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.

251. Chapter 251 Hope Diamond

X-Men-First Class: Rise or Fall

Chapter Two Hundred Fifty-One

Author's Word: … Yeah, Fam, I really have no idea how this chapter-turned-novel happened. Because it started off- then it was- and it, um, er yeah. Since you have a ton of reading ahead of you, I'll try to keep this short. To answer MissMarvelGirl "a broch tzu dir" is basically swearing or wishing a curse upon someone. If anyone needs any other translations, just let me know. In regards to a certain other "Marvel Girl", an anonymous guest made a comment about Becky vs. Jean. If that person would like a more detailed response to that, provide me with an e-mail address or make an account here so we can have some privacy. Now, do please enjoy and review!

Bell attached to door signaling the arrival of the next patron, all present within the barbershop slowed conversing. Though their eyes directed the way of the full grown male, the significantly smaller one in blue winter coat he carried claimed their real attention. Just the sight of the beaming child with equally bright, inquisitive eyes seemed as if a grand explorer had returned with a sparkling treasure most wondrous.

Allowing the boy to stand, Erik greeted, "Shalom, jentalmin."

"Shalooom," Trav echoed his uncle with gusto.

"Shalom," the amused room returned.

Erik had to hasten to get Trav out of his winter gear. As soon as he did, the six-year-old all but fell to his knees to get to the brown and white creature resting by the counter.

"Shalom, Patch." The moment the child began smoothing fingers over his fur, the boxer sat up attentively.

Done hanging up their coats as well as his fedora on the spare hooks on the wooden rack, Erik settled in his usual chair. All three of the shop's owners, the elderly and bearded Lubinsky brothers, were on hand. With Hirsh busy behind the counter and Eliot and Gil preoccupied with customers, Hirsh's grandson approached Erik with the necessary grooming aides.

"I hope I'll do for you, Mr. Lehnsherr," the teenager said apologetically.

"I'm certain, Uri," Erik reassured, picking up a section of the newspaper to scan through. "It is I who offer you so little with which to work."

"I'll say," Eliot piped up, snipping his customer's ends. "What took you so long to get in here? Look at you. You plan on sprouting daisies out of that bush sometime soon?"

"Don't mind a word he says, Erik," Gil waved off his brother. "He's been on the disagreeable side of the bed since 1935."

Eliot threw out, "Coincidentally, the same year I tied the knot."

A round of chuckles kindled from that and Erik explained, "Unfortunately, it's been difficult for me to get away of late. But I was duty bound to make a special trip out today. You see, my little plimenik here," he gestured towards his nephew, "has been promoted to upper level reading and writing classes."

"You don't say," reacted Gil while the customers murmured favorably.

"Mazzal tov!" Hirsh rang out.

"Congratulations, Trav," commended Uri.

Stepping away from his customer, Eliot walked Trav's way. "Here you go, pits'l." He retrieved a dollar bill from his pocket. "You take this and get yourself a whole big bag of candy."

"Thank you," Trav accepted with a grin.

"That's too kind," Erik claimed.

"Oh, nonsense," dismissed Eliot, going back to finish the haircut. "Let him rot away his teeth while he's still young enough to re-grow them brand new."

Trav snickered at just the idea of what his father would have to say to that.

"It is his day to be spoiled," Erik conceded. "I'm taking him over to Mendel's Toy Store after this." As soon as he finished the sentence, a silent bomb seemed to detonate across the entire shop. Erik's brow wrinkled in deep confusion. "What?"

"Mr. Lehnsherr, you haven't heard?" Before the adult could say anything, Uri elaborated. "The police just left Mendel's a couple hours ago. Someone smashed in their windows last night. With bricks."

The disbelief filled Erik's expression. "What?"

Tipping his head curiously, Trav wondered with concern, "But why?"

"Mischief-makers," Erik asserted without giving the others a chance to respond. "That's all. Probably thought they were being funny."

"That's not funny at all," Trav stated fervently. "They should get a spanking."

"Humph, to start," mumbled Eliot.

Erik wanted to know, "You haven't had any trouble here, have you?"

"Certainly not," answered Hirsh. "Double-paned windows, reinforced security system- you cannot be too careful. No matter where we go."

Gil said, "It's a shame, too, on account of the Mendels being out of town for the weekend. Their boy's had to deal with this big hassle on his own."

Staring somewhat absently for a few seconds, Erik spoke again. "I'll be back, Uri." Standing, he put on a smile and faced his nephew. "Valiant, I'll only be ten minutes or so. You play with Patch."

"Okay, Uncle Erik," Trav happily complied and the dog stretched paws over his lap.

II

Tying off a loaded trash bag, the small teenager replied to the adamant knocker, "Hey, we're closed the rest of the day."

Through the boards where the door's glass used to be, the man called out, "It's Erik Lehnsherr, Mark. From MT. Westchester?"

Recognizing the adult from the Temple, the brunette youth moved to get the door open. "Hello, Mr. Lehnsherr. Thanks for coming by."

"Of course." Gazing around, Erik felt some satisfaction at not finding the quaint toy shop in utter disarray. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Mark reassured, tipping his glasses back into place. "This happened way after closing yesterday. They didn't steal anything, just wrecked the windows."

"What did the police have to say?"

Mark looked at him wryly. "You know their song and dance. They took the report for the insurance company and they're "looking into it"."

Not surprised, Erik next asked, "Did you get a hold of your parents?"

The sixteen-year-old shook his head. "I didn't want to spoil the rest of their trip. They're coming back tonight, anyway."

Erik gave off a nod. "I must say, you're handling this very maturely. I know it has to be overwhelming for you."

"Yeah, well, I'm just glad it wasn't any worse than this, you know?"

"Yes," Erik concurred. He fished a card out of his wallet and handed it to the boy. "Should you need help, don't hesitate to contact me."

Mark bobbed his head, "Thanks, Mr. Lehnsherr," and stuck it in his pants pocket.

IIIIIII

In the middle of the trio of telepaths, the little girl in pink and purple uniform held onto the hands of the two elders until she spotted the man making his way across the backyard.

"Papa's home." Becky stepped forward. "I like your hair."

"Thank you, Sweet Imp." Taking her by her slim midsection, Erik hoisted the caped child to squeeze in his arms. "If only it were as pretty as yours. How was your session with Auntie and Uncle?"

"Fun. We've been doing mostly illusions lately." Smiling, Becky left hands wound about his neck. "Why aren't you in your Magneto clothes?"

"I'm afraid I'm running a bit behind schedule." Erik pressed a kiss into her curls and let her stand again. "Why don't you go on to the bunker? I'm sure Havok needs you."

"Alright." Twirling her cape a bit, Becky skipped through the snow.

Having sensed his brother's urgency, the green clad Professor waited for the girl to leave earshot. "Erik?"

The metal wielder took not a second's delay in beginning the explanation. "One of the families from my temple had their toy store vandalized last night. The one down the street from my barber."

Staggered, Professor X immediately asked, "Are they alright?"

"They're fine, but I cannot leave it to chance that this was a random incident." Somehow growing even more serious, Erik requested, "I need you two to conduct a mental sweep for Vanessa."

Having been quiet up until that point, a hydra's venom reflected in Emma's voice. "Vanessa?"

"No, we wiped her mind practically to the core," Professor X insisted. "There is no way—"

"I need to know for sure, Charles," Erik interjected almost imploringly.

With a nod, the younger Headmaster laced fingers with his wife and allowed their minds dominance over body as their search began. Though it took time, Erik's patience remained firmly planted.

At last, Emma opened her eyes and declared, "Nothing." She faced Erik. "Not even the smallest trace of her in or around Westchester. But just in case, we'll send the Brothers Howlett-Creed to track her before dinner. We must remember what a conniving wench she is."

"Yes," Charles seconded. "Do not worry, brother. She will never touch our Rebecca- our family- again." Even without looking, he could see Emma's fists clenching along with Erik's jaw.

IIIIIII

Quizzical brown eyes shining, the blonde positioned herself on the vanity bench to fully take in the one so engrossed in the mirror. Though confused as to why Angel of all people would need to add any extras to her face, Samantha could not get over the way her features glowed from the foundation. The applied rouge and eyeshadow provided a fascinating burst of color. She capped it off with candy scented lipstick and gloss.

"Okay, just…" mostly talking to herself, Angel better fluffed out her high ponytail. Not satisfied with how plain the top of her head appeared, she crowned it with a silver dragonfly clip. "Yes, now it's working."

"You look great," Samantha told her.

"Thanks, baby." Rising, shook out her lengthy white skirt and tugged down her pink sleeveless top. "Did you see where I left…?" Getting an answer to the question she did not finish, Angel pulled on her missing garment currently taken over by slumbering feline. "Midnight, gimme."

Deciding to bestow mercy, the cat jumped down from the desk chair, allowing Angel to slip into her white shrug.

"Alright, I need to move. You know how Ben lives to be on time." Snagging her purse, Angel exchanged cheek kisses with her sister, "Tell you all about it tonight," and made haste out of their room.

Assortment of cosmetics lingering on the balcony, Samantha started patting at her skin with a few of them. Cocking his head to one side, Midnight observed the bizarre human practice of intentionally dirtying oneself.

II

Straddling the arm of the loveseat his wife sat on, Logan reported, "We went out as far as city limits. No sights, no scents of double-crossin', two-faced tramps. Trust me, I know that stench."

"And it's a little hard to forget a dame who knocks you off a roof," said Victor wryly, standing near the doorway.

"Erik," Kayla looked to where the metal wielder sat in his chess chair, "I know this is far from a bright side, but it was likely simple vandals who broke into the store. It could have even been the tomfoolery of some of these university students."

"She's probably right," Raven supported. "You should see how some of them act on weekends."

"Oh yeah," Alex nodded. "Probably thought it was a good idea at the time then pissed their pants and ran for it. Typical."

Charles reached over to offer his brother a reassuring pat on the knee. "Don't let this trouble you so. We're under enough pressure as it is. We should be grateful the poor lad keeping shop wasn't harmed."

With a slow nod, Erik agreed, "Yes, you're right. Listen," he launched to his feet, regarding each of them, "don't say anything about this in front of the children. I do not want Trav to think of this as anything more than an unfunny joke."

Situated on the other side of the doorway from Victor, Hank piped up, "Don't worry about that."

To the ringing that broadcasted next, Angel, now wrapped in her coat, came to stand just outside the parlor. "That's probably Ben."

"Well, you stay put, pretty lady," Victor directed.

"I'll see to the gentleman caller." Hank went to answer the door.

Raven smiled Angel's way. "So, where's he taking you?"

"It's this cute little theatre production some of the Temple kids put on," Angel described. "They serve popcorn and put on a nice spread after."

Rushing forward as if escaping lethal pursuers, the one who sought her evening company collapsed on his knees by her feet. "I can contain myself no longer. Angela, please," he clutched her hand, "come with me- come with me now. Allow me to take you away from this wretched palace to where we will have to share a bathroom with three children, one of which being a seventh grade girl under the belief that the mirror is an extension of her bedroom."

Biting back laughter with great difficulty, Angel stated, "Well, me and her will be having some morning tension."

"Hello, Ben," Charles waved and Erik dipped his head in acknowledgement.

"Hi," the mildly bashful boy smiled, returning to his feet.

Emma stepped over. "We hear you're in for a night of theatre."

"Oh yeah, it's going to be really cool. But I warn you," Ben formed a dreadful expression, "when these kids get into these skits, things get wild really fast. We may not make it in until eight-thirty, maybe even nine o'clock."

"Hey, if there's going to be coffee involved, you two need to figure out a designated driver right now," Alex quipped.

"Have a wonderful time," Emma encouraged.

Ben raised a saluting hand. "Good night."

"Love my people," Angel said over her shoulder as they took their leave.

IIIIIII

Plastic navy and white model high over his head, the small boy created snorkeling sound effects with his mouth. Making it to the intended room, the Poland native took a moment to observe the child so engrossed in his own imagination before continuing inside.

"It would seem I selected the right gift for you." Erik took a seat on the side of the bed, visage directed at his nephew. "Your mother tells me you practically wanted to spend the night in the tub playing with it."

"It's the coolest, Uncle Erik," Trav raved. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." Erik tapped the top of the toy. "Do you know why I picked this one out for you?" Trav shook his head. "It's because this looks exactly like the ship that brought me to Ellis Island. My first time in America, long before the X-Men."

A highly intrigued Trav reacted, "Really? You came all by yourself?"

"There were many other passengers, but yes, I traveled here alone. That's how I used to do a great many things."

"Weren't you scared?"

"No," Erik answered honestly. "Fear was not something I experienced during that time. Not because I was mighty and courageous or anything like that. It was because I had nothing I cared enough about to fear losing; not even my life. But now," he better tucked the comforter around the boy, "I can no longer say that. Because now, I have all of you." Leaning in, Erik connected their foreheads. "And you are my life."

Trav smiled and kissed his nose. "I love you, Uncle Erik."

"And I love you, Valiant. Now, let's save your next voyage for tomorrow." Erik took the boat to place on the night stand and clicked off the lamp. "Time for the captain to sleep."

"Good night, Uncle Erik." Trav rolled over to his side.

"Good night." The metal wielder remained in place until the tyke drifted off.

IIIIIII

Upon her arrival to the private property, Kayla made a path for the professional kitchen after depositing her things. The conversing women, made up of two social workers covertly aiding the network and a few of the mothers, all proved slightly stunned over the lady in black pencil skirt, blazer, and heels more than ready to help them in food prep. However, they all quickly fell into rotation to get the breakfast dishes on the banquet table for the children.

Foam cup of coffee in hand, Kayla returned to the first floor common area she had designated as the classroom. Already she had brought in two large rollaway chalkboards, a few filled bookshelves, various learning aides, and her own desk that faced the two rows of tables. As the clock neared eight-thirty, the tables slowly but surely became filled with the young ones, each displaying a different level of enthusiasm. At over twenty accounted for, the class came with more girls than boys. Kayla noted their facial expressions. Many of the girls gaped at her with a mix of awe and intrigue while most of the boys appeared mesmerized.

One skinny male youth with glasses entered and stumbled upon sight of her. At the outburst of laughter, Kayla's friendly expression became one of harsh sharpness that promptly silenced the gigglers.

"S-sorry," the fallen boy mumbled.

"It's alright." Kayla helped him to his feet and he hurried to take a front seat. Regarding them all, she formally greeted them with, "Good morning, class. My name is," taking a piece of chalk, she began spelling it out, "Mrs. Kayla Howlett. And I am very proud to welcome you all to the Underground Academy." A small girl with caramel skin and braided hair raised her hand. "Yes, honey?"

She stood to ask, "Is this like the Underground Railroad?"

Clearly in favor of the question, Kayla answered, "We're a very similar concept and we will be learning about the Underground Railroad in detail. Now, I know you were all…" She trailed at the incoming hyena level of snickering as two teenage boys found their way inside the room. Kayla crossed their arms, practically freezing them in place with her displeased countenance. "Excuse me, gentlemen, what time does class begin?"

The smaller of the two replied, "Um, supposed to be eight-thirty."

"Yes," Kayla bobbed her head, "And what time does that clock say?"

Glancing up, the other boy said, "Five after?"

"Yes," Kayla repeated. "Which brings me to a very fine point. Unless you're ill or some other unforeseen circumstance occurs, tardiness will not be tolerated. After all, if I am able to make it here early despite having to commute, I don't think it's such a monumental task for you all to walk down a few steps. Is that quite understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," the late-comers responded.

"Excellent." Kayla then tacked on, "And remove those ball caps, please."

The two took off their headgear and went in search of seating in the back.

Taking hold of the yellow pad left out on her desk, Kayla gave it along with a pen to the boy who had stumbled earlier. "I want you all to write your names for attendance so that I can double check against my record book. Please print clearly and neatly."

While the students passed the pad around, Kayla performed a slow pace back and forth to fully gauge her class. Many seemed as if they had just been dragged kicking and screaming from bed, several wore tattered sneakers and jeans, and even two came in wearing lounge pants.

"Everyone," she spoke out, getting their attention again, "do me a favor and write your dress and foot sizes beside your names. If you're not sure, check your clothes tags during break later."

IIIIIII

All lost to fits of laughter over Ben's recanting of a particularly good skit performance, the group slowed down at the cluster of students that swarmed one hallway. Despite some extensive maneuvering, it still proved difficult to pass.

"What is going on?" Maya wondered.

"Hello, peasants," Fabian addressed dryly. "Significantly more attractive people attempting to get through- mostly attractive that is."

Sean and Frank rolled their eyes at that.

"Y'all, come on." Angel tried to gently nudge a few. "I can't even get to my…" As many of them stepped aside, the sight that greeted her caused her books to plummet from her arms.

Before Cordelia could inquire, she saw for herself and covered her mouth with one hand. Black and white spray paint coated Angel's locker and formed the words, Hearts and Stripes Whore-ever.

Frank shook his head in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me."

Samantha immediately clutched Angel's arm while Cordelia offered her support from behind.

"Who…" Maya collected her voice and it grew louder as she sent an accusatory glower out to all present. "Who did this?"

Nothing but confused murmurs and expressions resulted.

The students hastened out of the way again at the approaching large physical education teacher. "Angel…"

The girl did not move, only accepting his hand on her shoulder.

Sean went to him. "Do you know who did this?"

"The office is investigating all of them right now," Hank said.

Frank looked over at his word choice. "All of them?"

Hank grimly reported, "All of the multiracial students have been tagged."

While that particular shock spread, Ben squatted to collect the dropped books. "Here, Angel." Getting up, he gestured away with his head. "Let's put your things in my locker."

"Come on, Gorge." Cordelia helped guide Angel into walking.

"Get to class," Hank ordered of the on-lookers, "all of you."

Despite being prodded away, Angel's gaze could not leave her locker door until Fabian and Sean came behind. Their heights blocked her view of it.

IIIIIII

Reminiscent of a shark with the aroma of blood in its nostrils, the irate brunette stormed through until she at last encountered who she sought. Lined up by one wall of lockers and emitting their all too familiar and insufferable guffawing, Maya made a beeline for them.

"Hey." When her petition went unnoticed, Maya slamming Rita's locker door captured their attentions in full. "Okay, I know you guys are remedial. Didn't think you were deaf, too."

Turning callous eyes on her, Rita sneered, "What's your problem?"

"What's your problem?" Maya countered pointedly. "Look, I don't care what you do or say to me, but messing with my friends is a whole other story."

Mack deduced to Rita, "She's talking about the locker thing." He then spoke specifically to Maya. "We didn't have anything to do with that. Why would we? Angel Salvadore would be cool if she didn't waste her time around the pathetic."

"Pathetic?" Maya feigned puzzlement. "When did she join your circle?"

Rita got closer in her face. "You really want to walk away."

"Or what?" Maya put one hand on her hip and supported the other against the wall unwaveringly. "Go ahead, describe what'll happen in all those vivid vocabulary words you know. I have three seconds to spare."

A member of security came upon the youths. "There a problem here, kids?"

"Talk to her." Mack pointed out Maya. "She's the one starting stuff."

He went to touch her shoulder. "Is that true?"

Maya jerked his hand off and glared up at him. "Oh, now you're so concerned with keeping order? Where were you when somebody decided to deface these lockers? Huh?" She arched on her toes to get nearer to his height. "Got an answer for that?"

Inhaling through his nose, the guard replied, "Listen, I can see you're upset about what happened here. We all are. But you need to remain calm because at this rate, you're headed for the principal's office."

Maya rolled her eyes. "Yeah, we're in real safe hands around here." Gripping the strap on her school bag, she took off for the other end of the hall.

IIIIIII

Having intentionally dismissed his pupils two minutes ahead of the bell, the AP History teacher stopped the most unusually silent one from leaving right away.

"Miss Salvadore," Mr. Nelson clasped one of her hands compassionately while his countenance displayed heavy distress, "I cannot tell you how sorry I am about this depraved act committed against you and the other students. In all my time teaching here, I have never…" He released a heavy sigh. "I hardly know what to say."

Angel summoned the teeniest smile on his behalf. "Thank you, Mr. Nelson. You and the other teachers have been great."

"If you need to talk to anyone, remember I am available before and after school." The man cupped her chin a moment. "And make certain to keep your head up. No matter how much others seek to put you down."

"I will." Angel smiled more genuinely now. "Thanks again, Mr. Nelson."

When she made it into the hall, she joined Sean and Ben who awaited her. Ben took her hand while Sean walked the opposite side, leaving her sandwiched between them. The three stilled motion at the male who encroached on them with every inch of his body expelling a rage-fueled heat.

"I need to talk to you." Before Angel could say a word, he fumed, "Those punks sprayed all over my locker, thinking I'm in your nasty little club just because I'm light-skinned. There's not a drop of white anywhere in my family. As if I don't have enough trouble in school without you high-sedity half honkeys parading through to make my life harder."

Stepping forward, Sean all but shoved chests with him. "How about you get lost before a whole honkey ends your life altogether?"

"You think I'm scared of you, Irish?" he retorted then acknowledged the resonating bell. "You're lucky." He walked off across the way for his next class.

Ben tugged tighter on Angel's hand. "Are you okay?"

Angel replied, "I just can't believe all this." She glanced up at the redhead. "Seanie, thanks, but please. Don't fight any of them. It'll only make it worse. Just let them talk."

"I will." Sean then promptly added, "But if they try to use something besides words, I'm not letting you get hurt."

"Neither am I," Ben reaffirmed.

Angel leaned into his side with a weary sigh.

II

Though his eyes aimed the way of the prattling educator at the blackboard, Fabian's true attention lingered with the mentally distant one seated to his right. Reaching his hand over, he stroked her lower arm near the gold band he gave her on Halloween. His touch causing her abrupt return from outer space, Cordelia flashed pleasant blue eyes at him.

When a member of the office made his presence known in her classroom, Miss Baker quickly stopped speaking to ask, "May we help you?"

The woman in gray skirt and purple blouse requested, "I need to see Cordelia Frost, please."

The mutant girl sat up straighter.

Looking over, Miss Baker indicated her with two fingers. "Cordelia."

Sharing a short gaze with Fabian, the Bostonian stood to follow the woman out of the room. "What's going on?"

Despondent visage in place, the older female explained, "The janitor was just out shoveling snow in the student parking lot and he saw- there's been a problem with your car."

IIIIIII

Locating the two adult X-Men in the Howlett quarters, Leon entered in time to see Logan get into the jacket that completed his full dress suit.

The teenager could only blink at first. "Did I slip through the Phantom Zone on the way in?" At the blank stares he received, he attempted to clarify, "Whacked out prison, Superman… yeah. Where are you going?"

"Got to get to the high school." Logan adjusted his cuffs. "Some ignorant wise-ass decided to pull a paint job on the mixed kids' lockers, includin' Angel's."

"Cordy called a while ago," Alex interjected, feeding an eager Mira her bottle. "They messed up her car, too. Probably see her and Angel driving into school together all the time."

Leon experienced a sudden burn in his chest. "Her car?"

Logan said, "Now I got to get down there, talk to the principal, have a conference or a hearin' or bust some skulls…"

"Lee," Alex reacted to the untold dread building on his face. "Lee, are you okay?"

"Alex, call the police; bomb unit! Wolverine, hurry!" He disappeared in a burst with that.

IIIIIII

When the joyful moment of classes concluding for the day finally arrived, Angel experienced even greater elation at Ben, Sean, and Maya honing in on her before she even got the chance to search for them. As they passed through the halls together, they took in the tags that disdainfully decorated certain lockers. Maya gripped Angel's wrist and rubbed her back as they moved along. They soon happened upon Frank, Sam, and Collin who stood around in zero enthusiasm with their friends.

"Oh no, Tony." Angel went to the curly haired freshman, absorbing the "Go Back to the Jungle" sprayed on his door. "They got yours, too. I am so sorry."

Holding up a single hand, Tony said, "Don't even worry about it. You didn't do this. I'm just mad they couldn't so much as try to be clever. I've heard harsher playing the dozens with my little sister." He grew slightly solemn. "You doing okay?"

Angel nodded, sharing a small hug with him. "Trying to."

Tony reminded, "Remember, it's Hearts and Stripes Forever. I just wish I would've thought to wear mine out this morning."

"Stripes," Frank piped up, getting everyone's attention. "That's it. We'll wear stripes to school tomorrow. All of us."

"That's a great idea, Frank-O," Sean seconded.

"Yeah," agreed Carmen.

"I'm in," said Mondo. "Until I find out who did this. Then they're out."

Samantha linked arms with her sister. "Angie?"

Some spirit returning to her, Angel declared, "This'll be great."

Maya glanced around. "Where's Cordy?"

II

Arms crossed over coat front and eyes narrowed forebodingly, the young X-Woman stayed fixated on her once pristine golden vehicle. Black markings in imitation of stripes covered it, windshield shattered, and the slashed tires had caused all the rims to bend. None of those details angered her more than the scrawled writing on her hood: One-Way Trip to the Zoo.

Tugging on her sleeve, Hank urged, "Stop looking at it, Cordy."

Fabian tried as well. "I'll pay for it to be fixed by morning; top priority."

"No!" Cordelia snatched away from them both. "I don't need you to pay for anything, Fabian. I don't even care about the stupid car! You know how I want this fixed? I want whoever is making a target out of my best friend on his hands and knees scrubbing it and every single one of those lockers," she pointed angrily at the school building, "until his fingers cut open and he bleeds to death. That's what will fix this!"

"Give me time," the Spanish boy reassured with a certain gleam at the corners of his eyes. "I will make that happen also."

Cordelia's next question of, "Why do you even care about this?" instantly deflated his broad shoulders.

"How can you ask me that?" Fabian demanded.

"Is this not part of your Acolyte philosophy?" Cordelia kicked the grill of her car. "Almost as clear a message as terrorizing a shopping center, isn't it?"

Mouth open but suddenly mute, Fabian lowered his head and looked away.

A ping darting through her upper core, Cordelia pressed hands to his back. "Fabian, I- Fabian," she pulled on his arm, making him face her again, "I'm sorry."

Bringing Cordelia over, Hank peered into her eyes. "You think you're the only one furious about this? It has taken every ounce of control on my part to keep from seizing every empty-headed teen here and mauling them until one confesses."

Cordelia could not respond to him as an ear-splitting blare filled the atmosphere.

"What's going on?" Hank roared as members of security raced into the student parking lot.

The supervisor only took the time to say, "Bomb threat."

"Clear the area!" the different guards shouted, some herding no longer cheerfully chatting students out forcefully. "Step away from the cars! Step away! No one is driving out of here!"

Hank pushed Fabian and Cordelia to run ahead of him out of the lot. They met up with their other comrades as four police cars tore down the street, followed closely by the X-Van and Logan's recently restored Cadillac.

"Maya, Angel!" Leaping out of the van, Leon forced himself past the two security members who tried to block him when he spotted his housemates. "Guys!"

Once on the outside of his own car, Logan helped in steering the other young ones and still present faculty members from the area.

IIIIIII

Reclined as far back as possible in the worn chair, the man with hair of honey wheat kept facial direction on the ceiling while his eyes stayed close. His brother lay sprawled out on the floor with arms outstretched, having not even bothered to so much as loosen his tie yet. Victor likewise still wore his security uniform from the grammar school.

Logan soon penetrated the silence with, "Fuckin' nuke threat."

"Lee was just tryin' to be on the safe side," Victor reasoned. "After the hell he's seen, he really used his head."

"I know," Logan concurred entirely, sitting up a bit. "And I'm glad we got the all clear. What irks me is I didn't think of it, with all this mess we see on the news. Young boys buried out in swamps, fires, whole school buses overturned. Somethin' could've been planted in any one of the kids' cars."

Victor put forth, "Hard for that type of thing to cross your mind in a neighborhood this uptight. All this shit came plain out of nowhere."

"You want to try to get a hold of Adrienne again?"

"She's on a marketing deal in Dallas, been too hard to reach."

They both reacted to the light footsteps ascending into the loft.

"Hey, baby," Logan acknowledged when the young girl reached the top. "How's it goin' down there? How's Angie?"

Victor reached for her with one arm and Samantha took over his lap space before replying, "She's better now, but she still seems so sad. Not angry like Cordy. Sean's been calling his friends; they're doing a prayer chain. Frank and Scott are riding their bikes in the woods."

Logan wanted to know, "You all have kept quiet around the smaller kids, right?"

"Oh yes," Samantha nodded affirmatively. "Hank doesn't want them afraid, either. Neither do I."

Victor stroked at her golden strands. "You scared by any of this, doll?"

Samantha faced him with absolute incredulity. "No."

Surprised, Victor came back with, "You're not?"

"I was scared when those men were chasing me, Collin, and Frank," the girl informed. "Why should I be afraid of these people? They don't even bother to say mean things. They just scribble them and run away."

Sharing a look, the brothers knew she had a point.

Taking the steps two or more at a time, another fledgling mutant came in and Logan sent a silent hush to the two blondes.

"Daddy." Pouncing on him, Cody laughed at the man's attire. "What's with the fancy duds? You and Ma goin' to one of those joints with smelly food?"

Logan ruffled his hair. "Had to go by the high school. You know how folks around here are if you don't show up dressed for Sunday School."

"Ohh yeah." The boy next asked, "Did they really try to blow up the place?"

"No," Logan shook his head, standing with his son. "No, baby boy. Nothin' like that. Just some goofy little punks playin' a bad joke. Hey," Logan bounced him, "what's say we bundle up your brother and sister and go pick up your ma? She called to tell me she's got some shoppin' to do, so how 'bout we all eat out?"

"In the city?" Cody grinned. "Cool!"

"First thing," Logan started out and down with him, "got to get your shot out of the way."

"Aw," Cody laid his head on his father's shoulder, winding legs around his waist, "okay."

II

Only peeking inside the Mag Cave at first, Maya located the one stretched out on the sofa with lengthy black strands masking most of his face.

She stepped inside, warm countenance in place. "Leon?"

Shaking his head to move his hair and better view her, the male teen responded, "Hey."

"With all the chaos going on, not to mention my heart running the triathlon, I didn't get a chance to tell you how glad I am that you—"

"Led the wild goose chase?"

"No." Maya frowned at his belittling of the event. "For thinking ahead that way, protecting us."

"I would say it was nothing," Leon moved to an upright position, "but that comes with the very falsified implication that you're nothing so… there we go."

"As horrible as today has been, I've pretty much just been mad." Maya came to sit near him. "When the Professor was in the hospital after the car accident, I tried to do whatever I could to keep from falling out and crying. I just wanted to know why things like that keep happening. Can't even imagine how sick God gets of that question."

Leon listened to her then faced a bow Erik had on display on one wall. "Turn of a key. One little twist and it's all over. Your car becomes your coffin." Glancing down, Leon took Maya's fingers to gingerly touch her promise ring. "I wanted my father's, but I couldn't get it back. It was completely fused to his hand. He wore it every single day; years after the fact."

Maya looked at her ring briefly before she disclosed, "My mom, too."

After quieting a few seconds, Leon ordered, "Tell Sean not to park his car anywhere outside of our garage. We'll drop you guys off at school or anywhere else you need to go. I don't want you guys to drive anywhere. Not until we catch whoever's doing this. Please."

Maya nodded compliantly. "Of course. I promise."

Sending fingers through his hair, Leon got up from the sofa. "I need to go on a ride for a while."

"Right…" A squeamishness crossed Maya's face. "Leon, seriously, you have to wear—"

Tapping his head in indication, Leon assured, "Consider it covered," and left the den.

Hand going to her waist, Maya removed the item from its holster. Bringing it up, she switched the sizzling taser on and off.

II

At yet another knock on her door, the girl situated at the window responded, "Not right now, y'all." Midnight purred against her thigh.

It's just me.

Angel peered over as the younger female poked her head in. "Hey, babe."

Going to join her on the narrow window seat, Becky caressed Midnight's silky fur. "Kind of tired of everybody, right?"

"Not exactly," Angel tried to explain. "I'm just not used to this. Hate, sure. I've seen that as long as I've been alive. Having all these people around me in love… I don't know how to handle that. It's almost made me more breathless than the daggon bomb squad showing up at school."

"I know what you mean." Becky raised green eyes. "Having a dad who's home most of the time, an uncle who's just like me, me and Hank finally in the same house, plus all the other kids. It was so hard to get used to after being in an empty house with just my nanny most days."

"Yeah, I bet." Angel repositioned to better face her. "You know what's really funny in all this?" Becky regarded her patiently. "There's this small part of me that's been enjoying it. I started Hearts and Stripes Forever so that we- all the mixed kids out here- could get recognition. People are constantly pulling on us, making us choose sides, trying to force us to be less than everything we are. At least when we're called zebras or acts of hate like this happen, someone is acknowledging us. For all the wrong reasons, yeah, but it's better than being invisible."

Becky nodded her understanding. "Even before I found out, I think I always felt different. My hair, my voice, how I'm not dark, but I still don't get burnt up under the sun like the pale girls do."

Angel smirked, "You know they hate us for that," and the two shared a laugh. Returning to earnest, Angel asked, "Has anybody been bugging you at school?"

"No way," Becky answered. "Especially not with Scott and the boys around. But Josh Braunstein told me that one of the families from the Temple had their toy store broken into over the weekend."

The older girl's brow immediately creased at the unanticipated information.

IIIIIII

Flipping through an Education-to-Careers pamphlet while roosting on top the headrest of a bench, Melissa reacted to the roar of the incoming machine. The motorcycle stopped directly before her and the driver raised the visor to reveal his brown eyes.

"Hey, far out new look." Slipping down and up off the bench, she knocked on the top of the black helmet. "Way less needlessly moronic than your normal."

"You think I'd come all the way here without something for you, too?" He gestured at his backpack with his thumb. "Take a look."

Reaching into the bag, Melissa rolled her eyes over the hot pink helmet. "Still stuck on this idea that you're funny I see. So, tell me genius, how do you plan to explain this little fashion accessory to your X-Brigade?"

"I'll tell them Becky picked it out." Leon shrugged a shoulder. "Which really isn't far from the truth."

Clamping on the head protection, Melissa settled in behind him with arms secured around his waist. "Let's get out of here."

"You got it." Lowering his visor once more, Leon floored off down the block.

Their surroundings becoming so blurred together, they did not slow down until they reached the completely deserted beach. The sand laced with snow and despite the brisk atmosphere, the ice prevented anything resembling waves. They climbed onto a rock formation shaped like a hill and cast gazes on the shore. The dwindling sunlight transformed the sky into a swirl of sherbet ice cream.

Hair batting all around him, a thought crept into Leon's mind. "Why do girls wear sandals?"

Though she did not look up, the amusement could still be heard in Melissa's voice. "What?"

"In the summer, they always wear them here then end up carrying them around while they walk barefoot in the sand or do that goofy, giggly chicken run. Seriously, what's the point?"

Almost snorting, Melissa told him, "Same reason we have to own like a thousand and one pairs in every color. Appearances, darling, appearances."

Leon next put forth, "How long have we been together?"

This question Melissa took more time to consider. "It's hard to say. When did it start counting?"

"The first night you slept over in my room?" Leon threw out. "The night after when we finally put it all out there?... The facility?"

Melissa said, "Pretty sure between the facility to sleepover was our whole "denial-cooties are gross-never gonna happen" phase. Why are you bringing this up, anyway? Is there a forty-six-day anniversary I'm not aware of?"

Leon returned to his original starting point with, "For however long it's been, we've done a lot of talking. Possibly more talking than most couples who have been together for years."

"Our tongues have the greater resiliency due to lack of make-out sessions."

"True. Still, it seems like we've made target practice of every elephant in the room." She turned to eye him as he went on. "I hate to tell you this, but you're kind of very white."

"Still?" Melissa scoffed, tossing a portion of her hair to one side. "I am so suing that plastic surgeon."

"Melissa…"

"Leon…" She focused in on him. "Look, I know you're riled after today, but are you seriously thinking this pathetic town is going to get a lynch mob together to come after us? Might make their butlers and maids do it, sure, but…"

"I'm a Jap, Melissa," Leon reminded her. "I'll admit that things are better here than they are on the west coast, but you're still dating the enemy."

"I'm the enemy, too, Leon," Melissa emphasized. "You think I can somehow hide behind a pretty dress and a string of pearls? That won't change my background. In the end, I'm always going to be the lying, impure, dirty slut who got herself knocked up, thrown in the nuthouse, and royally shattered the image of the perfect all-American family. All of you think being white is this great gift. As soon as you stop towing their bottom line, you're as good as dead to them."

Only engaging in a lengthy stare with her at first, Leon eventually said, "Circles. After the harbor, circles were drawn around us. Then we drew the circles around you guys. Then I moved here and… I wish I had convenient diagram of who exactly to put the hate and blame on."

"Tell me about it," she quietly concurred.

"But Melissa," Leon spoke again, "mixed mutated madness. You're way more up front than other girls. Tell me straight, are you ready for all that?"

Without extended thought, the female mutant said, "If I were to walk away right now, I'd be back in your bed by tonight."

Leon shook his head firmly. "No, you wouldn't. You couldn't make it three yards across the sand before I caught up with you."

With a small shrug, Melissa concluded, "There you go."

Realization seeped in on Leon. "Forty-six days?... You've been counting."

Jaw dropping, Melissa jumped up with a scoff. "I have not! I just picked some random number."

"No, forty or forty-five would have been a guess." Leon stood after her. "Forty-six is too exact. Admit it, you've been keeping track since Day One."

"What do you think you are," she leapt from the rocks, "my period?"

"The mention of that word doesn't leave me in a petrified state." He followed her down. "What else do you do? Buy random records just because they have a single song that reminds you of me?" He noticed her slowed pacing and his eyes enlarged. "You actually do that?"

Without turning around, Melissa called back, "Go fuck a crab."

"Why?" Leon continued after her. "I'm already going out with one."

IIIIIII

When the quad of mutants made their return that evening, the discovery that the day's activities fell far from the standard order of business added on to the fatigue they already experienced. Somehow feeling far worse than they had the previous night at that time, the elders present in the house filled the parlor. The Headmasters pensive in their chairs, Emma seated on the right arm of her husband's, the McCoys on one loveseat, and Victor, as usual chose to stand off to one side.

A bitter snicker echoed from Charles' chest, making them all face the Professor. "A bloody bomb threat."

"None of the cars were tampered with," Hank reiterated. "Student and faculty parking lots were scanned extensively. We were fortunate."

"This time," Erik tacked on pointedly.

Coming in, Alex collapsed into the nearest chair.

Emma regarded him sympathetically. "Sweetheart, you're positively worn."

"Hey, I'm the one who got to play with babies all day. I'm good." Alex sat up straighter. "It was Jam, Mrs. Dukes, and the Braunsteins who came through to pick the shrimptoids up from school."

Raven put forth, "We definitely owe them."

Alex nodded to that. "Cordy cooled down enough to get some food together for the kids. She still says she's not letting a tow budge her car until whoever did it scrubs off all that crap himself."

Victor mumbled, "Whatever's left of him."

"Mommy," Trav's tiny feet rushed him into the parlor, "Daddy."

"Pooh, sweetie, not now," Raven requested as gently as he could. "We're still talking. We'll come have dessert with you in a while."

Sensing something, Emma inquired, "What's the matter, darling?"

Trav scuttled over to the table between the chess chairs. "Max heard them talking at his house. They were saying the bad people that hurt Angie were gonna come for us next for being mutants. Why? We didn't use our powers in school, honest."

Seizing the distraught boy at once, Erik held him to his chest with a firm but comforting shush. "Shhh, Valiant. We know you didn't do anything wrong and no one is coming for us."

"Yes, lamb," Charles leaned over to pat his back, "you mustn't be bothered by Max's exaggerations. He lets his imagination go too far. You know that."

"Come on, honey." Getting up, Raven went to collect her son. "Let's get your sister and the four of us will eat upstairs in front of the TV, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy," Trav brightened.

Hank detached from the loveseat to leave with them.

"Be in Eye Spy if you need me." With a flap of his long brown coat, Victor took off next.

Before anyone else could say anything, the appearance of the young boys trying to creep by sent all their eyes to the parlor entryway.

Alex glanced at his watch. "Are you two just now getting back?"

Eyebrow raised, Erik asked, "And from where exactly?"

"We were just riding our bikes," Frank said, turning to Alex. "You knew that."

"That was three hours ago," the blonde brought up.

"Yeah, well," Scott chose to pipe up, "we had more steam to blow off than we thought."

"And we're home now," Frank pointed out. "Can we drop it?"

"As soon as the two of you drop those flippant attitudes," Charles reproached, rising from his chair. "Tell us where you've been all this time or I will probe both your minds."

Erik moved to stand alongside him, his expression more callous than any words.

Frank let loose a sigh. "We were just scoping around town. Making sure everything's okay."

"Whoa," Alex chimed in, "do not tell me you two were out trying to play hero."

"We were trying to make sure nothing else bad happened," said Scott matter-of-factly. "The toy store, what they did to Angel- we're not stupid. Somebody's going around causing trouble. We just wanted to end it."

"How exactly?" Emma demanded of them. "Endangering yourselves, exposing your powers, risking capture?"

Scott looked her way and relaxed his tone. "We weren't going to use our powers, Em, I swear."

Erik wanted to know, "Then how did you plan to defend yourselves?"

After exchanging a glance, the Eye Scream Team revealed Frank's curved dagger and Scott's deep knife.

Charles stood flabbergasted. "Did you take those from Erik's den?"

"No," Frank answered plainly. "He gave them to us. I got mine on Christmas."

Scott held up his knife. "He got me this while we were living in the country."

Erik admitted, "Yes, I did indeed. However, I gave them to you because I trusted you to use them in your own defense, not to seek out an offense."

"This was defense, Dad," Frank stated adamantly. "I've seen this type of stuff before. Not far from my old neighborhood, these thugs thought tagging was cool. They go from that to destroying property to stabbing people in the street just like they did to Trick. We can't let them start up here."

"Frank," Charles said kindly, "I understand what you're feeling and you're right. But we still cannot allow you lads to run about risking yourselves this way."

"Who else is going to?" Scott asserted. "Huh? My brother's here with the kids and he has BP on top of that, Wolverine has two new kids, Coach and Hank are stretched thin enough between the schools and everything else, and Sean's just praying. At least Leon thought of the bomb. Me and Frank are all that's left. God forbid our Headmasters be around once in a while."

The last statement by the boy produced a stunned wave throughout the room.

Frank's words brought an abrupt end to the silent spell. "Becky's been through enough because of Vanessa. Whoever's against the mixed kids and the Jewish shopkeepers is messing with my sister, my friends, my family, and I'm not having it."

Charles placed a semi-firm grip on the youth's shaking wrist. "Franklin, calm down this instant."

"No!" Frank spat. "That's your problem, Charles. For all these fancy schools you've gone to, you don't know the first thing about life."

When Erik looked ready to scold the boy, Charles squeezed the metal wielder's shoulder to prevent it. "Is that so, Franklin? All you see is yet another product of Westchester every time you look at me, isn't that so?" Frank only shrugged. "You worry about Rebecca- as well you should as her elder brother." The telepath's countenance shifted into a far stonier one that sincerely put Frank off. "I spent years shielding my own sister from this world. Forget scorn and bigotry. Even as a boy, I knew if anyone saw her blue form she would be snatched from me and dissected. And the one night I failed to be there for her resulted in her being assaulted. She would've been killed if not for Erik. I've had to live with the guilt from that night ever since."

Emma almost instantly appeared at his side to offer her soothing touch to his bicep.

Unsure how to respond, Frank only uttered, "Charles…"

"You say I know nothing about life." Charles placed a tight lock on Frank's chin. "Why do you think we watch you so closely? Ensure we know your whereabouts? Enforce discipline as strongly as we do? Because we know this world all too well and exactly what it will do to you if given the chance. And those thoughts plague our minds every moment."

Timidly raising his fingers, Frank connected with the man's lower arm. "I'm sorry, Uncle Charles."

The Professor reeled him into an embrace and delicately stroked his hair.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, too." Scott faced the woman in the room. "Especially you, Emma. I still think about what that mob wanted to do to me. But I'm not scrawny and weak anymore. I'm stronger, better because of what you've taught me. But what about when you're not with us? What then?"

Charles let go of Frank and looked at Erik before he directed, "You lads wash your hands and go to the table for supper. Straight to homework and bed after that. We'll discuss this further tomorrow."

Erik added, "But first, get those weapons tucked away in your rooms. Far out of reach of the other children."

"Yes, sir," they replied together before going to carry out the given instructions.

"They're right," Erik now received the attention of the remaining three, "we seem to be everywhere except here with them these days."

Alex hopped up from his chair at that. "Dad, do not put yourself down. I'm serious. The mutants at the facility need you. Believe me, I know that feeling. You can't take the blame for everything that happens to us."

Emma came to stand between the Headmaster pair. "Mutants yet only human. We have to remember that, gentlemen."

"They're right, brother." Charles turned to him resolutely. "First order of business, we're cancelling everything for tomorrow. The principal, the school board- our children will not be made to fear going to class."

Erik bobbed his head in agreement.

"Come, fearsome warriors. Proper battle plans cannot be made on empty stomachs." Emma guided the way to the dining room.

IIIIIII

Not until the eyelashes stopped fluttering to fight sleep and the green orbs disappeared for the night did the Yiddish lullaby conclude. With a kiss to Becky's temple, Erik switched off her light and went about conducting his rounds. He met Charles at the halfway point of the second level and continued checking on their mutant fledglings together. To Erik's surprise and Charles' humored annoyance, they spotted Brian gripping his crib bars to prop up.

His telepathic father went to gently thump his stomach. "Lay down, you naughty thing."

At the baby's beseeching eyes, Erik attempted a firm, "No, Lab Mouse, you heard Daddy. One more hug is never one more hug with you…" With an internal sigh, he crossed over to the crib. "Last for the night. I mean it."

Charles had to smile despite himself. "Must you spoil him so? He's already your pet."

"Only because he hasn't known me long enough." Giving the fair haired tot another squeeze, Erik placed him on his back and drew the soft quilt over him. "Right to sleep now, Lab Mouse."

Charles gave him Dickon and let his son hold onto his finger to quicker settle into sleep.

As they left the nursery, Erik put forth wistfully, "If only we were able to keep him that way."

"I wouldn't be so sure," said Charles slightly impishly. "Part of me is considering putting in multiple barriers around his mind for his teen years."

Erik rolled his eyes back in jest. "Where were your brilliant ideas during Alex's disagreeable years?"

Charles hummed in thought. "Ever notice how he mainly bickered with you?"

"Coincidence I'm certain."

When they made it to the bedroom occupied by the hip-joined female pair, the two remained in the hall. They kept constant awareness of Angel not caring to have anyone creeping in her room while she slept, due to the terrors of her past often disrupting her dream state.

"Are they asleep?" Erik asked the telepath.

Charles replied, "One of them." He rapped on the door faintly. "Angel, dear? May we come in?"

Glancing up from the novella she tried to distract herself with by the aide of the night stand lamp, the girl answered, "Sure."

When they entered, they took the time to see about a slumbering Samantha and Midnight before taking up space on either side of Angel's bed.

"Would you like to talk now, sweetheart?" Charles offered. "We won't wake your sister. I'll see to it."

Looking between the men, Angel entreated, "Please don't come down hard on Frank and Scott. They only acted because of me. Everything's been because of me."

Ensuring they had eye contact, Erik reaffirmed, "You are not to blame for any of this, Angel."

"I don't mean because I came up with Hearts and Stripes Forever," Angel tried to clarify. "I knew there'd be backlash. I'm talking about how everybody's gotten so up in arms. My teachers, my friends at school. After what I put the X-Men through and even when you let me come back, I never thought that… I've always walked alone. But today, I couldn't even tilt to the side without somebody there propping me up. It's just…" Feeling a rush take over, she covered her face with both hands to get a grip. "Oh my God…"

Inching forward a little, Erik began massaging at the tension between her neck and shoulder. "You're overwhelmed. Unable to breathe. Grateful beyond words yet you still believe you deserve none of it."

Raising her head slowly, Angel proved the picture of dubious. "You stole Charles' mutation."

The Professor laughed softly. "Heaven forbid, my dear."

"My power remains limited to metals." Erik patted Angel's wrists. "I've simply been where you are now." He gestured for her to lay down and she eased against her pillows while continuing to listen to him. "For every challenge I've had to face these past few years- developing my mutation, helping youngsters navigate through their own, rekindling my faith, multiple enemies, recovering from heartbreak," Charles flashed eyes Erik's way while his brother focused on the girl before them, "I've had this new family stand with me through it all. Even when I tried to close myself off to them, acted coldly, deemed myself unworthy they remained firmly in place." Erik smoothed some hair away from her face. "Life comes with a great many trials, Angel. As strong, courageous, and independent as you are, it's alright to feel vulnerable and afraid. That's why you have us now."

Taking her right hand, Charles said, "Hate is so vicious and lethal. That's why I have no tolerance for it in this house. But as destructive as hate is, this family has proven that love and loyalty are stronger."

Struggling to absorb the words of the equally powerful men, Angel could only respond, "Thank you."

Erik asked, "Do you want Charles to help you sleep? Or, if you like, I can sing for you."

Appearing a great many years younger in that moment, the girl requested, "Both? Please."

Laying a hand on her forehead, Charles coaxed her into a peaceful drift while ensuring Erik's lullaby trickled into her dreams.

IIIIIII

To anyone unfamiliar with the household who ventured into the dining room, it seemed as if all present represented color schemes affiliated with nations yet to be built. Erik, Charles, and Hank all wore crisp white dress shirts with striped ties representing their X-Men uniforms. Victor wore his usual uniform, but had swapped out his regular tie for a black and white one. Though they had needed to dash off for the city, Logan had gone out in an old green and black shirt of his while Kayla had chosen a dress in teal and honey horizontal stripes. From her rarity collection, Emma had on a dress of zig-zagged mauve and white. Raven's dress came with sky blue and silver stripes.

Alex dressed for his first class of the day in a collared maroon and white shirt. Leon sported one similar to it with navy. Scott chose a white collar as well and wore a fall sweater in orange, harvest gold, green, and red over it. Maya commented on how her seafoam green and white attire made her feel like a dazzling celebrity in a toothpaste commercial. Sean joked about how he looked like an escaped convict in head to toe black and white. Cordelia wore yellow and brown in her skirt and blouse with matching headband. A beaming Samantha twirled around in her tiger print dress. Raven had dressed Kiki in a skirt and her bumblebee sweater and refused to argue with Trav wanting a striped tie like his father and uncles. Going with that idea as well, Cody wore one of his father's shirts plus his special tiger jacket from Adrienne. After obtaining permission, Joey had used fabric paint to create multiple stripes on a white shirt of his.

Of the numerous Hearts and Stripes Forever samples gifted to her, Becky selected her long pink and yellow skirt and lighter pink top that depicted tabby kittens on the front.

To no surprise, Angel's long-sleeve, knee-length dress in the pattern of the American flag received the greatest reactions. "Thanks, everybody. This is the biggest zebra herd I've ever seen."

"There's going to be even more at school," Sean told her. "Russ and the other kids from Temple. We really extended the prayer chain."

Cordelia said, "Fabian's in on this, too."

Charles looked at her. "I take it you don't want your car towed today, either."

Dark expression forming, Cordelia responded, "If it comes with a hose, soapy water, an apology, and pleading at Angel's feet, absolutely."

"Cordelia, now you're being absurd." Erik then went on with, "They're unfit to kneel to her feet."

"Then they'll simply have to make it a public declaration of regret," Emma proposed. "I'm sure we can obtain a megaphone and rent the town square for a few minutes."

"There you are," Raven said of the late-comer.

Wearing his "Go Team USA" sweatshirt, Frank started to say something until he shared a, "Cooooool," commentary with Angel over their unplanned matching colors.

Taking over his usual chair, Frank told the room, "I was on the phone with Tony and his folks. Are. Mad. They called all the other bussed kids' parents together and they're planning on storming the principal's office. They're talking about reaching every news outlet in New York if something isn't done."

About ready to rocket from her seat, Maya exclaimed, "Westchester High will be mortified for life! Yes!"

Victor said wryly, "Don't get too shook up now, kiddo. We know this is painful."

"This is so cool." Cody folded his hands together in a plead. "Can we please skip school and go with you to egg the place?"

Joey tried, "We'll learn better that way."

"Now, Charles, Codicat," the elder Charles chided, though he smiled, "we are going down there as a peaceful community of concerned parents and fellow educators."

"Yeah and besides, if I'm stuck going to class," Raven pointed out the grade-schoolers, "you guys are stuck going to class."

At the doorbell, Victor hurried to his feet. "I'll handle it." He shared a knowing glance with the other adults. "Just in case." However, less than a minute later he returned with a friendlier face than anticipated. "I think it's for you, Angie."

"Ben." Angel got up to properly greet him. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay? Your family?"

"Ah, they're waiting in the car where they belong," he waved off. "Thing is, we just happened to be driving aimlessly through the nicest houses in town and since we didn't get pulled over by the cops, I thought you'd maybe like to ride to school together. And, you know, in the event of trouble, I could hurl my body in front of yours in outstanding heroic fashion. At least, that's how it plays out in my head. In all likelihood, I'll probably trip over a rock and fall on you."

Giggling at the image created in her mind, Angel said, "I'd love to. Like you wouldn't believe."

"Terrific. Oh and hey," removing a small black box from his pocket, Ben dipped to a single knee, causing the clinking of multiple utensils from those there to witness, "since we're cohabitating lockers, I was thinking you ought to make an honest guy out of me." He peeled back the lid.

At the oversized ring she found inside, Angel took out the plastic trinket. "Boy, you know you play too much." As soon as she slid it onto her finger, it began to light up. "Ooh!"

"A Green Lantern power ring?" A wide-eyed Sean stood to closer inspect it. "Ben, seriously?"

"Sean, we discussed this." Ben gave him a placating thump on the shoulder. "We agreed that when the Earth split in half from its core and I had a girlfriend, too, I would completely disregard our friendship and only call upon you during my own time of need."

"I know, I know," Sean sighed. "But I swear, if we weren't both such utter dweebs, this would so be over."

Becky admitted, "I was kind of hoping it was a real proposal."

"Me, too," the older girls concurred languorously.

Kiki attempted to imitate their dreamy-eyed expressions and Hank shook his head.

"You young ladies," Charles called to order, "need to finish your breakfasts and get your school bags. That goes for you young men as well. Alex, Leon, Raven, do be a good example. And for God's sake, Benjamin, invite your family into the living room."

All youngsters hesitated not in carrying out the Headmaster's commands.

IIIIIII

"Hi, Mrs. Howlett."

"Good morning, Mrs. Howlett."
"Hello, Mrs. Howlett."

"Good morning," Kayla returned brightly to the incoming students. Once she had the full class load, she strolled over to shut the door. "We're all on time this morning. Much improved." At the amount of whispers and pointing taking place due to the packages that filled her desk and the floor around it, Kayla spoke their thoughts out loud. "I'm sure you're all wondering what I brought in today." Moving back and forth between the desks, "Effective immediately, we will have an enforced dress code." She carried on despite the many groans and annoyed sighs. "You will arrive for class with hair neatly combed, teeth brushed, face washed, and shoes cleaned and polished. For you young ladies, pants will not be permitted. You're to be in skirts and dresses with opaque tights depending on the weather. You may compliment them with appropriate tops and blouses. If you're uncertain, check with me or another adult here. As for you gentlemen, you're expected to dress like gentlemen. Meaning no blue jeans. Trousers, khakis, and slacks with shirts tucked in. If you come in wearing a ball cap, I'm confiscating it for a week. Depending on how well everyone heeds this new policy, I will give consideration to casual Fridays. Are there any questions?"

While many hands shot up, one of the tardy males from the previous morning stood straight. "Miss Howlett, you must be out your mind. The only reason we're even in this fifty cent school is because the people running this place say we have to. I don't even know why we're wasting time with school. It's not like it's gonna count for anything. We ain't nothin' but some rats in hiding in here."

Waiting for his tirade to conclude, Kayla came back with, "First thing, that's Mrs. Howlett. Second, you will hold any questions or concerns you have until you have been called on. Third," her tone shifted significantly, "you better park that attitude as well as your behind in that chair while it is still comfortable to do so. I have two sons of my own, one still in diapers, and I've been up since five o'clock this morning. Care to see how far out of my mind I truly am?"

Bravado shot down right along with his rear in his seat, teenager gave a rapid but distinct, "No, ma'am."

"As for what you said," Kayla's voice eased but remained firm, "I want it out of your mind this instant. I want all of you to forget every disparaging comment, horrible insult, and any other mean-spirited words said against you. I know when you look at me, all you see is another uptight teacher, but I'm here to tell you, who you are? Who I am? Many of us are people of color, a couple of you unwed parents or from broken homes yourselves, some abused, left to feel unwanted, and the lesser species according to this society's standards. My children, we are the same. My father had to enter an educational system dominated by a group of people that tried to kick him at every turn. But he persevered, became a physician, saved countless lives, and brought numerous children into the world, including his first grandchild. So, it's true, you will face difficult times when you leave here. That is why I am here to equip you with the tools you need to combat it all with intelligence, dignity, and refinement. Now," she went over to her assortment of goods, "please line up two by two beginning with the first row. We have laundry facilities available so these clothes and shoes are to be kept in clean and ironed condition. Should I find them otherwise, we'll be switching over to uniforms. Is that understood, everyone?"

With varying levels of enthusiasm, they chorused, "Yes, Mrs. Howlett."

"Should any of you have any comfort or size issues, let me know immediately and I'll see to the mending this week." After she finished dispensing the different boxes to everyone, Kayla directed a finger towards the wall clock. "You have thirty minutes to change, fix your hair, and return to your seats. Those who take any longer will be kept after class for the time wasted." She reiterated, "Thirty minutes. Off you go now."

Most of them chattering with glee on the way out, several others could only gawk at the brand new garments in marveled disbelief.

IIIIIII

When the number of concerned parents and opinionated faculty members overtook the main office to the point of creating human flooding in the hall, the much sought after Principal Newman broadcasted his decree of an emergency assembly. In a cluster consisting of her fellow X-Men, the Acolyte teens, as well as Ben and several of their friends, Angel tried to ignore the nerve-wrecking ball of heat she felt forming with intensity in her stomach.

Ben looked at her every so often, keeping their hands locked. Sean and Fabian seemed more focused on playing bodyguard against anyone ready to cross the threshold of peace. Cordelia, heightened by heeled boots and curvy physique making her appearance all the less vulnerable, moved with a challenging elegance. The much shorter Maya maintained a glib air in regards to her longtime classmates, only caring for those who surrounded her now. Sporting the widest smile, Samantha looked like something of an oddball yet her contentment also gave her eeriness as well. Collin somewhat behaved like her, snickering to himself every so often, obviously not intimidated by the high-income crowd. Frank acted much the same, but kept his face straighter and more determined.

After having to stand in line as if waiting on Beach Boy concert tickets, they at last gained entry into the crowded auditorium. They spotted Charles, Erik, and Emma who remained standing near a wall by the double doors. Emma and Charles dipped their heads in acknowledgement of their young ones while Erik stayed stony with arms crossed and shades on. However, they all got the feeling that the metal wielder concentrated on them the most. Scanning the space for Hank, Sean saw him amongst some of the other teachers by the stage steps.

The striped herd chose the center rows of seating, where various types of people, particularly Tony's parents and sister, had opted to sit as well. However, it could not be missed the way several Hispanics lingered off to themselves, with many whites to one side of the room and blacks the other. Though she knew such an arrangement would be almost unavoidable, it still perturbed Angel. Ben's arm around her and Samantha's head on her shoulder soothed her, though.

Making his debut at the podium, Principal Newman spoke directly into the microphone. "Good morning, everyone- if you can call it that." This elicited a few chuckles, though most kept their sobriety on firmly. "We are here today to address the vicious act of vandalism committed against several members of the student body yesterday that led to suspicion of a bomb threat. Quite thankfully, no ill-activity was discovered."

"No ill-activity?" A man with a heavy Latin accent shot from his seat. "My wife called me out of work to tell me our daughter may have been attacked. I damn near shattered every red light between here and Queens and you have the nerve to act like it's all peachy-keen around here?"

"That's Carmen's dad," Frank whispered to the group.

Samantha noticed the way the girl glowed over her forceful father. The blonde girl remembered the presence of Charles, Erik, Emma, and Hank and decided her supporters superior.

A blonde woman in casual business attire stood from the opposite side of the room. "I am sick and tired of everyone's concerns going out to these bussed students. What about the children who have lived and attended school in this community most of their lives?"

"She's right," came from a man behind her. "Our kids never had a worry in the world going to school until this bussing program was imposed."

Marcella Aremu, Tony's mother, leapt up. "They begged us to allow our children to take part of this program."

"Yes!" Barine Aremu stood right along his wife. "Our children brought the diversity, the grades, the test scores. You promised to protect them and you failed!"

On the opposite end, multiple parents became ignited. "I will remind you that not every colored child in this school is bussed here."

"That's right! My oldest son graduated valedictorian only three years ago and there are three other black families in walking distance of us alone."

"Everyone, please," Principal Newman attempted to speak over them.

Ignoring him, another dark skinned man took to his feet, jabbing a finger at those across from him. "You put this hatred and violence in your children and you want to turn around and play victim? Not one of these lockers tagged belonged to a white student."

Rising suddenly, Angel yelled out, "Yes, they did! Most of them in fact. The majority of the mixed race students are half white. In fact, you have no proof white kids are the ones behind this."

Many of the black parents present promptly scoffed and rejected the very notion.

"Hey!" Tony chose to get up now. "Angel's right! All I saw on the lockers was "go back to the jungle" and them calling us animals. I didn't see the "N" word anywhere."

Murmurs of, "Hey, he's right," began over that.

Voice up several decibels, Principal Newman decreed, "We will have order!" Gesturing to the girl still up, he petitioned, "Miss Salvadore, I know this matter is closest to home for you." He tapped the microphone. "If you would please…"

Heart ready to sink to the depths of her belly, Angel's legs somehow powered her. She passed the adults from the mansion on her way and her Headmasters regarded her with the greatest silent backing while Emma squeezed her wrist quickly.

"Stand straight now," she heard Hank coach as she came up the steps.

Though he stepped back from the podium to give it to her, Principal Newman remained nearby, gaze on those before them.

Glad she had gone out in heels that day so as to actually see over the podium, Angel breathed in and out before beginning. "Hello, everyone. I really want to thank you all for coming out today. For those of you who don't know, my name is Angel Salvadore. I'm a model with the Frost Agency. I mostly work part-time so I have enough time to do this whole kid thing. I started Hearts and Stripes Forever. A lot of people think it's this great big ploy for civil rights. Its real purpose is about legitimizing the mixed race and shining a light on different kinds of beauty. I am black, but I am also white. For my entire life, there's been no safe place for me; no real inclusion. So many whites look at me as this "impure" thing and blacks constantly scorn me out of jealousy, anger, whatever it is. Do you know how hard it is to have the parts of yourselves constantly at war with each other? One making remarks about the other, not caring that what they say is also an attack on you? You all are so busy going at it over what makes you different that you can't see how alike you are. Blacks have one team, whites have one team, Hispanics, Asians- what about us? None of you know and for too long, none of you have cared."

At her shaking shoulders, Mr. Nelson chose to step over. "Pardon me, Miss Salvadore." Angel stayed on stage, but surrendered the podium to him. "Yes, hello, my name is Ted Nelson. I've taught history here for fifteen years and have been the department head for the last five. Angel Salvadore is one of my top students." The girl managed a small, but shy smile. "When I saw the injustice done to her and the other students, I was outraged. After a night's rest, I woke up livid. However, I am not angry at whoever carried out this vicious joke. No, my anger goes to myself and every adult here." Despite the surprised responses, he continued. "Why should this child have to stand here and instruct grown people how to behave? Generation after generation, we have taught our young ones to hate, misjudge, and fear what they don't understand. Even beyond race relations, I've had to deal with countless cases of hallway bullying for every ludicrous reason imaginable. We're so prepared to hunt down the troublemakers. Perhaps the accountability should begin with the men and women in this room."

Various reactions resulted, many solemn and pensive.

Angel leaned over towards the microphone again. "Thank you, Mr. Nelson and thank you, Principal Newman, for calling us all together this way. I can't stand what happened, but to have my family, friends, and even people who barely know me standing strong with me means everything. Not just my mixed people, but all my people. Whether the vandals are caught or not, they won't be scaring me away. I'm here to stay- at least until graduation then I'm flying out of here."

It surprised her at the actual laughter that sounded. Ben leading the applause became the real music to her ears.

Erik said to Charles, "I'm surprised you don't have words prepared for them."

"I did," Charles admitted, a proud radiance present on him. "But she delivered them far more beautifully."

Watching the girl so young, Emma stated, "As she does everything."

IIIIIII

Blaster oiled and reloaded, he locked it inside its regular case. Estevan glanced over in time to see his suit and tie adorned son enter the sizable study.

"Mi chico guapo," the man acknowledged, receiving a smile from his boy. "Come, tell me the sordid details of your academic unrest."

"Father," with something of a daze about his eyes, Fabian detailed, "it was like nothing I've seen before. You should have been there, Papi. The assembly, the cafeteria- many of the freshman swapped their lunch period for the day to be able to eat with us."

Estevan went around to review some things on his desk. "Many would move the Earth for the privilege of dining with you, mijo."

"It was more than that, Papi," Fabian emphasized. "Through mere words and standing her ground, Angel brought about tremendous solidarity. It's all made me wonder…"

At the trailing, Estevan lifted his head. "Wonder what, mijito?"

"Papi," the teenager neared the massive desk, "do you think it's possible for us to explore other dynamics to aid our cause? I know how many are likely to turn against mutants, but won't there also be those humans willing to fight with us? Perhaps we should focus on reaching them and worry about the opposition when we come to it."

With a pair of blinks, the wide-shouldered man gave into low laughter. "Oh my Fabian, there are times I forget how much of a boy you still are."

Despondence overtook Fabian's excitement. "But Father…"

"Color issues in this country are a joke. Of course, a positively gorgeous model with award-winning smile is going to win the crowd's favor. It also helps that she's now part of the right zip code." Estevan stepped around to come closer to his son. "We both know who and what she once was." He slipped hands into the pockets of his trousers. "How many do you think would stand behind a downtrodden whore on a street corner?"

"None," Fabian knew.

"Exactly." Estevan patted his cheek. "While I'm thrilled that this school day was not as overwhelmingly mundane for you as all the others, do not let the X-Men's idealism influence you. Now, go on and change. We have must to debrief before the next assignment."

"Papi, I was really hoping to see Cordelia tonight…"

Reaching over, Estevan flipped through a file. "You and Miss Frost can partake in the hormone dance this weekend. Telephone her if you like- once all of your responsibilities are out of the way of course."

"Of course, Papi." With a bob of his head, the young man took his leave of his father's workspace.

IIIIIII

Studying the tip of his sharp hunting knife, Scott tossed out, "You ever miss it?"

Returning from his pondering about how much chastisement awaited them, Frank looked at him. "Miss what?"

"Our house in the country. Sure, it was small- pretty cozy- the pipes weren't the greatest, and we had more chores, still we were out there by ourselves. And when we did go to town, people were friendly."

"Yeah, they were," Frank remembered. "The richest ones were probably whoever owned the shoe store or that big bakery. It was pretty nice. Just don't think I could trade here for it."

"I know," Scott said and grew quiet.

When the Headmasters finally joined them in the parlor, the Eye Scream Team experienced a spell of déjà vu. Scott's first couple weeks with them, power displays, and woods related misadventures replayed in their minds. The men took the sofa directly across from the youthful pair.

To no one's surprise, the Professor began things. "With everything that's taken place, we've done some thinking of our own. While we are not happy with how you lads went about it, we must applaud your intentions. I try to emphasize how much hatred has no place in this house. In a way, you two took those teachings to heart by seeking to stop it in its tracks. Not only for our sake, but out of concerns for the harm that could have fallen on our neighbors."

"Thanks, Charles," Frank responded then assured, "we only brought weapons to scare them so we wouldn't have to use our powers. We weren't really looking to hurt anyone, even if it sounded tempting."

"We know that, boychick," said Erik. "There's always been this yearn within the two of you to protect those you love, even if it means putting your own well-being on the line. I can't imagine where you've picked up such wayward behavior…"

Scott instantly smirked. "Gee whiz, no idea."

"You're getting older," Charles brought up. "And day by day, you are growing into the leaders we know you are meant to be. And it is true that leaders must take initiative and even make command decisions. However, you're still quite young and must think these things through more carefully."

"Yes, Charles," Scott replied and Frank added, "We will."

Erik announced, "We have decided not to punish you this time. However, if you even consider acting alone this way again, we will act out full consequences on your bare backsides. Are we understood?"

"Yes, sir," the teenagers spoke to each man.

"Now, let's say you burn away the rest of this steam with a spot of training," Charles proposed. "Alex and Leon want you downstairs for hand-to-hand."

Hastening up, Frank and Scott rushed to get into appropriate workout attire.

"And you," Charles said firmly once alone with his brother, "do not try to sneak in any little toys or trinkets for them. I know you're bustling with pride over this."

An unmoved Erik countered plainly, "As are you, Professor. Or did I imagine Emma bringing home that great big chocolate cake?"

The telepath claimed, "That is for Angel… mostly."

Thanks to the bell, Erik could not refute as he got up to investigate the visitor.

II

Mugs of hot chocolate warm for their sipping, the boy and girl dawdled together on the backyard fountain. The water feature remained off due to the winter.

"Believe it or not," Ben's voice only complimented the setting sun, "what you said today really spoke to me personally."

Angel adjusted herself against his shoulder. "It did?"

"Mmhmm," he nodded. "The Messianic Movement is still new. Traditional Jews hate seeing us mix with gentiles, let alone worship with them. It's the same way with regular Christians, wanting to reject the Old Testament altogether. It was so hard when my dad married a shiksa. My family's just glad there hasn't been another attack on the Temple, though we still wish we knew who did it."

A lump developed in Angel's throat over not being able to shed light on that matter. "Somebody ignorant. The same ones who did this. You know, Ben," he faced her, "the more I get to know you, the more I see what we have in common."

"Maybe because we actually chose to get to know each other," Ben pointed out. "It's like you said earlier. All anybody ever focuses on are the differences. Me? I like your differences, Angel. No other girl could get me the way you do."

Angel activated the light feature on her Green Lantern ring. "Aren't you glad our books are living together?"

With a short laugh, Ben thought about something. "Can't believe how many Christ overtones GL has."

"What do you mean?" Angel wondered curiously.

"Haven't you ever heard the Lantern oath?"

She guessed, "Truth, justice, and the American way."

"Girl, you know you play too much." Smiling with her, Ben raised her ring adorned hand. "No, it's… in brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil's might, beware my power- Green Lantern's light."

After he concluded, they lingered in a few seconds of amicable silence until Angel closed her eyes and tilted her head a certain way. Taking the cue, Ben reached in to allow their lips to meet. So engrossed, they tipped over inside the fountain.

"Oh my God," Angel said to spilling her hot chocolate on his coat, "I'm so sorry- oh man!" She covered her face sheepishly.

"Hey, hey," simply brushing the moisture off, Ben prodded her hands away to see her eyes, "this isn't the runway, remember?"

"Yeah, I do…" Angel stared back at him adoringly until the voice in her head took her attention away.

Angel, Charles petitioned her, pardon my intrusion, but we would like to see you in the parlor. Bring Ben if you like.

"Are you okay?" Ben asked of her suddenly confused expression.

"I think I hear somebody calling me." She pushed herself up, hanging onto his hand.

II

In a pensive pace, the Headmasters spoke not a word until the pair of young people made their way into the parlor.

Angel asked, "Is everything okay?"

Noticing the one positioned in a chair, Ben greeted, "Oh hey, Mark. I was glad to see the store re-open today. How are your folks?" He frowned at his Temple member's lack of response.

Charles piped up, "It seems Mr. Mendel has quiet the fascinating— albeit asinine and troubling- story to share. Go on, Mr. Mendel."

Inhaling and exhaling, the thin youth in glasses admitted, "I know who's responsible for breaking our windows and tagging the lockers." Angel stood in a mix of startle and relief. "… It was my friends."

"You can't be serious." Angel shook her head. "Your own friends did you like that? I am so sorry."

"Don't be," Mark said immediately. "I helped them do it."

A resounding, "What?" burst from Angel and Ben.

Mark hastened to explain. "It was stupid, okay? Some older guys at school promised to help me out if I sort of helped them become town legends before graduation. They swore no one would really be hurt. I deactivated our security alarm after closing so they could smash up a store window without a ton of retaliation. I thought it was okay since we have insurance and it was just glass. I didn't have anything to do with the tagging, but they told me it was just to cause a stir and ruffle a few feathers. Become these chaos ghosts around town. I had no idea they were going to wreck Cordelia Frost's car. And after the bomb threat and what you said at school… I knew I couldn't let it go on."

Angel remained too taken aback to say anything.

Chiming in at last, Erik said, "You allowed an anti-semantic attack on your own family's property to receive the approval of a group of dim-witted spineless neanderthals?"

"They helped me get on the basketball team," Mark urged. "I go to parties, girls notice me. Mr. Lehnsherr, you can't possibly understand and neither can Ben. I hate being the kike in class."

The look that appeared on Charles' face seemed capable of gusting up a tornado right then and there. "Speak that word so much as once more, young man, and you will leave here without your tongue."

Angel's eyebrows bounced at the Professor's fury.

"I'm sorry!" Mark apologized. "But it's true."

"Are you out of your mind?" Ben demanded. "I'm ethnically Jewish, too. You think I haven't faced trouble since moving here?"

"It's not the same!" Mark insisted. "You don't have this big, stupid nose or this disgusting frizzy hair! For crying out loud, you're dating a model! My older siblings are over twenty-one with lives of their own. My parents are too old to have a clue what I'm going through! So yeah, I made a devil deal. And I regret it like you wouldn't believe."

Angel wore a weak smile. "So all of this was just about a bunch of dumb boys having their kicks? Do you know the hell you've put my family through?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Mark chanted. "I didn't think it would be that big a deal to you. You're so pretty and perfect- but what you said at the assembly… you really do know what a nightmare life is, don't you?"

Angel concurred with, "Boy, you have no idea."

"Listen, listen." Mark's voice grew pleading. "I'll give up the names, but please don't tell my parents."

"Don't tell your—" Charles nearly received whiplash at the way he twisted his head. "I'm resisting every urge not to take my own belt to you right here and now and you honestly believe we aren't going to telephone your parents?"

"Please keep my family out of it!" Mark beseeched. "Please, sir. Please, Mr. Lehnsherr! We'll be shamed. Our store could be attacked for real. Please, please!"

Holding up his hand to stop the boy's ranting, Erik looked to the girl present. "Angel, what do you think?"

The female mutant considered that. "Look, I'm mad," she pointed at Mark, "but he's pitiful. I don't want anything bad to happen to his family. I really want all of this to be over. If we could get the guys who did this, everybody can finally stop agonizing over other attacks."

"You're quite right, sweetheart," Charles agreed then faced the wayward youth present. "Alright, Mr. Mendel, while we will be speaking with your parents, we're also going to keep this as quiet as we can. Tomorrow morning, we will go to the principal's office and I will use my influence to protect you, but you have to disclose all responsible for this."

"Yes, sir," Mark guaranteed. "I swear. And Angel," he got to his feet, "I really am sorry."

Angel looked at him. "Well, assuming you don't get shipped to reform school or anything, maybe you can sit with us at lunch tomorrow."

Ben quipped, "You know, if you're still able to sit."

Clamping a hand down on Mark's shoulder at that, Erik said, "Speaking of, let's be off. Your parents and I have much to discuss."

Angel tried not to laugh at the way the sophomore whimpered walking by her.

Left alone with the remaining teens, Charles went to his charge. "Are you alright, love?"

"Yeah," Angel really thought about it, "still spinning a little, but I'm okay."

Charles next focused on the boy in the room. "Would you like to join us for dinner this evening, Ben?"

"Thanks, Professor. I'll call my folks." Ben shared a strong gaze with Angel as he went in search of an available phone.

"So, what are you really thinking?" At Angel's incredulity, Charles chided, "Don't give me that look. I want to hear it from you."

"Mixed kids now as fun to target as Jews…" Angel scowled. "I'm too mad this is technically a step forward from invisible."

"You're no more invisible than the Hope Diamond," Charles asserted with an affectionate tug to her arm. "Only rarer and more valuable."

Angel laid her head on his chest in a hug. "Thank you, Charles."

Sensing she meant that for greater reason than his words, the Professor placed secure arms around the precious jewel.