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.

207. Chapter 207 Midnight Ambush

X-Men-First Class: Rise or Fall

Chapter Two Hundred Seven

Author's Word: Hi, fam! I want to take the time to say a heartfelt congratulations to all the fam members who are graduating soon. Be it eighth grade, high school, or college, I am proud of all of you and wish you the highest success and personal achievement. Just remember it takes more than the status of your bank account to define success. Now, please enjoy and review!

"When did the spirit of Manifest Destiny pervade the United States?" The middle-aged man in oval shaped glasses and tan suit selected the first hand in the air. "Mr. Cassidy?"

Lowering his arm, Sean answered, "During the Age of Reform. Before the Civil War."

"Very good." Mr. Nelson then asked, "Now what was the initial ideal behind it?" A boy up front shot his hand up. "Mr. Donaldson?"

The blonde teenager replied, "To overspread and develop prosperously throughout the continent."

Mr. Nelson bobbed his head to that and faced his class again. "What were the potential flaws in this reasoning?" Zeroing in on the one bowed headed clearly more fascinated with doodling in her notebook, he pointedly addressed, "Miss Salvadore?"

Startled brown eyes lifting promptly, she reacted with, "Hm?" before correcting herself with, "Yes, Mr. Nelson?"

Hands going to hips, he repeated, "What were the potential flaws in fulfilling Manifest Destiny?"

"Entitlement." To elaborate, Angel continued with, "Americans believed they had some kind of God-ordained right to expand, regardless of anything and definitely anyone in their way. To be honest, it seems to me we still have that problem."

Giving off an intrigued nod, Mr. Nelson put forth, "But were we so wrong? After all, we do have more than our fair share of prosperity. Did we truly fulfill destiny?"

Ben brought up his hand and spoke when given the cue from their teacher. "I've always believed God has given the US certain privileges and definitely splendor as well as opportunity. But Angel's right about that feeling of entitlement. As Americans we often believe ourselves so above everything that we forget about humility. Let's not be the new Rome."

"Very well said." At the bell sounding, Mr. Nelson had to raise his voice over the commotion of his students gathering their things. "Review, review, review. You never know when a quiz may be lurking around the corner." He glanced over to call out, "Miss Salvadore?" Shoulder bag gripped, Angel ceased movement. "Hold on a moment, please."

Noticing Sean and Ben in place as well, she told them, "I'll catch up with you guys."

The boys left at that.

When Angel came near, Mr. Nelson informed, "We need to discuss your last test."

The girl instantly felt inches decrease from her already small stature.

IIIIIII

Tipping inside with a show of burglar-esque stealth, Maya said with a sing-song in her tone, "Guess what I have." From her bag she presented the twin mini tubs of ice cream.

Tricie took it giddily. "Ooh, strawberry. Thanks."

"And…" Maya plopped the clear bag of gummi worms onto the medical bed.

The eight-year-old's features grew brighter. "Thank you, thank you, Maya."

"You're welcome." With the help of plastic spoons, they went to work on mixing the candy in with the ice cream. "How are you feeling today?"

"Kind of okay." Tricie hummed delightedly at one particular mouthful. "I have to take a new medicine so I've been all loopy. I hate being in here. I even want to go back to school."

Maya flashed sympathetic eyes her way. "I know what you mean."

Tricie asked, "How's your mom?"

Maya began poking at her gummi worms with the spoon. "Pretty good I guess."

Tricie looked at her with soft eyes. "You're worried about her, aren't you?"

"A little," Maya admitted quietly. "But she'll get better. She has to."

Noticing something rather sparkly inside Maya's purse, Tricie wondered, "What's that?"

Having a good idea as to what she saw, Maya made sure no nurses were headed their way before pulling it out. "It's my taser. It stuns people who try to attack me. My teacher gave it to me for my last birthday."

Appearing somewhere between astounded and ready to double over in laughter, Tricie said, "Your teacher gave that to you? For your birthday?"

With a fond smile, Maya stated, "He's no ordinary teacher, believe me. Want to see?" She flicked the small weapon on.

Tricie's eyes leapt at the electrical surge created. "Wow! Can I try?"

Checking for adults again, Maya said strongly, "Do not tell your mom."

"I won't," the younger girl promised.

Helping her hold it, Maya indicated which button for her to press. "Careful."

Tricie grinned at the crackling. "This is so cool. I wish I had one. It's so pretty and everything."

"Well, you don't have to worry." Maya looked closely at her. "So long as I have mine, we're safe and sound. So, want to read some more Madeline?"

Mouth entirely loaded with sweets, Tricie gave off a vigorous nod.

IIIIIII

Though he worked to get the pieces properly setup, the metal wielder did not miss the fatigue heavy blue eyes on the man across from him.

"Are you sure you don't want to call it an early night, Lab Rat?"

"Absolutely not," the Professor turned down. "It feels as if we haven't had a good game in ages."

"Alright," Erik relented. "Though it looks as if the game will be in my favor. Even more than usual."

"We shall see," Charles challenged.

"Beauty before age," Erik said, signaling for the younger man to start things off. "You didn't even have a chance to train with Becky today, did you?"

"I'm afraid not." Charles at last picked his pawn. "Emma was going to work with her but Brian demanded so much of her attention it seems. I knew the current state of affairs would take some adjusting to, but I hate this gnawing feeling of the Triad becoming strained."

"I'm sure Becky is feeling the brunt," Erik put forth. "Unable to use her powers for recreation nor growth purposes. That along with the exile to her room. Perhaps we should have Emma pack simple bread and water for her lunch tomorrow."

Raising his head, Charles looked at him squarely. "I take it that's your subtle way of telling me you believe I'm being too firm with Becky."

"I spanked her and agreed to the grounding." Erik then said, "I don't see the need to restrict her powers for three weeks. It's not as if she's completely out of control when they're unleashed the way Scott is."

"Erik, she's been misusing her telepathy since the very first day of school," Charles emphasized. "She did not wait so much as a day to defy us. We cannot let that go lightly."

"Certainly not," Erik agreed. "However, it isn't as if she tried to get full day recess implemented. She was trying to look out for Joey and Mrs. Dobbs had no right to try to force a psychologist on her entirely for an overactive imagination."

"She could have done very real damage the last time and all to get Anne Cortez out of a homework assignment," Charles brought up. "What if neither I nor Emma had been home? I've always said how brilliant Becky is, but she is still a novice at telepathy."

Erik reasoned, "And how will restricting her powers improve that? They may be a gift, but they're not some mere privilege that we can take away like a driver's license. They are a responsibility she has to live with every day."

Sighing through the nose, Charles kept his calm. "I say nothing when you discipline Joey during training."

"When Joey misbehaves, I correct him immediately and help him to improve. That is why we opened this school. We spend our days ensuring that mutant rights are not encroached upon. Yet you turn around and suspend your own protégé's powers?"

"Do you honestly believe I am enjoying this?" Charles finally retorted. "That I like coming down on her this way? Erik, I love Rebecca with my full heart. That is why I have to protect her this way. Do you want to see her hurt or trapped inside her own mind again? Do you?"

Absorbing his words, Erik responded, "I'm sorry, Charles. I know you're doing what you believe is best and I should better trust your judgement."

"And I know you only mean to show your real concerns," Charles said in turn. "That's why I'm glad we're back here. In our home together, brother. I cannot do these things without you."

Reaching forward, Erik patted him on the knee. "Let's finish playing. You'll tell me if you grow too tired?"

"Promise," Charles replied with a little smile.

II

Tape carefully in place on the back, Angel pressed the photograph against the purple construction paper covering the poster board to join the other prints. She stepped back to better view the picture of herself with Cordelia posed with the horses on the Frost property. Returning to her bed, she settled down with the other photos and remaining art supplies.

"It's open," she informed the knocker who arrived next.

The head of copper poked its way in before tall frames entered fully. "Hey, brainy baby." She offered him a smile that quickly turned into a straight line again. Sean frowned, strolling over to her. "Whoa, where's the train wreck?" He sat on the edge of her mattress, facing her. "I thought you'd be ecstatic. Why didn't you say anything at dinner?"

"I don't know." Angel tucked a section of dark hair behind her ear. "Don't get me wrong. I'm glad, but I guess it wasn't really on my mind."

Sean gave her kind eyes. "Samantha, right?" Angel nodded. "Did Vic or Adrienne say anything's wrong?"

"No, she's fine. I talked to her yesterday, but she sounded so tiny on the phone." Angel's voice came through in a near whisper. "She's had to deal with so much and I can't think how scary that surgery must have been. And I can't quit feeling bad. I should have been there with her."

"Hey," Sean laid a hand on her shoulder and squeezed, "that whole thing sprang up last minute. It's a good thing Adrienne reached Vic in time."

"I know, but I'm still trying to get used to feeling this."

"Bad?"

"No," Angel immediately shook her head, "I know that one better than my name, country of origin, and date of birth." She drew in one knee to hug against her front. "I'm talking about actually caring. Not being a selfish little tart."

"Huh, that's funny," Sean said quizzically, "because I'm still working through not being a weak nerd-dork-geek super hybrid capable of repelling girls with a single syllable. Let's form a support group."

Releasing a light breathy laugh, Angel said sincerely, "Thanks, Sean."

He tilted his head with mild confusion. "For what?"

She clarified, "For not hating me. For never hating me."

Sean circled the pattern on her bedspread with his finger. "Well… I sort of owed you one."

Now Angel wanted to know, "For what?"

"For rebuking evil."

IIIIIII

At the young man situating himself in the chair before him, Hank prompted, "What do you have for me?"

Removing the stapled paper from his folder, Mondo laid it flat on the desk. "Boom to the highest power."

"I'll say," Hank lifted it to get a closer look at the circled A at the top of the first page. "I knew you could do this."

"Science really tried to throw me for a loop for a minute," Mondo said with relief everywhere in his tone. "I can't thank you enough, Doc. You saw me shaking in B territory."

"I never had any real concerns," Hank handed him back the assignment, "but had you shown true decline, you would have found yourself here every day after school strapped to that chair with your eyes permanently fixated on your textbook."

Only nodding respectfully at first, Mondo responded, "Frank wasn't messing around when he said I could count on you."

"Any time," Hank assured. "Listen, I've observed you in the gym and your arm is unbelievable. Especially for a freshman. Have you considered going out for football? I could speak to the coach and it would look highly favorable for college."

"I wish I could, Doc." Mondo then continued with, "But all my energy is going straight to these classes so I can maximize my advanced placement courses by junior year."

"I certainly understand that, but if you're ever interested, come see me," Hank encouraged. "We'll work something out together."

"Thanks, Doc." Mondo put his folder away and lifted his bag as he stood. "I better go eat. I'll see you later."

"Not if I see you first," Hank spoke after him. As Mondo walked off, another student almost immediately arrived in his place. "Ah, Collin. There you are."

Collin slouched down into a chair, his expression partly disgruntled and the rest bored. "Why'd you want to see me?"

Hank told him plainly, "I want to know how you're doing. You and Max."

Collin only looked at him. "Meaning?..."

"Meaning," Hank emphasized, "how are you two? At home? School? Raven has checked in on Max a few times when she's picked up Trav."

"Yeah. Trav is his running buddy there," Collin said with some fondness present at the thought.

"And what about you? How are you adjusting to school here? Any friends?"

Collin shrugged, playing with the right hand wooden arm of the chair. "I talk to Frank sometimes. Or he talks to me. Still can't figure out his angle."

"Perhaps the fact that being the only two in your class with very specific unique abilities, he believes you should stick together," Hank suggested. "Look out for each other a little."

"I don't know why," Collin said honestly. "He has his brain pack to keep him company."

"Frank does not get along with everyone," Hank stated importantly. "If he's reaching out, believe me, he means it. The same goes for me." Scribbling something a loose piece of paper, he handed it over to the boy. "That's my private line. If you or Max need anything, don't hesitate to use it. And you can always seek me out here at school."

"Oookay, so you X's got a clingy thing going on," Collin determined. "So, can I go now?"

"I suppose, but Collin," Hank got to his feet as well, "X-Men, Acolytes, The Pips- it doesn't matter. I'm going to care, like it or not."

"The Pips?" Collin's eyebrow raised to near ceiling level. "As in Gladys Knight?"

With a coy smile, Hank directed, "Go get your lunch."

Taking his leave of the office, Collin looked at the phone number in his hand and shoved it into his pants pocket.

IIIIIII

At the incoming youthful minds belonging to her charges ringing her mental bells, Emma summoned, Ladies? Come in here a moment.

Their feminine chatter coming to a close as they entered the living room, Angel instantly dropped her school bag while Cordelia stood back in astonishment.

Sandwiched between the blonde and red haired women on the sofa, the slim body in white skirt, boots, and candy cane striped sweater slowly stood. Long golden hair framed the fair skinned face carrying uncertain expression.

"Sam?" Angel uttered only to release a scream with her next breath. "Oh my God!" She ran forward and the two met in a solid hold. "Oh my God, oh my…" Managing to pull away, Angel urged, "Let me see you…" The younger girl performed a slow spin and smiled a little. "You're amazing. You look incredible. Oh my- are you okay? You're happy now, right?"

Samantha gave off a nod. "Really happy, Angie."

"Nice major ambush, Big Sis," Cordelia said, walking over.

"Expect the unexpected." Adrienne stood, sharing a quick hug with her before taking notice of the yellow and green dress she wore. "Oh, thank God. I was so worried you tried to walk the halls in blue jeans."

"At school?" Cordelia scoffed. "Daddy would go into a state of hysteria."

Emma piped up, "I can see that vein in his neck growing into a second head right now."

A tall frame half-filled the entryway. "How're my girls?"

Turning away from Samantha for a moment, Angel went to him next. "Victor!"

Lifting her up, Victor veered in place before lowering her again. "Glad to see us, baby?"

Angel replied with a faux-cross, "Took you long enough."

Victor gestured with his head towards Adrienne. "You know what it's like dealin' with this lady's packin'. Them shoes alone…"

One hand going to hip, Adrienne sent him a curt but proud nod. "Not all of us can don a brown coat season after season."

"Ha!" Shooting forward, Sean declared, "I win!"

"Oh you cheat," Frank accused, catching up with him. "You parked my side of the car too close to the wall. I had to wait for your butt to move before I could even get out."

"Strategic planning, Frank-O," Sean said glibly. "Some of us listen when Erik prattles on." He then looked up. "Ooh, Vic's home."

"Don't change the subject." Frank then glanced over shortly. "Hi, Vic." He turned back to Sean. "You stink like dong."

"Hey, let's watch it, you two. Ladies are present," Victor told them. "Brush on some manners and come say hello."

"Oh, sorry." Sean headed into the living room with Frank not far behind. Forming a wide smile, he pointed out the unknown but somehow familiar girl in the room. "No… way. Is this?"

Angel put an arm around her. "Say hello to Sam."

Sean started to extend his hand, "How's it going, Sam? I'm—"

"Attached." Almost instantaneously maneuvering around Sean, Frank stuck out his own hand. "Hello, Samantha. My name is Frank Tolbert," he dipped in a partial bow, "and I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."

Though initially taken aback, the corners of Samantha's mouth upturned and she slipped her hand into his.

Sean and Cordelia had to work to keep building snickers at bay.

Victor rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

"Well, well," Adrienne folded her arms, "nice to see some gentlemen behave accordingly."

IIIIIII

Small feet trampling through did not stop until they reached the suite and the oldest Howlett child leapt for their returned family member.

"Uncle Vic!"

From his seat near his brother, Logan said, "Knew he'd make a line straight for you," and took another swig from his beer bottle.

Reclining in an armchair, Victor moved to a more upright position to collect the energetic ball. "Heya, Mighty Mite. Miss havin' me around?"

Cody nodded then accused, "Dad doesn't sneak us as good snacks and Erik only gives out those little chocolates."

Kayla gazed over from straightening up by the changing table. "Which you were grateful to have."

"Yes, Mama," Cody replied dutifully. "They were nice." He looked up at Victor again. "Only bad thing is now that you're back I got to start actin' good in school again."

Victor lifted the boy a little in order to growl into his neck then remembered something. "Want to see what Adrienne's got for you?" Out of the shopping bag next to the chair, the man fished out a jacket.

Cody proved completely dazzled by the orange and white striped garment then grew into completely captivated at the face of a roaring tiger made onto the back. "This is fantastic!"

Logan took one of the sleeves for a closer look. "They need to start makin' some of these hearts and stripes in my size."

Seeing Todd stirring, Kayla walked over to pick him up out of his crib. "With Adrienne and Angel so devoted to this whole thing, it seems families like ours will not only stop either being ignored or loathed by this country," baby in hold, she went to stand by her husband's chair, "to being the new face of beauty altogether. Never thought even we could live long enough to see such a thing."

Logan directed, "Cat, go show your new duds to your buddies." Cody nodded and left the room with his jacket. Logan then put forth, "I'm not altogether sure I like the idea of being some gimmick for Adrienne Frost. I mean, come on. This ain't Cordy and Emma we're talkin' about. Why would some rich glamour girl out of Boston care two licks about any of this?"

Victor stated, "What she cares about is Angel. Not only that but Adrienne's what you might call a modeling pioneer. The girls she works with can't all squeeze into a size six and Angel's not the only short one."

"And personally," moving around to face the men, Kayla continued, "Who cares? Everyone has an agenda setting. Good is seldom done for its own sake."

Logan and Victor looked to each other, exchanging quiet nods of agreement.

IIIIIII

Ensuring not the slightest water mark was to be had, Frank finished with the final polishing and began positioning the cutlery on either side of the individual white dishes. Noticing one drinking goblet and picked it up and used a cloth to enhance its sparkle.

"I talked to Charles." Emma entered the dining room as she spoke. "They're running late, but they—" She stopped short of the exquisite table. "The good china? Silver? The crystal?"

Frank gazed up. "I hope you don't mind. I just thought it would be nice for tonight."

"I'll say." Emma walked over to straighten the blue tie he currently wore with his white collared shirt. "I always liked this one on you."

Frank formed a small smile.

Coming in with Leon and Sean not far behind him, the three paused at the younger boy.

Leon commented, "So we have a wait staff tonight?"

"What?" Alex smirked. "No coat and tails?"

"Ah, leave me alone," Frank scowled.

Sean noted, "You're really going all out for Sam."

"And what's wrong with that?" Emma folded her arms, regarding them. "In fact, it's you older young men who should try to put a little more pride in your appearance."

Alex immediately turned serious. "Easy, guys. Let's back it down. School clothes are bad enough. I'm not trying to be tie choked just to sit around the house."

Sean walked over to air punch Frank. "We were only fooling, buddy."

"You can't really talk, anyway, Seanie." Alex took his usual chair. "When Maya came over here for the first time, you must have gone over how perfect we were supposed to act a dozen times."

"Oh yeah?" Sean glanced over at him. "What about when Holly Hughes came to visit? You still can't go near her without your eyes bugging out."

"Or their lips locking," Raven tacked on, leaving out of the kitchen with the platter of bread while Hank took the meat.

"Real funny, twin," Alex glowered lightly. "Let's not get into two people who can't keep their mitts off each other. You two wrote the book on that."

Hank placed his dish down. "And we hope to have it published sometime early next year."

Leon offered, "I'll let them know we're eating," and stepped out.

Alex inwardly cursed himself, hoping the topic of conversation had not made him too uncomfortable.

Soon enough, the dining room became filled by everyone home outside of the slumbering infants. The only one to linger for a moment was Logan, who busied himself in the kitchen. After he had a mixture of cooked chicken strips, diced leaf vegetables, and a few pieces of meat he presented it along with fresh water into Midnight's food bowls. The cat hesitated not at all to begin lapping up the contents. With a smile, Logan rubbed the creature's soft head before leaving to join the others at the table.

At the girl next to her seemingly having attention everywhere except on the food, Angel wanted to know, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Samantha looked at her contentedly, "everything is just so beautiful."

"Yeah, it's a lot prettier here than in the city," Frank said. "You should see the lake nearby. We could walk over there. Tomorrow even. I mean, if you want."

Samantha started to smile then glanced down where Adrienne sat near Victor. "Is it okay?"

The red haired woman responded simply, "Have a wonderful time."

"Oh." Putting his fork down, Cody stood and went around to wrap arms around her tightly.

Taken aback at first, Adrienne patted at his arm. "What's all this?"

He grinned up at her. "Thanks so much for my jacket. It's the best. I'm going to wear it every day."

Kayla said, "That's one promise you'll be able to take to the bank."

"Oh of course," Adrienne understood now. "Well, I'm glad you like it, dear."

Cody went to sit again, feeling Victor's fingers in his hair as he went.

Erik's voice sounded with, "Something smells decadent."

Becky's face lit up. "Papa's home."

"Hello, everyone," Charles greeted, walking in first. "I'm sorry we're so late. We—" He practically jumped back against Erik at the sleek black creature that darted out from the kitchen. "What—" Charles pointed direly. "What is that? That, with the claws?"

"Midnight." Samantha hurried up to collect him.

Adrienne cleared her throat. "I'm afraid she's quite… hysterical without that cat. He's very clean; shots, deworming."

"Charles," Emma stood to approach her husband, "I wanted to discuss this with you."

"It's okay, Chuck," Logan piped up. "Anything the little fluffer rips I can patch up."

Trav moaned, "Awww, don't be mean, Uncle Charles. Let him stay."

Erik hid a smirk. "I don't think the little kitty presents any real threat."

"Yes… yes, of course." Charles sent a smile Samantha's way. "I'm very sorry. It's been a long day and he only caught me by surprise."

Very slowly and with her eyes remaining cautious of the man, Samantha lowered Midnight to the floor while she went back to her chair.

Charles received a somehow sharp sinking feeling in his chest. Clearly sensing it, Emma massaged his arms consolingly.

"Hi, Papa." Becky kissed his cheek when he came to sit then hurried up at Charles' taking the chair at the head of the table. "Hi, Uncle Charles." She pecked his face as well.

Smiling sincerely now, Charles gave her a brief squeeze.

"So, Angel," Sean addressed, quickly getting her attention, "now that everybody's here, why don't you tell them already?"

"Tell what?" inquired Erik gravely.

Victor asked, "Everything okay?"

"It's nothing," Angel dismissed. "Everything's okay."

"I'll say it is," Sean seconded. "You only made the highest grade in class." At the growing interest from the adults that resulted, he went on, "We had a big take-home essay exam for AP History. I only managed a B, but Angel got an A plus."

At the round of favorable responses, Angel could not help taking a higher interest in her beef.

"That's phenomenal, darling," Charles commended.

"Yes, it is." Erik looked to Sean next. "Though a B on an advanced placement test is also exceptionally fine work."

"Thanks," Sean smiled. "But Angel really did hit it out of the park."

"That's real good work, baby," said Victor.

"Thanks, everybody. I just wish he would have found a better way to tell me," Angel recollected. "The way Mr. Nelson was acting I thought I'd flunked life altogether."

"You're hardly capable of that," came from Adrienne. "Though speaking of hitting it out of the park," she turned to Victor, "your Jaguars are on tomorrow, yes?"

Victor nodded. "Glad I made it home in time. You'll get to see my guys play."

Scott informed, "Not this guy." Everyone promptly faced him. "I'm staying home tomorrow."

Becky put down her fork.

Alex stared at his brother in distress. "You're missing a game? You've got to be kidding around."

"I'm not kidding around," Scott said matter-of-factly. "I have a lot of homework and things to do for ROTC. Everything I do isn't all baseball you know. Besides, it's not like we're going to win. Practice has been off all week. And the cheerleaders- boy, do they sound off."

Several looks exchanged between the adults present while Adrienne wondered, "Am I missing something here?"

"Scott," Charles addressed, "perhaps we—"

"Raven, can Trav and I eat our desserts in the kitchen?" Scott requested. "I promised I'd help him with his numbers."

"Fine by me," the shape-shifter granted.

"Great." Standing, Scott held his hand out. "Let's go, buddy."

Trav hopped up eagerly and went to take hands with him on their way out of the dining room.

Looking back to her food, Raven did not miss a certain pair of eyes on her. When she moved to raise her head, Samantha's attention again became consumed by her dinner.

Jumping a bit in his seat, Charles glanced down to see Midnight caressing against his legs.

"He seems to like you," Erik observed.

Charles wore a tight smile. "Wonderful." All over my brand new slacks….

IIIIIII

"Whoo-hoo!" Cody exclaimed, coming down in a tumble on the couch.

With a ginger laugh, Samantha landed beside him in a sitting position. "This is fun."

"Yeah, and Uncle Vic won't holler at you for goin' wild on the furniture." Cody looked at her closely. "Gee, I've never seen a girl be like us."

"Us?" she wondered.

"Ya know." Cody let off a little growl. "That. You got claws, too?"

"Mmhmm." Showing him her fingers, the nails grew longer and curved.

"Lucky!" Cody reacted. "Yours are like Uncle Vic's. Mine are like this." He made two fists and allowed the bones to protrude.

Though initially captivated by the sight, Samantha frowned at his wincing. "It hurts you."

"Yeah, but it's okay." Cody withdrew them. "They ain't near as bad as before. My dad's had 'em since he was around my age. He works with me a lot."

"I like your dad," Samantha smiled. "Your mama is so pretty."

"I know," Cody agreed. "She's the prettiest lady in the whole world. But Adrienne's a real knock-out, too. I think she's cool."

"Cool," Samantha echoed as if getting a taste for the word. Her eyes immediately shot over at the footsteps.

Victor reached the top of his loft and observed the pair. "Figured you two weren't far off."

At the donuts presented to them, Cody accepted his wholeheartedly. "Thanks, Uncle Vic."

"Thanks," Samantha repeated the boy.

"No problem." Victor reached forward, stroking at her thick golden hair. "You feel alright? You need any medicine?"

Samantha shook her head at that.

Cody asked, "Why do you need medicine?"

Victor explained, "Her surgery, Mite. She needs it from time to time."

"Oohhh," Cody nodded his understanding.

II

With a feathery knock, Adrienne stepped in through the already ajar door.

Discovering the room bare, she called out, "Angel?"

"In here." The girl in question left the closet. "I wanted to make sure Sam had enough space."

"Wow," Adrienne reacted flatly. "We had one beach house where my sisters and I couldn't even share a bathroom."

"What is it like to be anywhere near that spoiled?"

The unoffended redhead replied, "Tiring. And I apologize if I didn't make this clear at dinner, but I am proud about your work in school. What do you say," Adrienne linked hands with her, "we celebrate with a day in the city? Saks Fifth Avenue, facials, the spa?"

"Adrienne, I appreciate it." Angel then continued with, "But if we're celebrating, all I want to do in the world is go out for dinner. Just you, me, Victor, and Sam."

"The simple pleasures of a complex beauty." Adrienne reached up to cup her chin. "It's yours, darling."

Angel let off a thrilled exhale and moved in to hug her.

II

"I've had enough of you, Joker!" The black and gray action figure clashed against the green and purple one. "Well, Batsy, now you're really outnumbered. Thanks to my good friend, purple-pink monster."

Charles entered the doorway to see Batman being attacked by the rabid stuffed animal. He cleared his throat and Scott quickly gazed up.

"Uh," he put the purple toy down, "Kiki was playing in here earlier."

"Ah." Charles walked in fully. "I thought you had a great deal of homework to tackle."

"I finished helping Trav so I thought I'd save the rest of mine for tomorrow since I'm not going anywhere."

The Professor took a seat on the mattress. "You're not very happy with me, are you Scott?"

The boy began gathering his action figures. "What makes you say that?"

"I couldn't help getting the impression at dinner that you believe I'm being unfair with Becky. Of course, I'd always thought you were mature enough," Charles plucked the Batman toy out his hand, "to talk with me when you're upset."

Scott's shoulders dipped a bit at that. "I wasn't trying to be disrespectful, Charles, really. I just can't believe she was right."

"Who was right?"

"Rebecca," Scott clarified. "She thinks you're harder on her than the rest of us when we misuse our powers."

Charles frowned a little. "Did she tell you that?" Scott nodded. "I see. Well, the truth is, Scott, no matter how stern I seem, you must know I have your best interests, the best interests of all of you, at heart."

"I know you do," Scott admitted. "It's just hard seeing you be so strict without somebody making a D on a quiz or something."

Charles smiled at him. "School takes second chair to your well-being." He handed him the Batman again. "I'll leave you to your day saving. I'll be back in a bit to say good night."

"Okay." Scott resumed his very eventful game.

When Charles returned to their room, Emma stopped brushing her hair for a moment. "Sugar, I really appreciate you being so understanding about the cat."

"Of course, darling." Charles came to stand behind her vanity bench. "What would you have done?"

"About Midnight?"

"Becky. What would you have done if you'd gotten the call to come down to school instead of me?"

"Ah. Well," Emma moved around on her bench to properly face him, "after the damage was repaired, she and I would have had a very long discussion. About the number of things that could have gone worse there, including the effects of Becky herself. Then I most likely would have done as you did and sent her to her room until Erik arrived."

Charles listened then spoke. "So the grounding, limiting her powers? You think I went overboard."

"Not necessarily," Emma replied. "We simply would have reacted differently. I remember what it's like to be a young telepathic girl in school. Believe me, our Rebecca practices far greater control. She's like you that way."

"I remember how afraid I was at that age," Charles recalled. "Those minds in my head, feeling alone without my father to talk to, believing myself to be going mad." Emma took hold of his hand comfortingly. "Meeting Raven helped a great deal, but I always wish I had someone older to help me along. I suppose I'm willing to come down in whatever way it takes to keep Becky from getting hurt."

"She knows how much you love her and so do I," Emma assured. "And you do have what you wanted before. Not only with me, but with Erik."

Charles lowered to sit with her on the bench. "Keep that cat from clawing the upholsteries and I'll be the luckiest man alive."

IIIIIII

Retired to his pajama bottoms and robe for the night, the commander of metal made his stride through the hall for the second time since wishing the young ones a good night. Between the quiet countryside and the more crowded apartment house, it felt strange yet quite nice to be back inside the Xavier mansion. Regardless of all that had taken place, including how much he still felt responsible for it all, he knew that the grand house had been his first real home after near endless travel.

Noticing light secreting through the bottom of the door of the newly remodeled bathroom, Erik heard the light humming. After a few minutes more with no sounds of plumbing, he peered in just slightly.

"Samantha?" He kept his voice careful and knocked in the same way. "Are you alright in there?" He opened the door completely and she only gazed back with wide eyes.

In front of the horizontal wall-length mirror behind the double vanities, she stood with a wealth of various cosmetics spread out on the counter. Erik squinted at the sight of the smeared olive like foundation smeared across the skin so ivory.

"… Hi."

"What are you doing?" Erik pawed through some of the materials. "Isn't this Angel's makeup?"

Samantha whispered, "I was just- I was playing and…"

"It's alright. Here." Erik got the pink face towel wet and began to gently clear her face. "Let's get you all clean. There we are." Finished, he tucked her hair away and moved her to view the mirror. "Much prettier." The girl smiled at that. "Go on back to bed, sweetheart." He gingerly prodded her out of the room. "You need your rest."

Samantha gazed back at him once more as she headed back to the room she shared with Angel.

II

Nostrils picking up the scent while ears recognized the particular footsteps, Victor had no need to turn around to acknowledge, "How's it hangin', boss?"

"Relatively." Erik lowered himself into the empty swivel chair in Eye Spy. "I just saw Samantha a moment ago."

Now Victor looked at him. "What was she doin' up?"

"Attempting to put on Angel's makeup."

The corners of Victor's mouth curved upward humorously. "That's little girls for you."

"Samantha is no ordinary little girl, Victor," Erik emphasized. "This entire procedure she went through. How could you agree to something like this?"

"It's something Adrienne brought up before that didn't come up again until this week," the older man explained. "That's Adrienne, Ms. Go-Ahead."

Erik surmised, "She goes off half-cocked without a word."

Victor brought up, "You and me ain't got much room to talk there."

"True enough," Erik conceded slightly. "However, I don't like this. Her appearance has been normalized, but something still feels wrong. Even though she still has her powers, this is not something that should have been done."

"If she was supposed to look that way, it would've eventually happened in its own time," Victor reasoned. "That plant screwed her up; messed around with her somethin' serious. And this wasn't all Adrienne. Sammie wanted this. She deserves to be like any kid without being wrapped up like that."

Erik said, "My wish is for her to never resent her mutation in that pursuit."

"To be honest," Victor responded, "I think she'll get the chance to actually appreciate it now."

IIIIIII

Sunlight seeping in causing her to forget which coast she was presently on for a moment, Samantha sat up initially startled. She relaxed upon taking in Angel's room. However, panic slowly built up again at not only the other side of the bed being empty but the lack of greeting she received every morning.

"Midnight?" Throwing off the covers, she got down to look under the bed then ran for the closet. "Midnight? Midnight!"

Dashing out into the hall, Samantha dropped to all fours and galloped through in search of the cat. She stopped to glance into any open room she saw then rushed down the stairs.

The McCoys ceased conversation when she tore into the kitchen.

"Sam, hey," Raven spoke. "Are you okay?"

"Where's Midnight?" she wanted to know.

"Trav and Kiki took him into the living room," Hank told her. "Logan already fed him."

Samantha glanced down at the near empty food bowl. "Oh…"

"Why don't you take some cereal in and go watch cartoons with the others?" Raven suggested, walking up to her. "Or I could make you some pancakes, toast. It's Saturday so anything goes."

Staring closely, Samantha recognized, "You're the one who can change."

Raven put on a smile. "Yeah, that's me."

"Why aren't you pretty now?" the younger female wondered. "Why do you stay…?" she indicated the blue skin and scales. "Why?"

Hank started, "Samantha, that is—"

"Hank," Raven peered back at her husband, "it's okay." She faced the blonde again. "It's true. I do look a lot more normal whenever I leave the house. But I like being at home and looking this way. Hank likes it, my family likes it. I get to be comfortable. I know you've had a lot of people tell you differently, but there's nothing wrong with looking out of the ordinary."

"Sam," Hank petitioned, getting her attention, "come here, please." She slowly went to stand on the other side of the kitchen island from him. "I understand what the plant and what Puma and the rest of Edge Pack put you through. I want you to know, I'm right here if you need anyone to talk to. Alright?"

Contentment came to her features and she nodded.

"So," Raven turned around, "about those pancakes…"

Glancing back, Samantha regarded her pleasantly.

Taking time away from Bugs Bunny when the girl came in, Cody waved her over. "Mornin', Sammie."

Carrying her plate in, Samantha spotted Midnight nuzzled between Trav and Kiki in an armchair. She stopped long enough to stroke his fur and went to get down near the coffee table.

"No!" Joey exclaimed, startling her. "No sitting on the floor. My dad hates that."

Cody scooted over on the couch. "Sit here, Sam."

She moved to get in between the boys.

"Want some?" Cordelia showed her the bowl she had.

"Popcorn?" Samantha reacted in amusement. "In the morning?"

"With chocolate syrup." Cordelia held out the brown bottle next.

"Angie," Samantha spotted.

"There you are, babe." Angel entered in blue cropped pants and a lilac top. "I went to shower and you disappeared on me."

Departing from the kitchen with a refilled bowl of Trix, Becky stilled outside the common room. She listened to the sounds of delighted conversation mixed with television for a few seconds before ascending the stairs. She returned to her room and sat in the middle of the bed to eat her cereal.

"Rebecca?"

Becky put her bowl to the side as the boy slinked inside. "Scott, you know you shouldn't be in here."

"I can't talk to you with your powers, either. If Charles comes by, tell him I'm breaking and entering." Scott got down on the foot of her bed. "No big deal if he grounds me. I'm already not playing today."

"Scott," Becky crawled down the mattress closer to him, "you shouldn't miss out on the game because of me. And you shouldn't be mad at Uncle Charles, either."

"I'm not mad," Scott told her. "But I still don't want to play." Becky eyed him expectantly. "When I first went into baseball, it was about the game and trying to see if I could be as great as Alex. But it turned into this really cool thing that you and I do together. If you're not there, it's like I'm playing alone."

Becky put out a hand to touch his arm. "I'm really sorry, Scott."

"Don't be. I messed up way worse with my eyes, remember?" he mentioned. "You didn't hold that over me. You're too groovy for that." Becky gave him a little smile. "I'll see you at dinner. Can't wait." He stood to go.

Watching him leave, Becky laid back contentedly amongst her stuffed animals.

IIIIIII

Keeping the front door open until the petite females made it in ahead of him, Victor came up behind him.

"Let's grab something to eat real quick," Angel suggested, taking off her Jaguars cap. "Before Frank comes looking for you."

"Okay," Samantha grinned.

"You girls go on," Victor directed. "I need to hose off before this meeting."

The two nodded and started for the kitchen while he went upstairs.

By the time Victor finished in the shower and changed clothes, most of the other instructors had gathered in the library.

"Hey, old guy," Alex greeted.

"Did my sister actually manage to sit through the entire game?" Emma asked.

"Front and center," Victor confirmed. "I'm pickin' her up later. She had to meet with some clients in the city."

Charles cued, "Let's begin."

"Let's get goin' with what's on all our minds," Logan presented. "Now Sam's a sweet kid, but where'd she come from? I mean, last I checked girls ain't supposed to be able to do what we can do."

"Kay's got the healing powers and the longevity deal," Alex pointed out.

Kayla picked that up with, "As similar as they are, what I can do and what Logan and Victor can are entirely different. I also have not so much as a drop of animalistic abilities."

"From the way I understand it," Hank spoke, "Sam could have easily possessed the gene, but it was left dormant until the plant interfered."

"Were her folks like Kiki and Trav's?" Alex asked. "Giving her up to make their lives easy?"

Erik used his powers to tap a pen. "Not quite."

Charles continued, "From what we've learned inside her mind, Samantha came about from an affair her mother had with one of the plant's technicians. She was a receptionist there."

"They managed to keep the whole thing secret for the first few years of her life," Emma went on. "Until her father's exposure started to effect Sam more and more. Including in her mind."

"But she's better than when she was with Edge Pack," Alex brought up.

"Emma and I have had sessions with her," Charles said. "She's also been in speech therapy."

"But she's okay," Logan spoke. "She's doin' alright now? After the plant, this operation, all of it?"

Hank responded, "That appears to be the case."

"So what the plant did wasn't completely lethal," Logan rationalized. "Awakenin' this gene."

"That's true," Charles concurred carefully, fully aware of the older man's state of mind. "However, we have to be cautious. We still have so much to learn about mutation."

Erik said, "And interfering with it could be as disastrous as sticking that needle into Shaw."

Hank shared a glance with the metal wielder as he added, "Though disastrous is quite relative in that scenario."

"Excuse me," Scott's voice suddenly pierced the space as he came in, "just need a book for school." He stopped off by the twin meeting tables. "So Coach, how'd we do?"

Victor looked up at him. "Lost by four, Shades."

"Aw," Scott snapped his fingers in a show of being disgruntled, "what a cryin' shame…" He moved over to peer through the stacks.

The adults exchanged knowing glances and Alex all-out snickered.

IIIIIII

Leaves of orange, red, yellow, and brown fluttered around them and crunched beneath their tennis shoes. The clear day made the sun reflect and sparkle radiantly against the water. Hands in his back pockets as they moved along, Frank's gaze settled on the girl walking on his right. She wore the neatest pair of blue jeans Frank had ever seen, a light gray top, and an open button down fuchsia sweater. She had her hair in a lengthy ponytail and still sported the Jaguars cap.

"Did you have fun at the game?" Frank asked her.

As if thrown by the sudden break in silence, she replied, "Hm? Oh yes, yes. But I don't know very much about baseball; sports."

"I could show you some things," Frank offered. "If you want. I know about baseball, basketball, football." He noticed her hugging herself. "Are you okay?"

She rubbed her arms. "Cold."

Frank removed his own sweater to place on her shoulders. "We went on vacation to LA after New Year's once. It gets cold a lot faster here than in California."

"Thank you." Samantha patted the sleeves of his sweater. "It's really me. I get cold fast. I used to have fur…" She waved a hand around her front. "Everywhere. White fur all over me."

Frank said genuinely, "Bet you looked real cute."

Samantha immediately shook her head. "Ugly. I was ugly. I had to cover my face everywhere."

"That doesn't mean you were ugly, Sam," Frank stated. "It just means people are, you know, hung up on stuff. They hate anybody who looks different. I have mixed friends, like Angel, and people like to make cracks about them even though they're totally good looking."

Samantha flicked a small stone with her foot. "Especially Angel."

Fighting his urge to wholeheartedly concur with that statement, Frank instead responded, "Your eyes are amazing." She stopped to stare at him curiously. "I mean it. They're like no brown I've ever seen. Almost like little circles of fire."

The aforementioned eyes seemed to twinkle at that and she stepped closer towards him. "You… you like me, Frank?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Of course I do."

Samantha reached her arms out to go just below his armpits. Unsure what to do at first, Frank raised his hands to cup her shoulders. Then he heard the distinct sound that radiated from her chest next; purring.

"Sam…" Frank tilted his head forward only to retract it when her face contorted. "Whoa, what's wrong?"

"Frank," she groaned, going to clutch her lower abdomen. "It hurts…"

"Hey, easy." Frank got down and helped her ease onto her knees as well in order to lean against him. He raised the wrist containing his communicator. "Hank, Hank!"

IIIIIII

Eyes planted on the rather drab floor of the infirmary, the brown orbs only picked up on the Headmasters pacing about. Frank heard someone take the chair next to his then felt the hand in his hair. He looked to the side to see Logan there. A meow preceded Midnight leaping into the man's lap.

Victor got to his feet the moment Hank emerged from the medical wing. "How's she doin'?"

"It was only a small reaction from the surgery," the young doctor reassured the group. "The medication is already working."

"Thank God," came from Charles. "The poor lamb must have been so frightened."

Victor asked, "Should we stay in tonight?"

Hank said, "A couple hours rest and she should be fine for dinner. Just make sure you go somewhere local in case she has another spell. Emma and Angel are with her, but she's asking for you."

Victor nodded and headed into the room.

Erik walked over to the boy and laid a hand on his shoulder. "You moved swiftly, boychick."

"That's right, glowworm," said Logan. "That was a real good job back there."

Frank smiled a bit. "Thanks. I was just hoping she wasn't allergic to me."

Charles walked up and squatted in front of him. "Frank, I think it's wonderful how welcoming and kind you've been towards Samantha. However, I want you to be careful as well."

Frank eyed the man. "What do you mean?"

Charles elaborated with, "I know to you Samantha is a pretty girl like any other. But I'm afraid she simply isn't. She's come a long way, but she still isn't on the same mental capacity for someone your age."

Frank folded his arms somewhat uncomfortably. "You're saying she's slow."

"Frank, no," Charles replied immediately. "That isn't what I mean at all."

"Yes, it is," Frank insisted. "Just because she doesn't understand about some things. Joey didn't know how to play with toys when he first got here. He could barely read and you never called him slow."

Erik interjected, "And he said no such thing about Samantha, either. Do not put words in Charles' mouth, Franklin."

Logan stuck an arm around the boy. "Look, all the Prof's sayin' is that you need to take it easy with this girl. She's been through a heck of a lot and you can't expect her to be exactly like your other school friends."

"I know she's not like them," Frank said. "In fact, she's easier to talk to."

"And I'm glad." Charles took his hand. "Simply remember what I told you without getting it terribly twisted." He stroked him near the chin. "Alright?"

Frank thought then nodded into his hand. "Yes, sir."

IIIIIII

Stepping into the doorway, Victor quietly observed Angel smoothing out Samantha's hair at the vanity. "Hey, dolls."

"Victor, you look nice," Angel said of his tan sport coat and light brown collared shirt.

Samantha glanced over. "Did Mama call?"

"Not yet, baby," Victor told her. "You girls stay put. I'm goin' to see what the hold-up is." He walked off and as soon as he made it to the stairs, he witnessed the hurried redhead coming up. "There you are. Thought you were going to call for me to pick you up."

"We were running so late I thought it best I take a cab." Adrienne brushed by him and headed straight for Angel's room. "Oh ladies." She admired Angel's deep purple dress with white trim at the skirt and the baby pink one with ivory waist ribbon Samantha had on. "You two are a dream."

Victor re-entered the room. "Adrienne."

"Angel, wear your pearls. They'll compliment this dress perfectly." While Angel went to her jewelry box, Adrienne took over brushing Samantha's hair. "I hope we remembered to pack your white mary-janes."

"Adrienne," Victor reiterated.

"Darling," she turned a smile on him, "could you warm up the car? I just need to change and we'll be right along."

After a second, Victor bobbed his head and walked off for the garage.

IIIIIII

A knock preceded the petition of, Princess?

Nearly jumping at experiencing a voice in her head, Becky returned, come in, Uncle Charles.

"Hello, love," the Professor smiled, coming into the feminine space. He paused at Midnight lounging on the bed then came up behind the girl at the desk. "Homework still?"

"No," Becky shook her head. "That's all done. I'm just doing my spirit journal."

"Ah, excellent." Charles took a seat on the edge of the desk, looking at her. "I wanted to tell you how good a girl you've been during your punishment this week."

Becky placed her pen down. "Does that mean you're not disappointed anymore?"

"Baby, come here." Charles took her by the hand to help her stand before him. "The only reason you're ever able to disappoint me is because my regard for you is higher than the stars." He squeezed her hand. "I'm sorry if it seems I place too much pressure on you sometimes."

Becky appeared thoughtful then said, "It's okay, Uncle Charles. I hold you to the stars, too."

Charles bent to bring her into a tight hug. "My special girl. So, the others are about to take in a movie on the telly." He inched back to face her. "Why don't you go down and join them?"

Her face immediately brightened. "Really?"

"Go on," he tilted his head towards the door, "you've been greatly missed. Tomorrow we'll talk more about your powers."

"Oh thank you, Uncle Charles." Becky collected Midnight off the edge of her bed and started out.

As they went, Charles did not miss the wink the cat sent his way.

IIIIIII

When the novel he sought could not be found on one of the shelves, Victor pulled back a chair. He discovered the wealth of books stashed under there and began to search through them.

Soon the scent of perfume entered his nostrils before Adrienne arrived in his loft. She still wore the black skirt and blazer with red blouse from dinner but had traded her crimson heels for soft slippers.

"With Logan on duty downstairs, I thought we'd enjoy a little nightcap." She presented him with a wine glass. "Sparkling cider of course."

Victor took his glass as well as hers and placed them on an end table. "Now," he fully faced her again, "tell me what had you shook up earlier."

"I wasn't—"

"Adrienne." His voice cut through the air like a freshly sharpened blade. "Talk. I'm serious."

With a sigh, she sent one hand through her hair. "One of my design clients… they're pulling out."

Victor automatically determined, "Hearts and Stripes."

Adrienne nodded the confirmation. "They wouldn't be the first thus far, but it matters not." She walked over to gaze out of one of the windows. "There are starter fashion labels practically desperate to work with an established agency like mine. We'll put each other on the map, leave the naysayers in the gutter."

Victor went behind her, hands winding at her waist. "Why haven't you said a word about this to me?"

"I didn't see the need to upset Angel."

"Again, not a word to me."

Adrienne turned to look up at him. "I'm not used to crying into a big burly shoulder when things don't go my way. I handle them on my own. As I always have."

"And I appreciate that about you," Victor told her. "But if you're dealin' with somethin' this heavy, I want you to be able to talk to me. Otherwise, I really don't know what we're doin' here besides playin' a pretty pathetic game of house."

"I know." Adrienne laid her head against his front. "You're right."

Victor sent soothing fingers through her hair. "That's all that's been goin' on?"

Not allowing her words to betray her, Adrienne simply nodded into his chest while her visage stared across the room.