Rise or Fall Chapter 271 Onto the Main Event, a x-men: the movie fanfic

X-Men-First Class: Rise or Fall

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy-One

Author's Word: How's it going, fam? Thanks a ton for the feedback. How/why am I posting so early? It would amaze you how much unbelievable, flaming anger can produce high levels of motivating energy for the typing fingers. Especially that red-button-that-need-never-be-pushed anger. Where possible, don't get mad, fam. Get productive. In far better news, Hope's birthday is this Friday. I love the way you pop up every time I'm in major need of your name's theme. Happy Early Birthday! To everyone else, please enjoy and review!

With a small murmur from the thin lips, the eyelashes fluttered and the green orbs revealed themselves. Rubbing the crusts out of her eyes to improve her vision, Becky found her bed empty short of the ever present stuffed animals and dolls. Getting up, she slipped into slippers and robe as she departed her room. Her unique mind needed not to play detective when she heard the running water across the way.

Laci?

Oh morning, Becky! Just brushing my teeth.

Becky noticed the way the younger girl's mental voice came off as more vibrant and perkier than the somewhat softer pitch of her verbal speaking. Unlike at school, Laci's perk shined through more often in the presence of Joey and their other friends.

Coming in with her, Becky saw her now gurgling. "You use mouthwash before breakfast?" She added paste to her own toothbrush.

After spitting into the sink, Laci dabbed her mouth with her face towel. "Not at home, but um, you know, you don't want skunk breath with boys everywhere. My dad doesn't count."

Becky suppressed laughter to keep from swallowing the minty moisture and finished rinsing her mouth. "Oh, I know."

Laci watched in somewhat amazement as Becky uncapped detangler, moisturizer, and curl toner. "You have to use all those every morning?"

Spritzing detangler as if hosing down a blaze with an extinguisher, Becky replied, "Only on weekends. On school days, it's every morning, touch-up after recess, touch-up after cheer practice, touch-up after training- don't get me started on humid days."

Laci could only respond, "Wow." She picked up the bottle of moisturizer, inhaling the sweet scent. "Can I try a little of this?"

"Sure." Becky helped her add the dime size portion and used the comb to evenly blend it.

Laci smiled at their reflections in the mirror. "Do you think Joey's up yet?"

"We can go see in a minute. You find him and I'll check on Scott. He does have the game today."

"And he needs his breakfast."

Becky formed a conspiring visage. "Exactly. Here, these smell great, too."

Laci giggled as Becky patted her cheeks with the powder fresh moist cloths.

Unleashing a leonine- at least in his own mind- yawn, Cody stretched his arms high and rounded the corner. His sharp eyes zeroed in on the one moving about the hall in something of a daze.

"Tommy?" He headed for him. "You okay?"

"Hey, Cody." Tommy folded his arms in a slight self-hug. "Yeah, it just felt kinda weird last night. This house is so big and different."

"Weren't you bunkin' with Sean?"

"Yeah… that felt kinda weird, too. Like…"

Cody placed an encouraging hand on his shoulder. "What?"

"I kept waking up," Tommy confided. "He was right there, but these dreams kept coming where he disappears…"

"Hey," Cody eased fingers over his hair in a kneading motion, "it's okay. Sean's not goin' anywhere. He's a lazy butt on weekends." Tommy exhaled a little jest. "Come on." Grabbing him by the wrist, Cody rushed forward. "Fridge raiders away!"

Tommy laughed wholeheartedly now.

At her mother's side like a meticulous fawn, Kiki helped mix the chocolate powder into the numerous glasses of milk. Becky, Laci, Joey, Trav, and the Eye Scream Team sat around the table together. All children lingered in their pajamas, but the girls' flawless hair cascading down their backs proved the very notion of bedhead a myth for them. Raven did notice that Scott and Joey looked like they had run their fingers through their strands at the very least.

"Here we go, cool crew." Raven carried over the platter of ovaltine and began distribution.

Kiki brought hers and Trav's cups over then went to take a seat in Scott's lap.

Hank's large hands sought to dissolve the tension from the only other glasses wearer. "Feeling good today, champ?"

Putting on a small smile, Scott nodded, "Getting there," and sipped his drink. Squeezing Kiki aided in his uneasiness as well.

Hank's physician radar sent his eyes in the direction of one of their visitors. "Laci."

The gray eyes peered away from Joey and she saw Hank gesture at the bottle on the table. Now darting her eyes innocently, Laci used her ovaltine to gulp down the rather sizable pill.

With hyena level sniggers, the black haired boys tore into the kitchen.

"Guys, please settle down," Hank chided lightly, shooting Cody a distinct 'you know better' look.

Cody flashed him guiltless brown irises in turn.

As they claimed chairs at the table, Tommy's head practically rolled back as he fully took in the most exotic woman in peach robe.

Raven gave him a kind smile. "How'd you sleep, honey?"

Tommy had to seize hold of the edge of the table to keep from falling from his seat. "Umm, okay."

Frank shook his head and kept reading the back of a cereal box.

"Do you like ovaltine?" Raven offered. "We have regular milk and three kinds of juice, too."

"I like ovaltine," Tommy perked.

"Coming right up then." Raven ruffled Cody's hair a little. "Don't even have to ask…"

Cody grinned adorably and all the more at who walked in next. "Mornin', Smiley."

"Good morning, everyone," the girl in attractive sleep attire and thoroughly brushed hair acknowledged the children.

They all returned the greeting with varying enthusiasm and Tommy tugged over the box of Pop Tarts that suddenly fascinated him.

Raven said, "I know we're all used to a sugar high on weekends, but since it's game day for Scott, I was thinking pancakes and eggs?"

They reacted agreeably and Tommy rang out, "I love pancakes, especially with chocolate chips."

Maya immediately volunteered, "I can make them for you. A whole stack."

Tommy informed, "But I want Aunt Raven's cooking."

At Maya's despondence, Raven intervened, "How about I fix the eggs for you? Maya's chocolate chip cakes are not to be missed, trust me."

Tommy shrugged with a nod. "Okay." He then added, "Thanks, Maya."

Giddy now, Maya went to gather necessary ingredients.

Cody nuzzled Tommy's arm with his own in approval.

With Hank providing her eggs from the refrigerator, Raven put forth, "Would one of you lovelies be nice enough to set the table?"

Becky stood and Laci right away offered, "I'll help." The girls went to the counter for the designated dishes and silver. Laci admired one red, white, and gold china plate. "Your mother's things are so beautiful, Aunt Raven."

"Thanks, honey," Raven replied. "She used to only use this set for big parties, but a certain Xavier around here insisted on them for our company."

Laci turned to Joey with a mutual smile.

IIIIIII

After some dribbling in place, Tommy threw the ball out in a pass. Cody caught it, bounced on the balls of his feet, and hurled it across the air and straight down the hoop.

Tommy remained standing in awe. "You do that even better than the giants on the eighth grade team."

Cody picked up the rolling ball. "You know what my dad's always tellin' me?" He tossed the ball to Tommy, who grabbed it between his hands. "Height ain't might. These big guys want to stand over us actin' like they're the stuff because intimidation's all they got goin'. But when they end up on their knees out of breath, we still got the speed to dribble circles around 'em."

"Hmm, that's true."

"Let's try some drills. Jump as high as you can."

Tommy reminded, "You know I don't have powers."

Cody countered, "I know you got plenty of your own. Now, come on." He indicated for the younger boy to follow. "Jump and sink!"

Getting the flow, Tommy walked off with him several yards. Charging forward together, Tommy dribbled all the way before taking a leap. He shot the ball, but it bounced off the rim of the net.

"Too close," declared Cody. "Keep goin', keep goin'!"

On one part of the pavement, Laci laid completely still while Joey outlined her form with chalk.

He put forth, "You ever wonder what color your soul is?"

Gray eyes locked on him, she replied, "All the time." She then reacted to the orange sphere that looked much more like a cannon coming her way. "Eee!"

"Laci!" Dropping the chalk, Joey darted to cover her and the ball bounced off his back.

"Sorry, guys!" Tommy bellowed.

Cody rushed over with him. "You okay?"

Joey smiled down at the girl. "Yeah, just great."

"Just perfect," Laci beamed up.

Head clearing, Joey went to retrieve the chalk.

Managing to keep one sharp blue eye on the activities of the older children, Hank rolled about in the grass with his own two.

Stepping out from the back of the house, Sean greeted, "Morning, McCoys."

"Hey, Seanie," returned Trav while Kiki only waved and snuggled her father's shirt front.

"You seen…" Sean noticed the enthused antics taking place on the basketball court. "Ah, there he is."

"Your family couldn't have picked a more ideal weekend," Hank stated. "Tommy's so at ease and I don't think I've ever seen Joey so far out of his shell."

"Oh yeah, I know." Sean made a path for the court and released a whistle. "Hey, baby man!"

Tommy gave the ball to Cody and ran at his brother to lightly jab his stomach. "Quit calling me that, jerk pie!"

"That's what you get for taking off this morning." Sean picked him up and Tommy wound legs around his middle. "I thought enemy spies took you then I remembered they'd only have five minutes of patience for you, anyway."

"Ha-ha." Tommy aimed his fist at the redhead's lips.

Sean bit down gingerly on the little hand. "So, countdown to Mom and Dad. How about we get in some TV time before it starts raining grownups?"

"Okay, but can't I go to the baseball game with everybody else?" Tommy requested. "Mom and Dad want to get a load of Maya, not me."

Sean looked skeptical. "I really wanted us all to be together."

"But it's gonna be so boring," Tommy whined. "Please, Seanie?"

Overhearing, Cody promised, "We'll look after him, Sean."

"Well, okay," Sean gave in then hugged him tighter. "But right now, you're all mine."

Tommy smiled, placing his head on Sean's shoulder as he carried him into the house.

IIIIIII

In navy track pants, goldenrod top, and blue unzipped hooded jacket, Laci stared into Raven's vanity mirror. The blue woman's fingers worked to style the orange tinted red strands into a French braid of the same style as Becky's. Over by the floor-length mirror, Becky checked the different angles of her blue-trimmed harvest gold uniform. She touched the gold wristband she wore on her right arm; the initials SS written in marker on it.

Laci then wondered, "Where'd Kiki go?"

"Knowing her," Raven tied blue and yellow ribbons to the tip of Laci's braid, "off to go pep up her most valuable player."

Laci asserted, "I swear Scott has his very own cheer-army."

Raven said, "You know, you'd make a really cute cheerleader yourself."

"Oh no," Laci shook her head. "I'm lucky to be in art class. My parents think sports are too much. Besides, I couldn't keep up with them, anyway. Girls like that don't like me." She sent apologetic eyes to Becky. "No offense. I know you're not like that."

"It's okay," Becky reassured, going to stretch out on the bed. "It's still kind of weird that I'm a cheerleader. Outside of dancing or horseback riding sometimes, all I ever used to do was read and write in my journals. Girls at my old school were so awful."

"I still remember the week before my surgery was scheduled." A despondent sheen glossed Laci's eyes and she gripped the camera around her neck. "One girl said nobody would even notice if I didn't come back because I look dead every day, anyway."

Becky's jaw nearly hit the mattress.

Raven's yellow eyes became gold with fury. "What girl? I want her name and last known address. Does she have any deathly allergies?"

Laci smiled up at her. "Was school bad for you, too, Aunt Raven?"

"I was actually homeschooled," Raven told her. "I was too afraid to go with other kids and Charles thought it might be dangerous."

Laci found the first part perplexing. "You were scared?"

Raven nodded. "I likely still would be if Alex hadn't suggested we do the college thing together."

"Yeah," Laci understood, "school would be a nightmare with Joey. And the others."

Raven put forth, "I'm pretty sure you're the main reason Joey shows up." Becky and Laci broke into giggles and Raven smiled. "Come on, Team Gorge. We better get going."

On their way out of the suite, Becky gave Laci a set of spare pompoms.

Passing through the hall, Charles paused. He filled with contentment at the Cassidy boys coming his way.

"'Kay, so have fun, but be completely miserable without me," Sean instructed, flipping his brother up and off his shoulders.

Tommy laughed at becoming suddenly upright. "Right, got it." His eyes enlarged over the educator adorned in head to toe athletic gear. "Uh hi, Professor."

"Hello," Charles greeted warmly. "Tommy, the others are downstairs. We'll be heading for the cars shortly."

Tommy wanted to know, "Can I ride with Cody, Joey, and Laci?"

"I believe they will insist on it," Charles responded.

"Cool. See you later, Sean!" Tommy darted for and hurried down the stairs.

"See you," Sean sent back.

"Not too fast now," Charles called after him before turning to the remaining boy. "Well, this will give you and Maya a nice quiet house to get acquainted with your parents."

"Yeah… what was it like meeting Emma's family the first time?"

"Oh, painfully nerve-wrecking. Knots all over my stomach. I don't think I stopped walking on eggshells the entire time."

Sean eyed him knowingly. "Winston Frost was crazy about you from the get-go, wasn't he?"

Charles raised defensive hands. "I had nothing to do with that." He then used his arms to offer a hug to the redhead "Don't you worry. If your parents went through the trouble of coming all the way out here, I'm sure they're willing to give Maya more than a fair chance." He rubbed his back. "Did you want me to stay?"

"No… yes… no." Sean stepped back. "I can handle this. Besides, you should be at Scott's game."

Charles squeezed his shoulder in reassurance. "Whatever happens, I am here for both you and Maya. Remember that, Seanie."

Sean nodded and watched the man descend the stairs. The red haired youth returned to his room to get into appropriate stiff shirt and suffocating tie ensemble.

IIIIIII

Debuting in the Howlett suite, Maya performed a lengthy spin in the sleeveless teal cocktail dress with swing skirt and matching headband. Her friendship necklace from Raven dangled around her neck.

"How's this?" she asked the couple. "It's from the ones Mom got me."

"Our glamor girl," Kayla commented, taking Maya's hands.

"You look way too good for this crew, Smiley." Logan touched her wrist and kissed her cheek. "Make sure they know it."

Smile growing, Maya nodded at him.

Poking in, Sean declared, "Showtime."

At his extended arm, Maya moved to link up with him. Kayla and Logan did likewise, following after them.

Upon exiting the cab, Liam Cassidy had to remove his sunglasses. The moment he did so, the full view left him standing stunned for several moments.
"My God," he breathed. "This house… photographs don't do it justice."

"Isn't it a dream?" Lydia concurred.

Flynn touched his daughter's arm and gestured grandly. "Just spectacular, isn't it, Dorie?"

With a 'humph', Doreen flapped at him with her mink boa. "Don't you say a word to me, Daddy. Taking off with my baby in that death machine."

"That death machine is a classic, little lady," Flynn said adamantly. "Can't find another one like it in these pathetic modern planes."

Liam asserted glibly, "That might be due to updated safety regulations, Flynn."

Flynn countered, "I'll take no comments from land dwellers."

"Here we are," Lydia spoke as they reached the front of the magnificent house. "Now, remember," she gave the younger couple present a look, "ears open, mouths closed, and everyone on their best behavior."

"Yes, of course," replied Flynn automatically and Doreen said, "You needn't worry so, Mother."

Before they could ring or knock, one of the French doors leading into the house swung right open.

The man in dark suit greeted them with, "Welcome, folks. Logan Howlett, actin' father-of-the-bride at your service."

"Good morning, Logan," Lydia returned warmly.

Flynn said, "How's it hanging there, Wolverine?"

Doreen and Liam exchanged a look before smiling and commencing with handshakes.

When his parents made it into the living room, Sean left the loveseat promptly. "Mom."

At the embrace, Doreen locked on tightly. "Oh, my sweetheart- oh, let me see you." She only pulled back a few seconds before hugging him again. "Oh, baby… everything's alright?"

"Everything," Sean guaranteed then saw his father. "Dad, thanks for coming."

"Thanks for having us." Their handshake quickly changed into Liam reeling him into a hug. "No idea how good it is to see you, kiddo. No idea…"

Fond smile in place, Maya stood along with Kayla.

Flynn cleared his throat. "I think we're forgetting the star attraction here."

At that, Sean quickly returned to his fiancé. "Mom, Dad, I want you to say hello to your daughter-in-law and my reason for sanity, Maya Patterson."

"Maya," Lydia approached with offered arms, "finally."

Maya welcomed the hug. "It's good to finally meet you, Mrs. Cassidy."

"Doreen, please," the older woman insisted.

"After all this time…" Liam walked over, attempting to size her up. "Maya, you are a living, breathing doll."

"Thank you." Maya accepted his hand along with a cheek kiss. "And this is Logan's wife, Kayla. She's making my wedding dress for me."

After they shook hands, Liam looked around. "Where's Tommy?"

"He went to Scott's baseball game with the others," Sean explained.

Flynn translated, "He ran out the first exit door he could find to get away from our grown talk."

After they all sat to speak, Sean took notice of his mother's massive trunk. "Mom, you're here for a couple days. Why'd you pack your closet?"

"Half the closet," Liam corrected. "But actually, we brought a few things for you two."

Maya immediately said, "That was completely unnecessary."

"We couldn't possibly celebrate the engagement of our very first-born and arrive empty-handed." Doreen unzipped and opened the suitcase.

Liam reached in first to retrieve a stack of clothing. "For my Syracuse son."

"Oh Dad." Accepting the load, Sean flipped through a sweatshirt, t-shirt, pants, and other university paraphernalia. "This is so cool, thanks."

"Don't think we forgot about you, Maya." Liam presented her with Le Moyne College apparel. "Except your gift shop isn't nearly as merchandise heavy as Sean's."

"This is unbelievable," Maya said gratefully, working her finger over the embroidery on one shirt. "Thank you so much."

Doreen remembered something and asked, "Dear, will your mother be joining us later?'

"She couldn't get today off in time," Maya explained. "But she's free for brunch tomorrow."

They continued through the plethora of gifts with that and they ended up going through a sewing machine, a set of stainless steel pots and pans, a toaster, blender, egg beater, and new dishes with golden brown placemats.

Flynn said humorously, "As you can see, we're pleased Sean landed a girl who knows her way around the kitchen. Too many girls you age can't be bothered to lift a finger around the house."

"Oh honey, look." Maya showed Sean the wooden cross painted gold with 'Welcome' protruding from the top.

Sean took it for closer examination. "Beats a welcome mat any day. Thanks a lot, Mom and Dad. But um…"

Doreen noticed his uncomfortable posture. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

Sean stated, "You should know that we're not having some big Catholic wedding. The ceremony is going to be at our friend Ben's Messianic Temple."

"It's part of that Old meets New movement," Flynn explained.

"Oh Sean," Doreen waved off, "is that all? It's your wedding. So long as God is your most honored guest, we're fine."

Maya promised, "Count on that."

"Oh, I forgot to put the tea on." Kayla moved to stand.

Lydia got up as well. "I'll give you a hand."

Doreen and Maya went as well, chatting together on the way to the kitchen.

"Hey, Red," Logan spoke, "why don't you chew the fat with your grandpa while us dads have a heart to heart?"

"Sure," Sean shrugged.

Logan said, "Come on, Liam. I'll show you where I stash the good beer."

"I'm right behind you," the younger man followed.

"Bring me back a brewski," requested Flynn.

"Got you covered," Logan sent back.

As they proceeded down and through the lower level of the mansion, Liam looked around in captivation at the maze-esque underground. He walked behind Logan into a room containing a round panel and multiple monitors.

Liam put forth, "Is this school security or the president's summer home?"

"He can't afford us." From the mini fridge, Logan retrieved the cold beers and handed one to him. He unleashed a claw to pop the top to his then picked up on Liam's peculiar expression. "Problem?"

Shaking his head, Liam said, "That's a nifty trick you have there," and extended his own bottle.

Logan removed the lid for him and summoned the claw back into his skin. "Comes in handy once you get used to it."

"So, you wanted to talk?" Liam took a drink.

"More like I talk, you listen," Logan clarified. "As far as Maya is concerned, I didn't provide the sperm and I wasn't there the day she was born. But you better believe I love that little girl as well as any, probably more, than any man has loved his daughter. All I want for her is to be happy, well, and fulfilled. And she's found all that through your son. Sean is a great kid; smart, kind, talented, faithful. So, whatever angle you have with this little celebration, you take it up with me. Because I'm lettin' you know right now, if you do anything to hurt or offend Maya, you're goin' get to see up close and personal just how nifty my claws really are. All that clear?"

Liam sipped and bobbed his head. "Quite. I firmly understand your position. Whether you believe it or not, I don't have a thing in this world against Maya. In fact, she may be just what that boy of mine needs. My wife and I are here because Sean is ready to take the next step in his life and we're not trying to miss it. Going to college, starting a family, finally…"

Logan filled in, "Getting back to good ol' normal?"

Liam asked straightforwardly, "Am I horrible for wanting that?"

"No," Logan answered honestly. "I see where you're comin' from. You want the kids safe, away from harm and controversy. I get that. What you need to understand is that they can't just run from their mutations. It's part of them that's not changin'."

"I know that," Liam admitted.

"Come on." Logan retrieved another beer from the refrigerator. "I think Kayla's puttin' on homemade donuts."

An intrigued Liam left Eye Spy with him.

IIIIIII

Towards the end of the scrapbook, Leon landed on a page of a beaming Melissa arm-locked with an equally ecstatic blonde. Pink and green letters spelled out 'Friends Forever' around the photograph. At the returning footsteps, Leon immediately shut the book.

Entering, Melissa spotted him with it. "In the mood to mock my high school hair?" She let Jack trot in before shutting her door.

"Only a little." Leon laid the book on the mattress. "That game was pretty hectic today."

Melissa went to her wall mirror to take out her ponytail. "Your guy has some throwing arm."

"Scott puts in extra practice. Rough two, maybe three hundred additional hours a week." Leon laid on the bed, swaying his hand for Jack to follow back and forth. "The X-Men tend to travel in a herd, but I'm surprised you take the time for these games."

"It's for Anne." Melissa ran the comb through her brown waves. "Fabian tries, but he can't make every cheer event. And to Estevan, it's all a big joke. Wish he'd notice that the joke's on Anne when every other kid out there has their families rooting for them."

"Sounds like Estevan doesn't rank high on your approval rating."

"He's decent," Melissa shrugged. "Problem is he's so busy trying to create this alleged perfect world for his kids that he doesn't realize they won't be kids forever."

"Fortune still fancies them," Leon asserted. "They do have you."

Melissa hid a smile as she responded dryly, "Yeah, real fortunate."

Leon picked up magazine off the nightstand and read the cover. "So, are you a summer bride or a fall?"

Melissa rolled her eyes. "Maya and Brenda leave that stuff in here. They go so utterly gaga over dresses, flowers, carriages powered by unicorns."

"Those are very in this season," Leon quipped. "Still can't believe you actually agreed to be a bridesmaid."

Sitting by him, Melissa stuck out her toes for Jack to sniff. "Hideous dress and all."

"This means we're going to a wedding together."

"Looks like."

Leon eyed her a moment. "Doesn't that feel weird at all? Baseball games, weddings, general family events. Kind of a far cry from our shadow swift, sunsets on frozen beaches norm. We don't belong in that world."

"No, we don't," Melissa concurred evenly. "But this isn't about that. It's about Maya. She has a real shot at happy-go-lucky, cookie cutter perfection. We have to make sure she gets it, if for no other reason than to keep her away from the shadows. We're not joining their world, Lee, just infiltrating it for a day."

Leon considered her point and nodded, reaching down for Jack to lick his palm.

IIIIIII

After sorting through all of the presents, Raven reacted with, "No bandit anywhere has ever made off with a haul like this."

"I know." Maya sat at the desk, examining her new sewing machine. "I can't believe how generous Sean's parents have been."

From the bed, Raven said, "I'm glad you guys are getting along. I can't tell you how much it means for me to be close to Hank's mom."

"Yes, it's great." Maya rested her chin on the back support of her chair. "I'm still trying to get used to this. I mean, all of this on top of Wolverine and Kay putting in first, last month's, and the security deposit on that gorgeous townhouse we in no way, shape, or form deserve."

Raven stated, "You're just going to have to deal with being part of the lifestyle of the beloved and luxurious."

"And I thought simply living here was a privilege." Maya then told her, "So, tonight is adult cocktail hour before dinner. You and Hank will be there, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it even if you wanted us to," the shapeshifter guaranteed.

IIIIIII

After summoning everyone together, Joey passed around the candy bars stored in his backpack. As they munched, Fred and Cody started up a sword fight with two fallen tree limbs. Tommy sat near Joey and Laci by the pond.

Tommy abruptly stated, "You're really cool."

Joey paused from taking another bite of his chocolate. "… I am?"

Laying in the grass, Laci nudged his knee with her head. "Of course, silly."

"You're nothing like what I thought you'd be," Tommy went on. "From the way my brother tells it sometimes, the Professor always lets you have your own way. I thought you'd be one of those snooty rich kids."

Laci glowered deeply. "Sean said that?"

"My own way?" Joey repeated incredulously. "Ha, sure. Cody's not even snooty and he gets to do whatever he wants."

"Hey, guys," Cody called out, getting the attention of the three. "Who's up for an expedition?"

Packing up their water bottles, the five took off to explore another trail. Laci's finger practically remained glued to her capture button as she took multiple shots of vibrant flowers and interestingly designed birds' nests. Joey formed a mental picture of their surroundings to sketch later. A few stones in his hand, Fred threw them at random spots.

When one landed behind a bush, Cody picked up on a faint whimper. "What was that?"

Fred glanced back. "Huh?"

Venturing forth, Joey peeled the bush down the middle and grinned at his discovery. "Hey, look!"

The other children gathered around him to see the fox puppies being nursed. Laci promptly snapped a picture. The mother raised her head with a low growl.

"Easy, girl," Cody tried to soothe. "We don't mean any harm."

Turning his head, Fred paled slightly. "Ugh, try telling him that."

At the far bigger, snarling fox encroaching on them, the youths shrieked and fled. The copper creature darted right after the intruders. Joey placed a vice grip on Laci's hand while Cody held tightly to Tommy. When they reached the clearing, the breathless five took cover behind a pair of boulders.

"Is he gone?" Laci panted.

Cody mounted the rocks to investigate and experienced relief. "He's gone. Probably just wanted us out of his territory."

"Let 'em have it," insisted Fred. "Couldn't get me to go back there for a million bucks."

Joey touched Laci's shoulder. "You okay?"

The girl nodded.

Tommy's face split into a grin. "That was too boss!"

Cody hopped down. "It was kinda cool."

"Yeah," said Fred dryly, "let's try it again in a hundred years or so."

The group drank water to better calm their nerves and settled in front of the pond in a horizontal row of Fred, Tommy, Laci, Joey, and Cody. Their eyes on the lowering sun, Laci took a photograph.

Tommy broke the amicable silence with, "You know something? This is just about the best spring break ever."

"No doubt," Cody seconded.

"Same here," agreed Fred.

"Oh for sure," said Joey wholeheartedly.

Laci stated, "Best break ever with the best friends ever."

Tommy reacted to her words. "Even me?'

Fred responded, "Course, Virgenious. We ain't leaving you out."

Tommy faced upward again with a glow that matched the sky.

"Hate to bust this up, gang," Cody moved to stand, "but if we don't beat the streetlights home, our butts will wish we let the fox catch us."

With that, they all hastened their pace to return to the Dukes house to retrieve their bikes.

IIIIIII

Positioned at the living room piano, Sean's fingers filled the space with a piece from Chopin. Maya sat between Kayla and Lydia, adding patches to a quilt. Charles and Emma occupied a chair while the McCoys took up the one directly across from them. The Cassidys held down the loveseat. Erik, Victor, Logan, and Flynn played poker around a folding table.

When the melody came to a close, Doreen arose to her feet with applause. "That was magnificent, sweetheart."

"Thanks, Mom," the redhead smiled.

"Seanie's always been talented," Lydia boasted.

"Oh, I knew that when I read his first essay for my class," Charles said.

Erik flicked out a card. "I knew that the first time he took flight." He did not miss the brief squeamishness that passed between the Cassidys.

Clearing his throat, Liam claimed, "I don't know where they come from, either of my boys. Tommy's athletic and Sean's always been so creative. When I was in school, I was vice-president of the math club."

"Dork," Flynn piped up, sprinkling plastic chips.

Hank and Raven tried to mask their amusement, but Sean bowed his head in a snicker.

With a short eye roll, Liam reclined. "The wonderful world of in-laws, ladies and gentlemen."

Doreen said to Maya, "Please tell me we haven't frightened you off."

Maya responded with a smile, "I could get used to this."

Leaving the barn, Tommy said in amazement, "Still can't believe Joey has his own horse."

"Ohh yeah," Cody nodded. "His folks are extra nice. They get him whatever he wants."

Joey and Laci caught up with them and they continued for the house.

"Here are the treasures," Emma said of the children arriving in the doorway.

Kayla asked, "Cody, are you just now getting home?"

"Oh no, Ma," Cody shook his head, "we were just out in the barn with Xander."

"That at least explains why you look like you've been rolling around a pigpen for the better part of the day." Doreen used a handkerchief to clear dirt from Tommy's face. "Hurry along upstairs to shower and put on a nice shirt. We're late going to dinner as it is."

Tommy squirmed and backed up. "Why do I have to go?"

"Sweetheart, it's enough you missed out on earlier," Doreen reminded. "You know it's not often the family gets together this way."

Tommy eyed her blankly. "How's that my fault?"

Flynn glanced up. "Don't sass your mother now, Tom."

"Tommy, knock it off." Sean left the piano to walk his brother's way. "I've barely seen you since you've been here."

Tommy shot him a glare. "Since when do you care? You only want us here to show off your pretty girl and brag about your stupid wedding."

Sean insisted, "That's not true!"

"Yes, it is," Tommy threw back. "You haven't been to my games or cared about anything else that's important to me. You can drop me to be with these guys, but when I do it it's a problem."

"Tommy, enough of this." Doreen looked to her husband. "Liam, would you talk to him?"

"I'll get right on it," Liam replied nonchalantly. "As soon as he says something I disagree with."

Doreen stood taken aback. "Liam."

Sean crossed his arms. "What's that supposed to mean, Dad?"

"It means I've had about enough of biting my tongue on this trip." Liam moved from his seat. "Your mother and your grandparents convinced me to just swallow everything up from last year; that it wasn't important. Do you have so much as an inkling as to what you put this family through?"

Sean arched his head back in annoyance. "And bring on the lecture. Knew it couldn't last."

"Do not get flippant with me, Sean," Liam snapped. "And do not play wounded when you're the one who snuck out of the house in the middle of the night."

Sean retorted, "Because you started treating me like a prisoner."

"Do not turn this around on us," Liam promptly countered. "Instead of talking to us, you saw fit to not only creep out of the house, but worse yet, you took your little brother along for the ride. Then to top off the stupidity, you used your powers in public and got yourself contained. Do you have any clue what waking up to that did to your mother and I? The nightmares Tommy had from it?"

"Joey, children, run along upstairs," Emma directed.

"But it was gettin' good," Cody whined.

Logan sent him a look. "Boy, you better hit them steps."

A golden haired Raven hopped up to usher them. "Come on, guys, upstairs. Let's go."

Charles proposed, "I think we all need to calm and discuss this rationally."

Flynn shook his head. "Just had to reopen old wounds, didn't you, Liam?"

"You know, I've had about enough of your instructions on how to bring up my sons, Flynn." Liam turned back to his oldest. "Sean, it has been years since I've had to lay a hand on you, but I swear before God Himself, if you weren't of age…"

"Oh, what? What, Dad?" Sean flapped his arms challengingly. "That's what you want, isn't it? Even before you walked through the door I bet. Fine, if it'll make you feel better. Go ahead. Wail on me. See how fast I cry these days."

Maya flipped off the quilt and dashed to get between them. "Enough! Sean, this isn't going to get you and your father anywhere." She next turned to Liam. "And seriously? You're throwing all of this into his face, conveniently when our friends and instructors are present? Are you really that petty?" Before he could say anything, she brought up, "Need I remind you that if it wasn't for Tommy telling Grandma and Grandpa, we might never have gotten Sean out of that place in time. Sean may have made a mistake, but you did nothing to help matters."

Liam glared. "How dare you? We called every contact we could, trying to get Sean out of there. You'll have to pardon me for not having an S on my chest or special powers. I run in with guns blazing and I lose both my sons."

Laying down his cards, Erik got to his feet. "Clearly, losing face meant more to you. That's why amongst your many contacts, you never bothered to call us."

Glancing from him to all around the room, Liam shook his head as if to clear it. "I need some air." He made a path for the front door, grabbing his coat on his way out.

Accepting Maya's comforting hand on his cheek, Sean looked to his crushed mother. "I'm sorry, Mom." He faced each of his grandparents. "I'm sorry…" He turned to head for the stairs.

Kayla and Lydia got up, pressing Doreen's back in support. Maya went to her with arms open and Doreen accepted the girl's hug.

Emma and Charles shared a gaze.

Flynn suggested, "Double or nothing?"

"Sounds good," said Victor.

"I'm in," shrugged Logan. At the look from Kayla, he responded, "What? It ain't like somebody died."

Stretched along his mattress with only his pillows to prop him up, Sean stared absently at his windows.

He sat up at the knock. "Mom?"

"It's the bro brigade," Alex answered.

"With cookies," Leon felt the need to tack on.

Sean granted, "Enter, please."

The two filed in along with Hank, who went straight to the bed. Sean practically fell against the scientist's large form in a hug. Alex folded his legs at the foot of the bed and Leon sat next to the redhead with chocolate chips presented on a plate. Sean took one to nibble at.

"Heard the family throw-down," Alex said.

"I just got in five minutes ago," Leon bit a cookie, "but I'm up-to-date."

Hank squeezed Sean's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Sean sighed heavily. "I knew this couldn't last. Things were looking way too up for me and Maya."

"Hey," Hank looked into his eyes, "don't think that way. Things didn't exactly come of roses when my parents visited, either. The McCoys just tend to be a little more subdued than the average Irish family."

"With Maya it's easy and we always seem to understand each other." Sean grunted in untold frustration. "Why do I suck rocks at this brother thing? I thought staying away was the wise move. That letters and calls would be enough. Couldn't have been farther off base."

"You think I haven't fallen short in the brother department?" Alex asserted. "When I was your age and still had that chip on my shoulder, I would bite Joey and Scott's heads off for stupid reasons. Don't forget how I gave you so much grief with the 'professor's pet' thing that you started dumbing down your assignments. And don't act like you don't remember how much of a jerk I was towards Hank."

"And how," the one in question seconded. "However, I, too, have had brotherly moments that have left me rather ashamed. When we first came here, I tried to dissuade Becca from getting close to Erik. Not just because I thought he couldn't be trusted, but because I happened to prefer Gavin Douglas. I just disregarded her feelings."

Finishing a cookie, Leon raised his hand. "Prescription pilferer over here."

"He may not be happy with you right now," Alex slapped a gentle hand over Sean's knee, "but Tommy is crazy about his big brother. It was written all over him in Virginia. You can make this right with him, Seanie, I know it."

Leon's attention floated towards the door. "On that note…"

The honey brown eyes peered into the room before the teenage frame fully stepped inside.

Alex stood quickly. "I better get back to work on my new spot."

Leon moved next. "Right behind you."

"My children have been way too quiet. Better look into that." Hank left after them.

Frank stuck his hands into his back pockets. "Hey."

"Hey," Sean returned more pleasantly. "Guess you heard the fireworks."

"Mostly." He stepped closer towards the foot of the bed. "Sent me back to me and my old man. You got the better deal, though. Mine would've annihilated me."

Sean wanted to know, "Are you really talking to me again?"

Frank came around to kneel at the side of the bed. "Guess so. I'll go to the wedding, too."

"You don't have to do that," Sean urged. "All I want is for things to be the way they were before."

Frank shook his head grimly. "That's never going to happen, Sean. It's not that I hate you, but I can't keep doing this goodbye dance with people. Erik's right, though. We're still X-Men."

Sean saddened. "Is that the only reason you're here? Obligation?"

"No. It's because whenever things have gone south with my family- with a lot of things in my life, you were always there. Figured I ought to return a favor or two."

Sean cupped his cheek. "I will make things right between us again, Frank-O."

To that, the younger boy only replied, "We'll see."

The night air becoming increasingly more chilled did very little to affect the heated man. Reaching inside the inner pocket of his coat, he fished out a cigar.

"If you think you've witnessed the bulk of your future daughter-in-law's fury, just let her catch you with that."

Liam glanced back at the approaching younger man. "Trying to cut back. Kind of a fix when raising two boneheads."

"I understand." Charles took up the step directly above his.

Gazing upward, Liam said, "Let my son tell it and you hung that moon. Ever since he came here, I've received letter after letter, call after call detailing how wonderful 'the Professor' is. How great a guy Hank is. How cool Alex is. How beautiful, sweet, and mind-blowing Maya is. What a terrific kid Frank is. Oh, and let's not get started on the awe and majesty that is Patrick Hughes." Liam scoffed. "You people are household names."

Hiding his pride, Charles said, "I'm sorry if our influence has created this strain between you and Sean."

"As nice as it would be to pin it all on you, it isn't your fault. I am grateful for how much you've helped my boy." Liam turned wistful. "You know, there was a time when Sean really did think of me as Superman. But ever since he mutated, there's been this wedge between us. I'm no powerful being. I don't even have a slew of war anecdotes like Flynn. I'm just Dad; the guy in the suit and tie, working 9-5. How can I possibly understand?"

Charles drew in his knees. "It's very difficult for us as mutants to confide in our non-mutant family members. I never told my mother the truth about myself or Raven. Maya doesn't feel comfortable disclosing to her mother yet, either. However, I have it on good authority that Sean very much respects you and takes your words of advice to heart. Particularly about seeing commitment through."

Liam then admitted, "You know, Maya and Erik weren't wrong back there. I did hold off on calling your people in. I did put my pride over my son's welfare."

"Many mistakes were made in that situation. While tonight did not end on a positive note, at least you and Sean at last spoke your feelings. From here, you can work on mending things. However, you're both going to have to try to actually listen and hear one another."

"I see why he's so fond of you, Professor." Liam returned to his feet. "We should get back to the B&B. Let everyone cooldown. Can you let Sean know I'll call him tomorrow?"

"Of course," Charles nodded after him.

In the kitchen, Maya, Kayla, Emma, Lydia, and Doreen circled the island, enjoying the remainder of the chocolate chip cookies.

"Doreen, I'm sorry I let this escalate like that," Maya said, going into the refrigerator for milk.

"No, dear, it isn't you," Doreen sighed. "I honestly thought I could sweep all of this under the rug. I just never thought it would all come pouring out at once."

Emma told her, "Sean received no slap on the wrist last year. In addition to nearly facing sterilization, they left him weak and entirely mute for a time."

Lydia made a clawing motion. "If I could only get my hands on those scoundrels. To think such horrendous acts are taking place fully and legally right here in the US. It's a disgrace to everything Flynn's ever fought for."

"I know what you mean," Kayla sympathized. "My husband's ancestors used to help slaves into Canada and house them. Well over a hundred years later and backwards reigns again."

Liam walked in and went straight to the youngest female present. "Maya, I can't apologize enough for how this evening turned out. I hope you'll give us the chance to make it up."

"Definitely," Maya agreed. "I'm sorry for snapping that way, but lately it feels like me and Sean against the planet."

Liam said, "I certainly hope my son knows what a fine catch he has at his side."

Maya stated with a smile, "Not half as good as who I've caught."

Giving her a pleasant expression in turn, Liam asked his wife, "Where's your father?"

Doreen replied with a slight headshake, "Trying to triple his pension last I checked."

Helping Maya pour milk, Lydia muttered, "Everywhere we go…"

IIIIIII

Once he finally managed to get to sleep, Sean felt the additional weight in his bed only minutes later. Reaching to click on his night lamp, it almost startled him to discover the other pair of blue eyes looking back at him. He felt a ping, considering the time long past when the sight could be considered anything but foreign.

"Baby man?"

Tommy rested on a pillow. "Hey, jerk pie."

Sean moved to his side to better face him. "Here I thought you disowned me."

Tommy said simply, "Just because you're a creep doesn't mean I'm sticking you in a garage sale. You'd wind up in the junk pile, anyway."

"Get me right at the heart, kid." Growing serious, Sean asked, "Have you really been this mad at me all this time? You really think I don't care?"

"I guess I just let myself get ticked off earlier," Tommy admitted. "Cody explained why you stay away. 'Cause of those government guys."

"Did you have nightmares? From that night?"

Tommy whispered, "Yeah."

Sean brought a strong arm around him. "I'm sorry, baby man. I don't know what I must have been thinking. Leaving, taking you flying without a care in the world. I didn't think and you could've been hurt because of me. Dad had a point, whether I like it or not."

"Don't you hate that?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." Sean pushed back enough to intertwine fingers with him. "Think you could give me one itty bitty chance to make things right with us again?"

"I'm not sure," Tommy said honestly. "Every time we're together, it's fun and everything's perfect then you always have to leave again out of nowhere."

Sean brushed back some of his dark hair. "I'm right here, baby man. I won't leave you like that again. I know I don't deserve it- or you- but I love you, Tom. I can't lose you."

Tommy considered something. "Seanie, can I stay here with you? Until spring break's over?"

Smiling, Sean said, "I'll have to ask Mom and Dad. If they shoot us down, I'll ask Grandpa to smuggle you. Either way, we win."

"Yes!" Tommy grinned with a pump of his fist.

"Alright, baby man, come here." Sean pulled him close and better covered him with the linens. "Go to sleep and no wetting my sheets."

Tommy gave him a half-hearted punch to the chest as he closed his eyes and settled into his brother's unyielding grasp.