Rise or Fall

by Heiress Mellie

First Class: Charles and Erik have accepted their roles as guardians and headmasters over the young mutants but there is still work to be done for the greater than typical family. This is a familial and discipline, including spanking, centered fiction.

131. Chapter 131 In the Hands of Steel

X-Men-First Class: Rise or Fall

Chapter One Hundred Thirty One

Author's Word: Supreme apologies for how long this has taken to get up. I wanted to get posted before Thanksgiving but family time on top of work totally took away from that. I hope everyone enjoyed Thanksgiving and got to indulge in some fun shopping for Black Friday. To quote Pooh Bear, I'm thankful for nothing short of everything. Particularly this story and certain readers I know. Please enjoy and review!

Alfred Lord Tennyson was correct when he said 'Love is the only gold' –Hank

Congratulations, you guys! I am so happy that you two have each other forever now. Marriage is the best, especially the part about having a hubby that will put up with your zaniness. –Love, your very much zany little sister Raven

Better you than me, Charles. Just kidding! Congrats! –Your Kid Instructor Alex

To give up part of one's self in the union of marriage in order to gain a better half is a feat many cannot pull off. Enjoy your gift of each other for all it is worth. –Wishing you all the best, Leon

I knew you guys were meant to be from the start. Even though you're married now, I'm still rooting for you. –Love, Seanie

You two have done so much, especially for all of us. You deserve this happiness more than anyone else. I hope you know that. –Love and Blessings, Maya

I finally have you both and I am not sharing, except maybe with Joey. Congrats, sis and welcome to the family, Charles (my apologies in advance). –Love always, your fabulous sister Cordy

Emma, thanks for always being so cool. Charles, thanks for letting me live. –See ya soon, the Frankenstein

I don't know how to tell you how glad I was to see you two get married. Charles, thank you so much for being good to Emma and making her happy. And me, too. –Love, Scott

I knew Auntie Em was the only lady perfect for my Uncle Charles and for our family. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you both. I hope you have a good time and I can't wait for you to get back. –Love, your Princess Becky

Good luck and big congrats! –Love, Cody

Congratulations to Mummy my angel and Daddy my hero. –I love you, your son Joey

Weddings are fun! I wish you two could get married all the time. –Love, Trav

Hugs and kisses for Auntie Emmie and Uncle Charles. Love, Kiki

Leaving out of the suite's attached bathroom in his red and gold trimmed pajamas and robe, Charles approached the king sized bed. A white adorned Emma sat up in their equally ivory floral themed linens.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, darling."

"Oh no, you didn't." Emma looked to him, indicating the massive poster board she held. "I was just rereading what the kids wrote for us." She carefully placed the card between the bed and night stand on her side.

Charles positioned himself on the mattress to easily face her. "One would think they've done more than their fair share for us already. Their abundance of love and support has been completely astounding."

"Even before the wedding," Emma stated wistfully. "We're so fortunate next to other couples. Not only for our finances and resources but at this stage, most are getting ready to start a family. We already have a most beautiful family with more on the way."

"Yes," Charles smiled. "Though I feel I am the most fortunate in this scenario, for I have all of that," he leaned in near to her, "and a most beautiful wife."

Emma connected their noses and fondly gripped both sides of his face as they began to kiss.

IIIIIII

"I can't believe we threw an entire wedding together just like that," Scott said from where he propped up against Alex's pillows.

"Considering this time last year we wound up on a sudden west coast vacation then a ski trip then a cruise," Alex recounted, "very little throws me around here."

"A cruise?" Leon repeated. "What else have I missed?"

"Hardly anything," Alex shrugged.

"He's lying," Leon determined easily.

"Yep," Scott confirmed.

"It feels so quiet around here," Sean piped up, seated backwards on Alex's desk chair. "There's that weird feeling when either Charles or Erik leaves for something but now Emma's not here to say how flawlessly angelic we are."

Alex noticed Leon's saddened change in expression. "You alright?"

"Not used to feeling this way I guess," he admitted. "A sort of longing. Not for anyone living, anyway."

The door cracked open and Alex glanced over at his latest visitor. "Hey, Joe." He held his arms open for the little boy to climb up into his lap. "Almost bedtime for you."

Sean observed Joey's face. "Missing Mommy and Daddy?" The young blonde nodded. "Me, too." He reached a hand out for him and Joey gripped hold of it.

IIIIIII

Before Victor even arrived inside Eye Spy, he picked up his brother's scent.

"Thought I told you to take time off." Victor dropped into his usual chair.

"Don't need any," Logan stated without further explanation. "She fly off okay?"

"Yep, except her broom's in the shop so she had to hitch a plane," Victor responded pointedly.

Logan sighed, rolling his head back. "Give me a break here, Vic. I know I don't know much about her but you floored me with this whole thing. I mean, you and her…"

Victor informed, "I ain't see it comin', either, okay? We both know I don't- look, it is what it is. Just forget it."

Logan took a few seconds before speaking again. "Listen, Vic, about earlier…"

"Spare me, okay?" Victor gave him a punch to the shoulder to accompany the statement. "Like I already said, forget it, runt."

"Geezer," Logan shot back faintly.

IIIIIII

Nearly the exact second the clock shifted to six, the deep blue eyes revealed themselves to the new day. Removing himself from bed with a stretch, Erik visited his bathroom briefly. Then slipping into his robe, he began the task of seeing to those left in his care. Eye Spy provided security for the grounds but he still found it his responsibility to monitor the interior.

For the most part, he saw the young ones still blissfully sleeping after the previous day's untold excitement. Not until he reached Leon's door did he observe a change. The teenager seemed locked in something of a struggle, twisting about on his mattress. Erik entered, taking a seat near to him on the bed.

He reached out a hand to glide soothing fingers through the long hair. "Leon." A moan proceeded his awakening. "Are you alright?"

Blinking, Leon replied, "I think so," and touched the top of his head tiredly.

Keen eyes noting the slightly moist pillow, Erik asked him, "Were you crying in your sleep?"

Clutching his blanket covered knees to his chest, Leon nodded. "Normally Emma is here to talk to me, but… I thought it had finally stopped."

"Don't be ashamed," Erik said strongly, clutching his wrist. "It is not something you can help nor are you the reason it occurs." He moved some of the lengthy hair away from his eyes. "Certain things cannot be overcome alone. I myself have had to learn this and be reminded."

Leon found himself leaning into the warm nook between the man's arm and shoulder. "Have you ever gone through this?"

"In my case," Erik coiled arms around him, "it was more crying myself to sleep rather than during. Until I became too hardened for such things. Cold steel."

"I believe I'm that way, too."

"No," Erik immediately disagreed. "You are a good, caring young man who has survived adversity while still making the most of your life. I could never say such a thing at your age."

"You had it a little harder than I did," Leon brought up.

"Did I?" Erik tossed out before patting his back. "Rest for another hour or so. I'll bring breakfast up to you."

"Thank you, Erik. Just remember," Leon started to lay back, "it's too early in the morning for vegetation."

"Hm. Well," Erik moved the comforter back over him, "that only means you'll have additional room for them later." He rubbed his shoulder. "See you shortly, boychick."

As though that final word wielded some form of magic, Leon closed his eyes and breathed easily.

After another minute, Erik returned to his own room and changed into sweat clothes. He got into shoes then started for downstairs. Leaving out through the back way, a slow jog quickly transformed into a rapid run.

Despite how involved in the exercise he became, he still managed to pick up on the far more infantile huffing and puffing. Turning around, he spotted Trav dressed for the day and attempting to keep up with him.

"Well, good morning," Erik greeted favorably. He stooped and took hold of the mitten covered hands when the boy got close enough. "Now correct me if I'm wrong but isn't it a tad too early for you to be up?"

"I couldn't sleep anymore and I saw you from the window," Trav explained. "Mommy said I could come down but I had to be quiet for everybody else. I want to run with you."

"Trying to make use of a little extra energy, hm? I like that." Erik stood up again. "Are you ready?"

Trav bounced about eagerly. "Yep! Let's go a hundred miles."

"A hundred? Well, then let's just see if this old man can keep up." Erik started up in a pace more accommodating to the small boy.

Trav managed to follow along with him for several minutes until his breathing grew too heavy and he had to slow. He bent slightly, clutching his knees.

Erik practically screeched to a halt as he went to see about him. "Are you alright?"

"I'm okay. I'm not tired at all, see?" Trav tried to move back and forth between his feet. "Let's keep going."

"I believe that's enough for today," Erik pulled Trav into his arms and got up with him, "besides, I'm getting a little hungry."

"Me, too," Trav realized.

"What's say we get breakfast going?" Erik suggested. "I'll make you anything you like."

"Okay," Trav agreed happily. When they made it back to the mansion, Erik brought them straight into the kitchen. "Do you know how to make pancakes shaped like robots? Or flying saucers? Mommy makes them for me all the time."

"I'm afraid your mother is far more talented in such things than I'll ever be." Erik started removing the child's winter gear. "However, I have been known to make a rather decent smiley face. Occasionally in the shape of Mickey Mouse."

"I love Mickey," Trav smiled. "Can I help?"

Erik asked in turned, "Can you be careful?"

"Yes, sir," the boy answered. "Just like when I help Mom. Or Dad in the lab."

"Your dad in the lab, eh?" Erik seemed impressed. "In the case, you're more than qualified." After they had the ingredients gathered and mixed for the batter, he raised Trav to prop up on one hip. "Take just a little," he handed him the ladle, "and pour enough for a circle."

Trav very cautiously created the desired shape inside the pan. "Like that?"

"Exactly. Now," Erik further instructed, "Make two smaller ones for his ears."

Trav did fine until he made the second ear a little too big. "Oops, I'm sorry. I'll fix it."

"No need," Erik said. "It only means he has his head turned."

"Oh, okay." They continued and Trav eventually asked, "Who do you like better, Uncle Erik? Mickey or Bugs?"

"That's the rabbit, yes? From what I've seen of the two of them, I find Bugs far more entertaining, not to mention clever."

Trav thought of another. "What about between Daffy Duck and Donald Duck?"

"Donald," Erik decided. "He doesn't fool as easily as the daff one. Even if he does have a bit of a temper."

"I like Mickey 'cause he's nice, even when everybody's bad." Trav realized, "Like Uncle Charles."

"Rats of a feather," Erik quipped to himself then said louder, "I think we have enough here for a magnificent feast." Putting Trav down, he brought the finished cakes over to the table on a serving tray.

Trav went into the refrigerator and retrieved the bottle of chocolate syrup.

"Chocolate syrup for pancakes?" Erik reacted when he saw him. "And here I thought your birthday was still a little ways away."

"I just like it better than the regular kind," Trav explained as if it should be so plain. He carried it to the table. "And Daddy's still sleeping."

"Then we'll have to keep this quiet, won't we?" Erik took the bottle from him and poured a far more reasonable amount for him than what the boy would have piled on. "So," they sat beside each other, "you're to start school soon. Are you looking forward to it?"

"More than anything," Trav answered without hesitation. "I can't wait to go to real school. I can read a little but I want to learn to write better. Mommy had to help me and Kiki with our parts of Uncle Charles and Auntie Emmie's card. I want to write for myself, though."

"That's a wonderful ambition," Erik commended. "Your Uncle Charles will have you as well read and written as the very best of them. How would you feel about learning other languages as well?"

Trav looked positively enthralled at that prospect. "I can do that?"

"Of course. There are a number of languages I can teach you. Spanish, French, German, Polish. Not all at once of course, but in time I believe you could have them all down."

"Really? Mommy says we can do our homework together. Do you think I'll be as smart as her and Dad?"

"You are their son," Erik stated. "I have no doubt. But if you'll excuse me, I have a delivery to make." He collected a short stack of pancakes along with a glass of orange juice onto a tray and headed out.

Trav continued eating until sudden recollection hit him and he felt his appetite depleting.

Erik walked back in a couple minutes later. "Now, what do you say to some milk?" He got a small plastic cup out from a cupboard then noticed the boy's expression. "What's wrong?"

Trav looked over at him. "Daddy's giving me my vitamin shots when he wakes up."

"Ah," Erik fully understood and got out the jug from the refrigerator.

"I hate 'em," Trav told him. "They hurt and it's not my fault I'm so puny."

"Puniness has nothing to do with it." Erik placed the cup of milk beside the child's plate then sat down again. "He's giving them to you because he wants you to be healthy. It's not something he enjoys, Travis. And I'll tell you what. If you make it easy on him, without any fidgeting or fussing, I'll take you out with me today. Perhaps the chocolate syrup won't be the only sweet thing we can dig up."

"Oh boy," Trav reacted enthusiastically then remembered, "You called me Travis."

"That I did," Erik confirmed, eyebrow raising. "And you will behave for your father when he gives you your shots?"

"Sir, yes sir," Trav saluted and took a long drink of his milk as well.

IIIIIII

Seated cross-legged on his bed, Frank pawed through the box containing his various collections. Everything from his signed baseball and other sports memorabilia to his coins from around the world.

Coming into the doorway, Logan silently observed the solemn teenager. "Hey."

Frank glanced up. "Hey."

"Quit your loafin' and get into some clothes the women folk won't mind you messin'."

"What's going on?" Frank wondered, getting up.

"You helped me bang up my ride," Logan reminded. "Now, you're gonna get off your tuff and help me put it back together again."

Frank frowned in surprise. "You want my help?"

"Meet me in the garage," the man directed. "Five minutes. Move it." He started off for the other end of the hall.

Getting the feeling the Vet would be counting seconds, Frank placed his box back in the closet then rushed about to change clothes.

IIIIIII

Laid out stomach down across the exam table, Trav's fists clenched and he waved his feet every so often. Then he felt Hank's calming touch across his thin back.

"It will be over soon," Hank promised, tugging down his blue jeans and underwear. "And the next time we do this, I believe your arms will be strong enough."

Though he took some comfort in that, Trav still requested, "Can I hold your hand?"

Hank gave him the desired appendage. "As tightly as you need."

Squeezing the larger hand between both his own, Trav shut his eyes. The first prick to his behind made him moan and he had to keep from shaking by the second.

"There." Hank briefly clean the penetrated areas and redressed his son before bringing him up into his arms. "All done. Was that so terrible?" He felt Trav's heavy breathing against his neck and grew concerned. "What is it?"

"Nothing." Trav buried his face against Hank's lab coat.

Raven came down the stairs with Kiki in tow and turned immediately concerned at the sight. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing except how wonderful our son behaved during his shots," Hank told him. "He gave me not a bit of trouble."

"Oh that's great, babe." Raven came up to press an additional hand to his back. "You're braver than I would have been."

"We're both very proud," Hank added.

Trav relaxed under the praise then moved to face each of his parents. "Can I go with Uncle Erik today? Please? He wants me along, not one of the bigger boys."

"Sure," Raven granted. "We need someone to keep an eye on him."

"And since your mother and I have our own errand ahead of us," Hank looked at Kiki with a smile, "we'll see if we can schedule some Becca time in for you."

"Becca, Becca," Kiki clapped merrily.

Down in the foyer, Erik waited patiently near the front entrance.

"Uncle Erik!" Trav rushed down the stairs at top speed. "Here I am, here I am! Wait for me!" A loose shoe lace caused him to slip up on the last step. "I'm okay!"

Hiding his amusement, Erik walked over to fix the shoe for him. "Calm down. I wouldn't dream of leaving without you. How did things go upstairs?"

"Great," Trav reported. "I didn't fuss or kick or even cry. Mommy and Daddy said they're proud of me."

"And so am I." Erik retrieved the boy's coat and started to get him into it. "Then it looks like we're off."

They went down to the garage, waving to Logan and Frank as they passed by.

"Can I ride up front with you, Uncle Erik?" Trav requested. "Please?"

"Well," Erik considered it, "just this once."

Trav grinned. "No booster seat?"

"Yes, booster seat." Erik went around to Hank's car to remove the special seat and place inside his own. "It will be another couple years before you can ride without one."

Trav shrugged. "It was worth a try."

"Yes," Erik picked him up and buckled him into the seat, "a very valiant effort on your part." He climbed into the driver's side and started up the vehicle.

Trav wondered, "What is val-i-ant, Uncle Erik?"

Erik explained, "It means brave or courageous."

"Ohh," Trav nodded.

While he drove, Erik felt especially thankful for the booster seat. If Trav were not bound to it, Erik thought for sure the child would make use of his mutation by crawling all over the car with anticipation. Every single snow covered sight they passed throughout the small town seemed to add to his glow of excitement. What the metal wielder viewed as common at best, the child found absolute delight and potential in. Generation gap indeed.

They arrived at the grocery store and Trav received a new seat from the special place inside the cart.

"Uncle Erik?" he spoke as they moved through the different aisles. "How come you're allowed to shop without a lady?"

Having not expected such a question, Erik responded, "What do you mean by that?"

"Uncle Charles always shops with Auntie Emmie and Daddy always shops with Mommy but sometimes Mommy shops without him. I thought you needed a lady to go shopping."

"I see," Erik said. "That's really more of a benefit than a requirement."

Trav asked next, "Why don't you have a lady, Uncle Erik?"

Erik tweaked his nose. "Aren't you the little yenta?" At the child's puzzlement, he went on with, "I don't have a lady simply because- well, I suppose the right one hasn't quite crossed my path yet. In the meantime, though, there are a few perks to having just us boys in the market."

Trav smiled widely as they rolled into the candy aisle.

IIIIIII

Rolling his head back in a fit of laughter, Frank managed to get out, "You have got to be kidding me."

"Nope. Bought me toilet duty for a month but it was almost worth it," Logan recollected. "The Cap never knew what hit him."

Frank slowed down his highly amused breathing to ask, "So where were you and Vic when he was invading those guys that had Erik?"

"Probably miles yonder freeing another camp." Fiddling with a wrench, Logan took another swig of beer. "No matter where you ended up, it always hit ya like a ton of bricks."

"I once heard my dad saying how it made guys sick just to see those people."

"And that's sayin' the least." Logan leaned back against the front tire. "I think what really gets to you is knowin' that people messed up enough to do that actually exist. Of course, I shouldn't have been that knocked over. I'd already seen the worst in a man long before the war."

Frank rested his chin against one raised knee. "I'm trying not to end up that way."

Logan rapped him on the head with the rear of a screwdriver. "What're you on about?'

"I just don't know what's wrong with me sometimes," Frank tried to explain. "Leon told me something before and he's got a point. People around here have had it a lot tougher than me. Just look at Scott. He's nowhere near being a dick to everybody."

"It's a mighty big step to go from smart-mouth kid to sociopath," Logan stated. "And the bigger advantage you got is people willin' to put up with ya despite it all. Take it from me. That's a perk."

Frank nodded. "Thanks, Wolves."

"Now cut your belly achin' and pass me the tweezers."

Frank repositioned himself to fish around through the toolbox.

IIIIIII

Flipping another page in the thick novel, Victor did not react at all to the familiar weight taking over his lap space except to drape an arm across the warm body.

"What're you up to today, Mite?"

Cody folded his arms. "Not much.

"Where's your old man?" Victor asked next.

"He's busy fixin' his bike with the dumb, ugly one."

Knowing his nephew, Victor needed not but one guess. "Frank Tolbert." He used one leg to jostle the boy slightly. "And let's curb the name callin', huh?"

"Sorry." Though from the child's tone, not absolute sincerity went into that word. "Did you see the way Joey's Aunt Adrienne caught that bouquet?"

"Nah, I missed it." Victor closed the book, giving him a tiny tap with it. "My cataracts picked the wrong moment to flare up."

Cody sat up on his knees to better face the man. "I think she really likes you."

"I'm hopin' so, Mite. Now," Victor wrapped arms around his middle and brought their noses together, "you wouldn't be usin' your old Uncle Vic out of some scheme to make you and Joey cousins, would you?"

Cody nuzzled noses with him. "Only a little."

"And I ain't mad at ya for it. I get where you're comin' from. Just keep in mind that bein' related don't guarantee somebody's going to treat you right. You and Joey are thicker than kin. You're pretty lucky already if you ask me."

Placing his head against his uncle's chest, Cody said, "Yeah, I guess so."

"By the way," Victor squeezed him, "thanks for stayin' in my corner, kid."

Cody smiled up at him and promised, "Always."

IIIIIII

Hand in hand with Raven as they moved through the department store, Hank questioned, "What exactly are we looking for?"

Raven responded, "What screams guilty-little-sister-is-sorry-for-extreme-brattiness-so-here's-her-way-of-supremely-graveling?"

Hank determined, "Definitely the tupperware."

"Baby, I mean it," Raven urged him, taking a moment to look through a scented candle display. "They waited to get married all because I have to make everything about me. Charles is dating- I'm still the center of your universe, right? Oh, you're having a baby- where's mine?"

Hank reminded, "Neither of us reacted altogether favorably to that last instance."

"Well, the couple that screws up together, stays together," Raven put forth. "But seriously, after the wonder-wing Emma had built for us, I want the two of them to come home to absolute luxury. I'm talking queen lace, Egyptian cotton, and you know, haza-happy home décor."

"Yes, my mother had the house completely redone in haza one Christmas," her husband recollected wryly.

IIIIIII

All grocery bags accounted for, Erik and Trav went to work unloading them. It amazed the man how little he had to direct the child due to his experience helping his mother and aunt. Trav seemed the fortune type who only needed something explained once; something Erik could greatly appreciate in one so young.

Cordelia happened into the kitchen a moment later. "Need some help?"

"Constantly." Erik handed her one paper bag. "Vegetable crisper, please."

"I'm sorry. Did you say garbage disposal?" She grinned brightly under Erik's pseudo-firm countenance then began placing the healthy items in their designated spot. "So I got a call from Doris."

Erik looked way from stocking the cabinets. "And Doris would be?"

"One of the girls from gymnastics," Cordelia clarified. "She's having a small gathering tonight."

"A party."

Cordelia toyed with a head of lettuce. "Something along those lines. I would have mentioned it sooner but it's a bit of a spur of the moment thing. And a lot of the kids just got back Aspen, Venice, and the like for vacation."

Erik rubbed his chin. "I don't know. This is all too sudden."

Trav appeared next to his leg and chimed in, "Do we know these people?"

Cordelia said to the little boy, "I doubt highly if they're quite cool enough to be in your circle." She looked at Erik. "Maya's going, too. You know these kids have to be crem de la-perfection."

Erik thought on it some more. "I want an address, phone number, parents' names, along with both of you back in this house no later than ten o'clock on the dot."

Cordelia grinned and performed an enthused hop. "Oh thank you, Erik!" She raised up to peck his cheek. "You're an absolute love."

"See to it that such a scandalous rumor doesn't circulate." Erik turned serious again. "Now about this party, no drinking, no smoking, no illegal substances, no leaving the property, no mouth-to-mouth contact with teenage boys."

"So are Rock Hudson-esque grown men alright then?" Cordelia threw up both hands. "Joking, joking. Thanks again!" Vegetable bag emptied, she dashed out of the eatery.

Trav shook his head. "Teenagers."

Smirking, Erik reached down to ruffle his hair briskly.

IIIIIII

Wearing a clip-on tie and one of Erik's fedoras, Scott announced, "I'm home."

"Hello, darling." Becky carried Kiki over. "Look, your father's home."

"Ah, my beautiful girls," Scott smiled. "I'm taking us out to dinner tonight."

"Ooh. Let's get dressed up." Becky placed Kiki down near the kitchen set while she and Scott went to dig through the costume trunk.

Kayla came into the recreation room, quietly picking up stray unused toys that had only increased in number after Christmas. She put everything down entirely when she spotted Kiki with a piece of plastic.

"Honey, no." Kayla moved swiftly to take the fake strawberry before the little girl could attempt to force it down her throat. "We don't eat toys."

Scott looked over. "What happened?"

"You two have to be more careful when you play with her," Kayla cautioned. "If you don't keep a better eye on her she could get into anything."

"We are careful," Becky stated matter-of-factly. "Why else would my brother and Raven leave her with us?"

Kayla took a breath. "As responsible as I know you are, you have to remember that toddlers will try to get into anything they possibly can. You have to—"

"I know that." Becky marched over, placing a protective arm around Kiki, who snuggled against her. "I was helping take care of her before you even met her. She's my family you know." She shot Kayla a look to accompany that last statement.

"…Right," Kayla said plainly before leaving out.

Scott watched her go then walked over to the girls. "That was rude, Rebecca."

"I don't care," Becky responded automatically. "I hate when she tries to butt in."

"You still shouldn't talk to her that way," Scott reasoned. "She's Cody's mom."

Becky shrugged. "She's not mine."

IIIIIII

"No way in the world."

"Oh come on, Maya," Cordelia attempted to urge. "Most of these girls are from your school."

"Uh yeah, that's the point." Maya lowered to sit on the side of her bed. "I transferred for a reason. Westchester High is filled with members of the clueless yacht club who have no idea of struggles beyond their perfect little worlds or materialistic cows who try to cover up their lack of real personality behind eighty dollar dresses."

"Please," Cordelia dismissed, settling next to her. "These kids have nothing on the Bostonian brainless. And the ones throwing this party are different. You don't have to talk to anyone or even have a good time."

"Then why do I need to go?"

"Because you're the only one of us around here who can announce they're going to Rio for six weeks and not be forced into an interrogation over it. Please, Maya. I will owe you."

"Yes, you will." Maya folded her arms and sighed. "Fine."

Cordelia squealed. "Thank you, thank you. You'll see." She bounced up, looking back at the doorway. "It'll be fab."

Maya released a moan as she fell back on her bed.

IIIIIII

Third set of weights complete, Erik scooted out from underneath the machine and sat up.

"How many was that?" he asked, taking the towel Trav handed to him.

"A million," the boy determined.

Wiping his face free from sweat, Erik looked at him. "Really? Are you certain?"

"I think," Trav rubbed at his chin importantly, "I can't count high and you did too many."

"I can overdo it at times," Erik admitted. He leaned forward to get near to the child's eyes. "Do you know how long it would take even the strongest man to do one million lifts?"

"Like my dad?"

"Yes," Erik smiled at him. "More than ten days. That's only on the unlikely chance he doesn't severely strain or exhaust himself first."

"Ten days?" Trav gaped. He glanced around at the various gym equipment. "I don't think I could make it to ten seconds on this stuff."

"What do you say we work on your own special skill?" Erik lifted him to sit on one knee and helped him out of his socks. "Up for a bit of climbing?"

Absolutely beaming, Trav nodded hard. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Erik lifted him and brought him over to a clear space. "Go on. I'm right here to catch you."

"Okay." Trav pressed hands and feet to the side wall, clinging to it instantly. He started up it. "Look how high I can go."

Erik watched closely, having to move along with him as he maneuvered fairly well over the wall.

He reacted quickly when he started to slip and snatched him up into his arms. "Easy now. I have you."
"Oops." Trav shook his head out, making is thick hair bounce. "I don't know what happened."

"I think I do." Erik noted his rapidly blinking eyes. "I believe it's about time for a nap." He started out of the gym with him.

"But I don't take naps," Trav protested. "That's just Kiki."

"Not true," Erik countered. "I even have the older children go down for naps when they need them. And we had a very early day. I'd say a little rest is in order."

"Yes, Uncle Erik." Trav relaxed in his hold.

When they made it to Erik's room, the man placed the little boy down in the middle of the big bed.

"I'll be back." Erik covered him with the comforter. "I need to remind Becky that Kiki needs her nap as well."

"Okay." Trav rubbed at one eye and placed his head on the nearest pillow.

Erik left him to drift away.

However, as soon as the metal wielder returned he found himself short one tiny tyke with the bed completely abandoned.

"Trav," Erik moved around the room in a stealthy fashion, "where are you, young man?" He got down on his hands and knees to look under the bed.

Crawling out from the space below the desk, Trav grabbed hold of his ankle. "Gotcha!"

Erik spun around, giving him a pseudo-dark look. "Think you're very clever, hm? Hiding from your uncle?" He grabbed him into a tight lock. "See if you have such a simple time getting away now."

Trav struggled until he eventually calmed in the grip. "No thanks. I'll stay here."

Small boy wrapped in one arm, Erik climbed up on the bed with him. "Now, no more games." He began tapped at the little bottom soothingly. "Nap time."

"'Kay." Trav closed his eyes and soon fell asleep against the strong chest.

IIIIIII

Busily revising her lesson plan, Kayla melted with ecstasy at the lips that brushed across her neck.

When she got a good look at her dirt and oil streaked husband, she remarked, "You're filth on legs."

"I love when you sweet talk me." Logan kissed her lips then sat at the edge of their bed to start removing his shoes. "Been in the garage with Frank tryin' to put this bike together. Kid catches on quick."

Kayla stood from the desk to sit beside him. "Glad one of us is having such a simplistic time with the X-Children."

Logan turned to her. "What's up?'

"I attempted to advise Becky on caring for a child and in her own elegant way she implied I can shove it."

Logan raised, "Let Magneto know she's givin' you lip."

Kayla gave him a sideways look. "So I can be labeled the witch? You know how her mind works."

"Got to ask Vic about that one," Logan said. "Little Miss Mind Reader hardly says two words to me. I know she's all for Cody bein' here but we're just…"

"His luggage?" Kayla supplied. "Maybe I'm making too much out of this but it's situations like this that make me wonder if I even have what it takes to mother a girl again."

Logan faced their doorway. "Here comes somebody with somethin' to say about that." A long-faced Maya walked in, dressed in dark blue jeans, boots, a maroon blouse, and a lengthy gray sweater. "Ain't you just about a doll? Where's Sean takin' you tonight?"

Maya rolled her eyes as she took a seat between the couple. "Going to a party with Cordelia."

"Save some enthusiasm for the rest of the evening," Kayla said dryly. She played in a gathering of the girl's long hair. "I take it you're not exactly looking forward to this."

"I'm only on board so Erik will let her go."

"Ah, the old goody-goody vindication," Logan understood. "Those were the days."

"And to make sure this never happens again," Maya started to rise, "I'm getting something pierced or tattooed."

"I know a guy," Logan called after her.

IIIIIII

Making his way up into his suite, Hank paused and smiled at the worn out trio of children laid out across his bed. Kiki stirred slightly and immediately took in his presence. She waved arms out towards him.

Hank held a shushing finger to his lips and gave her a wink.

Kiki hushed back at him then settled in the middle of Scott and Becky again.

IIIIIII

With the Westchester University class leaflets sprawled over the coffee table before him, Sean fished through them with the same eagerness he displayed on Christmas morning.

"Pathology, Egyptian history, Introduction to Film Studies…" Sean could not peer through one without finding another of interest. "I still can't believe the things you guys get to study."

"My upcoming years are going to be devoted to chemistry, biology, physics, not to mention the writing and social sciences I have to take up," Alex listed. "Yay physical therapy major." At the intense yawn, he glanced over. "Hey, no zoning out until at least the second day of class."

Leon rubbed at the side of his neck to release some pressure. "Sleep is a lost art. But speaking of school, let's talk about sessions with the X-Men. How brutal?"

Joey silently slipped into the room and went straight to Alex, wrapping arms around his neck from behind. It amazed Leon how the older blonde did not have to turn around to see who the limbs belong to as he squeezed them tenderly.

"It depends. Charles is harder about actual school and Erik is tougher at training," Sean said.

"While we're on this," Alex raised, attention entirely on Leon, "you should know I'm that way, too. I'm not trying to be on your case every second but field training is too important for what he have to deal with out there. I don't like goofing around so don't be surprised if you see another side of me."

"Instructor at nineteen." Leon leaned back against the base of the couch. "I've never even been asked to lead a scout troop. You obviously know what you're doing."

"Nah, he's just mean," stated Sean.

"Oh yeah?" Alex held onto Joey's hand. "What do you think, buddy? Am I mean?"

Joey buried his face against Alex's back and shook his head hard.

"Meh," Sean shrugged, "he's biased."

Raven appeared in the living room in a near gust. "Okay, hustle up. Let's move."

"What's happening, twin?" Alex asked her.

"I need help getting the newlywed suite together, starting by moving Emma's stuff over." The buzzing blonde hurried out again. "Going to go find Frank!"

"I take it we have no choice," Leon said, getting to his feet.

"You really are catching on," Sean responded.

Rising up, Alex propped Joey up on his shoulders before leading the others out.

IIIIIII

Despite the abundance of potato chips, dips, sodas, and pizzas made available on the combined twelve foot tables, the festivities proved fairly laid back. Music blared from the stereo, though the house staff ensured it remained at a still acceptable level.

Bottle of Coke in hand, a brunette girl approached Cordelia near the other teenage gymnasts. "I can't believe you got Minute Maya to come out."

"Minute?" Cordelia echoed, clearly bothered by the term. "What does that even mean?"

"It means she's easily forgotten," another girl explained, looking to where Maya sat on the couch absorbed in a book. "She didn't even go to school dances until she started dating that tall guy. She wasn't as stuck against the wall before- you know," she awkwardly gripped a glass of punch, "the accident."

Cordelia changed that subject with, "Anyone else bracing for major completion this year?"

"Hi, Doris," a tall sandy brown haired boy approached the formation of girls. "Karen, Miranda," he paused at the one he failed to recognize. "You're new."

Cordelia regarded him in turn. "Something like that."

"This is Charles Xavier's new sister-in-law, Cordelia Frost," Doris introduced. "She's one of the tops in gymnastics."

"Oh really?" He extended a hand. "Morrie Bench, swim team captain."

Cordelia smiled and accepted the light shake. "Nice to meet you."

IIIIIII

Trav looked away from peeling off pieces of lettuce for the salad when Raven walked into the kitchen.

"Mommy!" he hopped up from his chair and ran for her.

"Hey, Pooh!" She swept him up into a strong hug then turned to Erik who stood busy at the stove. "Are you guys fixing dinner?"

"Uncle Erik said I get to pick out the vegetables," Trav told her.

"Lucky." Raven placed him back in his chair at the table before going over to her brother. "Want some help?"

"Please, this is my honor," Erik assured her. "Though, I could use more oregano." Raven retrieved the desired spice from the rack. "So where did you and Hank wind up?"

"We just got back from the store. I hope Charles and Emma like their room." Raven leaned against the counter. "So are you and Becca going to the Temple tomorrow night?"

Erik replied, "It's a very strong possibility. Do you have any majors in mind for your new semester?"

"Not even." Raven tucked away a stray piece of blonde out of her face. "Books should be in this weekend. Taking general eds until I figure out what to do with myself."

"Don't be in a haste," Erik added a few more sprinkles of salt to the hot stew, "Rest assured, you have all the time in the world, big girl."

Raven's lips upturned fondly. "How was your day with your new nephew?" She gestured Trav's way with her head.

"Quite eventful," Erik recollected happily. "He introduced me to the deliciousness of chocolate syrup with pancakes and I in turn showed him the finer points of males shopping alone."

Raven placed a hand on her hip. "And that would be?"

Erik smirked at her, "Wouldn't you like to know?" and held his mixing spoon out for her to taste.

IIIIIII

Up on the landing of the stairs, Cordelia reclined against the wall with legs crossed. Morrie sat facing her, one knee propped up for him to stretch his arm around.

"I've always been a fish to water," he told her. "If I don't land a swim scholarship, I'm thinking of joining up with the navy."

Cordelia's eyes jumped in intrigue. "Really?"

"Yep," Morrie nodded. "Though my folks'll go ballistic. They want me to follow behind my brother. Five steps away from law school."

"Wow, I'm so glad my dad's never pulled the whole "why can't you be more like your sisters" line on me," Cordelia said. "Though I'm pretty sure he's all for the part about marrying a gorgeous zillionaire."

"He just lets you live out here with them?"

"It helps that my brother-in-law runs his own school. And the fact that I floored out of Boston at top speed."

"No," Morrie reacted, great impression in his tone. "Didn't your dad and sister lose it?"

"Sure," Cordelia's eyes glinted with mischief, "on my brother. Not that I didn't enjoy babysitting through his drunken spells. He's straightened up now, though."

"So your older bro's the screw-up," Morrie deduced. "You're living every youngest kid's dream."

Cordelia shrugged lightly. "Something like that."

"What about you and this gymnastics thing?" Morrie brought up next. "You talking Olympics or what?"

"I wish," Cordelia admitted. "But I'm still rusty from the time I spent away and it's too slim a chance."

Morrie challenged, "Says who? You're the same fox who floored it out of Boston, remember?"

Cordelia's eyes widened at that. "You think I'm a fox?"

"Guess you don't own many mirrors at your house." Cordelia hid a blush and Morrie's smile increased. "Can I get your number? I'd love to pick this up sometime."

Cordelia searched through her purse a moment, discovering a marker. "We need paper."

To solve that one, Morrie rolled up his sleeves and extended the bare arm out to her. Cordelia grinned and started jotting the digits down across the limb.

IIIIIII

Making her way into the dining room, Kayla stopped to observe Becky setting the table. She placed cutlery on either sides of the plates in far more delicate a manner than the average child would.

"Need a hand?" Kayla offered.

Becky simply went about straightening the centerpiece. "I know how to do it the way my family likes it."

"Of course." Kayla took a seat near to the girl. "Becky sweetheart, about earlier, I was not trying to step on your toes. Sometimes when you're a mother, certain instincts tend to take over."

Becky looked at her. "I would never let anything happen to Kiki."

"I know you wouldn't if you could help it," Kayla said rationally. "I just hope you understand that I don't try to pick on you for the fun of it." She watched as Becky continued putting utensils down. "You believe that, don't you?"

"Sure," Becky replied without turning her way again.

"Sure," Kayla echoed silently. "I better let you get back to work." She stood, leaving out again.

Becky glanced after her briefly, rolled her head a bit, and continued with the table.

IIIIIII

Eyes fixated on the side window as they drove along, Maya eventually moved to face the driver.

"Was that Morrie Bench I saw you talking to?"

"Surprised you noticed in between chapters," Cordelia quipped. "But since we're on the subject- do please dish all that you know about him."

Maya huffed her shoulders. "Senior, captain of the swim team, only slightly above the grading average, and spends a good portion of his time pulling ridiculous pranks with his bonehead friends."

"You certainly make a lot of keen observations for someone so far out of the loop," Cordelia noted.

Maya raised an eyebrow. "Meaning what exactly?"

"Meaning," Cordelia proceeded into the mansion's garage, "maybe if you spent a little less time judging these kids, you'd see they're not so bad."

"I could care less about these kids," Maya informed. "I have a boyfriend, I have the X-Men; Westchester High was just a brief bump in my life. If you want to walk among them and have repetitive conversations about Homecoming decorations, be my guest."

"Okay, testy, relax," Cordelia attempted to coax. "Could you just do me a favor and not let anyone in on Morrie? Not even Sean."

"Fine," Maya agreed then wondered, "are you that into him?"

"…Maybe." Cordelia climbed out of her car first, smoothing out her skirt after she did. "I have to see."

"Good luck," was all Maya said before they started up.

The moment they reached the main level, Erik's beckon of, "Cordelia," sounded throughout, making them both pause at the stairs. "Come see me, please."

Maya gave her an 'I have no idea" look and Cordelia groaned lightly.

She headed for the Mag Cave, where Erik sat on the sofa.

"You called for me?" She folded hands behind her back.

"Yes." Erik held out a summon hand. Cordelia walked over, sitting next to him. "How was your evening?"

"Erik, you don't have to start, okay? There wasn't even any alcohol there or cigarettes or tiny baggies containing various drugs."

"Considering you drove home as well as walked in without incident, I had no doubts." Erik placed an arm around her. "And the ones I had before you left had to do with your safety and nothing more."

This clearly surprised the girl. "So you weren't worried I was going to royally mess up in some way?"

"I was worried something beyond your control would take place," Erik stated. "The last time I allowed one of you out for a social gathering the end result was catastrophic."

"I know," Cordelia nodded solemnly.

"So the next time you ask me for permission, don't feel the need to drag Maya in as some sort of justification." Erik proved unfazed at her deer-in-the-headlights expression. "You're a very self-reliant girl, capable of so much. Your judgment may not always be the best but that is common at your age. And though I will always be concerned about you, as that is common for my age, I still have trust in you, Cordy."

Cordelia smiled and draped an arm around his chest, settling into the hold. "Thank you, Erik."

The metal wielder squeezed her forearm and left a kiss at the top of her head.

IIIIIII

Sudden rapping at his doorway made Leon shift his eyes over to the upside down image of Alex entering his room.

"Hey," the blonde joined him by laying stomach up across the bed, their heads dangling side by side inches from the floor, "you vanished after dinner."

Leon's gaze went to the ceiling. "Things on my mind."

"That's so new for you," Alex commented wryly. "So what was up with the lack of sleep?" Leon turned to him. "Yeah, I do hold onto little pieces of information."

Leon put forth, "Are you asking me as my friend or my instructor?"

Alex replied plainly, "As the guy who will kick your ass either way."

"Ah, him. He's cool." Leon pulled himself up into a normal sitting position on the bed. "Sometimes- most times- I have heavy crying spells at night. It's been bad enough to soak my sheets."

Alex mimicked his movements, pressing his back against the headboard. "Is it nightmares or…?"

"Everything," Leon answered. "It's the only time I cry about anything and it's not even conscious. Erik walked in on it today."

"What happened?"

"He held me," Leon said as though he found the concept revolutionary. "Then he made me go to sleep for a while and brought me pancakes in bed. He didn't drag me out to the nearest psyche hospital or make unoriginal jabs at my lack of manhood. It's hard to describe how it made me feel."

Alex supplied, "Safe, comfortable, wanted- loved?"

Leon nodded. "That describes the least but yes."

"As hard as steel as Erik can be, he can still turn around and make things better whenever you feel scared or unsure," Alex said. "After all he's been through, people don't understand how tough that is for him to pull off. But he would do anything for us."

Leon moved over to lay on his side. "I see more and more what makes you his son."

Alex looked at him closely. "I'm not his only son, Leon."

IIIIIII

With the tiny body attached to his hip, Hank walked into Erik's room. The robe adorned man promptly closed his book.

"And what do we have here?" Erik pretended to wonder.

"This little boy is refusing to go to sleep," Hank indicated Trav with a gentle shake, "until he says a proper good night to his Uncle Erik."

"Is that so?" Erik gently took the child from him and held him above his head for a moment. "What have I told you about giving your father a difficult time, hm?"

"I know," Trav smiled down, "but I wanted to say thanks for the great day."

"You've no need to thank me for that." Erik brought him down into a strong hug. "We're going to make so many more like it, you'll hardly be able to keep track."

Trav wrapped arms around the older mutant's neck and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Uncle Erik."

"And I love you, Trav," the Poland native returned, "more than you know." He somewhat reluctantly gave him back to Hank. "That extends to you as well."

"I somehow got an inkling," Hank said humorously. "Alright, night night, Uncle Erik. We'll see you morning."

"See you in the morning," Trav waved as they departed.

Erik watched the pair leave out. He walked out himself a few minutes later to conduct the first of his nightly rounds. He found all charges accounted for except for one. On his way through, he passed by his own room again, finding the missing one seated at the foot of the large bed.

"Leon," Erik stepped inside and towards him, "there you are. How are you feeling?"

"Better," the young man replied. "Except I…"

Erik squatted to meet his eyes. "What is it?"

"It's… I don't know how to…" Several years seemed to decrease from him as he searched for the words. "I don't want to be alone."

Erik studied him a moment before responding with, "Good." He sat down, pulling him over into an embrace. "Because you're not."

Leon gripped the man's lower arm tightly and buried weary eyes against his shoulder.