefully to save both mutant and property from any more damage. Julian, however, was on cloud nine and was so happy that he could fly that he and Jamie started making plans for a trip to California, in order to make Bobby jealous.

It was all the Professor could do not to break out the aspirin.

Warren seemed pleased with himself, that he could teach students how to fly, and totally forgot that he had been opposed to the idea. This played right into Charles Xavier's hands, because if he could convince Warren that he loved teaching, then he could convince him to stay.

Logan was brooding even more than usual, and had taken several rides on his motorcycle in the two days he had been back, to clear his head. However, Charles knew from experience that these sort of things rarely stop preying on the mind.

If only he could have one assurance they were alright.

But that would make it worse, then he would have to ask more questions and be more upset than originally.

A loud clanging noise brought his attention to his window, where he saw Jamie helping Julian up from what looked like a collision into a group of trash cans.

'Boys, I believe I asked you to hold the flying till tomorrow.' He thought, while Jamie looked sheepish and Julian looked slightly dazed but still cheerful.

Jamie waved before dragging Julian off.

What was that, six bushes, two trees, five for one fountain, one straight into the wall, one into the door, twelve meeting the ground, and now six trashcan collisions? The boy was going to have brain damage if he didn't take care of himself. Though, McCoy did say the boy's head was originated from some sort of horned mammal, so that would make it harder than most.

Help us all if he starts to grow horns, he thought.

"Hey, you went down the stairs and didn't hit anything."

"Yeah, I think I'm improving." Julian said, twitching his ears. "I wonder how far up I'll be able to fly when I can do it real good."

"Figures everybody else has the cool mutation. I'll never fly." Jamie said a little sulkily.

"That's not true—I heard Scott say that once you got beyond your bratty kid stage you'd be great in the courses."

"Direct quote?"

"Yeah, he said some other things, but Mom caught me and dragged me away before I could listen."

"Darn. Hey, I'm not a bratty kid! Just for that, let's slime his car when he gets back!"

"Cool. So, you don't think they'll…"

"-Never come back? No way. They're the X-men, and that's the best team in the entire world! Nobody can beat us, they'll be finding their way back anytime, and I bet you anything Kitty brings home some new guy to tease that tin man and the Rock head with. Just you watch. Scott will still have—"

"Lunch!" Roberto called through the house.

"Hold that thought." Julian said as he padded off in the direction of the kitchen.

"Wait for me!" Jamie yelled, realizing his friend was leaving him behind.

asp: Heh, yes, I feel for both of them really. Well, I hope you liked this chapter!

AnonGirl88:Heh, thank you. Be careful though, if you lavish the compliments on too much I shall grow a large head and not be able write as well. Big heads get in the way of keyboards, you know. I hope you like this chapter!

PrincessOfWildfire: Actually, I was thinking more furred flying creature, with leathery wings, though I suppose I may have miswrote something, I'd have to go back and check. Though an insane squirrel coming to the institute would be interesting. Hope you like the chapter.

Raliena: I think you're back now, but I hope you like the chapter!

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