X-Men-First Class: Rise or Fall

Chapter Two Hundred Fifty-Seven

Author's Word:… Good day, fam! Or is it? I have a certain monthly visitor who is terribly late (NOT for that reason, don't even go there). It's doing that obnoxious thing where it wants to lure me into tranquility so it can cut me completely unaware. In the meantime, I'm going crazy, crazy. Writing, writing. Must, must. Constantly, constantly. *Scans general area suspiciously with fingers simultaneously glued to keyboard* Please enjoy and review!

A little over five minutes after the food made its way onto the table, almost the entire household found their own way into the dining room. However, some attention spans proved greater than others with minds everywhere except in unison.

"Scott Summers," Emma beckoned again, attempting to rest her powers for the first time that day, "dinner is not a suggestion! Please get to this table."

To Samantha and Angel completely enthralled by a Westchester University pamphlet, Charles said, "Ladies, while I wholeheartedly welcome the WU enthusiasm, I'll remind you there's no reading at the table."

"Sorry, Charles." Angel tucked the colorful leaflet away.

"At least she's excited," Alex pointed out, regarding the other three seniors skeptically. "Unlike the zombie crew over here."

"You all have been rather quiet of late," Charles noted.

"Really tired," claimed Maya. "Lots of stuff going on."

"Out of it," mumbled Sean, holding up his head with his hand.

Cordelia used her fork to deeply stab a potato. "All of the above."

"Midterms will not last forever," Kayla reminded them.

"And neither can dinner." Emma rang out once more, "Scott!"

"Here!" The slim boy sped into the dining room to take his chair. "Sorry, sorry. But I had to run the iron over my creases."

"Oh Scott, not again." Emma shook her head. "You are going to burn a hole in those slacks at this rate."

"They have to be perfect, Em," Scott emphasized, accepting the different dishes to begin filling his plate. "Shoes shining, collar stiff as a board, buttons gleaming—"

"Sleigh bells ringing," Cody chimed in with a sing-song tone.

"Cram it, Cody." Scott aimed a menacing spoon at him. "This week is extremely important for ROTC. You'd think you of all people would be able to appreciate that."

"Who says I don't?" Cody countered. "You're just suckin' all the fun out of it."

"Alright, fellas," Logan addressed them both, "at ease."

"Ease?" Scott repeated in disbelief. "Members of the United States Air Force are coming to my school to size me up, eat my baked goods, present me with awards, and listen to me speak. "Explain to me how I'm supposed to be at ease. This is a huge deal."

"Not to argue that point," Erik spoke, "but you do realize you live with two servicemen already, yes?"

"Erik," Scott used a slow paced tone, "we're talking about the United. States. Air. Force. Not the United. States. Army. They get enough attention."

"Meh," Victor shrugged, "I'll accept that."

"Sounds about right," Logan concurred.

"Raven," Scott petitioned next, "desserts for Wednesday?"

The shapeshifter responded, "Cupcake-donut assembly line at your service beginning at 1400 hours."

"Yes!" Scott grinned. "Thanks a bunch. Most of the other guys are bringing cookies. I bet next to no one will have actual homemade donuts."

Frank asked, "Wednesday is for recruitment, right?"

"Recruitment?" echoed Erik with a raised eyebrow.

Scott explained, "It's basically for the eighth-graders. All the different branches will be there to answer questions."

"Isn't that a little young?" Erik reasoned.

Leon stated, "Not to get the wheels turning."

As dinner progressed, Erik eyed the glowing younger Summers boy every so often. After the table cleared, he retreated with Charles into the parlor for drinks.

At his brother's clear vexation, the telepath asked, "Is it Simeon?"

"No." Turning away from the fireplace with his brandy, Erik took over his chess chair. "It's… Scott and this military zeal."

Part of Charles had guessed that to be the culprit all along. "Erik," he bobbed his head a bit to ensure eye contact with his brother, "it is only a uniform. It has no power in and of itself. I hate the memories that it stirs in you, but think about Scott. His memories of his parents are scant at best. That's not something either of us can say. He needs this connection to his father as well as our support."

Taking a short drink, the metal wielder knew he could not deny the truth in the younger man's words.

IIIIIII

Zipping up her last heeled boot, Maya looked towards the now knocking door. "Come in."

Taking the invitation, Logan stepped inside. "Hey, Smiley."

"Hey." She stayed in place long enough to accept the peck he applied to the top of her head. In a beige skirt and white top, Maya stood as she summoned over the lime green sweater coat.

"You're just about a pro at that," Logan remarked.

Shrugging into the garment, Maya said, "Thank the Magneto School for Emotional Abuse for that one. But don't tell him I said that. He'll think he's doing something right."

"I'd be the last to spread that rumor." Logan also noted, "See you changed up your hair, too."

"Kind of spur of the moment." Maya bounced a section of the deep beach waves. "Do you like it?"

"You'd be hard-pressed to find somethin' I didn't like about you, Smiley."

Going to her vanity, she asked, "Then why are you wearing that face?"

"I'll tell you like I tell the rest of the kids." Logan took a seat on the side of her bed, facing her. "I was born with this mug. If I can live with it, so can you."

With a small laugh, Maya clarified, "I mean your "not so pleased" face."

"Listen, Smiley," the man let off a slight sigh, "this isn't altogether easy for me. Boy problems, those I know pretty well. But you girls are another story. Especially a million-dollar jackpot like you. Lately, though, it feels like there's a couple galaxies between us."

"A lot's different this year," Maya reasoned, looking back at him. "Kay's new job, Cody's power problems, and of course Mira and Toddy."

Logan gazed at her squarely. "Am I not around enough for you? Is Fox?"

"No," Maya answered immediately. "You guys haven't done anything. It's me. My head is pretty much everywhere, but I'm still me. Just, hopefully, a little better; braver."

"You've been that all along," Logan told her, reaching out to cup her chin. "You know that no matter what you're goin' through, we're right here, Smiley, day or night. You know that?"

Maya moved to sit in his lap and relax against his shoulder. "Of course I do."

With a smile of his own, Logan stood with her in his clutch. Giving her a squeeze, he spun in place with the now squealing girl.

II

"I'm leaving!" the scuttling blonde announced loud enough for whatever authority figure available to hear.

On route through the second floor himself, Charles caught her wrist at the top of the stairs. "Samantha Ferguson, I know you don't think you're going to school in blue jeans of all things."

"Oh no," the girl indicated her bag, "I'm changing before class. This is just for the ride. Collin's picking me up on his scooter, remember?"

"Ah, yes." He released her. "On your way then."

As she started down, she glanced back at his keeping in step with her. "Where are you going?"

With a particular smile in place, the man replied, "I only want to say hello to the chap."

"Uncle Charles…"

"Now, now, off you go." He prodded her forward. "Walk- don't run. A lady must not and need not ever rush out to a gentleman caller."

When they made it to the foyer, Samantha got into her white coat, but immediately noticed the significantly larger blonde out front. "Oh no…" She started to hurry, but with Charles' words in mind, she instead walked out at a steady pace.

Hiding his amusement, Charles came right behind her, deciding his suit jacket protection enough against winter for a moment.

Running a hand along the body of the scooter, Victor asked, "Good gas mileage?"

"Oh yeah," Collin guaranteed.

"About…" Victor guessed, "Thirty miles per hour?"

"With Marco's upgrades, I can get up to forty easily." Collin then hastened to add, "Not that I have any need to go above ten."

"Collin." As if shielding him with her form, Samantha wrapped arms around him.

"Hey, pretty kitty," the boy grinned, latching onto her. He immediately cleared his throat. "Morning, Professor."

"Good morning, Collin," the Englishman returned. "How are you? Your brother?"

"I'm okay. He's bad."

"I doubt that," Charles chuckled. "Well, I have a full day ahead of me. Have a wonderful one yourselves, children."

Victor made it a point to assist Samantha with her helmet. "Be safe now."

"Yes, Daddy." Samantha brought arms around the driver's middle.

With a final nod to the two men, Collin took off in what could easily be mistaken for a desperate getaway.

"Such a nice lad he's becoming." Charles then felt the need to ask, "You have his prints on files, yes?"

"Better," the older man answered. "Adrienne's number."

IIIIIII

Elated brown eyes scanning every inch of the extensive document, verbal reaction returned to the young model in the form of a giddy shriek to compliment bouncy toes.

"Fordham University." Angel flashed a wide smile at him. "I knew they'd snatch you up."

"Glad one of us was in on that." Ben swapped books at his locker. "This is going to be the chance I've been waiting for, Angel. I'll get to study Judaism, Christianity, World History, language, all this stuff like I never have before." His expression dampened somewhat. "The downside is that date nights are about to take a hit. I received a couple grants, but I have to push my GPA to a 3.8 to qualify for better scholarships. My parents put some away, but I don't want them struggling."

"Hey, do not even worry about it. You do your thing," Angel backed. "In fact, why don't we stay in for a while? Your place, my place- we can fight off senioritis together."

Standing in awe, Ben replied, "I knew seventeen years of prayer and star wishes would land me the girl of my dreams. Oh, and as soon as it gets warm, I have to take you to see the North Bronx campus. It is gorgeous."

"You're going to the North Bronx campus?" Angel's eyes widen with euphoria. "Oh my God, that's not even forty minutes from here."

Ben said coyly, "I may have read a few maps…"

"Baby!" A leaping Angel threw arms around his neck.

Ben wrapped his own around her closely, going in a circle. "In the meantime," he lowered her onto her feet again, "let's get to work on finishing up this little… high school thingy."

"Yeah, that garbage," Angel waved off.

Getting his locker latched, Ben carried their books while Angel walked alongside, rereading his acceptance letter.

IIIIIII

Bronze buttons, black shoes, ruby shades gleaming in addition to pants and shirt so crisp merely standing in them proved a task in and of itself, the diligent boy searched his brain for anything he may have forgotten. He realized it to be oxygen intake and breathed in and out as silently as he could through his nostrils. Lined up in a flawless row with the rest of his classmates, Scott felt his pulse take on a life all its own as Lt. Ford escorted their visitors inside. The different sized men with bulging muscles in common consisted of five white males, three black, two Asian, and another two Hispanic. All wore business attire in various muted colors, but the blue wing lapel pins combined with the American flag clips on their ties made their allegiance quite clear.

"Presenting," Lt. Ford spoke out like a thunderous human megaphone, "the distinguished gentlemen of the Hancock Field Air Force Base." After each man offered his rank and name, Lt. Ford commanded of his students, "Step forward and state your name."

The first six boys seemed to sprout off theirs all too quickly as the young X-Man found himself inching forward. "Sirs, Scott Summers, sirs." With a salute, he returned to position without missing a step.

Once introductions concluded, the oldest man and highest rank there, Major McKenna, eyed the novice group up and down. "Why are you here?" At the lack of response, his voice intensified. "I said, why are you here? Why have you chosen to be part of the Air Force focus of the ROTC?" He zeroed in on the one with the unusual eyewear. "You. What'd you say your name was? Winters?"

"Sir," Scott saluted, "Scott Summers, sir."

"Why are you here, Summers?"

"Sir, I'm here to become a pilot, sir."

"A pilot?" Major McKenna echoed disbelievingly. Glancing back at his men briefly, he shared a snicker with them. "Get a load of this. Four-eyes here thinks he's going to be a pilot. I got news for you, son," he stared hard at the child, "you need A-1 eyesight to fly. You'd make for a better crash test dummy than a pilot."

Lt. Ford snorted. "Yeah, good luck convincing him of that. You'd have better luck with the dummy."

"Oh yeah?" A six-foot or likely more, burly brown-skinned Sgt. Kane stepped up to address Scott. "You're too skinny even by lightweight standards and you got a pair of bum eyes. You'll never make it outside this class. You might as well gear up to get yourself something safe like a CPA certificate. That's assuming your eyes hold out long enough to keep track of those facts and figures."

"Sir," Scott responded, arms firmly at his sides, "I will become a pilot with or without this class, sir."

Sgt. Kane shrugged. "I say you won't."

"Sir, I say you are wrong, sir."

The other boys regarded Scott in astonishment as well as incredulity.

Countenance remaining perturbed for several seconds, Sgt. Kane eventually spoke again. "You know something, boy? That's exactly what I said when my CO told me I'd never make it past Basic rank." He raised his hand in a salute.

Hiding the pleasure he felt ready to spread, Scott returned the gesture.

IIIIIII

An hour into Raven's return home, her family kitchen became something of an edible delights sweatshop. Quantities upon quantities of flour, sugar, vanilla extract, cocoa power, and a wealth of other supplies consumed almost every solid surface available. She even had to bring in a pair of card tables. Before long, she received accompaniment from her daughter as well as the two female telepaths.

Emma reasoned, "Certainly there's something I can mix or blend or sauté, even?"

Giving her a concerned look, Raven informed, "You'll find there's not a ton of sauté action in donut and cupcake prep."

The blonde woman nearly pouted. "Oh, but I must do something to help Scott. This week is so important to him."

"You already have," Raven pointed out. "Providing the ingredients? That was topnotch." However, to make her feel better, she offered, "How about passing and stirring?"

Emma clapped over the mere thought of the domesticity.

A few minutes in, Raven noticed Becky working on something else. "Are you making apple cake?"

"Um, sure." Becky touched up the ponytail keeping her curls at bay. "They're going to need a lot of food for tomorrow after all. I saw them today. These men are like Big Bear, Papa, Victor, and Logan at once."

"Hm," Raven hummed, "maybe we should throw in a few chunks of raw meat while we're at it."

Kiki carried over some additional wooden spoons for Emma's usage.

Frank rushed in with a screeching halt. "Whoa. Sorry I'm late, ladies."

Raven went to coil arms around him in gratitude. "My prince has come."

II

Though fingers remained at work at the typewriter, the girl seemed to type the same four words over and over. At least when she bothered returning from the cloud growing in magnitude in her mind.

With a light knock at the ajar door, Angel entered. "Hey, Gorge."

"Hey, Gorge," Cordelia returned automatically then noticed her face. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just thinking about Ben." Angel stretched out on the bed thoughtfully. "He got into his first-choice school, but now he has to work harder than ever to earn additional scholarships. On top of his work at the Temple and helping with his family."

Cordelia could only reply, "That's rough."

"I know. I'm telling you, we have no idea how fortunate we really are. As if I really needed another reminder on that one."

Cordelia grew quietly pensive. "… Yeah, we are. Listen, Ang, can we talk about this tomorrow? I'm not getting anywhere with this history essay."

Angel sat up. "You need any help? I'm still making an A in that- somehow."

"No, I'm good," Cordelia reassured. "You know how it is. Just need to get through that first sentence."

With a nod, Angel got up to take her leave.

Attempting to type again, Cordelia released a heavy breath and pressed her face against the top of the desk.

IIIIIII

Not even for sporting events had Scott ever seen the school's main gymnasium so crowded. Red, white, and blue balloons hung in triplets in every corner along with streamers and the welcome banners for each branch. Posters designed by Joey and some of the other art students were displayed on the walls with different sayings such as "God Bless America" and "Home of the Brave". When Scott spotted one with the earth made to resemble a circular US flag with different colored children linked together around it, he knew that one had to be from Joey. The different military groups had their own tables piled high with information packages with the older boys swarming to have their questions answered.

Glancing towards the lengthy row of food tables, Scott had been right in guessing that no one would think to bring homemade donuts. Outside of drinks, sandwiches, potato chips, and vegetable platters, the sweets included countless types of cookies along with brownies, cupcakes, pies, and regular cakes.

Scott formed a big smile at one girl on the end filling and distributing plates. "Rebecca," he walked her way, immediately catching her attention, "you're serving, too? You're not even in Home Ec."

Giving a sailor a slice of apple cake, she said, "I volunteered. You guys really need the help in here."

"This is really far out," Scott commended, "but you've done plenty for me already."

Becky shrugged casually. "It's no trouble. Besides," she cast her gaze on a gathering of soldiers laughing together, "it's men like them who helped Papa."

Scott followed her look until it fell on a well-dressed man struggling to walk into the gym. "Sir," hurrying over, he helped him into a nearby chair, "easy does it," and sat next to him. "Are you alright?"

"You mean outside of my pride?" The man, who appeared to be in his late forties, wore a pleasant expression. "As if this leg hasn't taken enough beatings," he leaned on his cane, "I go and bang my foot getting out of the taxi."

"Do you need some ice?" Scott offered.

"No, it'll be fine soon. Do you have anything to drink around here?"

"Definitely." Scott made haste of going over to pour a tall cup of fruit punch. He returned with it promptly. "There you go, sir."

"Thanks, kiddo." The man took a lengthy drink. "Ah, perfect. So, what's your name?"

"Scott Summers."

"Dennis Buckley." The gentleman nodded towards the festivities. "This is quite the welcome wagon you kids put on."

"Thank you." Scott faced his favorite branch. "Just look at them. I'd give anything to learn from them, fight alongside."

Dennis suggested, "Maybe you will someday."

Scott shook his head and pointed to his frames. "Not with these eyes."

"So what?" the older male dismissed. "You may not qualify for duty, but don't think there aren't other ways you can't serve your country. You could get into military academies, security, the FBI, CIA, help out at the Red Cross and tons of other organizations."

Scott looked to him in intrigue. "You think so?"

"Of course. You see this thing?" He tapped his leg with his cane. "Ten years ago in the far east, I broke it in five places. Army docs said hell would freeze over before I'd ever walk again. Took a ton of physical therapy and limp or none, I'm on my own two feet. And I still do my part. Like attending these types of school events."

"Really? So, you're…?"

"Captain Buck?"

Raising his head, Dennis chuckled heartily at who approached. "You are kidding me." With the support of his cane, he stood enough to offer his hand to the security officer. "Vic Creed as I live and breathe."

"Surprised I still am." Victor exchanged a heavy handshake with him. "How have you been?"

"Outside of my friend here," Dennis indicated his cane, "I can't complain. How's that brother of yours? Still a piece of work?"

"You know it," Victor replied automatically. "He's got a family now. Wife just had twins."

Going into an entirely still state, Dennis asserted, "That's not good news. That's a tall cup of overflow straight from the Man Upstairs. Tell him a thousand congrats from me."

Grinning, Scott got up. "Wait, you guys were actually in action together?"

"Not for long," Victor explained. "But we sure crossed paths enough."

"This," Dennis pointed Victor out, "is not a man you soon forget. And is it my imagination or did that ponytail somehow get longer?"

Victor flicked his restrained blonde strands. "Ain't get any shorter."

With a chuckle, Dennis looked around again. "So, this is your new base, huh? How do you like it?"

"Just like you said, Buck. Can't complain." Victor tapped Scott's shoulders. "Especially with kids like this guy around."

"Bright boy," Dennis remarked of Scott and the boy's eyes gleamed under his shades. "Well, I better make the rounds. Good seeing you, Vic," they shook again and he spared a hand for Scott, "Let's talk again, son."

"It was great meeting you, Captain," Scott said after him then looked up at Victor. "Wow, one of your old army buddies. Must be wild seeing each other after all this time. Now you both know the other's okay."

"… Yeah." Victor looked on at the way Dennis kept himself firmly upright while speaking to a herd of eight-graders.

IIIIIII

Situated in Charles' lap on the sofa in the man's study, the over-the-moon Eye Scream Team member recollected his day. Alex sat by Charles and Frank by him. Hank and Sean took up chairs facing the sofa. Charles' allowed Frank and Joey to sit on the floor between the chairs, but only because they used cushions. Joey held Brian, who seemed more interested in shaking his stuffed giraffe to make the plastic googly eyes bounce.

"It was amazing and the men had such a good time," Scott went on, one arm around Charles' neck comfortably. "They loved Rebecca's apple cake."

Charles said, "Erik will certainly be happy to hear that."

"How about the posters?" Joey asked.

"Yes, they got a real kick out of your posters, Joey," Scott confirmed. "They took a bunch back to base as souvenirs, but the ROTC instructors want to keep yours and a couple of the others up for unity encouragement."

Joey grinned and hugged Brian closely at that. The baby rolled his head back to smooch his brother's chin.

"I think it's terrific that you got to meet somebody from Wolverine and Sabretooth's old crew," Frank said.

"I had no idea who he was," Scott admitted. "He was so easy to talk to. And he told me about a bunch of other opportunities available, even though I can't enlist."

"Good," Hank approved. "Glasses are a mild hindrance, not a dream-ender."

"We're in the same boat, little brother," Alex brought up. "I can't even think about enlisting with my BP." He considered that. "Granted, I'd wind up in the brig every night, anyway."

Hank joked, "I'm considering installing one here."

"I'll be glad when we have the next Recruitment Day at school," said Sean. "Makes me miss playing cards with my grandpa and the Vets."

Charles smiled around at the youths, holding Scott close. "It thrills me to see you enjoying this week so much. I may not have been able to live out my military aspirations, but it is all worth it to watch you live your dreams."

Scott nestled into the man's shirt. "Thanks, Charles."

"If Charles were to enlist, every war from here on out would be over in two seconds," claimed Frank. "He could just force both sides to shake hands and settle their differences over tea and biscuits."

The Professor laughed without shame. "If only, dear boy. It's all I can do to keep you lot from fighting over the television."

"TV's the last thing I'm allowed to think about." Scott stood from him. "I have to help Trav with his numbers and go over my speech again. I'm just glad Mr. A's been so light on homework this week."

Hank got up with a stretch. "Back to the grind for me as well."

"Come on, Joey," Sean directed. "Time for writing practice. Fun with cursive."

With a small moan, Joey gave Brian over to Charles before following the redhead.

"Move it, Frankenstein," Alex headed out of the study, "let's track down Lee for a little strength building in the gym."

"Right behind ya." Frank jogged after him.

Left with only his youngest in his lap, Charles kissed Brian's plump cheek. He next started up a gentle tug-of-war match with him and his giraffe.

IIIIIII

Both adolescents overflowing with laughter as they cut through the night air in something of a mini race, they did not slow until they reached the front of the magnificent mansion. Throwing her head back with blonde hair spilling down her back, Samantha let off what remained of her giggles.

"I swear," Collin worked to catch his breath, "you are the only girl able to sit through a Hitchcock double-feature and actually get a kick out of it."

Rising up one step, Samantha's arms circle his neck. "I hope my claws didn't snag you on that last jump."

"Oh, trust me." His eyes seemed to burrow into hers. "I enjoyed every second of it."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah." Gripping her by the hips, Collin brought her into a kiss.

Samantha returned it, wrapping her legs around his middle in the process.

All senses leaving him in that instance, Collin also lost his balance. With a short outcry on both their parts, they went down with Samantha cushioned on top of him. The unexpected angle only resulted in another round of laughter.

"How do we always end up in the snow?" Samantha wondered.

Collin reasoned while sending fingers into her hair, "How do you expect a guy to watch what he's doing when you're making him melt all the time?"

Before their lips could come as one again, the irritating blinking effect of the foyer lights distracted them.

"And it's time to go in," Collin deduced.

"Yes." With a sigh, Samantha got up from him.

They shared one more brief good night peck before he started back for his motor scooter and she hurried along inside.

The moment she passed the living room, Samantha took in the two Headmasters and brothers Howlett-Creed currently cramming the doorway.

"Hello, love," Charles greeted warmly.

Logan asked, "Have a good time at the picture show, darlin'?"

Eyes going Heavenly, the very mildly annoyed girl continued through the main level.

Victor and Erik shared a look and deep chuckle.

IIIIIII

Maneuvering up and down through the rows of desks, Aaron held the colorful paperback high while speaking. "Hot off the presses for the "Young Adult" genre, meaning you might want to hurry before all the big high-schoolers buy out all the copies. Available in the school and public libraries and all book retailers. But do not feel pressure or guilty in any way just because your teacher's blood, sweat, and tears went into it." While they laughed lightly, he returned to the front of the room. "As another little reminder, we'll be getting out early tomorrow for the ROTC Awards Ceremony. I know a couple of you are up for some very special honors and I congratulate you on your hard work."

The smile did not leave Scott's face as the dismissal bell sounded. Everyone quickly began putting away the last of their things while Aaron turned to begin clearing off the chalkboard.

William, one of the boys who normally sat near the back, hurried to run alongside Scott and Becky. "Try not to make everybody doze off halfway through the ceremony, Summers. Like anybody's in a hurry to hear you talk."

Becky ceased movement to glare at him. "You're just jealous because you weren't picked to speak like Scott and the others."

Scott brought an arm around her. "Forget him, Rebecca."

"Yeah, hide behind your girl! Air Force is for chumps, anyway."

Veering around, Scott marched back to get into his face. "In case you forgot, Will, our enemies are out there." Scott pointed in one direction. "All the branches are connected to the same tree, you know. If you want to start in-fighting, you better take it somewhere else. The rest of us actually take this seriously." Before the other boy could refute him, Scott returned to his housemate. "Come on, Rebecca. Let's grab the kids."

Becky only took the time to sneer back at William before linking arms with Scott to search out the younger children.

IIIIIII

"For the… the h-honor… for um… ugh, I just had it!"

Passing through the second level, Erik paused outside the cracked bedroom door. He spotted the youth seemingly swimming in vexation. Groaning, Scott collapsed on his bed with a sullen expression in place.

"Scott," Erik only poked his head forward, "may I come in?"

"Sure," the boy sighed.

Joining him on the bed, Erik pressed a hand to the thin but greatly tense back. "What's become of my young Air Man so ready to soar to new heights?"

"No idea." Scott raised the paper containing his speech. "I've been practicing it all week. Now, I hardly know the words."

Erik said knowingly, "That's because now will soon be tomorrow." He massaged between his shoulders. "Are you nervous?" Scott nodded admittedly. "I understand and I certainly know what you're feeling. My nerves get the better of me at times."

Shifting his head to take in the man with great disbelief, Scott replied, "You, Erik?"

"Yes," the metal wielder bobbed his head. "I actually don't care very much for public speaking unless I really have to. It amazes me the way Charles does it so effortlessly. He's not only handsome and charming, but he's diplomatic, well-spoken, firm when necessary, and completely knowledgeable about the subject matter."

"You're right about that," Scott agreed.

"And other things make me nervous, even frightened."

"Like what?" Scott wondered.

"Memories of my past," Erik confided. "Worry that the present will inevitably repeat those horrible events."

"No." Scott shook his head to follow the protest. "That won't ever happen again, Erik. We won't let it. I won't let it."

A smile found its way onto Erik's face. "You see there? You made me believe those words, just like that. You are a leader, Scott Summers; one of care, strength, and compassion. Exactly like Charles."

"And you," Scott insisted.

"If you believe that, I am not equipped to argue. Now," Erik patted his leg, "what's say you and I release the rest of these nerves with a little sword fighting? Afterwards, you can go over your speech with me."

"Okay," Scott smiled, rising. "If I can say the whole thing in front of you, hundreds of other people will be a cinch."

Not sure of how else to react, Erik decided to take the remark as a compliment.

IIIIIII

While only half awake herself, Emma balanced her small son on her hip. The insistent tot enjoyed his last cup of juice for the night. Alerted to the active mind belonging to the youngest member of her Triad, the woman proceeded towards the recreation room. The inside had become a construction paper work shop as the girl tried to create by the light of a single lamp.

"Rebecca Lehnsherr," stepping inside, Emma got the startled green eyes up, "what in the world do you think you're doing up at this hour?"

"I'm sorry, but I haven't had a lot of time," Becky tried to explain. "Please, just ten more minutes, Auntie Em. I promise I'll go straight to bed after."

Thinking a moment, Emma granted, "Ten minutes. Keep this up and you're liable to sleep through the ceremony." She continued on for the nursery.

Resuming her project, Becky cut out another paper heart. Not a chance.

IIIIIII

Upon the hour's arrival, the boy with heart pounding already tore away from his sheets. Getting into his shades, robe, and slippers without tripping, Scott zoomed to tear out of the room and be the first in the shower. A single sight out of the corner of his eye halted his pace. Slowly turning back, he took in his exterior door, lavished in almost head to toe Air Force blue. The center of the décor captured his attention most. A collage featuring cut-outs of his different family members- some poses from the country house as well as Scott's birthdays- with encouraging phrases such as "You can do it" hung there. The very middle included a sketch of a pair of brown-haired males, one older and the younger sporting red glasses, piloting a two-person plane. Right above it read: Sky-High Summers, Flying Together Forever.

Backing up against the closest wall, Scott could only stare until the art piece blurred before his moistened eyes. Able to contain himself a minute later, he hurried to bathe. He finished quickly and returned to his quarters.

After he slipped into an undershirt and shorts, he somewhat slithered into the clean and crisp black slacks. Award winners did not have to be in ROTC attire, but they still had to arrive dressed as sharply as ever. He combed back his recently trimmed hair, but made sure not to put anything in it in order to emphasize the brown strands.

With a knock, the voice asked, "You naked or what?"

Scott rolled his eyes in jest. "Get in here, dope."

Alex entered, royal blue dress shirt in his possession. "Kayla put the last touches on." He tapped the X patch sewn onto the front of the chest pocket.

Scott traced over the letter with his finger, "It's perfect," then started to get into it.

"Just about." Retrieving a small bottle from his pocket, Alex spritzed him with its contents. "You remember that?"

Before he had a chance to question it, what his nostrils inhaled cause him to journey further back than he thought he could. "… Dad?"

Alex nodded with a small smile. "The stuff Mom used to buy for his birthday and their anniversary. He loved this gunk. About hung me when he caught me swiping it. It took me forever to find."

Scott clutched the bottle. "It is him. Every time he would pick me up, even when he was worn out from work, I smelled it on his shirts."

"I know." Alex then helped him finish dressing by buttoning his shirt, straightening the yellow-gold tie, and running the lint brush over his pants. "Jesus, squirt," Alex embraced him from behind and they peered into the mirror together, "if you only knew how proud Mom and Dad are of you… at least half as much as I am."

Turning to face his brother, Scott could only hold gaze with him a moment before burying his face against his shirt. Sending both arms around him in a strong lock, Alex kissed his head twice.

"Hey," the blonde spoke after a few seconds, "come on, get it together. Air Men don't get into waterworks. That's the navy's department." They laughed together and Alex thumped his stomach. "See you at break, little brother."

Taking his leave through the door, the young instructor took the time to look at the decorations there then went on for the downstairs.

After getting into his shoes, Scott sniffed his shirt and touched his X again. Feeling the weight detach and fall away from his chest, he left his room with a buoyant smile in place.

IIIIIII

"For the honor and memory of my mother and father. Also for my brother and our new family who have gifted us with love, safety, and opportunity. It is this and much more that I promise to give in service to my community, my country, and mankind as a whole. Thank you all for being here, be safe, and God bless America." Keeping his face as even as he could while the applause erupted, Scott returned to his seat amongst the other honorees.

As the ceremony continued, Scott earned plaques with pins for Spirit and Scholastic Achievement. Soon enough, it became time to hand out the final and finest honor. They worked through the different branches until they reached Air Force Focus.

Taking to the podium, Lt. Ford spoke into the mic. "For the National Leadership Awards, let me first welcome Kenneth Jenkins the Third, son of Major Kenneth Jenkins the Second and grandson of Col. Kenneth Jenkins the First."

With clapping hands all around, the tall eight-grader stood to accept the plaque and pin from Major McKenna.

"Next is Derek Mathers, son of Cap. Wallace Mathers."

Trying not to stare squeamishly at his feet, Scott kept his attention on the proceedings.

"And finally," Lt. Ford concluded, "Scott Summers, son of Major Christopher Summers."

Not sure if it was his imagination or not, Scott felt the applause multiply at that. He got to his feet, stepping forward with hand extended to Major McKenna. Handing over pin and plaque along with the mighty shake, he gave the boy a wink. Scott knew better than to smile, but that altered his satisfied countenance not a bit.

IIIIIII

As her husband secured the Leadership Award right above the other two to complete the triangle, Emma insisted, "Oh Charles, it's crooked."

"Emma," trying to keep patience, "darling, how long has it been since we had your vision checked?"

Long past the point of annoyance, Erik magnetically seized the hammer. "Must I do everything?"

"Wait, wait." Charles looked around the study. "I'm not sure. Perhaps I should display them around the door…"

Emma pointed out, "But this way, they'll be the first things people see coming in."

"I know, but think of the light…"

Erik interjected, "Think of what I will do with this hammer if you don't make up your mind."

From where they sat on the sofa amongst an assortment of the younger X-Men, Alex informed his brother, "Say goodbye to those plaques, squirt. Just like Joe's art stuff, they are no longer yours."

Leon said, "Kind of the way our awards are under seize and control by the Mag Cave Government."

"Doesn't matter," Scott shrugged, currently wearing his pins near his X patch. "I'm just glad I actually did it. And came out alive."

"Yeah." Alex ruffled his hair. "That's the best part for me, too."

At the girl in yellow turtleneck with blue skirt and vest slipping out, Scott moved to follow her into the hall. "Rebecca, do you have a sec?"

She looked back somewhat sourly, "Well, I have math and vocabulary to work on," she immediately brightened, "so yes."

Smile in firm place, Scott walked to eliminate the space between them. "It's been such a crazy day- week- I haven't had a chance to thank you for jazzing up my door."

Becky eyed him mysteriously. "Are you sure Joey didn't do that?"

"The kid's good, but he knows Alex's heart. Not mine." She smiled and Scott also brought up, "That and I noticed that there were way more pictures of us together than of me and Joey- or anybody else come to think of it."

She feigned shock. "How did that happen?"

Bringing his hand forward, he laced fingers with her. "I think I forgot to tell you how pretty you look, too."

Becky coiled a curl around her pinky. "Today was important, Scott."

"Not just today," he said. "I mean every day. I remember when I first got here. Before I even had the address memorized, I'm hauled off to some girly recital. The first time I saw you on that stage; all yellow, curls twirling. That's one memory I'll have forever."

"It's funny," she responded, "right before you came and we did Snow White for my birthday, I had a part for everybody. Almost- I was missing a prince."

Scott told her, "I am your prince, Rebecca. Whatever happens, I think I always will be."

"Good. Job's all yours." Becky started up the stairs, but paused to glance down. "Scott?"

The boy came to stand directly under her eyes. "Yeah?"

"Alex is my brother."

"I know."

Becky next informed, "But you're not."

Without so much as blinking, Scott repeated, "I know."

Darting up right after that, Becky had to still herself at a landing and lean on the edge of the banister. An uncontrollable grin growing on her face, she danced the rest of the way up.