X-Men-First Class: Rise or Fall
Chapter One Hundred Forty Two
Author's Word: Alright, so I know it's been far too long since I posted last but Stars4jj called it right. Real life has gotten in the way of the joy that is writing. I've had to work extra shifts due to call-offs plus family stuff is always in the mix. But here it is now. Thank you guys so much for the last feedback, too, and for being my fam. Please enjoy and review!
Squirming little girl in his clutch, Scott carried her to the playpen as he spoke. "Hank, I'm having a lot of trouble with this," he placed Kiki inside the play space and offered her over her favorite teddy bear, "and you've known her longer than anyone."
"How can you possibly be lost on a gift for Becca?" Raven chimed up from where she studied at one of the tables. "Her room is crawling with pink and Barbie and Snow White just to tip the iceberg."
Scott sighed lightly. "I know, but I don't want to get her any old thing anybody else can think up. Rebecca is special and she makes everybody else feel that way, too…" His shoulders drooped. "Even when they're not."
Adjusting his glasses, Hank turned away from his work completely. "Dear, could you give us a moment alone, please?"
No additional prodding needed, Raven closed her books and walked over to Kiki. "Come on, honey. This isn't for our lady ears." She carried her up the stairs.
Hank watched them ascend then went around to an empty table. He patted the seat next to him. Scott came over, taking the spot.
"Could it be that you're having so much trouble finding something wonderful for Becca because you don't feel altogether wonderful about yourself?"
"Well," Scott rubbed the back of his head with uncertainty, "I always kept to myself a lot. I never had a bunch of friends around me so I never had to do anything special for anyone. But Rebecca is so full of creativity and great ideas. Sometimes when we're in class I can see this sparkle about her." He propped his head up with his hand ponderingly. "She's like no other girl I ever met."
A small knowing smile covered Hank's face. "When I first met Raven, it took a Broadway number of rehearsals for me to ask her out on our first date."
Scott looked at him, clearly taken aback. "Really?"
Hank nodded. "It's a marvel that I ever found the courage to propose. With Raven being so unique and passionate, I thought I would only bore her."
"That's how I feel, too."
"I know you do, but you have no reason to. You're a fun, caring guy, Scott, who looks out for others. It's my belief that you have very little to worry about with Becca."
Scott smiled then wanted to know, "Do you mean that?"
"Yes, but I want you to remember two things." Hank placed a hand on his shoulder. "One, she's my sister and two," he squeezed Scott's nose between two fingers, "you're only twelve."
Scott laughed and wriggled his face away. "I know, I know. Thanks, Hank."
IIIIIII
One arm around the older girl while his other hand held onto the younger one, Erik guided the way inside the house. An awaiting Charles stood near to the staircase.
"Good evening, fair beauties," he regarded his brother glibly, "and Erik."
After removing her coat, Maya walked up to kiss his cheek.
"Did you have a good time?" Charles asked her.
"It was great. Ben had us riveted," Maya responded positively. "I'm going to head in." She started up the stairs.
Charles' attention then went to Becky. "There's my sweet princess." He wrapped arms around her waist to hoist her up to eye level. "Now, do you recall that little surprise I mentioned earlier?"
"What is it?" the enthusiastic girl reacted.
"Hm, perhaps I should wait for your actual birthday," Charles pretended to debate, "I wouldn't want to spoil your excitement."
"Careful, brother," Erik cautioned. "She may drag it straight out of your mind at this point."
Charles chuckled. "Alright. Though it isn't anything terribly wonderful. I only got us into a small place." He eyed the girl coyly. "I don't suppose you would be interested in spending your birthday at the Crystal Palace?"
"In New York?" Becky near screamed. "Do you mean it?"
"I have the party room reserved for us," Charles told her. "And they've promised their finest performance."
Becky squealed and her arms went right around his neck in gratitude. "Thank you, Uncle Charles! Thank you so much! Oh- I have to tell Joey!"
Charles put her down so that she could hurry upstairs then faced Erik. "I suppose you think I'm spoiling her to no end."
"No," Erik said to the contrary, blue eyes heavier than usual. "After all, she only has so much time to be a little girl."
Feeling that sentiment in his own core, Charles patted his upper arm. "Come, let's have a brandy and talk about your night at Temple. Meet anymore lovely but somehow unattached daughters?"
"How many is the better question," Erik answered as they headed for the parlor together.
IIIIIII
After a sizable portion of her breakfast wound up in her lap, Alex carried Kiki out to get cleaned up. He returned in time to catch a Cocoa Puff overflow from his nephew's bowl.
"Trav, no." Alex took the bowl to sprinkle a few of the pieces out. "If your dad caught you with this much sugar you'd miss out on sweets for the rest of the day."
"Aww, Uncle Alex," the small boy moaned.
"Aww, Bugsy," Alex imitated, returning the now neater bowl to him. "You know the rules."
"Uncles don't care about dumb rules like that, Alex," Cody informed.
Alex stated, "Well, this uncle wants to keep his little guys out of trouble. Now, eat." He turned around to clean off the counter.
Cody gave off his "X-Men can be so weird" headshake then noticed Joey's faraway expression. "What is it?"
Joey faced him. "I was just thinking about the Crystal Palace. Becky read that they put on magic shows while you eat."
Frank said, "They have sword fighting straight out of the Middle Ages, too." His thoughts then went straight to Sean, who he knew would get a kick out of seeing such a thing.
II
Situated before her floor mirror, Becky adjusted the skirt of her long white dress; giant lavender flowers covered the garment as well. She held up the wrist that contained her favorite bracelet, studying the eye design in her reflection.
A small tap sounded at her partially open door and she looked over pleasantly. "Hi, Scott. Come in."
Still in his robe and pajamas, he entered and walked towards her. "I wanted to see if you were alright since you're always down for Cereal Saturday." He studied her outfit in approval. "You look so nice."
"Thanks," Becky beamed at him, adding the white hat to complete the attire. "Auntie Em and I are going into the city for pre-birthday primping. Since most of the good shops will be closed tomorrow. You know, as fun as last year was, I think this birthday will be even better." She stepped up, closing off the small space between them. "I finally get to celebrate with all of you."
A smile developed on Scott's face at that.
Dressed in her own white ensemble, Emma came into the doorway. "Ready, my love?"
"Yes, Auntie." Becky went to join hands with her. "See you later, Scott."
"Goodbye, heart," Emma waved at the boy as they left.
Scott waved back after the pair.
IIIIIII
Red thread gliding through soft satin fabric, Kayla peered over at the pillow being designed in the chair right next to hers. It depicted a row of trees and flowers in various colors.
"That's lovely, sweetheart."
"Thanks. It's supposed to be a scene from The Secret Garden." Maya picked up the yellow circular cut-out that represented the sun. "I hope Becky likes it."
"I'm certain she will." Kayla turned thoughtful. "Age twelve. My, that's been so long," she resumed sewing, "it's a wonder I remember."
Maya stated, "You look as if it were hardly fifteen years ago."
Kayla ran an affectionate hand down the girl's cheek before selecting a green thread from the basket to use next.
A dozen jumbo balloons in each hand, Logan entered the room with some sideways maneuvering.
"I take it those are for Becky's party," Kayla deduced.
"Or he's planning to fly away," Maya joked.
"Vic ran out of room in the loft." Logan shoved the floating decorations into the walk-in closet and shut the door. "He made it clear to keep these out of the green eyed cutie's line of sight."
Maya said, "It's so sweet how much he gets into these things. I bet Victor would make a great dad."
"You got no idea, baby," Logan said, partly to himself then turned to face the ladies with a pleasant demeanor. "Hey Smiley, you up for workin' with the double barrel today?"
"Really? Sure!" Maya rushed up from her chair, leaving her sewing in the seat. "I'll be back later, Kay."
"Hold on." Kayla put her things down and got to her feet as well. "I'd like to see this myself."
IIIIIII
Fanciful eyes darting back and forth between where Erik worked towards his hundredth push-up and where Leon went at the bag, the young one's gaze settled on the metal wielder.
"Uncle Erik?" Trav climbed on top of his back. "Do you ever have bad dreams?"
Not minding the additional weight, as it only made his resistance greater, Erik answered, "Quite often." He glanced over his shoulder. "Why?"
"Oh." Trav appeared disappointed. "I thought grownups didn't have any. I think my daddy has 'em. He moves around a lot when we're asleep sometimes, like I do when I can't sleep."
Erik listened then lowered to his stomach so that Trav could crawl off. "Unfortunately, even grownups can have such dreams. But I don't believe they're so terrible. Do you know why?"
"Why?" Trav wondered.
"Because it is better to have a bad dream and awaken to good things than it is to have grand, exciting dreams only to wake up and find out none of it is real."
"Ohhh." Trav touched his knees and bobbed back and forth. "You're right, Uncle Erik. I'd rather wake up to the good stuff."
"You are the good stuff." Erik flicked his chin playfully then gestured to the padded corner of the gym. "Why don't you go work on some of your exercises? Be sure you don't go too high."
"Yes, sir," Trav saluted then hurried over to start up the wall.
Leon paused to lean against the bag for a moment. "Strange creatures small children are. How they see the world; believing all adults to be invincible."
Erik got up. "A delight it is to have their eyes."
"Or Alex's eyes," Leon put forth. "To him, they're something irreplaceably incredible. And they flock right to him. Not even my young cousin feared him when Alex mistook him for a lost child."
"Little Seth, yes?"
Leon nodded. "Named after my father."
Erik surmised, "I take it that the two of you were no closer than you and your elder cousin."
"I think I always found him guilty." Leon then clarified, "Of giving me hope. Jared marries Cassie, they have a baby together and somehow we become an actual family. Needless to say, that wasn't to be had. Cassie is a little better, but they're both so dour. I wonder how long Seth will be able to keep his happy child persona."
Erik placed hands on his shoulders. "I, too, dared to hope when I was younger. Of course in my case, I brought on the failure that could have led to a wife and children. It's when I stopped looking that I, while undeserving, gained all of this."
"You constantly make the claim that you're undeserving. What if I say you are?" Leon asserted.
A certain smirk appeared on Erik's face. "Then you are most certainly one of mine."
As he watched the man go over to check on Trav, Leon remained still over the elating words.
IIIIIII
Gently applying white to the very ends of the French tips, the stylist asked, "So when are you do, angel?"
Emma reclined in her padded chair. "Around mid-May."
"That's going to be some one of a kind Mother's Day present," the young woman said then gestured towards where her co-worker painted Becky's nails. "Is she yours, too?"
"Yes," Emma smiled in the direction of the little girl in question, "though technically she belongs to my brother-in-law, but I get to adore her."
Once their nails dried for the most part, the two X-Females departed the salon. They blew dainty breaths to completely solidify the polish as they moved along the shopping center.
The moment they entered a clothing store for pre-teen girls, Becky immediately zeroed in on something. She took Emma's hand and led the way over to the display. A black mannequin propped up the fuchsia dress with full layered skirt and black sash around the waist.
"Four seconds or less to find exactly what you want," Emma commented favorably.
"It's so beautiful," Becky marveled, eyes locked.
Emma squeezed her hand. "Do you really like it?"
"I love it."
"Then it's all yours," Emma granted.
Becky looked at her with a wide smile. "Oh thank you, Auntie!"
"You are simply going to dazzle on your birthday." Emma bent slightly to get in nearer to the child's eyes. "I can just see how I want to do your hair." She gathered a few curls in her hand. "A nice flower pin with a matching necklace. We could even…"
Becky frowned deeply when the older female stopped speaking as well as bowed her head. "Auntie?"
Emma held onto Becky while coiling her other arm around her stomach. "Oh my… Oh God…"
Grabbing onto her before she could stumble to the side, Becky petitioned urgently, "Auntie Em?" Several other shoppers promptly ceased all activity to gather around them and Becky glanced about frantically. "Someone help!"
IIIIIII
"Easy now," Professor X coaxed. "Clear your mind and allow it to focus only on what's in front of you." He then squinted and released an uneasy breath.
Silver Cat looked away from the birds in the branch overhead. "You okay?"
"Just a tad lightheaded." The Professor sent him a smile. "Go on and keep trying." At the huffing and puffing that sounded along with distressed mind, he turned around to see Cordelia in her workout clothes racing their way with unrelenting speed. "Cordy? What's wrong?" Charles put a hand on her shoulder when she came close enough. "What is it, love?"
With a single intake of air, the frantic girl got out, "Em and Becky are in the hospital."
IIIIIII
Elevator doors not operating fast enough for his liking, Erik separated them magnetically. Charles said nothing as he stepped forward first to guide the way to the nearest nursing station. The other three followed closely along with his determined movements.
"Excuse me," Charles pressed hands against the desk, getting the nurse's eyes up, "My wife and little niece were brought in a little over two hours ago. Emma Xavier and Rebecca Lehnsherr. Please, we need to find them." He attempted to with his mind but the hustle and bustle of the hospital combined with his own anxiety made it too murky.
Cordelia approached the desk. "You have to hurry. My sister's having a baby. Something could be wrong."
Charles gave her hand a firm pat. "Darling, please."
Hank stepped up to place his arms around her. "Calm down, Cordy. We'll have our answers in a moment."
"Oh Dr. Coleman." The nurse gestured for the glasses adorned brunette to come over. "This is Emma Xavier's family." She indicated Charles. "He's the husband."
"Mr. Xavier," the man addressed.
"Doctor," Charles returned shortly. "My wife, my niece, how are they?"
"Where are they?" Erik wanted to know.
"All three are doing fine," Dr. Coleman reported. "Mom, girl, and baby." He looked at Charles. "Your wife suffered severe pre-mature labor pains, but it was a false alarm. I also ran a few tests. Her blood pressure, while nothing to be too concerned about, is a little high so I'd like her to stay the night for observation. As for the little girl, she's fighting a headache. Probably shaken by the whole thing."
"My daughter," Erik said. "Where is she?"
"Right this way." Dr. Coleman turned and guided them down the hall.
Supporting the ice pack against her forehead, Becky sat watching her peacefully sleeping aunt.
Upon sensing something, the corners of her mouth managed to upturn.
"Becky." Erik stepped inside. Becky raised her arms to him and he came right around to lift her up. "My Sweet Imp. Are you alright?"
"Mmhmm," she whimpered into his neck.
Erik carried her over to the nearest chair and Hank squatted beside them, stroking Becky's hair.
"Darling." Charles crouched down near to his wife.
Cordelia gripped one of her hands between both her own. "I thought you said everything was alright." She glanced back at the doctor. "Why isn't she awake?"
"We gave her something for the pain," Coleman explained. "Between that and the stress and strain, she was left heavily fatigued. Now, Mr. Xavier," he turned to Charles again, "if you'll hold on my nurse has a few forms for you."
The Professor nodded. "Thank you, doctor."
Coleman bobbed his head and left out.
Hank rubbed his thumb against Becky's cheek. "Hi, big brave bear. How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess," Becky whispered.
Charles looked to the other two men in the room. "You'd best get her home. I'm staying with Emma."
"So am I," Cordelia seconded.
"No, love." Charles faced her. "I want you to go on home with the others."
Cordelia shook her head resolutely. "I am not leaving without my sister."
"I'll come by first thing tomorrow," Hank offered out. "Bring everyone a change of clothes."
Charles conceded. "That would be most appreciated, Hank."
Cordelia touched Emma's hand to her own cheek.
Laying his palm over his wife's stomach, Charles honed in on the steadily growing life inside and felt a calm wash over him.
IIIIIII
On one side of the dining table, Maya, Cody, Leon, and Frank sat in a row while Alex, Joey, and Scott lined up on the other side. Kayla and Logan stood off together beside a vase and Victor leaned against one wall with arms folded.
Bright smile in place, Raven re-entered the room. "Great news. Hank says everything is okay. He and Erik are on their way back with Becky right now. Charles and Cordy are staying overnight with Em pretty much because hospitals love keeping everyone overnight. Even if you come in with a sprained pinky."
Maya grinned. "That's wonderful."
"What'd I tell you?" Alex slipped an arm around Joey. "Knew everything would be all good."
"Figures," Logan scoffed. "A female's body is always playin' tricks."
A skeptical Scott looked over at Raven. "Are you sure?"
"Scott," Alex's voice carried partial firmness, "if Hank says it's fine then it's fine."
"Well," Kayla spoke, "I'm going to get started on dinner."
Frank stood from the table. "I'll help." He walked out with her.
"I'll be in Eye Spy." Victor left next.
"I better check on Kiki and Trav." Raven stepped out.
"Wanna go play?" Cody asked Joey.
The short blonde shook his head. "Not right now." He got up from the table.
"Joe?" Alex called after him.
"I'll be back." Joey went after Raven, meeting her at the stairs. "Aunt Raven?" The shape-shifter glanced back. "Did my brother die?"
Expression darkening, Raven got right to her knees to hug him tightly. "No, baby. No, honey." She kissed his forehead. "Nothing like that happened, I swear. He's fine. We're all fine."
Joey squeezed her arm and quietly rested against her shoulder.
II
Turning away from the stovetop, Kayla glanced over to the island where Frank silently chopped vegetables. Lowering the heat on her pasta, she walked up from behind and pressed a hand to the back of his neck.
"It seems the X-Men can hardly take a break from excitement," she commented. "Something of a whirlwind effect I would say."
Frank lowered his cutting knife a moment. "I remember when we lost our baby. Only time my mom had a still birth and it was on our only girl. When I found out, I felt like I got bashed right to the back of the head. I always wanted a sister. I figured she'd be so much like Mom we'd get along swell. But I don't even know what she looked like. I never got to see her or hold her for even a few seconds. It's so weird to lose a brother or sister. It leaves everything feeling disgusting for so long. I've been there, Scott and Alex have," he bit his lip, "Cody, too. I know it's all okay now, but I never want Joey to know what that's like."
Kayla took up the stool beside him. "The loss of my Jaycee has left part of me broken to this day. I cannot imagine how my parents survived losing three. Believe it or not, I often find myself somehow missing those three. Thinking about the grand times we could have had together." She laid one hand over his. "Life, as wonderful as it is, takes so many turns. It's all we can do to have faith and carry through when the sky clouds over."
"Yeah," Frank concurred, "even though I need to work on that one a lot harder."
IIIIIII
"Of course there must be lots of magic in the world, but people don't know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen." Lowering the book, Erik observed his lackluster audience member. "Alright, I fully admit that my narration leaves something to be desired." He lowered himself next to lay beside her. "What's the matter, Ladybug? You know Auntie returns home in the morning."
"Papa," Becky looked into his eyes, "I don't understand was happened. We were having fun and everything was going okay then Auntie Em got so sick. It was awful."
"I know." Erik tucked a few strands of her behind her ear. "But it's over now. You need not worry anymore."
"It's so strange." Becky's green orbs shined thoughtfully. "Whenever something really bad happens to Uncle Charles or Auntie Em, part of it feels like it's happening to me, too. Just like with the accident."
Erik said, "It's because the three of you are very much connected through your telepathy. As difficult as it can be at times, it's still a unique bond to cherish." Her head dipped and he frowned. "What is it?"
"What if something had happened to her or the baby all because she was out with me? They could've been hurt all on account of my birthday." Becky inched in closer and clung to his shirt. "Oh Papa…"
Erik sent a gentle hush into her ear and held her close against his chest. "Stop it, Anya. None of this was your fault. Situations like this are completely unpredictable. I'm only thankful she had you at her side when it happened." He rubbed her back through her hair. "And your Auntie Em is no ordinary woman. I believe she can make it through just about anything. I'm sure the same can be said about the baby."
Becky nodded into his shirt.
Erik glanced over at the knock to his door. "Come in." Frank stepped inside. "Ah, little boychick." He held out an arm for him. "Come here."
Frank joined them on the bed. "This came for you while you were out." He handed a small tan package over to Becky.
She lingered a fond hand over the sender's information. "It's from Sean." She then ripped off the top and pulled out a sheet of paper poking out. Unfolding it, Becky looked it over. "It says 'Happy Birthday Curls and sorry I can't be there. Sending you prayers, hugs, candy and my love, Seanie'."
Erik nodded approvingly.
"What'd you get?" Frank wondered.
Bringing the package upside down, a yellow book covered in pink flowers slid out; a journal. Opening it up, Becky found the pages not completely blank and smiled at the bottom corners containing various Biblical quotes.
IIIIIII
Spreading a crisp white hospital blanket over Cordelia who slept with knees curled up to her chest in a chair, Charles returned to the bed.
His arm went around Emma. I must say, if this baby boy is bringing us into heart attack territory already, he's going to be a merciless handful the moment he arrives.
If he has any mutant ability, it's resiliency. Emma caressed her pudgy midsection. May the kicking resume.
Charles leaned in towards her stomach. Young man, be still. You will see the world when you're due and not before.
Emma let off a slight chirp. I don't think he hears you very well, Daddy.
Charles released a soft breathy laugh and brought his wife as near to his side as he could. I cannot tell you how thankful I am right now.
So am I, Emma tugged on his shirt a little, I keep thinking about what could have happened and Charles, I… I don't think I could have forgiven myself if I'd lost him.
Giving her a kiss, Charles sent back You mustn't allow those terrible thoughts to trouble. Had the very worst happened, Emma, I most certainly would not have blamed you. I know how much you love him; how much we both do. If he is to be taken away from us, if any of them are, there will be a fight unlike anything else this world has seen involved.
Emma gave him a smile. I love you, Charles.
I love you, too. For the rest of my life. Charles brought the blanket up closer to better cover her while she relaxed into his arms.
IIIIIII
"Rebecca?" At the lack of response at the girl's own door, Scott tried the next best place. He peeked inside Erik's room and found her asleep in the middle of the bed, a collection of curls draping across her face. "Rebecca." He walked in closer. "Rebecca?"
Eyelids parting just a crack, Becky released a murmur as she sat up. "Scott?" She rubbed her eyes to better face him. "Scott, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to let you know that Charles and Cordy came home with Emma," the boy reported.
An instantaneous smile came to her face. "Really?"
"Yes, but Emma's resting now. Charles went downstairs to talk to the others."
Rising out of the bed completely, Becky put her hand in his. Scott led them out into the hall and down the stairs. They paused outside the parlor, where the adult X-Men all gathered.
"For how long?" Raven asked.
Charles replied, "The doctor recommended two weeks. And I will be unavailable tomorrow while I see to her so I believe it best that we do not resume classes until Tuesday."
"I agree," Erik seconded.
Kayla said, "We'll pick up Emma's class load while she's on bed rest."
Becky inched forward at that. "Uncle Charles?"
They all turned to her and Charles knelt down. "Princess, come here, please. We must speak." Becky approached him and he took her hands to hold. "I'm afraid that with your aunt still recuperating, we won't be able to go with you to the Crystal Palace. But you and the rest of the family are to go and have a wonderful time." Charles formed a smile. "You'll have cake and ice cream and the show will be—"
"No," Becky interjected, eyes grimly serious. "I don't want to go anymore. I want to stay here and help take care of Auntie Em." Don't you remember last year? She's what we both wished for.
A glow returned to Charles' features. Yes, I do and indeed, she is.
"Why're they so quiet? Are they plottin' against us?" Logan murmured to Kayla.
His wife poked him in the ribs with her elbow as a response.
Charles put his hand on Becky's back to bring her into a strong hug.
Scott looked on, a scowl developing on his face.
IIIIIII
"I most certainly do not need your specialist. Yes, I'm much better today. Thank you, Daddy." Emma paused to listen to him a moment. "I love you, too. Talk to you soon." She lowered the hand piece back onto the phone base.
Cordelia re-entered the room with a silver tray. "Here we are, nice hot chamomile with a splash of lemon." She placed the tray on the night stand and handed her sister the mug of tea before showing her the plate of brownies. "Double fudge mints."
"Oh dear, that's very sweet but the doctor only recommended bland, tasteless, unsatisfying… but baby says brownies." Emma seized hold of one and bit into half of it.
Cordelia giggled and sat on the mattress facing her. "Go on, indulge. It's the expecting woman's right."
Emma finished off the square. "You know, you certainly amaze me at times."
"What? I can bake."
"No, goose." Emma reached over, patting her knee. "You're really grown into such reliability and independence. I'm so happy I have you here with me, Cordy."
Dipping her head a bit, Cordelia clutched the blonde's wrist. "Thanks, Big Sis."
IIIIIII
Second page filled, Becky moved on to the next place within the journal. Erik came into his den, finding the ponderous girl on the sofa.
Going over, he sat down and wrapped an arm around her. "Twelve years old in mere hours. Feeling any different yet?"
Becky wrinkled her nose in thought. "I'm not sure." She turned to him. "Do I look any different?"
Erik pretended to focus in on her for a moment. "Yes," he finally determined, "far more bright and beautiful." He coiled arms around her waist and lifted her onto his lap. "I was thinking that you and I could go out for a nice lunch tomorrow. Anywhere you like. Just the two of us or you can bring the other children if you like."
Becky shook her head. "No, Papa. This birthday was important to me because everyone who wasn't here before is here now, especially Auntie Em. It's enough that Sean is still away. I want to be with everyone and it's okay if we have to stay in. Because this is our house and our family and we're together."
Immense satisfaction covered Erik's face. "I see a bat mitzvah would have been only a formality where you are concerned. Because you, my dear," he touched his cheek against hers, "are growing into quite the amazing woman."
Smiling, Becky leaned back against him as she resumed her journaling.
IIIIIII
At the presence of another of their own, the telepathic couple stopped speaking to glance towards the doorway.
"Leon," Emma acknowledged pleasantly, waving him over. "I haven't seen you all day."
Charles noticed his face. "Is everything alright, lad."
"Yes, actually." Leon stepped forward. "Now, I'll be the first to admit that my timing is completely terrible, but I have a rather pressing favor to ask."
"Go on," Emma encouraged.
Leon took a few seconds then said, "Could you not die?"
So taken aback by the blunt request, Emma's mouth started to open but no sound came out.
"What I mean is," the young man went on, "if at all within your control, could you kindly not die? For you see, yesterday when Raven and Hank called us together to inform us of incident, my head automatically went to the worst case scenario. When it did, I reached the realization that were you not here, that would cause a severe emotional detriment on my part. I also now realize how incredibly selfish I sound so, yes, I'm going to excuse myself."
"Leon," Emma quickly petitioned him before he could hasten away, "within my control with the additional clause of fighting even beyond it, I would be happy to honor your request."
The long haired male proved pleased by this. "Thank you. Very much." He took his leave with that.
"The X-Men," Charles put forth. "Perfectly normal everyday family."
"Oh yes," Emma concurred. "Exactly like The Flintstones."
IIIIIII
Passing through the main level on route to check on things throughout the grounds, Victor stopped off outside the living room. Squinting at the bright flashing box in the otherwise dark room, he headed in.
"Shades?" Folding his arms, he stood over Scott. "What do you think you're doin' out of bed, boy?"
His own arms crossed angrily, Scott claimed, "It's not fair."
"Okay then." Reaching over to lower the volume on the television, Victor dropped down beside him onto the couch. "What's not fair."
"Rebecca was looking forward to going to the Crystal Palace and now her whole birthday's ruined."
"Hey, it ain't ruined. Em and the baby are okay and you know that's what really matters to her."
Scott sighed. "I know and it does to me, too." He got up, facing the man. "But Rebecca deserves something bigger. Every time we do something together, she has a way of making it extra special. This time I want to do it for her."
Victor shrugged one shoulder. "So why don't ya?"
The boy's lips poked forward. "Because I'm lousy at this sort of thing."
"Don't hand me that," Victor promptly refuted. "Come on, Shades. You got the right idea."
"I do?"
Victor nodded. "You're leadin' the charge here, kid. Now what do you want done?"
Growing silent, Scott took a moment to fully consider that.
IIIIIII
Eye shadow palette out for viewing, Raven asked, "Yellow or blue?"
Maya tapped her chin in thought then decided, "Both; green."
Taking the miniature brush, Raven went to work on blending the two.
"Sis?" Cordelia stepped out of the walk-in closet, white cashmere sweater in her grasp.
Emma looked over. "Enjoy." She placed her attention back on Kiki's hair. "By the time I can fit into these clothes again, I'll surely be tired of them."
Cordelia smiled giddily then went to work adding the top to compliment her honey yellow skirt.
After Raven finished with her eyes, Maya leaned in towards the vanity mirror to watch the girl add color to her own cheeks. "I still don't know why you own so many cosmetics."
Continuing with her rouge, Raven explained, "Less to concentrate on when I transform."
Finding that sensible, Maya adjusted her turquoise headband.
Emma completed Kiki's braids by tying bright red bows to the ends. "There you are, angel."
Kiki crawled off Emma's lap and towards the edge of the bed. "Mommy, Mommy." She shook her pigtails about. "Looky."
Raven glanced back and automatically smiled. "Gorge."
Emma started on Becky's hair next and did not miss her expression as she did so. "Whatever's the matter, birthday girl?"
"Nothing. I just can't stop thinking about those disgusting cockroaches." Becky shivered at the just the idea of them. "When will Papa and Uncle Charles be done with the pest people?"
Sharing a look with the other females gathered, Emma replied, "I'm sure it won't be much longer."
Becky stated, "I'm not setting one foot downstairs until they're done."
"Where did you disappear to?" Cordelia asked Kayla when the elder returned to the bedroom.
"I'm afraid I have a severe lack of willpower." Kayla laid a box tied with a lace bow on the bed. "I couldn't wait for dinnertime for Becky to see her present."
"Well, just one shouldn't hurt." Emma properly adjusted Becky's hair clip before patting her back to nudge her. "Go on and open it, dear."
Turning quite anxiously, Becky scooted over towards the box. She undid the ribbon and handed it over to Kiki to play with before raising the box lid. A gasp escaped her at the raspberry colored crushed velvet article she saw neatly tucked inside.
"Oh my goodness!" Becky lifted the dress at the shoulders and held it up for everyone to view, resulting in a chorus of positive feedback.
Kayla said, "I made sure it was done last night instead of this evening. I thought your twelfth birthday called for a rush order."
Hopping up from the bed, Becky's arms went right around the woman's middle. "Thank you, Kayla. I just love it!"
Raven smiled and came over. "Come on. Let's see how it looks."
While Raven and the others helped Becky, Emma grew still at her husband's voice in her mind.
We're ready whenever you ladies are, love.
Just give us a minute, Sugar.
Maya snapped Becky's second Mary-Jane. "There. You look amazing."
Standing up to get a good look at the three-quarter sleeved garment she now wore, Becky gazed into the upright mirror.
"Beautiful," she declared, performing a twirl in the fluffy skirt.
A knock came to the door a few seconds later. "Permission to enter my bed chamber."
Raven prompted, "What's the password?"
Emma laughed. "Do please enter, Professor."
Charles came in through one of the French doors. "Pardon my intrusion, lovely ladies, but your presence is needed downstairs." Becky came into his sights. "Oh Princess, you love positively radiant."
Becky smiled then wanted to know, "Are those bugs gone?"
"I'm afraid I have a small confession," Charles admitted. "There were never any cockroaches."
Becky raised an eyebrow. "Uncle Charles?"
"Princess," he returned with the same tone, gesturing out into the hall.
Joining hands with Kiki, Becky started out followed closely by Kayla and the other girls.
Charles walked to the bed. "You're coming with me, Mrs. Xavier."
As he lifted her, Emma wound her arms securely around his neck. "You'll get no argument, Mr. Xavier."
Pausing at the stairs, Becky took in the red carpeting the decorated the stairs. Continuing on down the crimson path with spirited toddler in tow, they did not stop until they reached the very foot of the stairs. There a full length banner covered an entire wall, reading Rebecca in enlarged colorful letters of different designs.
They walked further, finding balloons of various shapes and sizes suspended from practically every nook and cranny of the main level. Charles guided the way into the dining room where dragons, elves, and other enchanted inflated creatures propped up in the corners. The X-Women lined up in a row of Kayla, Maya, Raven with Kiki in her lap, Becky, Cordelia and Emma.
"This is great, Uncle Charles," Becky glanced around, able to sense active minds but unable to actually see them, "but where's everyone else?"
"Oh," Charles stood behind her chair, "you'll soon find out." He then used his powers to make Victor and Erik rematerialize from opposite ends of the room, startling the females briefly.
Each with a sword in hand, they ran at each other, clashing the metallic ends together soundly. When Victor made a move to slice at Erik, the Poland native rolled backs and lowered to his side. He sent out his own sword but Victor leapt upward before it connect with his ankles. They continued on for several more rounds until concluding the same way they began with their blades meeting.
Before the applause could properly start up, Erik and Victor stepped to the side to make room for Leon and Alex who entered with a long plank between them. Trav bounced in after them and they lowered the board better towards his height. After the little boy climbed on, they raised it again. Trav walked back and forth between them on one foot then switched over to maneuver on his hands.
Hank came in, jumping on top of the board. He picked Trav up onto his shoulders and walked to and from with him that way. The large man then gripped his son's feet as he performed a backflip, landing securely with the boy.
Both equally thankful for their time spent in the gym, Alex and Leon placed the board down and the latter pulled a large hula hoop out from underneath the dining table. As soon as he raised it, Cody charged in, jumped up, and leapt right through it. Gasps and excited whispers incited from the women at the sight.
Once they were done, Frank walked in and faced his audience members. Moving his hands out from behind his back, he revealed three tennis balls. Tossing one of the yellow spheres into the air, he began juggling in place. After several seconds of it, he continued while moving side to side and back a foot vigorously. He completed by catching all balls at once.
More clapping sounded and Frank moved away for Joey to come in. The nine-year-old carried his sketch pad and flipped to a blank page. Looking towards the table multiple times for a full minute while his pencil holding hand worked vigorously, he eventually ripped the paper out of the pad. Going around the table, he presented Becky with the picture; a sketch of her face with her curls cascading down.
Delight covered her round face and she placed one arm around Joey. "Oh thank you!"
"And we're not even done yet." Charles called out, "Logan!... Logan?"
Victor then bellowed, "Runt!"
Purple curled toe shoes grudgingly made their way into the room. The rest of the attire consisted of an orange and orchid jester outfit, including bell attached headdress and oversized white collar. Maya touched her heart at the shock, Raven snorted while Kiki pointed him out in fascination, Cordelia and Becky covered their mouths to contain their laughter, Emma shook her head in amusement, and Kayla sent out a wink to the loud dressed individual.
"What I won't do for a woman..." Logan padded forward, facing them. "Two monkeys and a priest walk into a bar—"
"Logan!" several of the adults protested.
"Fine," he grumbled, hiding his own enjoyment. "Presenting," Logan shook the jingly staff he held in one hand, "the Sensational Cyclops," Scott walked in wearing a black suit with cape and top hat, "the pretty boys always get the good threads."
Presenting a white tipped wand, Scott lashed it out. A burst of glitter shot out followed by a bouquet of pink fabric flowers.
He reached the wand out towards the center of the table. "For you."
Becky accepted them with a grin. "Thank you."
"And that concludes our show." Logan shook his staff again. "Thank God."
Applause erupted from the table and each gentleman took a bow, though Trav took several.
"Now," Charles proclaimed next, "on to dinner."
After they all settled down with plates loaded down with roast beef, lasagna squares, and potatoes, the laughter and chatter proved insatiable.
"Orange is most definitely your color, Logan," Cordelia commented.
"Can the wise cracks," Logan warned, aiming a menacing fork at all of them.
"I think you made a great jester," Becky told him. "Thank you, Logan."
The man removed his headdress cordially. "Anything for you, birthday lady."
"That sword fight was the best one I've ever seen," Frank put forth. "Even better than at Disney Land."
"I'll say we did fairly well for only a few minutes of rehearsal," said Erik.
Maya asked, "Do you think you could show me how to practice with one?"
Initially surprised by the request, Victor replied, "That can be arranged."
Raven gave Trav a pinch on the cheek and looked at Hank when she said, "You guys nearly scared the daylights out of me with that tightrope routine."
"You know how much control I have over my agility," Hank reminded her.
"Who was worried about you?" his wife countered. "I meant my baby."
Trav let off a giggle.
Kayla noticed the lethargic Leon and Alex. "Aren't you gentlemen hungry after such a performance?"
"I believe all feeling has left our upper limbs," Leon stated.
"Seriously." Alex rubbed his shoulder. "That was tonight's workout in three minutes flat."
Erik patted his back. "You'll be stronger come morning."
"I believe the time has come to say a few words." Charles started to rise.
"Charles," Erik got up, "please allow me." Charles made a "be my guest" gesture for him to go on and Erik looked out upon the others. "Last year this time, we celebrated the birth of Rebecca Jane Douglas. This year, however, we celebrate Rebecca Anya Lehnsherr. A very special young lady who has done much more at twelve years old than she herself is able to comprehend. She allowed me to feel a child's love and in many ways helped me to become a man somewhat deserving to be her father." Erik raised his glass in triumph. "To my little girl."
"To Becca," the McCoys chorused while most of the others said, "To Becky."
Scott raised his milk. "To Rebecca."
Charles gave her a certain smile. "To my princess."
Green eyes glossed over, Becky hurried from her seat to run at her father. Erik caught her in a strong hug and dipped to kiss the top of her head. She then went around to share an embrace in-between Charles and Emma.
"Thank you," Becky got out, voice hitched for a moment. "Thank you all. This is a more wonderful birthday than I ever imagined. I love all of you so much."
Trav asked, "Does that mean we can eat cake now?"
"Oh the cake." Frank hopped up. "Becky, come with me. I made it just for you and I want you to see it first."
"Okay," Becky smiled and left to go with him into the kitchen.
"Hold on just a sec." Frank got the refrigerator door open then managed to remove the double layer strawberry crème dessert from it.
Becky's eyes nearly popped out. "Ohhh, that looks so good. Thanks, Frank."
"Sure," Frank rested the cake on the table for a moment, "no problem." He then turned to face her, a serious expression developing on her face. "Listen, Becky, I'm probably being a rat by telling you this but this whole big show was all Scott's ideas."
"It was?"
Frank nodded. "He felt crummy about you having to miss out on the Crystal Palace so he wanted to do something real nice for you."
Unsure of what to say, Becky stayed quiet as she felt her chest begin to swell.
IIIIIII
Licking the white cream topping off his spoon, Trav said, "I wish it could be Becca's birthday every day."
Frank joked, "You trying to turn her into an old lady or something?"
Becky cradled her fabric bouquet in her lap. "Well, just think about how much fun your birthday's going to be, Trav."
"Oh yeah." A smile built on the five-year-old's face. "I can't wait. Do you think Wolfy'll wear those funny clothes again?"
Cody said from where he played jacks with Joey, "Maybe for a million bucks."
Sharing a picture book with Kiki, Scott looked up. "So, was it half as good as the Crystal Palace?"
"No." Becky then added, "This was all way better."
Charles along with Raven appeared in the doorway of the recreation room.
"Alright, small babes, it's officially time for bed," Charles told them. "You all have school in the morning. Joey, come along so you can say good night to your mother."
"Okay, Daddy." Getting up, Joey walked over to his father.
"Thank you, Scott." Raven collected Kiki from the boy then took Trav's hand. "Oh, look at you, you little cake bandit. At this rate, you're having veggies for breakfast."
Trav rubbed the white residue away from his face. "Noooo."
"Yessss," Raven smirked, squeezing his hand as they left.
Cody stretched and headed for his room to hear his mother's latest story.
"I'm going to straighten up in here a little," Frank put forth. "Becky, could you let Erik know I'll be there in a minute?"
"Sure." Waiting for Scott to get up, the pajama clad pair left the room. "I can't believe how great this whole day has been." She stopped walking for a moment. "I appreciate everything you did for me, Scott."
The boy faced her. "Not reading my mind are you?" Becky only smiled coyly at him. "So, does this mean there's any chance of you telling me what you wished for on the cake?"
"I don't think there's much point," Becky shrugged. "It's probably not going to happen until w— until I am older." Scott opened his mouth but no sound came out. "Good night." Becky leaned over and pecked his cheek. "I'll see you in the morning, Sensational Cyclops."
Watching as the girl continued on to her quarters, Scott remained completely still until his lips finally worked again. "Happy Birthday, Rebecca."