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.

181. Ch 181 Familiar Places and New Locations

X-Men-First Class: Rise or Fall

Chapter One Hundred Eighty One

Author's Word: Hi, my fam. Things are a little better, but still busy. Elaboration will take place at a later date. Please enjoy and review!

Compliments of the early start, the normally bustling New York traffic proved almost nonexistent. As if a whole new mutation had manifested within him, Erik's vision allowed him to remain stationed on several points of interest. Up to the front, the motorcycles rode side by side. Next to Erik, Frank carried a look that varied from mild disparagement to fascination as flocks of trees replaced the buildings. From the rear view mirror, the driver observed the pair in the back. Though they had grown somewhat lethargic during the ride, their joined appendages had yet to separate.

A certain clearing stirred something within Scott and he adjusted his glasses. "Rebecca," he applied a delicate tug to the girl's hand, "look."

Exiting her partially dozed stage, Becky ceased slouching in her seat. The array of endlessly vibrant wildflowers gave her window a stain glass effect. As they passed the lake, they drove by lush pastures containing various livestock. Several of the estates carried three stories and no two of the aged homes appeared remotely similar. Some came with pillars, porches that seemed miles long, plantation shutters, and many other designs.

"They're all so pretty," Becky commented. "Is ours nearby, Papa?"

"Not quite, ladybug," the man replied, "but we will be there soon."

Frank turned to the windshield, feeling Erik round one bend. "Whoa, hey," his head practically spun at the wide open fields, "zero neighbors."

"Zero disturbances," Erik added, sparing the boy a covert gaze before returning complete attention to the rode. He drove another few minutes before bringing his communicator to his lips. "Twenty feet, boychicks."

Alex and Leon slowed their motorcycles.

When the car eased into a stop, Scott undid his seatbelt to scoot over to Becky. Peering over her shoulder, they took in the candy apple red single story but lengthy cape cod property. Only when Erik unfastened the door locks magnetically did they become alerted.

Alex removed his helmet as the others exited the car. "Okay, I'll gather the eggs but Frank's mowing the lawn."

"No way!" the younger teen denied.

"Now, boys," Erik formed a baleful grin, "there will be plenty of chores to go around."

Leon said, "I get the feeling I'll be left milking Bessie."

"Come on, Scott," Frank shot forward, "let's check this place out."

"Wait up!" Scott dashed after his friend.

Leon and Alex followed next and Erik grasped Becky's hand to do likewise.

"Now I know we're in the sticks." Frank indicated the red two level barn. "Just look at this thing. What do you want to bet Opie and the Sheriff are in there?"

Scott pointed out a smaller structure off to the side. "What's that one?"

"The woodshed," Erik clarified. "Reminds me of when I was boy. Hopefully, we won't get very much use out of it."

Frank bobbed his head to the side. "Who needs a woodshed in the summer?" His brown eyes swelled while his lips formed a tiny taut circle as the realization dawned. "Ohhhh. Nah, nope," he shook out his hands, "no need for that."

"Definitely," Scott seconded.

Alex walked closer to the barn. "This'll be good to stash our bikes in."

"We'll see to that after we've had proper time to inspect it," said Erik. "The last thing we need is a mother raccoon lunging at us."

Becky looked up. "Or a daddy wolf. Hank explained in class how they sometimes invade farms to find food for their families."

"They do what they must. Like us." Erik squeezed her hand then motioned for them to head back. "Come. We still have lots to do, starting with unpacking the car."

The younger boys resisted the urge to drag their restless heels in the dirt and moved to follow the man's direction.

When they made it back to the car, the males all retrieved their overnight bags from the trunk while Becky went to get Sweetie Imp from the backseat. She also took the pink messenger bag she'd had with her during the ride. Leon carried her extra pack for her, unbothered by the feminine material on it.

Erik led them to the wide white wooden door and, not bothering to fish out the key he'd gotten from the rental office, unlatched the locks with his powers. Frank and Scott shared a grin at the nice way the door 'automatically' opened for them. Erik stepped inside first. Locating the nearby light immediately, he flipped the switch to provide them with illumination.

A deep dark wood made up the flooring and the first space they spotted was the two-piece bathroom to their right. They walked through the hall for three yards until they happened upon the living room archway. Naturally the space did not prove as large as the now torn down one at the Xavier mansion. However, it contained two opposite facing sofas with a coffee table in the middle and a big desk over in one corner.

They next passed another open space in the form of the very country inspired kitchen. It came with floral wallpaper, a circular wooden table with four padded chairs, and a tall refrigerator with short oven. It also provided ample counter space with a toaster and blender on top of the one nearest the sink.

Moving along further back, they passed a small den area, a full bathroom, then arrived at the sleeping quarters.

Poking his head into one wood paneled room, Scott grew excited. "Bunks!"

Frank looked in next and immediately claimed, "We call this room," before the Eye Scream Team ran in.

Alex rolled his eyes in playful annoyance. "They'll be up all night blasting off for Mars."

"You two take the master." Erik pointed out the room at the end of the hall. "It has its own bathroom."

Leon faced the man. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Erik confirmed. "I know you're at an age where you want some level of privacy and I would rather be close to the younger children. We'll move the double bed out for two of the singles."

"Thanks, Dad," said Alex with the bulk of his gratitude written across his features. "We better unload, Lee."

Leon handed Becky's bag to Erik before following the older teen.

Finding the two singles in question in the bedroom across the way, Erik brought Becky into the one next door to it. Inside was another bare twin bed and a desk and bookshelf built into the opposite wall. The closet door was a short distance from the foot of the bed.

Letting go of his daughter as well as their belongings for the time being, Erik walked over to the one window and divided the thick shutters. The sun's rays poured in on them, revealing the goldenrod paper that covered the walls.

"As He said," Erik glanced back, "let there be light."

Becky formed a smile and came to stand beside him. She leaned over to gaze through the glass and aimed a finger towards a white post outside. "Look at the bird house, Papa."

Erik did so, touching her shoulders. "I'm sure they'll be delighted to sing for you every morning." He then honed in on her stiffness. "Sweet Imp?" He sat on the side of the bed, bringing her to stand between his legs.

Raising her bear close to her chest, she raised her head. "I'm that word they used, aren't I?"

Erik frowned, gripping her at the waist. "What word, Anya?"

"The "B" one that shadow man used. One of the ones I'm not allowed to say."

Understanding perfectly, Erik brought her to sit on his thigh. "That is right. You're not to say it. Because it's filthy," he cupped her chin to stare into the swelled green eyes, "and completely untrue."

Becky emphasized, "But they weren't married."

"That little fact is unimportant here." Erik hugged her to him, connecting their cheeks. "Your birth father gave you his name the same way I have now. He might not have understood you, but Gavin Douglas did love you. So much so that he risked a great deal to keep you safe with him. For that, I will always be grateful to him."

Becky brushed her eyelashes against his shirt. "So will I."

"And let me ask you this." Erik waited for her to face him again. "Do you know who Joey's birth father is?" She shook her head hard. "Neither do I. Do you care?"

"No," she answered with a bit of a giggle.

"Neither do I," Erik repeated with traces of humor on his own part. "Neither do his parents or Alex or any one of us. But we love him to the fullest, yes?"

"Yes," Becky confirmed immediately.

"Exactly. So, I want that little "B" word out of your vocabulary," Erik tapped her lips then the top of her head, "and mind. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Papa," she replied obediently.

Offering a short knock to the doorway, Frank rushed in and jumped on the bed. "So…" Lying on his stomach, he swayed his legs. "We sort of, kind of forgot to pack a few things. Like bed sheets."

Becky recalled then admitted, "So did I."

"We were in something of a hurry." Erik used one arm to touch Frank's back. "We need to pay a visit to town, anyway. There is more we need. Pots and pans, plates, and you children have this odd obsession with food."

"Not all food." Frank sat up with a special glint in his eyes. "Mostly candy…."

Erik looked to consider it. "You have been so well-behaved; baiting me no doubt. If you can get your brothers to hurry along, we'll see."

"Alright!" Frank hopped up. "Come on, Becky."

Erik let go of the girl for them to scamper out.

IIIIIII

Pulling up in front of the diner that featured a jolly cow as its mascot, Hank shook his head.

He undid his seatbelt. "We really should have flown."

"We're going to need a car when we get there," Raven reminded, climbing out of the passenger's side. "And what happened to your sense of adventure?"

Hank tipped his glasses at her as he replied, "It's been overexposed of late."

Raven sobered a little at that. "I know. But let's not worry about that. Let's not worry about anything but how great it'll be to see Mom. And getting these two fed."

"Agreed." Going to the back, Hank gently stirred Kiki. "Time to wake up, Baby Bear."

She rubbed at her eyes with her fist as she instinctively settled into Hank's hold.

"Come on, big man." Raven loosened Trav's restraints.

The boy perked up faster than his sister and looked around expectedly. "Where's Grandma?"

"Still waiting for us." Raven collected him and used her hip to shut the door. "This is just a pit stop."

Seeing the establishment, Trav's enthusiasm did not damper for a moment. "Ooooh! I want a burger and French fries and a chocolate shake—"

"And a million cavities," Hank interjected. "If you want a shake, you're getting veggies on the side instead of fries."

Trav sulked a little as he complied with, "Yes, Daddy."

"Besides," Hank started them towards the diner, "you'll need to leave room for Grandma to plump you up later."

Trav clapped and chanted, "Grandma, Grandma," as the McCoy quad proceeded into the restaurant.

IIIIIII

"Oh gosh!" Cordelia went to work the handle with much gusto. "We're here!"

"Darling," Charles chided, trying to keep his amusement at bay.

"Cor, please wait for the vehicle to come to a complete stop," Emma requested calmly, though she had to admit that the sight of their family home carried a certain appeal.

At the two male Frosts stationed in front of the grand house, Charles put them into park, not wanting to delay things another moment. "Barrel away, Cordy."

Squealing, the teenager leapt from the X-Van. The moment she did so, she found a small bundle of fur on her hands.

"Beauty!" With a twirl, she hugged the beagle to her chest.

Not moving until his mother came around to collect the sleeping Brian, Joey stepped down from the van and received near the same greeting from the larger animal. "Hi, Courage!" He laughed as the dog licked him at the chin and cheek. "I missed you, too."

Approaching with his scepter in one hand, Winston asked, "Do I at least get to look upon my last born?"

"Oh, Daddy," Cordelia let Beauty jump down and used her arms to go around her father's neck, "it's so good to see you."

When she came close enough, Chris shared a gentle embrace with Emma, careful of the infant in her arms. "And what's the good word, second-to-last born?" He used two fingers to rub Brian's stomach.

Emma leaned on his shoulder then thought about his question. "We're alive."

Arm around Cordelia, Winston said, "Don't say it as if it's such a small favor, my dear."

Emma looked to him. "I'm inclined to agree with you on that point, Daddy."

Winston kissed her cheek while Chris went to say hello to Cordelia.

Joey walked up to the elder man. "Hi, Grandpa."

"Well, for God's sake." Winston took Joey by the hand and gazed at Brian. "Is it my imagination or do these boys sprout up every time we meet?"

"It's not your imagination, Daddy," Chris chimed up. "It's your senility."

Cordelia slapped his arm while containing her laughter. Winston aimed his scepter with false menace his son's way.

Joey started to speak to Chris but found himself swept up into the man's arms with a squeeze. "Whoa!" He reacted with delight as Chris brought him high over his head and they faced each other with grins.

Charles remained at the car, watching them with content.

Winston took notice of him and stepped forward with hand extended. "Son," Charles accepted the affectionate shake and Winston laid his other hand over their link, "I cannot tell you how good it is to have you here."

The Professor returned, "As it is to have your open door, Father."

Holding Joey on his hip, Chris bobbed his head towards the trailer. "Brought us a new pony, did you?"

Joey looked over. "We brought Xander." He turned Emma's direction. "Can we let him out now, Mommy?"

"Myles will see to his lodgings." Winston indicated for the waiting stable man to go to work. "I know the rest of you are eager to get settled. Don't worry about your things. The staff will see to them."

Though not happy about being burdens, Emma and Charles had no will to argue the point. As they headed for the house, Emma handed Brian over for Winston's admiring while she linked arms with Charles. Chris transferred Joey to the top of his shoulders and used a freed arm to leave around a chattering Cordelia.

"Emma, Cordy, you'll find your rooms exactly as you left them," Winston told them upon reaching the second floor. "Now, I didn't have very much time, but I'm hoping the boys will be comfortable," he opened one door, "in here."

Chris put Joey down to explore. The moment the child stepped inside, both hands went to his mouth to control his reaction. The ocean blue walls contained posters and framed artwork from The Sword in the Stone. The oak bed and solid matching desk appeared as if plucked right out of medieval Europe. Joey gazed in disbelief at what came with the stand at the foot of the bed.

"Is that for me?" the child asked with incredulity.

"Why, of course," Winston confirmed.

"Father, a television set?" Emma blinked.

Charles turned to the older man. "That's far too extravagant for a child's bedroom."

Winston dismissed that with, "Little Charles is a good boy and I'm certain he'll be responsible with it. Isn't that right, Little Charles?"

Joey managed to turn away to face up. "Oh yes, yes Grandpa. Thank you."

"Speaking of TV," Cordelia pointed outward with her thumb, "I'm off to visit mine." She departed for her own room with that.

Chris went around to the structure pushed against the wall to the left of the doorway. "Ever think this would see the light of day again, little sis?"

Emma walked up to the black wood and touched the blue bedding within. "Your crib."

"It took some cleaning after the amount of dust it accumulated in the attic." Winston lifted Brian up towards his shoulder. "I'd forgotten what it's like to decorate for a little boy."

Charles went to him with a kind expression. "And we appreciate it, Father."

"Yes," Emma seconded. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Well," Winston lowered Brian to rest inside the crib, "you take your time settling in. I'll see how brunch is coming along." Scepter gripped, he took his leave of them.

Myles hastened into the room next, capturing the attention of all present. "Pardon my intrusion, but might I please borrow the young horseman?" His gaze went to Joey. "I'm having some difficulty convincing your steed that we are in fact allies."

"Oh dear. We'd best see to Xander." Charles took Joey's hand to follow the stable man.

II

Even after her suitcases made it up, Cordelia found herself still firmly attached to her canopy bed. The honey-yellow satin of the pillows and sheets caressed and offered much comfort to her skin after losing access to her comfortable linens back in Westchester. When she did finally move, she entered an automatic natural flow while putting her clothes away in the designated spaces.

That done, she took a moment to pause before her full-length mirror and danced from foot to foot in her yellow flats that complimented her sleeveless dress and white tights. Though pants made for better driving attire, the girl knew it brought her father delight to see her in girlish attire.

"Pardon me, m'lady," her brother's voice brought her visual to the doorway, "but brunch is served." He stood from his put-upon bow.

Cordelia gave him a brief narrow eyed look then headed over to walk down with him. Out in the rear garden, Charles, Winston, and Joey had already gathered around the black patio table.

"Erik telephoned earlier," Winston recollected. "They arrived safe and sound. And your sister called about an hour ago with a rather unusual message." He stroked his chin in thought. "I believe it was…. "Mmmm, choco-shake, yummy"."

The young Professor shook his head with a telling smile. "Yes, that's my Raven."

"Ah, sweetheart," Winston acknowledged Cordelia as she took the seat beside him, "how did you find your room?"

"Conditions are perfect," the girl reported. "Even though it feels like I haven't been here in centuries."

"Wish that had been my reaction upon my return," said Chris, taking the chair close to Joey. "Instead of, please-gauge-me-through-the-skull."

"Oh son," Winston regarded him with false sympathy, "you had but to ask."

Charles caught his own son's present actions. "Joey, no. You mustn't feed the dogs from the table."

With Courage left nibbling on a sausage, Joey promptly folded his hands with contrition. "Sorry, Daddy."

Winston caressed the border collie's fur. "You'll make a beggar out of this old brute."

"He isn't that old." Chris snapped his fingers for Courage to come to him. "Still a spitfire, aren't you boy?"

Courage released a jovial bark.

Emma walked out of the back door with a miniature yelper on her heels. "Shoo now, Beauty. I swear she has it in for me." She sat by her husband. "Brian is fed and fast asleep."

"How was he on the ride over?" Winston inquired.

"He slept a lot," Joey piped up.

"Yes, Brian has been very calm," Charles noted. "All things considered, it's quite the blessing."

Joey asked importantly, "Did you give him Dickon, Mommy?"

"Of course," Emma replied, sending her fingers through his hair.

They began distributing the food displayed at the center of the table; fresh fruit, deli meat with cheese and bread, ripe vegetables, and various bakery items.

"Finished already?" Charles observed of Chris pushing his plate away after a banana.

"I had a little breakfast before you came." Chris stood with a stretch of his arms. "I think I'll go for a swim." He turned to the youngest present. "Up to join me, Joey?"

"Okay," the boy happily accepted.

"Chris, he has to finish eating." Emma further reminded, "And you know he can't rush into water so quickly afterwards."

"Please, Mommy?" Joey beseeched. "I'll eat all my carrots and just put my feet in. I want to watch Uncle Chris."

Emma couldn't help smiling. "Alright. I packed a pair of trunks for you. Look in your dresser."

"Thanks, Mommy." Joey collected a bunch of baby carrots into one hand.

Chris lifted the boy and carried him inside to seek out their swimwear.

Winston looked to the others. "He has a mouse's appetite of late. Now that he's finished his degree, the real work has taken its toll."

"How is he doing at the firm?" Charles asked.

Winston answered, "Not a day nor a minute missed. I'm sure he's enjoying it, but there's still a transition in effect." His expression changed slightly. "However, my concern is with all of you. All that's happened to you."

"Daddy," Cordelia touched his wrist, "can we not go into that right now? I really don't want to think about it. Just let it be over."

"She's right, Father," Emma agreed. "We can discuss it later. For now, let's enjoy our time together."

Winston nodded and moved to refresh his coffee.

IIIIIII

Back of the house as dust free as the naked eye could detect, Leon, equipped with a scarf covering his hair, progressed the vacuum cleaner towards the front. He neared the living room, where Frank scrubbed the windows. With her wiping of the furniture completed, Becky, in short overalls with her hair in ponytails, began placing the white doilies on the coffee and end tables.

She gathered some orchid fabric and came up behind Frank. "Are you almost done? I want to hang the curtains."

"Gimme a minute." Frank glided the dry rag over one moist portion of the glass. "I swear, you girls are always ready to redecorate."

"It has to look nice while we're living here," Becky reasoned.

Both children covered their ears to the obnoxious sound of Leon's vacuum roaring in.

Scott made his way through just as the noise ended. "Phew," he took a swipe of his brow with the back of his hand, "kitchen's all swept and mopped."

"Windows are finally done." Frank lowered from the step ladder. "So, best vacation ever, huh?"

Leon flopped down onto the nearest couch. "After the last few days, this is fairly first class."

"Definitely," Frank had to concur.

Scott walked over to where Becky quietly studied the subtle pattern on the curtains. "You okay?"

She raised her head to smile and nod at him. "Mmhmm."

The back door opened and closed, promptly ushering in a thoroughly dirt coated plasma flinger and metal wielder.

Alex exhaled sharply. "Finally got the barn together."

Erik sent his gaze across the room. "Looks as if the same can be said about in here."

Frank wanted to know, "Does that mean we can go play now?"

Erik appeared in skeptical thought. "Did you make your beds and organize your rooms?"

"Yes," Becky answered him.

"And the kitchen?" Erik prompted next.

Scott saluted. "All tidy, sir."

"Dusting, vacuuming?"

Leon twirled a lethargic finger in the air. "Check."

Erik gestured grandly towards the nearest exit. "Then off you go." Before the youths could rampage by him, he tacked on, "Don't venture so much as a foot off the property."

With Alex ahead and Leon bringing up the rear, the five started out. They made use of the back door to get close to where the grounds really expanded.

"Race you guys to the barn!" Frank challenged and took off in a sprint.

While the other males charged after him, Becky followed them at an easier pace.

Oh boys, she marveled inwardly.

Slipping in through the barn doors first, Frank declared with pumped fists, "I win!"

Alex slid to a stop behind him. "Pretty easy with a head start, Frankenstein. We'll see if you can cut your time in half on the next round."

"You sound like Dad," Frank commented lightheartedly. "We're not even training."

Scott moved past the two, squinting a little. "It's kind of dark in here."

"Hold on. Everybody, watch your eyes." Frank powered on his optical streams of light.

Able to see in full now, Scott cast his gaze towards the second level. "What's up there?"

"Good question." Leon's body burst into a shift that floated upward.

Frank remarked, "Now who's got a head start?"

"This way," Alex waved them over to the staircase. He let Scott and Frank go up first and took Becky's hand before they went after.

The upper space came with a gaping window, which offered a great deal better lighting.

"Hey, look at this." Frank walked towards then squatted by a wide opening in the floor. He peered down at the mound of hay below. "Hmmm…"

Though he had no view of his face, Alex detected the gleam in the boy's eyes. "Forget it, Frankenstein."

The thirteen-year-old glanced back. "Come on, Havok. It's barely twelve feet high."

Alex sent him a sharp unmoved glare. "You want to end up in the hospital?"

Frank looked unimpressed. "A jump like that won't hurt me."

Alex stated, "Yeah, it will. You'll need a butt donor when I'm done with you."

To that Frank attempted to set the blonde with a defiant scowl but Alex only crossed his arms in a 'try me' motion.

Frank stood fully again with a mumble of, "Spoil sport."

"Let's do something else, Alex," Scott suggested.

Thinking of something, Alex put forth, "Want to see the pond?"

"Sure!" Scott replied.

This seemed to distract Frank from his previous choice in activities and he darted down behind the Summers.

Becky noticed Leon's continually contemplation about the wooden walls. "What are you looking for?"

Not sure himself, the teen responded, "Whatever there is to see. I'm sure that'll be a lot while we're here." He then went over to pick her up before going downstairs.

Becky laid her forehead against his shoulder.

IIIIIII

Once he succeeded in getting the curtains up for his daughter's enjoyment, Erik made his way through the rest of the house. As he walked, he used his magnetism to test all of the lighting. Some bulbs proved weaker than others, but he also knew that the wiring could not be considered among the highest caliber. He switched them off and continued for the kitchen.

Erik situated the plates and mugs, colored in deep red as selected by Becky, in one upper cabinet. Summoning his powers again, he ordered the silver in individual utensil arrangement into a drawer to the left of the sink. The pots and pans floated around until they reached their assigned destination on the hooks of the overhead rack. Turning, he looked over the new chairs, made of impressively solid wood from an elderly gentleman's small furniture store, they had acquired as additions to the table. Though they had a slightly different style, they accented the other chairs nicely enough.

Against his will, thoughts attempted to invade the mind of the metal wielder. He angrily fought against them, having already done battle with them for the last few nights. To combat the mental notions, Erik made overly strenuous work of getting the house in finer organization. Eventually he noticed the antique clock in the den. Though not terribly late, he knew with the older appliances on his hands that he would have to begin meal prep sooner than usual. He started to use his communicator, but decided to go seek out his children himself.

Several rows of ripples resulted from the stones Scott and Frank skipped across the massive pond. Alex kept attention on them while lying out in the grass. Up against a short but shade producing tree, Leon held Becky. He also lent her the use of his arm to create a bracelet made up of different flower buds.

It did not take long for Erik to happen upon them. He remained in observance of the placid, and deservingly so, five for a full minute before making his presence known.

"Time to come inside."

"Aww," sounded from Scott while Frank groaned, "Already?"

"You need to wash up for dinner," Erik informed them.

"Come on, guys." Alex got up to herd the boys along. "You know you stink."

"You'd know," Frank sneered.

"Hurry along, Frank," Erik instructed as they walked by. "I'll need your help in the kitchen."

"Yes, sir," the selected youth complied.

"Can I pick flowers for the table, Papa?" Becky requested.

"I'll stay with her, Dad," Leon offered.

"Alright," Erik allowed. "Don't be long." He gazed up briefly. "It's getting cloudy." He turned to go back to the house.

Not wanting to take water away from the children, Erik only washed his hands and face and changed into khakis and a black polo.

When a newly cleaned Frank joined him in the kitchen, Erik proposed, "How does cube steak, potatoes, and a garden salad sound?"

"Great if we throw in the ice cream we got today."

"Clean plates could lead to such a treat."

"You got it." Frank reached up to retrieve a pot. "And the little kids aren't here to hog it all." He approached the sink and frowned at what the faucet distributed. "This water pressure's weak."

"Old pipes I'm sure," Erik got the meat out of the refrigerator and kicked the door shut, "I'll have a look at it later."

Within half an hour, desirable aromas built within the eatery. Becky, who now wore a black and white checkered dress with short sleeves, came in ahead of Leon. She positioned the vase filled with lavender geraniums at the center of the table.

Erik dipped to kiss the back of the curly head. "Lovely, ladybug."

Becky smiled at him then sat down to write in her journal.

Scott and Alex entered and the former took the seat by Becky and quietly played with his jacks while the latter made a beeline for the Chips Ahoy on top of the refrigerator.

Catching them out of the corner of his eye, Erik warned, "You had better not fill up."

"We're teenagers," Leon brought up, snagging two of the cookies for himself. "Filling up only occurs in ten minute increments."

Scott got up with a hand out. "Give me one."

Alex held the blue package out of his reach with a teasing smirk. "You're not a teenager, twerp."

"So?" Scott put his fists on his hips. "You won't be for much longer."

"Ugh, don't even bring that day up." Alex gave him a cookie for his silence.

"Leon, Alex," Erik addressed, "the table isn't going to set itself."

"Yes, sir," the older two responded in unison, going to collect the necessary items.

Before further chomping could take place on the part of the sharklings, Erik carried the hot portions of the meal to the table. Frank brought the salad over and retrieved bottles of Coke from the refrigerator for everyone to pour into their glasses.

Becky requested, "Can we pray first?"

A certain look crossed Erik's face and he answered, "I'd say that's both fine as well as necessary." The boys dropped their forks along with their heads in an instantaneous motion. Erik closed his eyes as the words left his lips. "We offer thanks to the Most High for this food, our safety, the comforts of this home, and for our deliverance from our previous troubles- and not the first time. Something we could all stand to remember. Amen."

"Amen," the young ones chorused.

"This place is pretty cool, Erik," Scott said to their mutant elder.

"Except for one thing…"

Erik looked to Frank. "And what troubles the young sire?"

Frank asked in a near plea, "Can we get a TV?"

Unsurprised, Erik questioned in turn, "What good would that bring us?"

"Sanity," Frank answered him.

"Sometime without the incessant box will do you no harm," Erik said matter-of-factly. He raised his glass to drink. "Besides that, we'll be too preoccupied for such a mindless activity."

IIIIIII

The silver illumination from the screen reflected against the interested faces of the three absently shoveling popcorn into their mouths. The captivated dogs lay positioned at the foot of the bed. Feet kicking lightly in the air, Joey lay hugging the popcorn bowl, tucked between his aunt and uncle.

Applying kisses and sweet murmurs to her freshly bathed towel wrapped baby, Emma entered the mostly darkened room. Her clicking on the light did nothing to disturb any one of them.

"What are you watching?" Emma attempted to catch a glimpse while getting Brian's bottom powdered.

Cordelia piped up, "Old Yeller."

Forming an expression of revulsion, Emma glowered at the other adult in the room. "Christian Frost."

"Don't worry," the man raised a calming hand. "It's almost over. And… now."

Joey jumped at him turning it off suddenly. "Aw, but I wanted to see the rest."

"Oh, it's mostly just the credits," Chris waved off, sitting up.

Joey wondered, "But what happens after that man tries to take Yeller?"

"The little brother convinces him to let them keep him," Chris explained. "Then it's nothing but standard boyish business. They live happily ever forever. And ever."

"Okay," Joey accepted with a shrug.

Emma resumed getting Brian ready for the night to hide her smile.

Cordelia rolled off Joey's bed and onto her feet. "If anyone needs me, I'll be catching up with Patty Duke." She slipped back into her fuzzy house shoes before leaving.

Beauty hurried along after the girl.

After getting Brian situated in his light summer pajamas, Emma sat in the nearby plush chair to cradle with him. A grin appeared amongst her features at Chris going after Joey's ribs.

"Uncle Chris!" the giggling little boy protested half-heartedly, attempting to defend his sides. "That tickles!"

"Does it? Well, what about this?" Chris poked at his stomach next. Joey chortled in earnest and attempted to do it back. Chris used one hand to cease both the child's smaller ones. "I'm afraid mine is too stuffed," he patted his own stomach, "for tickles." Courage rushed up with a bark. Chris directed a finger at him. "Don't you start with me."

"Seems all the fun's being had without me," Charles spoke upon stepping inside.

"Hi, Daddy," Joey waved.

Chris asked, "Where have you been?"

"Talking with Father."

Chris stated, "Then we've definitely had more fun than you have."

Charles chuckled at that and walked in closer. "And I hate to dampen it, but," he poked Joey in the nose, "it is bedtime."

Joey deflated but said, "Okay, Daddy. Night, Uncle Chris." He clamped onto him. "Thanks for playing with me."

"That's funny," Chris rubbed his back upward until he reached his hair to toss, "I was about to say the same thing to you. Good night, nephew." He let go of him to go over to Emma's chair. "And good night, nephew." He left a kiss on Brian's forehead. "I have some work ahead of me."

Charles watched him walk out and shared a pleased expression with Emma before turning to Joey again. "Ready for your story, little one?"

Joey nodded. "Brian wants to hear, too."

"Of course." Emma carried the baby over, giving him to Joey to hold while she sat in bed with them.

"Oh, look at this." Charles discovered a wide book on one shelf and took hold of it by its spine. "Your grandfather must have left this collection of children's tales in here for you boys."

Joey became excited. "Read it, Daddy, please."

"This whole thing?" Charles flipped through the near endless pages. "That would take 1001 nights indeed. I'll read one tonight."

"Two?" Joey formed a pout and held up Brian for emphasis.

At Emma's wink, Charles let off an airy laugh. "Two then straight to bed."

Joining them on the mattress, the Professor waited until his family gathered closer around him. When they were all comfortable, he started on the first tale about the adventures of a bear and a rabbit.

As the man's words filled the room, Courage climbed up on the bed and settled at their feet.

IIIIIII

The aged text suddenly weighing so heavily in his lap, Erik transferred it over to the small table at his side. Arms on both rests, he leaned back as far as he could in the chair. He closed his eyes, almost able to hear the drum like beating sensation in his temples.

Pressing one hand against the archway, Alex looked into the den. "Dad?"

Promptly glancing over, Erik acknowledged, "Boychick. Come here to me." He watched the youth dressed in soft pants and gray undershirt proceed across the floor. "Are you alright?"

When he reached the front of the chair, he faced the man directly. "Are you?"

Erik replied with a mere, "There are much harsher circumstances in life. With far worse outcomes."

Alex squatted, hugging his knees. "Still rots, though. First our house gets the bulldozer treatment. Now the X-Men are scattered. It's like meet a girl, she seems all together, and then she drops the bomb of a lifetime on you. Dad?" The young blue eyes shined Erik's way. "Who can we trust?"

Erik reached out to leave a hand on his head. "Ourselves. We cannot take the risk with outsiders, boychick." He moved to touch his cheek now. "Not anymore."

Alex nodded into the hand. "You're right." He got up to sit on the man's legs. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Erik brought him into a locked hold. "Never stop being mine."

Alex lowered to tuck himself under his chin. "Like I even know how."

They remained that way until Alex at last made the trek back to his room. He got into bed, picking up the auto magazine he'd found while in town.

With his hair rinsed from its conditioning treatment and bound in a towel, Leon walked out of the bathroom. He laid in bed on his stomach, staring upward with a wistful expression about him.

Alex noticed and inquired, "What's the matter, Lee?"

After a few more seconds of pondering, Leon faced him. "If our mothers were still alive, do you think Dad would fall for them, too?"

Getting the magazine rolled with one hand, Alex crossed the short space between their beds to whack the younger teenager's rear with it.

IIIIIII

Left arm folded behind his back, Winston entered the front sitting room. At the French writing desk, a combination of blue prints and stacks of forms contained his second oldest's attention.

"Where did you retreat to halfway through supper?"

"Still expect every moment I'm out of your sight accounted for?" Chris frowned at one document and shifted the sheets to review another. "The sherry interests me not, Father. I've been prepping for my team meeting and watched a picture with the kids."

Winston came to stand to the right of his chair, supporting his upper body with the scepter. "You weren't down in the gym?"

"For a few weights perhaps. Something you could stand to make more time for." Chris looked him from bottom to top. "That leg is becoming lazy."

"A truth," Winston granted then applied one hand to his son's shoulder. "Don't allow vanity to be your undoing."

Chris started to speak until Emma joined them in the space.

"Daddy," she addressed, "Joey wants you to say good night."

Winston nodded and touched her upper arm as he inched in to peck her cheek. Emma tugged at his wrist and watched him take his leave.

Chris took note of his sister's normally vibrant features made a little worn. "Here I thought you'd stopped leading a complicated existence."

She scoffed lightly, propping up against the edge of the desk. "Utterly impossible."

"You're sure Charles is taking good enough care of you?"

This took Emma aback more than it offended her. "Is that my big brother peeking out? Ready to rip apart any male who dares cross my path?"

He said, "I know you never really needed my defense."

"You'd be surprised," she countered. "And it doesn't mean it wasn't wanted- sometimes." A crossness developed on her face. "But for your information, my husband is the very thing keeping me alive. You've no idea how literal that is."

"Em," Chris chose his words with caution, "I understand what this mutation business has always meant to you. Still, I can't help but see the harm it's caused for you; nearly irreversible at times. Maybe it's time you tried living fully underneath the radar."

Emma put one hand to her hip. "You expect for me to turn my back on everything of importance to me? My students, my children?"

"What of those two boys you have upstairs?" Chris aimed his pen upward. "Little sis, I know well about having toxins in my life that need cleansing. I never could've exposed innocent kids to the way I used to live."

"Chris," Emma dipped her head only to toss it back with a sweep of her hair, "I just spent days locked inside my own mind, released solely to combat an infiltrating whore. I'm not equipped for reevaluation at the moment. I can't even consider this!"

Standing, Chris kept his hands in an apologetic position. "On your side. At all times. Please don't kick me."

Sighing heavily, Emma came to a standstill with her forehead burrowed into his shirt front. "You should know something."

Growing worried, he moved to hold her. "What?"

She glanced up. "I really appreciate the effort you're putting in with your nephews. Especially after everything they've gone through."

Chris came back with, "I'd say I'm well overdue, don't you think?" He let go of her. "Why don't you get some rest? I'll be up a while. I can look in on the baby for you."

Emma gaped at him. "You're going to see to my baby? Oh, won't I sleep well…"

Chris waved her off with his fingers. "Shoo."

She left him with a pleasant smile as she turned to go.

IIIIIII

After studying the soft white fur on her bear under the minimal light offered in the strange room, Becky attempted again to close her eyes. She had no time to drift away as a flash from the window followed by a resounding boom caused her to bolt upright. The thunder clapped again and equally loud raindrops poured next. Clutching Sweetie Imp in an unbreakable lock, Becky did not bother with her slippers as she hastily left the room.

Upon colliding with someone in the hall, she released a shriek.

"Rebecca," Scott soothed, "it's just us."

"It's coming down like mad out there," Frank observed from another window.

"Papa," Becky moaned, making a path for the door next to hers.

Undisturbed by the elements, Erik awakened promptly to her voice. "Wh- Becky?" Sitting up, he widened his arms to him. "It's alright. I'm here."

Becky climbed up to enter his embrace while Frank and Scott grabbed onto either side of the man. Having to stretch himself to the fullest, Erik brought all three in close to him.

"Scott?" Alex's voice proceeded his presence in the room.

"Becky?" Leon came in after him. "Ah, there they are."

Alex said, "We were coming to check on you guys when we saw you'd made a break for it."

Erik rubbed the boys' backs and kissed Becky's head. "Seems the storm startled them."

"No, it didn't," Frank claimed. "We were just, you know, protecting Becky."

"Actually," Leon lowered himself onto the mattress, "there is safety in numbers."

"It's creepy here at night," Scott said. "What if there's an axe murderer or something running around?"

Becky whimpered.

"Scott," Erik reproved.

"Oops, sorry Rebecca," the shades wearer immediately apologized. "I'm starting to sound like Sean."

"You're crazy, Scottie," Alex spoke reasonably, sitting on the mattress as well. "Any guy who comes in here with an axe, knife, or anything with a speck of metal will get his head sliced off by Erik in two seconds."

This did instantaneous work of soothing the youngsters who all responded to the logic favorably.

"Now, no more of this." Erik stretched out again with Becky on top of him. "Lay down, all of you."

Scott crawled down to lay at the foot of the bed with Alex. Frank cuddled against Erik's right while Leon took the left. Erik waited until distinct sleep noises resulted from every single one of them before allowing his own eyes to shut once again.