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.

275. Chapter 275 Brothers Thrice

X-Men-First Class: Rise or Fall

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy-Five

Author's Word: Hi, fam! Thanks for the great feedback from last round. Wow, our anniversary is a little over a week away now. Feel the tingles, fam, feel 'em… oh, please enjoy and review!

Upon pulling up to the correct address, Fabian let their driver remain seated while he got out and extended a hand for the lady in the vehicle. In a long-sleeve blue and yellow skater dress with navy tights and flats, Cordelia linked up with him. She stepped out of the car as if the red carpet and paparazzi awaited. Nate climbed out next, followed by the scepter wielding Winston. The youths gazed up in sheer admiration of the cream colored multi-story building, surrounded by tall fencing and impeccable landscaping. A pair of doormen in crimson uniforms stood outside the clear doors.

"Wait until you see the inside," Nate said to the Westchester dwellers.

Fabian removed his shades for a better view. "So, this is where his lordship hangs his hat."

"You would be correct, sir." Felicia approached, attached to Chris' arm after carpooling with him in her cherry Porsche.

Chris added, "Right on top of the world."

The group pressed on towards the building. At the presence of the two females, the doormen divided the doors for them. They moved through the vestibule doors next and into the main lobby. The security guard and receptionist stopped speaking to acknowledge the faces they recognized with waves. Nate waved back with a grin while the adults simply nodded their way. Chris guided them to the private elevator that shot directly up to the fourteenth and fifteenth floors that made up the penthouse. As they reached the end of the lengthy hallway, they picked up on the distinct sound of barking.

Before anyone could knock, the wide door unlatched and opened to the beaming face of a teenage girl. Wearing a hot pink dress that came to her knees, she had light golden-brown skin, long chocolate curls currently restrained in a high ponytail, and as curvy a physique as Cordelia.

"Hi, I thought I heard you," she greeted the group, stepping back in invitation. "Come on in. Ron should be home soon."

"You must be his sister," Fabian deduced.

"Yes, hi," she confirmed. "Verista- Rissy."

Chris introduced, "This is my sister, Cordelia and her plus-one, Fabian Cortez."

Cordelia shook with her first. "It's really nice to meet you."

"You, too," Rissy returned. "I've been on a class trip since Friday."

Cordelia then approached the yapping yellow furred Labrador retriever. "Hello, sweetheart."

"Say hello, Pongo," Rissy directed.

The dog barked and sniffed Cordelia's arm as she petted him.

Rushing from the upstairs, the small boy skidded through on his socks. "Is that Daddy?" He noticed the gathered. "Oh, hello."

Cordelia and Nate offered him the most enthused greetings.

"Let's slow it down, lovie." Rissy lifted her nephew into her arms. "Your dad will be in before long."

Cordelia and Fabian gazed about the space. They currently stood in the massive living room. It came with deep red hardwood flooring, a charcoal gray wraparound sectional with ottoman and matching chairs, double doors leading out to the terrace, and wide windows spilling in plentiful light. A visible room next to the stairs contained countless books and appeared to be a study. Another doorway showed the dining room and they guessed a swinging door to be the kitchen with the other doors being bathrooms or closets.

"Your place is amazing," Cordelia praised.

"Thank you," Dex responded with gracious pride.

Rissy smiled with a slight eye roll.

IIIIIII

Pen going back and forth between latest song lyrics, new paragraphs for his story, and wedding to-do list, Sean spun around in his desk chair when the darker haired Cassidy finally strolled from the closet. He wore X-Apparel in the form of a t-shirt and running pants.

"Far out, kid," Sean complimented. "Where'd you get the threads?"

"Cody gave me some of his old stuff and his mom added on the X's." Tommy touched one of the short sleeves. "I like the red."

"I knew you loved my hair," Sean smirked.

Tommy rolled his eyes and clarified, "No, dope. I mean 'cause of Magneto."

"Ah," Sean dipped his chin twice, "right."

Tommy started out of the room, but glanced back at his brother. "You coming?"

Sean replied, "I'll be down in a little while," returning to his papers.

"Okay." Tommy continued for the lower level with that.

Meeting up with Joey and Cody on route, they all entered the gym together. To no surprise, they found Erik already there in athletic gear similar to their own. Present as well, Hank began outfitting their small hands with individual pairs of thick gloves.

"Here we go, guys," he spoke while dressing their appendages. "Little additional safety measurement. We don't want any of you," Hank double-checked Joey's hands, "to get hurt."

Own hands folded behind his back as he walked in a precise, even pace, Erik said, "Thank you, Hank."

"Any time." Hank stood straight again. "I should get back to Kiki and Trav, but don't hesitate to summon me via communicator- for any reason." He took his leave after that.

Joey raised his right hand, wiggling his covered fingers.

"Alright, young men," Erik began addressing his line-up. "I know we already went over the various weapons last night and although they are not as volatile as firearms, swords and blades can still be very dangerous. You need extreme firmness to not only hold one, but keep it in your possession. If your enemies see even a glint of weakness in you, they can snatch your weapon from you in an instant. Then just like that, the battle and very likely your life, are over. Depending on how well you follow and retain what I tell you, you will not only walk away with a new skill, but you will also have a way to relieve stress that I dare say is superior to boxing." Stepping to the side, he showed them the three straight blades laid out on a bench. "Take your weapon, raise it high, and try to get a good feel for it."

The boys walked the short distance to firmly lock their fingers around a handle. With the aid of both hands, they brought the thin swords above their heads. After nearly a minute of that, Erik next commanded them to take swipes at the air. They all separated a considerable distance around the gym to avoid each other while putting up a good fight with their invisible enemies.

After observing them for five minutes, Erik moved on with, "Alright, gentlemen." He summoned his sword into his grasp without having to face away. "Here's a more substantial challenge for you. Cody, you have the most experience," Erik bent at the knees a bit, weapon ready, "come at me. With everything you have."

With a growl on his lips, the requested boy charged. At Erik's attempt to swipe him first, Cody leapt over the man's blade and landed on the bench. He and Erik clashed the sharp tools together continuously. Cody had to go to his back on the bench, but kept his sword up defensively. He slid off the bench, but when he attempted to roll across the floor, he grunted and touched fingers to his left knuckles.

"Hey!" Cody found himself forced to spool when Erik took the opportunity to go at him again. "Gimme a second! My claws are ready to pop."

"You cannot stop in the heat of battle to deal with such a mild inconvenience," Erik said plainly. "Allow yourself to be distracted by your claws and you'll easily find yourself without a hand."

Haughtiness appeared on Cody's features. "Good thing I heal real fast." He recoiled at Erik aiming the blade at his throat.

The metal wielder asked ominously, "Is that true for your head as well?"

Cody backed up as he said, "I get the point- literally."

"Your father and uncle have taught you well," Erik stated, lowering his sword. "Use your knowledge to your benefit, not to your downfall."

Cody recalled his male family members advising him in such a way and he nodded. "I'm sorry, Erik. I wasn't trying to clown around."

"I know." Erik used his sword to indicate a side wall. "Wait there and observe." He turned to his next and newest pupil. "Are you ready to take me on, Tommy?"
Sword held high, Tommy declared, "I'm ready to give it my best shot."

Clearly impressed by the response, Erik waited on him to move.

While Cody's feet tore through like a trained martial artist, Tommy's pace came off as more like an athlete with his eye on the ball. For the current situation, the menacing blade took the place of the ball. From his viewing point, Cody quietly coached and cheered Tommy's every swing. After a clash that almost resulted in him dropping his sword, Tommy sprinted in the other direction.

"Fleeing, are we?" Erik gave him chase.

Panic on his face, Tommy did not answer as he pressed his frightened form against a wall. When Erik's shadow encroached on him, the boy dropped to the floor. He slid the sword right under Erik's legs and across the mat. He attempted to crawl right after it, but groaned at Erik seizing him by the ankle. When snatching away proved in vain, Tommy instead reached until he managed to snag his sword's handle.

At finding the blade suddenly pointed at him, Erik released him and stood straight. "So, even with your back against the ropes, you won't be defeated easily." He offered his hand. "I like that."

Joining appendages with the man, Tommy smiled as he received help to his feet. "Thanks! Guess being little's good for something."

With a toss to the child's hair, Erik indicated for him to join Cody.

When he did, Cody slapped palms with and in approval of the younger boy.

"Kangaroo," Erik eyed his nephew now, "let's see if you can handle that sword with the ease of a paint brush."

Inhaling deeply through his nostrils, Joey raced his way. The flat ends of their swords met several times.

Spotting the blonde's strain, Erik barked, "You're not even putting in a third of the effort you display during field training. What's come over you?"

"Sorry, just…" Joey shook his head and attempted another attack.

Erik blocked it again, surprising the boy with his countenance growing soft. "Don't fight to protect yourself. Fight to protect your baby brother."

That thought sinking in, Joey formed a resolute glower as he went at the man with unusual fury. Though Erik could dodge every strike, he appreciated the prompt change brought about by his words. Going for a move of his own, Erik watched as Joey ducked to sway the sword at his legs.

Erik managed to jump out of the way and raised his hand to signal a pause. "It seems I chose the right visual. That's enough; more than." Finished for now, Erik had them sit on the bench while he spoke. "Cody, I'm going to talk to Charles and your father about further measures to keep your claws under better control."

Cody touched his knuckles. "They don't act up as much as they used to."

"I've noticed, but I still don't want them to be a distraction for you at the wrong moment." Erik addressed Tommy next. "Your involvement in sports has made you quick on your feet and mind. Still, I want us to refine your technique a little."

"Sure, anything you say," Tommy smiled up at the man.

"As for you, Joey," Erik said to the yellow haired child, "you cannot afford to hold back and hesitate. While I know you would do anything to safeguard your brother, all of us would appreciate you walking away unharmed as well. However, this proves to me quite clearly that you know these swords are not toys to wield lightly. We can improve on the rest with time."

Joey nodded, his uncertain countenance fading. "Yes, Uncle Erik."

"We're going to break for a bit," Erik decided, "then we're going to test out your accuracy with throwing knives." At Tommy shooting his hands up with glee and the other boys murmuring excitedly, Erik said, "I'm glad you approve. Now, come along," the youths got to their feet and Erik prodded them towards the exit, "Some milk- perhaps with a cookie or two- will refuel you nicely."

Seeing the redhead in the hall, Tommy went right to him. "Seanie, did you see? We were actually sword fighting. Erik even liked a couple of my moves."

"Oh, I saw." Sean ran fingers through his brother's hair. "Not too shabby, baby man."

"Care to join us in the kitchen?" Erik offered to Sean. "I'll be taking the boys outside next."

"Sounds good." While they walked, Sean kept hands on Tommy's shoulders as he listened to their excited chatter.

IIIIIII

With her father, older brother, and boyfriend content to watch the Red Sox on television- or as content as males could get while yelling over the players' idiocy- Cordelia went into Dex's playroom. Despite its brightness, the orange walls of the space could hardly be seen with the number of Disney, superhero, and sports posters covering them. Going over to where Felicia stood, Cordelia looked on at Nate and Dex involved in a game of Candy Land. Cordelia wanted to join them until another thought occurred to her and she headed out for the kitchen.

"Need some help?" Cordelia moved by where Pongo ate out of his porcelain bowl.

Rissy glanced away from the stove with an appreciative smile. "Thanks, but don't worry about it. Just relax."

"This is relaxing," Cordelia stated. "I actually like to cook."

"Oh, okay," Rissy nodded, removing the sheet of rolls from the oven. "Could you check on the pasta?"

Cordelia found the wooden spoon on one counter and went over to the designated pot. As she next reached for an oven mitt, the extensive heat hit her and the active burner caused her to step back suddenly.

Rissy turned around in concern. "Are you alright?"

Calming herself, Cordelia attempted a smile. "Yeah, fine. I just, um, got a little dizzy." She lowered the burner's temperature and stirred the pot's contents.

Watching her a moment, Rissy went across to the refrigerator. "This is you, isn't it?"

Facing her in confusion, Cordelia wondered, "Who? Where?"

Rissy removed the article clipping from where a magnet kept it against the refrigerator door. "From that building in Roxbury. Grant Jeffries," Rissy held it out within the older girl's sight, "after the fire, he was saying angels in gold and white saved him."

An astonished Cordelia took the paper for a closer look. "He's talking about me and Nate."

"You are incredible," Rissy raved. "I mean, I know you have special powers like my nephew, but it goes beyond that. Saving all those people you didn't even know from that fire. You and Felicia are the most amazing women ever." Cordelia had no time to search for a response as activity sounded from the front. "Sounds like the king's crossing the drawbridge."

Rising from his food and water, Pongo left the kitchen.
Having crossed one another's path on the way into the building, Byron and Otto came in talking.

"Hi," Byron acknowledged his television viewing adult guests. "Glad everybody could make it." He then had to place his things on the table near the door in a hurry as the dog barreled for him. "Whoa, Pongo, easy. I know it doesn't mean much to you, but this is a brand new suit." Byron rubbed his head and chest and he settled. "Good boy."

A bullet of a little boy came through next. "Daddy's home!"

Arms more than ready, Byron grabbed him up. "Daddy's champ." He squeezed him with gentle yet impenetrable force. "You just gave me all my strength back."

Felicia eyed them with steadily glowing features.

Resting on his father's shoulder a moment, Dex then greeted, "Hello, Doc Ock."

"Dex, always a pleasure," Otto returned warmly.

Dex raised his head to peer into Byron's eyes. "How was your day, Daddy?"

"Eventful, but that's alright." Byron spun with him a little. "It's all good now. Except for one thing. We're having three beautiful ladies at our table this evening and look at you." He indicated the boy's shirt and jeans. "Looking more like the Tramp."

At that, the seven-year-old immediately broke into, "He's a tramp, but they love him…"

Shaking his head in amusement, Byron interjected, "I'll love you a lot more once we fix you up. But first…" Son supported by hip, Byron managed to take hold of all three bouquets with his free hand. "For you."

Felicia accepted the half dozen red tulips. "Thank you, Ron. This is more than thoughtful."

Chris glanced up with feigned offense. "I see how it is. No pansies for us, hmm?"

Byron started to comment then decided, "Nope, too easy."

Fabian managed to keep from snorting at that.

Byron walked into the kitchen next. "For the pretty girls." He gave zinnias to his sister and sunflowers to Cordelia.

"Ohh, thank you," Cordelia swooned, touching a finger to one yellow petal.

Absorbing the aroma of hers, Rissy asked, "Did you have a good day?"

"Not the worst," Byron replied, bowing so she could peck his cheek. "Smells magnificent in here, by the way."

Rissy smiled at his satisfaction. "Steak with penne rigate."

With a deeply delighted sigh, Byron said, "Love having you home."

"Okay, now you sound like my brother when I'm in the kitchen," Cordelia joked.

"Food works wonders for the male heart. Please excuse us, ladies." Byron tapped Dex's nose. "We need to get someone presentable."

Dex nestled against his father's lapel as they walked out again.

IIIIIII

Four wooden targets setup in two rows about ten feet across from each other, the Headmaster finished setting up by placing the three dartboards on easels in the center and outside of the rows. The three young boys currently under his guidance watched from a short way's away.

With particularly fanciful eyes over the man's movements, Tommy whispered to Joey, "Was your uncle ever in the military?" Joey shook his head and Tommy experienced greater intrigue. "He does stuff like that even better than a soldier. More like a general."

Cody bothered not in concealing his pride when he said, "That's because he's one of our X-Dads. Even if he nitpicks like an old church lady."

"Dare you to say that to his face," teased Tommy.

Cody countered, "Dare you to take the whippin' he gives me for it."

Joey laughed between the pair.

Looking over his shoulder, Erik gave them the 'come on' gesture with his fingers. "Young men." They all hurried to stand at his feet and Erik positioned them so that they each faced a dartboard. "I want to get you familiar with hurling knives. The more force you use, the better. Don't be concerned with hitting the center. This is more strength training. We'll work on precision next." Erik then presented each of them with small but sharp cutting knives. "Cody, show us how it's done." It came as no surprise when the brown-eyed boy's blade connected with a bull's eye. "As I suspected. Go on and step aside, Cody. I have something more suitable for your skillset in mind."

"Uh oh," Cody reacted with a small smirk and walked over out of the way but still in visual range.

When the other two took their shots, Tommy's reached the top of his board, but not deeply. Joey missed his by a few inches. Erik had them make ten more attempts until their knives connected and stuck firmer.

"What do we do now, Erik?" Tommy inquired readily.

Erik answered him with, "Now, we work on precision as well as offensive defense."

Tommy smiled over the man's basketball-esque wording.

Erik gave each of them an assortment of knives. "Do not let their size fool you. They can cut with near the same vicious impact of a bullet. Joey, you're up first for this one." He herded the brunette boys to a safe distance. "Your objective is to survive against multiple opponents. Run as fast as you can and use the knives to take down your attackers. Try to refrain from using your powers."

Though his speed had improved, Joey still did not care for the running part. Still, he stood with what he hoped came off as a resolute expression. When his uncle gave him the 'go' command, he dashed forward. Eyes strictly forward, the blonde child tossed the knives from side to side. When he made it out of the rows, his face fell at only getting one blade into the body of a target.

"Sorry," was all he could think to say as he started collecting the knives.

Erik instructed, "Run through it again and pay attention to all of your surroundings. You'll never make it out alive if you only pay attention to the exit."

"Yes, sir," Joey nodded.

"Hey, Joey," Cody piped up. "Pretend you're taking out people you don't like. Really, really don't like." He gave him a special gaze as well.

Heeding the suggestion, a plethora of images appeared in Joey's mind and his expression darkened. He sped through again, managing to make direct contact with five out of eight targets.

Erik said, "God only knows who he's imaging."

Cody, however, came up with quite a few guesses.

Three times out later, Erik let his nephew stop after managing to assault seven targets. "Better."

Approaching, Joey asked, "What about the last one?"

"Him you can electrocute with tremendous cruelty," Erik responded in a near dismissive tone before looking to Tommy. "You don't have a mutation to protect yourself." Firm resolve showed in the adult's face. "Take no prisoners."

With an eager smirk, Tommy went to stand outside the rows. Erik gave him the go ahead and he charged without delay. Most of the knives he threw expelled quite forcefully, but missed their marks.

"Again," Erik immediately directed. "You have to maneuver through boys twice your size on the basketball court. Do not let them win, Tommy."

Taking the words in, the ten-year-old raced on. He stuck blades into the lower forms of the first two, ducked to get the next two in the ankle region, and continued the unusual footwork until he got to the last one. With an angry grunt, he tackled that target.

Raising an eyebrow, Erik inquired, "What was that?"

Coming towards them, Tommy showed contrition. "Sorry, I guess I got too into it."

"That was horrendously and unexpectedly aggressive- I'll allow it." Next Erik addressed, "Cody." He got the brown eyes up. "Let's take this up a notch for you."

Cody replied, "I'm game." He then watched as Erik made the targets' metallic components animate. "That's got to be cheating."

"Nothing you're not equipped to handle," stated Erik. "Keep them off you, whatever it takes."

"Got it." Cody stepped over to line up.

Tommy leaned forward against Joey's back, both in anticipation.

Woeful of his claws interfering with his knife handling, Cody searched for a happy visual to keep the excitable bones in check. He snagged a quick glimpse of his friends and determined that they needed his protection. Breathing through the nose, Cody lunged with a growl. He tossed his knives as well as sank them into the artificial opponents. When four tried to box him in, the boy jumped straight up. Managing to land on one, Cody stabbed it in the neck. He impaled the remaining through their heads.

Joey grinned while Tommy's jaw came close to the ground and his eyes very nearly burst from their sockets.

Arms folded, Erik gave off a congratulatory nod when Cody looked his way.

Stationed on an outdoor bench, Sean watched the exercises quietly.

Inside, Charles, Emma, Alex, Raven, and Logan gathered at the windows with highly keen eyes.

"That's it, Cat," coached Logan, "bury 'em before they hit the ground."

"You're enjoying this pugilistic display far too much," Charles commented.

"You are, too," Logan nudged.

"Perhaps a tad," the Professor admitted.

"Poor Treasure seems to be struggling," Emma vexed.

Alex said, "He's just not used to working with weapons. He'll get the hang of it."

With crossed arms and deep scowl, Raven stated, "You people make me sick."

They all faced her and Logan claimed, "Hey, I have that effect on most folks. Can't be helped."

Charles, however, sought clarity for his sister's words. "Raven?"

"How could you agree to letting my nephew train with swords?" the shapeshifter demanded. "What do you have in mind for later? Plan on taking a busload of diabetics to a candy museum?"

Emma eyed her kindly. "Raven, we know your concerns—"

"Why, because you're the one who walked in on him carving himself?" The blue woman smiled tautly. "Oh wait, that was me."

Charles spoke next. "Darling, I was against this at first also. But this is the discipline Joey needs. If we don't want him to repeat his past mistakes, we have to give him a little trust."

"Besides, Joe isn't some sicko freak," Alex insisted. "He was only doing that stuff because his head was in a bad place. Things are completely different now. He's older, he's got all these friends, and Brian."

"The kid didn't take a knife to his hand for kicks," Logan put forth. "It was all about him missin' somethin'. Now, he's got it tenfold."

Raven said, "I know, but I'm still going to worry about him."

"Twin, if you're not waiting around for Frank to relapse, I think Joey deserves the benefit of the doubt, too," Alex pointed out.

"That's different," Raven dismissed easily. "Frank knows the harmful side effects of drugs. Like the fact that I'll strangle him if he so much as gets off on aspirin."

"And you'll have help," Logan concurred.

"Erik made the consequences of knife misuse crystal clear to all of them," Charles reminded. "And though I regret my initial reaction, I have no doubt Joey remembers well what I did the last time."

"We're going to stay continuously observant throughout this training," Emma promised her sister-in-law. "You're not wrong to be nervous about this, Raven. Believe me, I'm there with you."

Looking at each of them, Raven returned heavy yellow eyes to the window.

IIIIIII

For the centerpiece in the middle of the dining room table, the three ladies combined their bouquets inside a vase. When the dinner of steak, penne rigate, potatoes, and rolls ended, Felicia and Cordelia helped Rissy bring out the pies as well as coffee and milk to have with them.

"As if dinner wasn't a masterpiece already," Otto remarked on sight of the key lime and chocolate silk.

Byron reached for his sister's wrist in an affectionate squeeze. "You really have outdone yourself with all this."

Rissy regarded him serenely. "I knew tonight was pretty special for you. And Cordy helped."

"Take note, all," Winston advised. "These two girls are the last of their kind. It's all my older daughters can do to retrieve an ice cube tray without strain."

Chris smirked towards the one adult female. "Must be a common ailment among heiresses."

Felicia bumped his arm with her elbow. "I'll have you know I can handle the basics of the kitchen just fine."

"Toaster and can opener, right?" Byron quipped.

Felicia stated wryly, "I loathe you both entirely."

For dessert, Byron invited everyone out onto the terrace, which easily passed for an outdoor living room. The adults circled one patio table while the youngsters sat off to themselves at another.

At Nate's second piece of pie, Winston piped up, "I don't want to hear any whimpering when you require fillings."
"Some things are worth the agony," Nate responded, practically inhaling the chocolate on his fork.

Cordelia asked Rissy, "So, you stay here with Byron and Dex?"

Rissy nodded. "Last few years. Our parents live outside the city and it's such a drag. You have to drive forty minutes just for a decent clothing store. And I think it's easier this way. There's a pretty monumental age gap between me and my parents, so they've never really understood me. When I was little, Ron was always mistaken as my father."

Cordelia laughed. "Oh believe me, I can relate. No one fully grasps the plight of the family baby." She gestured towards her boyfriend. "Least of all eldest children."

Fabian scoffed. "'Plight' and 'family baby' do not belong in the same sentence."

Rissy inquired, "What about you, Fabian? Are your parents nostalgic for the Gold Rush era?"

"My father," Fabian emphasized the second word, "is only in his early forties."

Sensing something there, Rissy simply nodded before turning back to Cordelia. "Are you with your dad full-time now?"

"No, not right now," Cordelia replied. "I'm still having the great debate with schools."

"What colleges did you get into?" Rissy asked.

"U of Mass and Boston U."

"Boston U?" The younger girl grinned. "Oh, you have to pick it. My high school is right by there. We can be off-campus convicts."

Cordelia appeared intrigued by the possibility.

Nate moved to the floor with Dex and everyone watched as the little boy created glowing marbles from between his palms.

For a closer look, Fabian came to stand by Byron's chair. "When did his mutation manifest?"

"Before his fourth birthday," Byron recollected. "He's always been afraid of the dark and I don't mean in the standard small child sense. I'm talking constant bed-wetting, night terrors, waking up screaming. Getting Pongo for him helped a little, but the fear was still too consuming. I finally gave in and took him to see a few therapists. As impossible as it is to believe, a couple of them theorized that he suffered from memories of his own birth."

"What?" Cordelia reacted with eyebrows leaping. "That can happen?"

"In general, very little is remembered about one's life prior to age three," said Otto. "However, there are extremely rare exceptions. Many psychologists believe that no one holds onto birth due to the mind's natural safeguards. To be ripped from a place of warmth and comfort and suddenly find oneself surrounded by strangers in a chaotic medical setting- traumatizing to say the least."

Byron nodded. "I went to tuck Dex in one night and I saw him holding this beautiful white bird. For a moment, I believed a dove had somehow flown in from his window. But it was made up entirely of light. It dissolved when I tried to touch it. I was shocked and terrified. I tried asking Dex how he'd done it, but he didn't know himself. I didn't want to seek doctor help for obvious reasons, but I sought out a specialist who maintained confidentiality for the right price. He explained to me about rare but phenomenal genetic abnormalities. Most amount to being born with an extra toe, but Dex was in a whole other league. His body craves light as fuel for his powers."

Cordelia told him, "Many mutant powers absorb energy from the sun."

"Yes, but at the time I was brand new to this mutant concept," Byron said. "The doctor couldn't begin to determine why Dex was born so differently. When his powers didn't seem to do him any harm, I decided that for whatever reason, my son was a slice of Heaven. That is, until people like Lyle Larson started coming out in condemnation of mutation. Making it into the new leprosy."

Fabian set eyes on him. "And you weren't ashamed in the slightest?"

Byron turned a stern gaze on him. "Of course not. What I was, was afraid for my son."

Chris chimed in, "Making him quite the asset to the Courtiers."

Felicia said, "It's commendable the way you've been able to keep Dex safe all on your own for so long."

"Hm," Fabian hummed vaguely. "I take it you were on your own because she decided to bail out."

"She?" Byron parroted.

"Your wife," Fabian clarified. "She left you and her son, didn't she?"

"I've never been married," Byron informed.

"Oh…" Fabian's expression became an odd mix of squeamish and coy. "Ohhhhh."

"Get your head out of the gutter, kid," Byron said with mild annoyance. "Dex did not come about from a drunken one-night stand."

Fabian searched for further possibilities. "So… overseas auction?"

"No, I purchased him right here." Byron stayed unmoved at Fabian and Cordelia's dumbfounded expressions. "For most of my life, I've known what I wanted. Money and to become one of the greatest legal minds of my lifetime. Between part-time jobs starting when I was twelve to captain of the debate team, winning multiple speech contests, and securing valedictorian, everything went into obtaining these goals. And I did; a lot younger than I expected. I've always wanted children, but a wife never fit into my bottom line."

"Why not?" Cordelia promptly tacked on, "If you don't mind me asking."

"No, it's fine," Byron assured. "My parents are blue collars and they have a strong marriage. But such a life isn't for me. I knew with the amount of success I wanted, I couldn't devote myself to being both a husband and father, so I chose the fulfilling option. I've seen it time and time again. When a man strives to move up the professional ladder, most women can't handle empty beds and forgotten anniversaries. Divorce and adultery are practically inevitable. So, I took a slightly different approach. I found a Samoan girl who wanted a chance to study here. I promised to not only pay her tuition and living expenses, but to use my influence to help her family gain citizenship. All she had to do was carry my child and pick a university across the country from us."

"Really?" came from Cordelia. "So, Dex's mother hasn't tried to fight you or get involved?"

"Dex doesn't have a mother," Byron stated matter-of-factly. "She was a vessel that served the purpose of incubation. My weekly cleaning woman is of greater significance. As I made clear, Dex is my son and mine alone. At no point was she to refer to herself as his mother or him as her baby. She also wasn't allowed to see him after delivery. If she violated my terms in any way, I told her she and her family would be deported back to Samoa penniless."

"My, my," smirked Fabian. "Harsh to the highest caliber."

"What's harsh is the way women try to use our children as leverage and tools of manipulation over us," Byron said fervently. "What's harsh are the number of kids trapped in a moronic system where single father adoption is laughably out of the question. It wasn't that long ago that social services searched for any excuse to rip children away from their widower fathers, considered unfit to bring up their own offspring without some miserable shrew breathing down his neck." Pausing, Byron inhaled and exhaled. "I apologize, ladies. I don't mean to offend you with any of this."

Felicia said, "Oh, we know that."

"And you're not wrong," Cordelia added. "It isn't fair."

Rissy went around to offer a massage to her brother's shoulders.

Focused on his coffee throughout, Winston stated, "Wisest among your generation."

Chris and Byron glanced at him silently.

"My wife and I wanted children, but it wasn't in the cards," Otto said. "Being a teacher is," he looked to where Nate played with Dex, "quite the privilege for me."

Finding himself with a lapful of little boy minutes later, Byron wrapped arms around the significantly smaller body. "Getting tired?"

Dex shook his head against his neck. "It's cold."

Byron experienced his son's shiver. "Let's get you into a warm bath." Standing with him, Byron addressed their guests, "I will return. Feel free to discuss my life choices amongst yourselves."

Winston watched them return inside. "If only there were a means to keep them that young…"

Looking over, Chris suggested, "You may have another chance at that."

Laying on his stomach with legs swaying in the air, Nate beamed in merriment over the way Dex's mutated spheres dissipated into tinier particles.

IIIIIII

On route through the second floor hallway, the redhead stopped as the metal wielder came at him from the other end. The strong arms transported a tucked out tot.

"Guess I can call off the search party," Sean joked.

"I was reading to him in my den." Erik carefully transferred the thin body over to the older boy. "Seems I bored him into submission."

Sean cradled his brother. "Educators have that effect on him."

Erik brushed a portion of Tommy's hair away from his face and ruffled Sean's a bit before heading downstairs again.

"Here we go, baby man, yeah." Sean carried him into their presently shared room and laid him on his back.

With him already in his pajamas, the teenager needed only to cover him. By the sole light of his desk lamp, Sean did some more writing before his own fatigue caught up. Switching off the light, he climbed into bed alongside his brother. Eyes still firmly closed, Tommy rolled over to snuggle into his side. Sean smiled and stayed away a few minutes more simply to enjoy the feel of the ten-year-old in his grasp.

It came as no surprise to him when Sean awoke first the following morning. He saw that Tommy dangled halfway off the bed and kept his chuckles at bay as he properly adjusted him. Sean went to the bathroom and came back shortly to get into his day clothes. He left a kiss on his brother's forehead before departing again. He made it to Charles' study, most satisfied to find it vacant. Settling behind the desk, Sean lifted the receiver and entered the memorized digits.

A smile filled his face at the voice that answered. "Hey, Jazzy. It's me, Seanie. How's everything? Ah, good. Is your dad around? Okay, love you, pretty girl." Sean waited less than thirty seconds for the next familiar tone. "Top of the morning-noon-whatever it is right now, Trick."

"It's the Seanie boyo," Trick returned grandly. "The perfect omen. How's almost married life treating you?"

"Maya hasn't dumped me yet, but she makes no promises should she ever come face to face with Tony Dow."

"Hm, reasonable lass."

Becoming too serious for his own liking, Sean put forth, "Trick, can I talk to you about something that registers clear off the immaturity scale?"

"You're speaking my language," Trick responded. "Do tell."

"Okay, so I'm thrilled to have Tommy here. It's been a great visit for everybody really. The kids like him a lot and he's even growing on Erik. He's been showing him how to do all these wild things with knives and swords."

"All good. Where exactly does the immaturity come in?"

"… Why not me?" Sean wanted to know. "When I first came here, I hid in the library in between doing anything to prove my cool to Alex. Erik busted my chops constantly during training. But Tommy's only here a few days and…"

"Wins the crowd?" Trick surmised.

Sean sighed heavily. "I know. I'm stupid."

"Hey, hey, do I need to have Erik rinse your mouth out?" Trick admonished. "You're not stupid by a longshot, boyo. What you're feeling is more than understandable. From what you've told me, Tommy is more of an out-going type. People have to work a little harder to discover the kind of guy you really are."

"You didn't. It felt like you liked who I was in two seconds."

Trick claimed, "One of my few better judgements in life." He could hear the smile in the boy's exhale. "Seanie, you're under a lot of pressure and going through so many transitions. It's no surprise that your emotions may be a bit more over the place than usual. The X-Men love you, otherwise they wouldn't bother being on your case of late."

"Yeah, you're right," Sean knew.

"Most of all, don't let this spoil your time with your brother. You don't get it often, Sean. Enjoy it."

"I know and I will. Thanks a lot, Trick."

Trick stated, "Flesh or phone, I'm always here for you. Remember that."

They talked a half an hour longer music, school, and all things matrimony. When they hung up, Sean headed back to his room to check on his pint-sized sleepyhead.

IIIIIII

Under the clear sky, teenage females moved through the shopping strip. Cordelia had on mustard yellow slacks, a white long-sleeve top, black cardigan, and daisy hairclips. Alongside her, Rissy wore a lengthy brown skirt of ultra-soft material, a white waist belt, a tucked in periwinkle sweater, and kept her long curls out of her eyes with a violet headband.

Rissy put forth, "Does sunshine feel like a privilege to you, too?"

"Yes," Cordelia replied genuinely. She watched a flock of excited preteen girls go into an ice cream parlor together. "A lot of things do lately."

"I can imagine," Rissy empathized.

Cordelia gazed all around their surroundings. "All of these different people are incredible."

"After he was hired by the firm, Byron was determined to get a place in this area," Rissy recollected. "In our building alone, I've met Russians, Cambodians, Nigerians… You should see the way the different floors decorate for the holidays. Coast to coast Christmas."

"Sounds gorge," Cordelia said.

"And I'm actually allowed to move about around here. Byron would go ballistic if I ventured too far without escort."

"My best friend, Angel, is mixed black and white. When she visits, my father has the driver take us everywhere short of the mail slot. He keeps Nate in a tight perimeter as well. There's just… there's far too much happening. Everywhere it feels like."

"Yes," Rissy concurred solemnly. "With all that you guys see, Byron's all the more worried. Even though I keep telling him people more often mistake me for Puerto Rican over black. Honestly, no one's heard of Samoa. Half the time I don't think we really exist."

Cordelia laughed heartily at that. "Only a privileged few of us get to stand in your presence."

Smiling, Rissy wondered something. "What is it like, Cordy? Being powerful; fearless."

"I don't feel so powerful these days," Cordelia told her. "And I'm far from fearless. What happened in Roxbury… My father got out, but what of those still trapped there? The nation fell to its knees over Kennedy and all those victims in that building are reduced to page twelve of the newspaper? It's sickening."

Rissy linked arms with her in comfort. "I only wish it was surprising."

Cordelia considered something. "We'll need a taxi, but will you come somewhere with me?"

"Of course," Rissy nodded.

IIIIIII

Spirted barking filling the entirety of the duplex's rear grounds, the retriever darted back and forth between the scampering, giggly children. Forming a ball with his hands, Dex threw it across the yard. The dog shot after it and Zelia chased him.

Seated on the back steps while he took a break from participating in the frolicking, Fabian kept steady eyes on them. "Pongo."

On the step directly above his, Byron smiled. "He is crazy about that movie. I couldn't get him a real Dalmatian because they're not exactly kid-friendly, but Dex didn't care. He loves the part when Pongo and Perdy crash into the house and start beating on those thugs that took the puppies. Every time we catch it on TV, he always points out Pongo and says, "That's you, Daddy"."

Still staring ahead, Fabian asked, "He actually keeps quiet about your night job?"

"I try to be honest with him as much as possible. We have to keep things from kids so much as it is. It's important he knows that when I'm not with him, I'm not just playing legal eagle. I'm keeping him safe. Keeping kids like him safe."

"Why?"

Byron looked at him now. "So, that he isn't left angry or confused for every dinner and bedtime story I'm forced to miss."

"No." Fabian raised his eyes. "I mean, why do you do this? Help kids like us? Why not take the simplistic route of forcing him to conceal his powers and going on with your grandiose lifestyle?"

Byron answered him with, "Because they planted a bomb in a church with little girls inside. Because they found that boy beaten and mutilated in Mississippi. Because SOBs like Lyle Larson are free to absorb oxygen. I consider a threat on the lives of any of these people to be a personal attack on my son." He grew concerned at Fabian's bizarre expression that almost came off as pained. "Fabian?"

The teenager shook his head, eying the younger children again. "I can't understand anything anymore."

Byron touched a tentative hand to his pensive shoulder. "Your enemy isn't contained to a single species, Fabian. I wish it were that easy, amigo. There's good and bad in every group. The tough part is deciphering one from the other."

Fabian leaned back. "I can barely figure out which one I fit into."

Byron moved his hand into the boy's hair. "I think you know already. And if you don't, I can clue you in."

Fabian looked over his shoulder at the older male before rising to play with the small ones some more.

IIIIIII

Thick plastic cube in his hand, Tommy grinned at the way characters from The Sword in the Stone faded in and out on all of the different sides.

"You have the coolest toys, Joey."

"Thanks," the blonde said, colliding GI Joe vehicles with Cody.

Tommy plopped against the circular rug. "When is Erik getting back? I'm ready for some real slice and dice."

"We can't do real until my uncle gets home." Standing from his knees, Joey walked over and opened a trunk. "But we've got these."

The other boys came over to view the imitation medieval arsenal.

Tommy pulled out the thickest plastic sword he had ever seen. "… Coolest toys ever!"

Joey selected the regular bow and arrows.

Cody loaded the makeshift crossbow. "I'll be my mom today."

Tommy gaped at him. "Your mom can shoot a crossbow? A real one?"

"Sure," Cody replied naturally. "She still has my grandpa's old one."

"Look out," Joey warned the floored boy.

Tommy dodged one of his incoming arrows and an all-out chase broke out between them. They raced across every inch of the recreation room.

"Catch this!" Tommy zoomed out into the hall.

Cody sped out next. "Not even a problem!"

"Right behind you!" Joey hurried.

Sean paused stroking his guitar strings at the sudden commotion on the main level. "Tommy, Cody, I know that's you. Knock it off or take it outside!"

"Knock it off," the younger Cassidy mimicked.

Cody almost dropped into a laughing spell at the face Joey directed towards the music studio. They slowed down their movements until they reached the opposite end of the hall. Tommy swiped at Cody, who flipped to avoid it. Cody snagged hold of a wall light fixture and launched while growling.

Eyes enlarging over where his best friend aimed, Joey shouted, "Cody!"

Grabbing the top tier of the stand he almost collided into, Cody started to smirk until he along with the wooden item fell back. He managed to land on his feet out of the way, but the same could not be said from the assortment of items that shattered to the floor.

Before any of the shocked boys could say anything, "What was that?" sounded.

Joey nearly whimpered. "Alex…"

"What are we gonna do?" Tommy wanted to know.

Snatching both their hands, Cody declared, "Run," and dashed off with them.

Hurrying out of the music studio, Sean followed Leon and Alex from where they worked on the interior of Alex's in-progress space.

Sean groaned immensely over the catastrophe of a floor. "Tom-my! I just told them to quit horsing around."

"I'm guessing you mean him and Cody," Leon deduced. "With Joey for flavoring."

Alex put forth, "What were they doing, herding wildebeests? Charles is going to be furious when he sees this." He glanced around. "Where are those stooges?"

"If they're wise," Leon stared at the damage, "across state lines."

"Tommy!" Sean bellowed. "Get your fat head out here now!"

"Whoa, easy on the screeching." Alex raised a calming hand. "We have enough broken crap as it is." He then summoned, "Joey!" He indicated for the other two to follow him.

Leon used his powers to remove particularly jagged fragments out of Sean's uneasy path as they went.

"Charles Joey, I know you hear me," Alex called again. "Joey! If you and your buddies don't show yourself in five seconds…"

From the dining room, a highly apprehensive Joey led the procession into the hall. "H-here we are, Alex."

"First thing," the older blonde squatted to inspect their limbs, "did any of you get hurt?"

Joey shook his head. "No, we're fine."

"Nice work, Tommy," Sean glowered. "You're not allowed to tear through our house, let alone somebody else's."

"Hey, they didn't even do it," Cody intervened. "I'm the one who knocked it over. Look, I know I'm in for it, but… could you guys not squeal to Charles or my mom? I don't want to make 'em mad."

At the sincerity in the boy's tone, Alex said, "We have to tell Charles because they're his things all over the floor and I know you don't want to upset your mom. I'll talk to them myself, let them know we handled things." He faced Joey. "Were you running after Sean told you to stop?"

"Yes," Joey admitted with a nod. "Even though he didn't actually mention my name…" Alex stared at him in silence. "And I'm sorry, Alex."

Sean gave his brother a familiar look as well. "This is why you have so much trouble in school. Would it kill you to just listen?"

Tommy glared back at him. "You're not the boss of me. I don't have to listen to you anymore."

"Yes, you do," Sean countered without delay. "Newsflash, you little gnat, different houses or different planets, I am still your big brother. But it's okay." He picked him up at the waist. "When I'm done with you, you won't forget it any time soon." At the kicking and squirming, Sean brought the disgruntled child closer to speak into his ear. "You want me to do this in front of your friends? With your pants down?"

Heart jumping, Tommy bit his lip and quieted. Satisfied, Sean started for the stairs with him.

Leon spoke with, "Ring Leader," he gestured towards Cody, "let's go."

Cody followed him without complaint, but glanced back at the last boy as he did.

Trying to keep his steadily glossing eyes up, Joey waited on Alex to say something.

The young instructor stroked his cheek. "Go sit in the kitchen. I want to get this mess clean before somebody trips up and hurts themselves. Don't move until I come for you. That's an order."

"Yes, Alex," Joey whispered, promptly heading in the designated direction.

II

Once in their room, Sean placed Tommy down and shut the door. Sean sat on the edge of the bed, staring back the angry face a couple yards from him.

At the notorious scowl on the brunette, Sean warned, "If you try to dive under the bed, I'm adding smacks."

"… I'm telling."

Sean had to fight laughter at that. "Who, Charles and Erik? Charles is already going to give you an earful when they get in and Erik? Multiply any BBS I've ever given you by a thousand. It's a waste of time whining to Dad. He's the one who gave the okay for me to spank you. He and Mom will probably make you come home early."

Tommy lowered his face. "That's probably what you want…"

"It is not, you big baby," Sean shot down. He picked him up again and returned to the bed with Tommy in his lap. "I love having you here and if you want to know the truth, I'm probably gonna cry like Bambi when you do leave. But no matter how long we're apart, I'm always your big brother. You can't just ignore me when I tell you something because it's for your own good." He touched cheeks with him. "You read me?"

Tommy nodded. "Mmhmm."

"Mmhmm," Sean echoed. "Okay, BBS time." He gently moved him across his lap now. "Bite me and it's bye-bye pants." Sean hid a smile at the adorably aggravated moan.

Not wanting his brother in the position for long, the redhead slapped ten across the center of his bottom rapidly.

"Owww!" Tommy could not help squirming. "Seanie!"

Hearing him close to tears, Sean brought him up into his arms again. "All done, baby man. You mad at me?"

"What happened to your hand?" Tommy rubbed at his bottom. "You switch out with Superman or what?"

Sean snorted. "Blame Alex and all that weight lifting he puts me through. Didn't break you, did I?"

"No," Tommy sulked. "… Seanie? I'm sorry for being a jerk pie. I know that's your job."

"Yep, 'cause being the baby man is yours."

"You're a bigger baby than me!"

"Am not!" Sean denied.

"Are, too!" Tommy argued.

Sean went at his ribcage with tickling fingers. "Am not, am not!"

"Sean!" Tommy giggled. "Quit cheating."

Sean fell straight back against the mattress. Landing against his chest, Tommy laughed harder.

II

In the Mag Cave, Leon sat in the center of the sofa and pulled the oddly silent child to stand between his knees.

"You know, the quiet routine is my normal, but on you it's just creepy."

Cody sighed. "I didn't mean to get everybody in trouble, Lee. I don't know where my head goes."

"No school, you're excited, naturally energetic, and you have other kids around," Leon summarized. "These things happen, Cody. It's not the end of the world. I know you didn't mean for it to happen, but you did mean to take responsibility for it, right?"

"Well, yeah," Cody replied. "I wasn't gonna let my friends go down when I'm the goof who wrecked everything."

"Accidents happen, but owning up to them is what's really rare. Guess Alex is right about you."

"Huh?"

Leon told him, "You do have what it takes to be an instructor one day."

A glow came over Cody's face. "Really? You think so, too?"

Leon nodded. "Without a doubt and I doubt a lot." Returning to their purpose for being in the room, Leon brought up, "Your dad spanks you bare, right?"

Cody's shoulders drooped. "Big time."

"Would you be comfortable with that? I don't want you to feel weird around me."

"I don't feel weird around you, Lee. I don't want it, but I know I've got it comin'."

Leon cupped both sides of his face for a moment. "You know I don't think you're bad, right? Nowhere near it."

Cody stroked his wrist in turn. "You, either."

Pushing back the crack in his stone he experienced, Leon asked, "Does your dad take them down or does he make you do it?"

"Dad always makes me. Uncle Vic and Charles do it themselves."

"Yeah, Uncle Charles does," Leon knew. "Lay down, okay?"

When the boy stretched across his legs, Leon eased his pants and underwear down just enough to uncover his bottom. Not used to giving Cody more than a few swats at time, Leon also had to factor in his age, healing capability, and apologetic attitude. He also realized they would likely face a lecture from Charles, something that made corporal punishment the more merciful option.

Leon started with a smack that he hoped produced a bit less impact than one he would use on someone Sean's size. Cody grunted a little. Going in a circle around his bottom in a careful pattern, Leon ended it at twenty altogether. He heard light sniffling and could see him wiping his eyes.

After he adjusted his clothes, Leon asked, "Can I hold you, Cody? Please?" At the strong nod, Leon had him up in an instant.

"I'm sorry, Lee…"

"I know," Leon replied quickly. "Forget it. Just forget it. Don't worry about your mom and Uncle Charles being angry. I'll take care of them." He patted him along his back. "I'll take care of you."

After a few seconds, Cody petitioned, "Lee… could I ask you somethin'?"

"Sure," Leon immediately granted.

"Your first daddy… did he hug you right after he nailed you?"

"Yeah." Leon did not anticipate the smile on his face at the recollection. "Always. Sometimes, after he tucked me in, he'd lie down with me. Talk to me, hold onto me."

"That's the way my dad does it. At bedtime. Mama or Uncle Vic usually hold me when I cry. Fred Dukes says his old man doesn't get into huggin' right after, either."

"Some dads are just that way," Leon explained. "Kind of like how your mom can throw together a wedding feast, but Aunt Emma has all the takeout numbers memorized."

Cody laughed softly at that and Leon gave off a chuckle as well.

Raising a hand, Cody kneaded through his long hair. "I'm glad you're here, Lee."

No words to reply, Leon brushed a light kiss across the child's forehead.

II

Blue eyes staring purposelessly at the tile floor and fingers drumming along the table top, Joey's head shot up at the arrival of the bigger blonde.

"Managed to get the floor clean. Looks like I can fix a few of those things."

Joey found some relief in that. "Oh, good."

"Alright, let's go." Alex hoisted him up with a put-upon groan. "Getting big, kid. I swear, you and Scott…" He smiled at the boy snuggling against his neck.

Making it upstairs, Alex decided to take things into his own quarters. He closed the door and positioned himself and Joey on the center of the bed with legs folded and facing each other.

"Okay, first off," Alex began, "I'm not mad at you or any of you guys. I know the stand was a total accident and not even your fault. Problem is, Charles warned you about running through the house just a couple days ago. And you already know better than that."

"Yeah, I do," Joey admitted. "I'm really sorry, Alex. I just got into it with Cody and Tommy."

"Oh, I know how that goes. Me and Sean have been known to get carried away. Me, Jam, and Lee still get crazy when we roughhouse. But that's not the only thing, Joey." Alex raised his chin to better level their eyes. "When I call you, you answer. I don't care if you knock over the Statue of Liberty and the feds are on your tail, you better open your mouth if you hear me on megaphone. Got it?"

Joey nodded vigorously. "Yes, Alex."

"Give me your hands." When Joey presented the pair, Alex gave the backs four smacks each. "That was for not answering me right away." He reeled Joey in close to bend him a little and reach his bottom. "This is for running through the house." Alex delivered eight hard strikes to the seat of his pants.

The tears in Joey's eyes finally streamed, but not from the sting. "I'm sorry, Al…"

Alex used his own sleeve to clean his face. "It's okay now, baby. Don't cry." He settled Joey in his hold and began massaging his hands for him. "No ice today."

Joey enjoyed the soothing on his appendages. "Okay."

Alex kissed the back of his head. "I'm glad you have so many friends now and that you're having fun. But you have to be careful, Joe. I mean it."

"I will, Al," Joey promised.

"Yeah, you will," Alex reaffirmed, squeezing him. "And you need to listen to Sean, too. Whether he's your favorite or not. Know why?"

"He's older?" Joey guessed.

"No, because I say so. Unless he tells you to do something as insanely stupid as, I don't know- drag racing, not listening to him means you're not listening to me," Alex explained. "And you know way better than that, don't you?"

"Yes, Al. Definitely."

"You better. I love you, baby brother."

"I love you, big brother," Joey happily returned.

Alex reclined against the pillows with him. "Let's rest up for a while then I'll take you back to your buddies."

Relaxing to his brother's heartbeat, Joey felt no need to rush.

IIIIIII

With Billie Holiday broadcasting from the social center's phonograph, the four aged gentlemen laid down cards around the outdoor table. The heavyset nurse walked out to the patio and went to the smallest of the brown-skinned males.

"Mr. Jeffries, I'm sorry to interrupt, but your fan club would like to see you."

"Fan club?" Glancing up, the sight of the teenage girls offered the man no clarity. "Do I know you, young ladies?"

"Hello, Mr. Jeffries," the one in yellow greeted. "I'm Cordelia Frost and this is Verista Niko."

"Rissy," the other girl smiled. "It's nice to meet you, sir."

"We read your story in the paper and we just had to come by. This is for you." Cordelia placed the tall package of fruit and chocolates on a cart to the side of the table.

"My goodness gracious," Grant reacted. "Thank you so much."

"We have these as well." To the elation of the other men, Rissy put a Krispy Kremes box on a clear spot of the table.

One of them remarked, "I'm sticking around you, Grant. You got all the angels on your side."

Rissy inquired, "Is that all true? Angels saved you that night?"

"They didn't have the wings, but they sure as the day is long acted the part," Grant replied. "All that smoke… I can hardly remember it all. But I still see that one in the gold. She sounded so young, too. She fell into those flames trying to save my life." Dimness developed in his brown eyes. "I wanted to help her, I wanted to help her so bad, but I was too weak to reach her. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't even get the tears out. When I woke up in the hospital and heard she'd made it out, I thanked God again and again."

Cordelia knelt by his chair. "It's so good to see you're alright, Mr. Jeffries. After such a horrendous experience."

Rissy looked around the blooming garden. "This is the nicest retirement home I've ever seen."

"It sure is," Grant agreed. "It's funded by the Hardy Foundation. The staff here is real topnotch."

One of the men commented, "Those Hardy ladies are angels in the flesh. I couldn't afford a decent piece of floor on my social security."

Grant said, "I appreciate you girls going out of your way like this. Feels like kids today can't stop to care about a thing."

"It's our pleasure," Cordelia assured.

"You two go ahead and talk," Rissy encouraged. "I'll grab us some iced teas from the snack bar."

The men sent mixed responses of "thank you" and "no sugar" after her.

IIIIIII

Up against his headboard, Joey attempted to complete the rough sketch of 'Blue Woman in Paris'. His concentration seemingly as far away as France, he kept dragging his pencil along one line of the Eiffel Tower. At the foot of his bed, Cody petted Bounty while Tommy made lighthearted effort in having the rabbit punch with his front paws.

"Young men?" Erik's voice brought their attention to the door as the returning Headmasters entered.

Charles said, "Becky tells us you don't want any dinner."

Cody told him, "We're not real hungry."

With a concerned frown, the Professor knelt near the biracial boy. "I don't like you skipping meals, little kitten. Any of you, but you especially need the nutrients with the way your powers are developing. Am I to tell your mummy and daddy that I let you starve when they make it in tonight?"

Tommy put forth, "Surprised you want to feed us. Didn't Sean rat us out?"

"Did your brothers explain to us what happened earlier this afternoon?" Erik counter corrected. "Yes, they did. And we would never deny you food, regardless of anything you've done wrong. Is that clear, Thomas?"

"Yes, sir," the ten-year-old answered swiftly.

"I'm really sorry, Charles," Cody emphasized. "I'm the one who knocked the stand over. You can have all of my allowance for the next year to pay for your stuff."

Charles could only smile and wind arms around the remorseful fledging. "Oh little kitten, there's no need for that. I know it was only an accident, yes?"

Cody purred against his shoulder. "Yes."

Erik exercised great restraint in not rolling his eyes in amusement over the normally wild cat easily turned domestic kitten by the telepath's presence.

"We are sorry, Daddy," Joey spoke up.

"Super sorry," reiterated Tommy.

Charles looked at each of them as he responded, "And I forgive you all." His tone and features shifted with slight rigidity. "However, this running around the house has been a problem one too many times this week."

"We have that rule for a reason," stated Erik. "This is a very big house and you children can easily hurt yourselves badly if you are not careful."

Charles tacked on, "Which would upset me far more than the loss of any heirlooms. Now, I know your brothers already punished you, but because this is such a recent repeated offense, we're going to have to penalize you as well."

Dread appeared in Tommy's eyes. "Does this mean no more weapons training?"

Erik almost scoffed. "How much you have to learn, child. Getting out of training with me is a reward, not a punishment."

Tommy formed a little smile.

"I think you boys would benefit from going to bed an hour earlier tonight," Charles determined. "And no dessert."

"Yes," agreed Erik. "That should tame some of your excess energy."

"Yes, sirs," the three recited with mild dejection.

"And since you are going to sleep earlier," Erik went on, "you should have no trouble getting up in the morning. We're going to resume weapons training. Extensively."

Tommy covered his mouth with both hands to contain his excitement. Joey and Cody looked to each other with pleased expressions.

Charles rubbed Cody's stomach. "Do you think you could try to eat a little for me now?"

"Anything you want, Charles." Cody continued to lean on him as the man stood with him.

Joey returned Bounty to his hatch and took his father's free hand.

Eying the youngest boy, Erik reached a hand forward. Tommy hopped up to go to him. Erik swept him straight up with a spin, making the child grin down at him. Tommy giggled when Erik deposited him over his shoulder and carried him from the room.