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.

279. Chapter 279 Breather Monday

X-Men-First Class: Rise or Fall

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy-Nine

Author's Word: Hey, fam! I would say sorry for how long this took to get up, but eh, I want pizza. Please enjoy and review!

"What were they going to do with the little girl?" While massaging her brother's arms and shoulders, Anne listened keenly.

"Sell her." Fabian laid on his back with pillows supporting his upper body. "If they kept her healthy enough, they could have easily made five figures. That was actually the simple part of the week, if you can believe that. Roxbury was something else entirely."

Anne touched one of his fading bruises on his bicep. "I can't believe they did this to you after what you did for them."

"They did not know, hermanita," Fabian reminded her. "They thought they were defending one of their own from a madman. I acted foolishly. That's why this happened."
Anne lowered to tuck herself under his right arm. "I was so worried about you. You said you would be home sooner."

"I am sorry, amor." Fabian kissed the side of her hairline. "After what happened to Cordelia, we couldn't leave straight away. I wanted to be here with you."

"No," she looked up with caring eyes, "I understand. You needed to help those people. I like you as… what do they call you?"

"Earl Azurite." A small smirk toyed at his lips. "Do not tell Collin I've succumbed to the use of moronic codenames."

"I won't tell anyone," Anne vowed. "I promise. But Cordelia's father, the other ones you're working with- the normal ones… is Papi wrong?"

Fabian answered that as best he could with, "… I am afraid that may be so, hermanita. I do not know which frightens me more. The idea that all humans thirst for mutant blood or that some of them are not and figuring out which is which."

"But then… Alonzo." Anne saw that the name made Fabian's eyes flash. "Why?"

Stuck in bewildered silence, Fabian reacted to the rapping at his door followed by, "Ninos?"

"Si, Papi," returned Fabian.

Entering the room, Estevan walked towards the bed. "Are you feeling any better, mijo?"

"Si," Fabian answered. "I just can't get over what a buffoon I was, stumbling down the stairs that way."

"Now, now, accidents happen." Sitting on the side of the mattress, Estevan rubbed his son's hair in comfort. "I think you could stand a dosage of morphine tonight."

Though he wanted to refuse the pricking, Fabian nodded compliantly. "Si, Papi. Gracias."

IIIIIII

Positioned on the bench before her vanity mirror, the girl in pink and white night attire glided the bristles through a portion of her freshly conditioned golden hair. Right beside her, Midnight saw to smoothing his own silken fur with his tongue. At the rapid way her cat peered up, Samantha looked the direction he faced. With the figure beyond her window, she initially gasped until the face leaned in against the pane and recognition set in.

"Collin…" Hurrying over with hair billowing behind her, she got the center window unlatched and pulled up. "Quick before someone sees."

"It's good. I used my powers." The redhead climbed in, shaking off the evening chill. "Sorry for ambushing, but no way could I wait until the morning to see you."

Big smile in place at that, Samantha came close, tugging on the front of his New York Knicks jacket. "I missed you so much. I'm sorry my flight was delayed."

"Hey, so long as you're back in one piece, I'm all good. Besides, this way," Collin's arms found their way around her waist, "you can tell them I broke in." At her joyful expression, he started to lean in then wanted to know, "Where's your sister?"

"She doesn't have to be in for another hour. She and Ben are working on the campaign."

"Out on a school night. Some girls get all the breaks."

"I know," said Samantha with dissatisfaction. "My Uncle Charles won't let me out until the weekends still."

"Meh," Collin shrugged. "I'd rather stay in, anyway." With that, he moved in for the kiss craved by both of them for a week.

IIIIIII

Letting off an annoyed moan at not only the alarm but the confirmation that Armageddon had not struck during the night, Leon pressed down hard on his digital clock. Before he could fully rise in bed, his fuzzy vision made out the one parked in his desk chair. Swiping away the sleep dust, he found the body in cream sweater, tan skirt, and flowing waves of brown hair to not be a mirage.

After a round of staring, Leon spoke first. "So, two questions. How long have you been over there?"

"About the last twenty minutes," Melissa estimated. "Do you know you have complete and utter immunity to bedhead? I swear, it's a more captivating sight than sunrise."

Shaking out the black strands, Leon next asked, "Why are you over there?"

"I just told you, sunrise head."

"No, sunrise slowness. I mean, why are you over there?" he repeated with emphasis on the last word. "If you're going to creep into my bedroom, you could at least creep into my bed."

Releasing an overdone sigh, Melissa dissolved and reformed right next to him on the mattress. "Satisfied? Have I met your full creeper requirements?"

"Beautiful…" Leon reached out for the foam cup she held in one hand.

Lifting it higher up, Melissa pointed to the desk. "Yours is over there, vulture."

Glancing over, Leon ordered the cup into his hand and took an extended drink through the lid's thin slot. "Hm…" Facing her again, he determined, "Creeper requirements exceeded."

"Get used to that." Melissa relaxed against his headboard. "You are dating the creepiest girl in night school."

"And you are wish fulfillment." Leon sipped his coffee longingly. "Going to need that to return to the grind today."

"Oh, shut up," Melissa dismissed without a trace of concern. "At least you got a spring break. But GED prep isn't all bad. Being your biker babe is a perk."

"We should form our own gang. And by gang I of course mean you, me, and the air around us."
"I don't know about that. Air might be too much of a third wheel. But anyway, we can shop for matching tattoos later." Melissa maneuvered to sit on her knees in front of him and laid a hand on his ankle. "So, kick intellectual ass, continue your reign of superiority over the happy elites, and be as bad as mutantly possible without killing anyone. Not until I'm around to watch."

Leon stated, "Foreplay for the mind-fucked."

"No need to screw when you're already screwed up. Hm, we should put that on bumper stickers." Melissa stood from the bed, still looking at him. "See you tonight, psychobabbler."

"Until we meet again, cheese head." Leon watched her return to air and flutter through the window.

Raising his cup, Leon savored the remainder of the caffeinated brew.

IIIIIII

Dressed in beige slacks, a sky blue collared shirt, and a caramel blazer for the return to academics, Fabian made his way into the large study.

"You wanted to see me, Father?"

"Considering I didn't for a full week, absolutely," the man behind the desk replied. "You and Cordelia have been spending a great deal of time away together. It's left me to wonder…"

Taking a seat in one of the chairs that faced him, Fabian assured, "We haven't succumbed to temptation, Father. I swear to it."

"I believe you," Estevan said plainly. "However, that isn't the reason behind my curiosity. With the time you've taken to get to know her family on top of attending public school simply to be with her, the two of you are far more serious than mere high school steadies. I want you to be honest, mijo. Do you intend on taking this courtship with Cordelia Frost to its logical conclusion?"

As truthful as he could respond, Fabian said, "Someday, Papi, I would like to. It is what we both want. But not right now."

"Understandable." Estevan folded his hands on his desk. "Does she realize that when and if that day arrives, she must fully and completely submit to our mission and way of life? She will have to leave the X-Men's philosophy behind in that mansion and be prepared to do whatever it takes to achieve mutant sovereignty."

Fabian told him, "Cordelia is more committed to our kind than I can describe to you, Father."

Estevan nodded. "If she chooses to return to Boston for university, would you want to relocate there?"

"The Acolytes don't need to relocate, Papi," Fabian insisted. "Anne, Brenda, Collin, Max- they have stability here; school, friends. Boston is only a drive away and I will report to you daily if you command it. I've discussed the possibility with Anne already. Por favor, Padre, we cannot uproot them."

After a short silence, Estevan said, "I agree. Only the thought of my chico apart from me…"

Fabian looked at him with shining brown eyes. "Apart or near, Papi, you're with me. You mustn't worry about me. I've had your guidance my entire life. Focus on Max and Collin. They are the ones who need you most now; that will stray into shark-infested waters without a father."

Moving from his seat wordlessly, Estevan walked around to his son's side. "You are my pride, mijito."

At his open arms, Fabian stood to hug and lean on him.

IIIIIII

"Vote for Angel." She handed out another of the chocolate treats with frosting as pink as the turtleneck she currently wore. "Vote Angel for Prom Queen."

"Ben Braunstein," at the folding table next to the girl's, he passed out cupcakes topped with blue icing, "your next Prom King."

Droves of students lined up for the desserts.

"Hey, guys," Angel and Ben gazed over at the young photographer, "one for the school paper? Please?"

"Oh definitely," Angel beamed. "Thank you."

He readied camera and flasher. "Smile big now."

"Not a problem." Ben hugged Angel from behind, placing his chin on her shoulder.

After he snapped a few shots, they resumed serving.

"Vote Ben and An—" Angel paused at the girl who stepped up next and gave her a wide grin. "Rita, hi. Wow, it's so nice to have your support. It's very big of you."

With a sneer, Rita acknowledged her with, "If it isn't Minute Maya's little mutt friend."

"Well, if it isn't Maya's…" Angel appeared to go into deep thought on that one. "Come to think of it, you're basically nothing to her, Raggedy Rita."

Rita put a hand on her hip and rolled her head haughtily. "You're honestly trying to outdo me- me- for Prom Queen? In case you hadn't noticed, this is my school; all four years."

"It's my school, too," Angel refuted. "All four quarters."

"You are in for such an unbelievable fall, I almost feel sorry for you," Rita claimed. "Any votes you get will be nothing but pity over that locker thing."

Angel came back with, "Wouldn't that be wonderful? A testimony that the beauty of diversity can sprout from something so ugly."

When Rita searched for a counter, Ben piped up, "I hate to interrupt, considering your clear desperate need for self-assurance, but we have cupcakes to give away before homeroom. See, while you were busy picking out eyeshadow this morning, we were getting setup."

Coming up through the crowd, Mack slipped an arm around Rita and spat, "How would you like those cupcakes shoved up your ass?"

"Be my guest," Ben shrugged. "Doc McCoy is in his office. What do you think of this for your campaign slogan?" Ben gestured grandly with his hands. "Paddled Prom King."

Glaring, Mack replied, "You're lucky we got stuff to do. Let's go, babe." He steered Rita away, who shot one more callous look at her competitor.

Angel sent her a smile before giving a cupcake to a football player who walked up next.

II

Each with a wicker basket in her possession, the girls moved through the halls while offering the button pins to any passing senior.

"Pick Angel Salvadore for Prom Queen." Maya gave two to a pair of students from her AP Biology class. "Ben Braunstein, that once and future Prom King."

"Heaven's Hottest Thing." Brenda passed some to members of her grade with older siblings. "Angel Salvadore and Ben Braunstein for Prom Queen and King." She then noticed the Mack and Rita posters of them in medieval attire. "How petty would it be to doodle horns on those crowns they're wearing?"

Seeing what she meant, Maya replied, "Extremely along with crude and immature. But, you know, if one of us just happens to get a little too close to them while holding a flamethrower…"

Brenda giggled connivingly then remembered something. "This reminds me, what do you think about putting together bitty baskets for your bridesmaids? We could personalize them with everyone's favorite colors, candies, maybe some mini perfume and lotion bottles."

"That sounds great, Brenda," Maya concurred excitedly. "And it reminds me of something, too. You have been so amazing ever since you found out about my engagement. Raven, of course, is my Matron of Honor, but I'd really love for you to be my Maid of Honor."

"Oh my God, that—" Brenda stopped shortly and looked reflective. "Wait, what's the difference?"

"Matrons are married," Maya explained.

"Ah, gotcha." Understanding in place, Brenda threw giddy arms around her. "And yes, yes, I'd love to!"

Maya managed to hug the enthused sophomore back without falling over.

II

Finishing off the remainder of his blue cupcake while sporting a button on his jacket lapel, Fabian spotted and hastened to the girl in yellow attire. Cordelia stopped moving as soon as she saw him and enjoyed the delicate embrace he provided.

"How are you feeling? I tried to call you last night."

"Sorry." Cordelia touched their lips together briefly before any administrator could bother them about it. "I took a hot soak and went to bed early. The aching was so much better last night. How are you? How's Anne?"

"I told her everything and she's backing us," Fabian informed, getting a pleased expression from his girlfriend. "The best part is our father believed me about the fall. As much as I loathe it, the morphine he gave me really helped. I still won't be doing much in the gym this week."

"If that's the very worst, I'll take it."

Nodding his agreement, Fabian left an arm around her and they started for class.

IIIIIII

On his way out of his office, Darryl stayed in place outside the door at the pair making a purposeful path for him. The man in brick-red suit headed for him very much the image of a bull on a rampage while the woman in ivory pantsuit appeared reasonably stoic.

"Well, look what the cat—"

Erik cut into him with, "What is this about Simeon being released and how the hell were we not informed?"

The unmoved Darryl held onto his clipboard while eyeing the furious male with flat incredulity. "Alright, first of all, I have had only a half cup of coffee this morning and we are currently standing in a camera blind spot, therefore you might want to stick it in reverse before my attorney has to put together an insanity defense." Still glaring, Erik inched back from him. "Secondly, you have been here all of three times in the last two weeks. With spring upon him and his mood levels steadily improving, Simeon's family checked him out on Friday. And you know something, I really would have liked your consultation on the matter, but you haven't been around since the first part of last week."

"We explained to you that situations at home required out attention and time away," Emma reminded him. "You could have telephoned."

"I don't have time to chase down volunteers," Darryl said matter-of-factly. "You know the member of patients I have under my care, many in far worse states than Simeon. You might be able to pick up and drop this place at your leisure, but that is not and can never be my privilege."

"Our leisure?" a perturbed Emma echoed. "We have done what we can despite the strain from our home life on top of providing ample funding."

"Mrs. Xavier, with all due respect, don't try to throw you checkbook in my face." Darryl attempted to keep a lock on his calm. "The first funding for this place came out of my wallet and continues to. Because either I keep these mutants from spiraling out of control or leave them to the world. Or the Department of Mutant Affairs. Either way, they are fucked and forgotten."

An ill silence passed through the corridor.

Easing his temper, Erik wanted to know, "Why would you allow Simeon back into that world?"

Darryl explained, "This is the way his seasonal depression works. His family's out in the country, flowers are everywhere. I couldn't deny his release. But I do have a representative who goes personally to check in on his situation. So far, it's going well. I will keep you in the loop, but I must also remind you that Simeon is not the only young person here needing the patient guidance you both offer."

Erik exhaled, mostly to relax his pulse. "I understand and appreciate it."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm behind on rounds." Darryl proceeded through the hall.

Emma watched him go then looked to her brother-in-law. "We cannot be everywhere at once. Not even with my mind and your stealth capabilities."

"I… I'm aware of that." Erik walked by her. "We should look in on David Valor. See if he's managed to sleep without igniting the lights."

Emma moved to walk alongside him.

IIIIIII

When his X-Tots laid down for a nap together in the middle of the Howletts' bed, Alex found some difficulty in getting Todd settled. He walked in a circle with the bitty boy against his shoulder, hushing and soothing him. When the baby went from discontented moaning to showing clear signs of wanting to cry, Alex carried him out of the suite so as not to wake the others.

Getting a hunch as to the reason behind Todd's fussiness, Alex headed for the garage with him. "Let's go find your daddy." They made it down to the massive parking space where Alex remembered the Veteran saying he would be. "Hey, Wolverine!"

From one secluded nook, Logan showed his face. "Come here a sec, pretty boy." When the younger male approached with his son, Logan took his baby into his arms. "You giving blondie grief, Pup?"

"He just decided no dozing without Daddy today. He's an ace compared to when Mira starts missing Kayla." Alex noticed the amount of yellow caution tape along with assortment of cleaning products that blocked off the area Logan had stepped out from. "Who'd you bury?"

"Nobody this week. Check this out." Logan maneuvered through the tape without damaging it or disturbing his tempering son.

Alex followed after him, seeing the thick cloak over some sizable mound. Logan used one hand to remove the covering and reveal the machine underneath.

Releasing an impressed whistle, Alex further reacted, "Whoa... This lady's dynamite." Coming closer, he ran his hand over the hood of the Chrysler. "Saratoga- This is what, a '57?"

"'58." Logan enjoyed the feel of Todd clutching fistfuls of his shirt as his fatigue increased and kissed the soft hair steadily growing in on the top of his head. "Had to visit five dealerships before I settled on it. Quad headlights, 122 chassis."

"Ohh, nice." As naturally as absorbing oxygen, Alex got the hood up for closer examination. "But I can't believe you're taking on another restoration so soon with everything else going on. It wasn't that long ago that you decked out the Caddy."

"Well, this one's got a time crunch on it." Logan touched the car's roof. "I'm puttin' it together for Maya." Alex raised his head to him. "Her grad gift from me and Fox. Their schedules are goin' to be tight enough. The one car won't cut it."

"That's for sure," Alex agreed. "Two different schools, class times, Sean's gigs."

"Right. Can't wait to get this thing together." Todd secure to his front, Logan moved around the vehicle. "Engine's already in decent shape, but it'll be runnin' like a champ when I'm through. Getting her a whole new set of tires, rims, even a radio for her to keep track of the weather and traffic. Addin' her to our insurance so she has full coverage." Logan rapped knuckles on the driver's side window. "A fresh coat of paint in the prettiest shade of blue she's ever seen."

Alex listened, eyes almost spilling over with admiration when he finished detailing. "I got to tell you, Wolves, I have mad respect for everything you're doing. After the fuss over Raven and Hank's wedding, it's nowhere near fair how many hits Maya and Sean have had to take for theirs. First, Hank, Charles, and Erik blow up then Sean's old man just had to take his turn lighting the fuse. But you? Father-of-the-bride doesn't sound nearly good enough."

Logan shrugged a shoulder. "Just doin' a man's duty." He spoke specifically to Todd with, "You remember that," and briefly nuzzled noses with him before turning to Alex again. "And you're doin' pretty good yourself, brother-of-the-groom. Just do me one favor and make sure Red and Smiley steer clear from this area."

"Not a problem," Alex assured. "They only ever come down here to make a beeline for the BMW. I swear, auto shop is the one class those two would actually flunk."

Logan chuckled and walked with Todd. "Better lay this Pup down before Fox comes home to his snarlin'."

While Logan carried the baby out, Alex cloaked the car and restacked materials to block it from visual range completely.

IIIIIII

By the end of the all too insipid school day, Fabian felt better than he did at the start. After a stop at his locker then Cordelia's for a parting kiss, he went out to the student parking lot. In identical "Angel-Ben" buttons pinned to their jacket fronts and book bags, Collin and Samantha waited by the Ferrari chatting. It surprised Collin to see Fabian in the same docile state from earlier, having assumed fatigue from the week caused it at breakfast. However, Collin's full attention remained with the blonde before him.

Samantha requested, "Do you think you could help pass out fliers when they're ready?"

"You got it," Collin guaranteed. "I'll paste the place with them. Right over Mack Malloy's smug, sissy snake face."

A smug smirk of his own that caused him no shame came to Fabian's face.

Samantha clapped giddily. "You're the best." She brought equally thrilled arms around him.

Collin pulled her in to kiss. "Can I pick you up tomorrow?"

"I'll call you after dinner. I'm going to have all my homework and chores done before my uncles get home."

"Make sure you throw in how much you missed them over break."

"Great idea!' Samantha gave one final peck to his lips, "Got to go," then made haste to her sister's car.

Approaching her housemates after saying bye to Maya, Brenda remarked, "If that's not the cutest thing…"

Collin looked to her with an entirely unamused expression. "Save the wisecracks about me and Sam, okay?"

"I'm talking about that smile you get when she's around," Brenda informed. "Like the entire Milky Way is lit up all around you." She tugged on the strap of her bag with a bit of a swoon. "I'm glad she's home."

Dipping his chin to conceal any signs of redness beyond his hair, Collin said, "We better go grab the kids."

Fabian unlocked the car for them. Brenda sat in the back on the front right, knowing Anne would want to be near Fabian after the week without him and that Max wanted next to Collin period.

Getting behind the wheel, Fabian adjusted the mirror, brown eyes zeroing in on his riders. "Get your seatbelts on."

The younger teens looked up from rummaging inside their bags with twin expressions of surprise.

"But they're irritating," Collin grumbled while Brenda claimed, "They wrinkle my clothes."

"They were not added on for decorative purposes," Fabian said matter-of-factly. "Put them on and do not make me say it again."

A sheepish Brenda clamped on her restraint. A taken aback Collin did the same. He knew temperamental Fabian and bossy Fabian, but adamantly cautious Fabian?

"And also," Fabian started up the Ferrari, "I'm glad Sam is home as well."

While Collin only blinked at him, Brenda smiled, "You, too. That you're home, too."

Fabian only bobbed his head before leaving the lot.

At the grammar school, Collin retrieved his notebook to start on homework so as to not have his evening phone conversation hindered. Brenda pulled out a book as well, though hers contained magazine cutouts of various formal gowns. Fabian did not bother trying to concentrate on any one thing with his scattered thoughts. He silently worked to collect them, not wanting to project any stress into his sister's mind.

The last dismissal bell went off and Collin all but dropped his work. Getting out of the car, it did not surprise him to see his brother among the first to break free from the building. They met up with an acknowledging high-five. Fabian and Brenda watched them contentedly through the windows. When Fabian spotted Anne, he leaned over to get the door open for her.

Climbing into her seat, she kissed his cheek. "Hola, hermano."

"Hola, amor." Fabian fixed her seatbelt for her. "Do you have cheerleading practice?"

"Not until tomorrow. They wanted us to breathe for Monday or something like that," Anne shrugged, translating adult logic. "Hi, Brenda."

"Greetings, lovely," the older girl returned.

Once the Murphy boys rejoined them, Fabian took them straight to the manor. The youths found it vacant. Fabian already knew his father and Marco would be handling something until that evening. With Melissa and Jimmy, he could not begin to guess their whereabouts. He at least figured Melissa would be back in time to be escorted to night school by Leon.

After they deposited their school things and changed into casual attire, Fabian followed Anne and Max out back. Remaining on the porch, he watched them throw the ball back and forth for Jack. The terrier's every step seemed to contain a barrel of zealous energy. Fabian wished to borrow at least a cup's worth from the little dog.

Leaving Jack and Max to play one on one for a while, Anne went to sit with her brother. Taking the girl into his hold, Fabian enjoyed having her in his line of sight again. Unfortunately, it reminded him of another far from his vision. He thought about Zelia and the others, including the ones who survived the Roxbury blaze, placed a tighter clutch on his sister.
When the children moved on to homework, Fabian decided he had to do something beyond engage in his tedious studies. Already long-sleeve workout attire, the teen made tracks for the gym. Weights and cardio far from his mind and present ability, he collected a few sharp stars from the locked case with the knives. Getting into position five or so yards away from the foam targets, Fabian began flinging the metal pieces. Cutting through the air, they hit his every mark. Once all stuck, he pulled them free from the target and got back into place to begin again.

At the abrupt materialization of the small body directly in front of his target, Fabian felt his heart take a plunge. Dropping to the mat, Max broke into giggles. Relieved at the star missing him, rage soon took that emotion's place.

"You think that's funny?" he barked, making the little boy glance up in sincere alarm. "That star could've split your empty head, you foolish whelp!"

Max got to his feet. "I was just kidding around, Fabi."

"Really?" Fabian's expression became darkly menacing. "Let's see how funny you find this next part…" When the fledgling mutant vanished from sight, Fabian determined, "Oh no." Raising his hand, he cause a reverse energy boy that forced him into visibility again. "Your powers will not save you this time."

Max tried to run, but stumbled then struggled at the grip the older male placed on the neck of his t-shirt. "Ah, Fabi! I was just playing."

Completely ignoring every plea uttered by him, Fabian brought the struggling boy over to the closest bench. The Spaniard hardly sat down himself before depositing Max over his lap. Yanking his lounge pants along with his underwear straight down, Fabian began raining swats at such a rapid rate that his hand almost blurred before his eyes. Max's cries erupted quickly and loudly and he tried to squirm. The strikes to his thighs ordered him into place, where he could only sob continuously.

Not stopping until he produced a dark red bottom, Fabian made him stand and jabbed a finger near his face. "Don't you ever, ever fool around that way again! I don't want to see you so much as two feet near this gym without permission. Do you understand me?" When he only continued to cry, Fabian shook him at the shoulders. "Answer me!"

"Ye- yes!" Max's voice cracked miserably and he lowered his head.

As his heartrate returned to normal and the heated pressure reduced from his temples, Fabian eased his breathing and took in the one before him. The small ginger produced cascading tears, hitched breaths, and shivers throughout his body.

Fabian worked his briefs and pants back into place, not missing the way he winced. "I… it's only pain. It won't even last. Real agony is a flying star through your head or chest."

Hating to stand anymore because of the intense sting, Max went to his knees with a strained mumbling of, "M'sorry…. M'sorry…" The last one came with additional sobbing.

Fabian fully absorbed the sight and tight knot formed in his chest. "Hermanito…" He reached for him, but Max tumbled back with fear consuming his features. "Max… if I wanted to really hurt you, I can easily use my powers. But that isn't how I want to use them." Making the hand emit the charged wave, Max experienced relief enough to calm his cries, though his behind remained sore. "Now, go," Fabian bowed his head tiredly, "go to your room and lay down."

Using part of the bench to pull up, Max left the gym sniffling. As he journeyed upstairs, he used his fists to wipe away his tear tracts. He did not want to explain the reason for them if he happened upon his brother.

IIIIIII

For dinner prep, Angel and Cordelia stashed away to the kitchen, discussing the Prom more than anything. When Frank came in to help them, he and Angel handled the hot portion of the meal. Cordelia stayed away from the stove by putting together a green salad as well as one of fresh fruit that would complement the two ten-pound roast chickens. After they loaded the birds, Angel sat at the table sprinkling cinnamon and other add-ons onto the already boiled and sliced sweet potatoes. Listening to her campaign ideas, Frank stirred the tall pot of spaghetti that he would add meat sauce and mozzarella to later.

Out in the dining room, the Headmasters along with Emma and Raven returned home. A particularly annoying traffic cluster had prevented their planned arrival by over an hour. The women went right to seeing about their small children. The men took their seats, expecting the little ones to soon come to them like some sort of gravitational force. While Becky and Joey offered hugs and kisses, the oldest Howlett boy acted as the first to take over the Professor's lap space.

Reclining at the head of the table, Charles arms went around him automatically and he massaged at his back. "Did you have a good day, little kitten?" He used a soft tone to pass only between the two of them.

"I didn't get yelled at," the child reported.

"That's a small favor I can always appreciate," Charles smiled. "How was the playground?"

"My claws were good, too," Cody said. "We played capture the flag."

"Lucky," and Charles meant the remark. "Did you have your shot before your daddy left?"

"Mmhmm, but I wasn't thinkin' about it too much. I was thinkin' about Tommy."

Charles bent his head to kiss his temple. "Miss him already?" He felt Cody's nod in the form of a nuzzle. "I know. I think we all do." With the extreme quiet from Erik as well as Sean, he could guarantee the sentiment.

When Logan walked in with Kayla, Charles had to hang onto his chair at how hastily Cody zipped away from him. The man chuckled, unable to blame his enthusiasm whenever the boy caught sight of his mother. Emma carried in Brian and Charles grew immediately concerned at his baby's abnormally downcast expression.

Emma handed him to Charles for a kiss and the male telepath wondered, "What's the matter, lamb?" He looked to Alex. "Did he get into any trouble today?"

"Nope," the young man shook his head, "and don't jinx it. He's been good."

Brian touched Charles' shoulder as a request for his prompt attention and used one tiny thin finger to point out the man closest to Charles' chair. "Uncree…"

Erik could only stare at first over how much Brian's concerned face mirrored his father's so closely. "Lab Mouse?"

"Yes, Uncle Erik does seem a bit down, doesn't he?" Charles agreed with his boy. "Perhaps you can get him to talk about it."

"At least then we would know his mutation," Emma commented. "Miracle worker."

Giving the telepaths looks, Erik took Brian into his grasp. "Uncle Erik is down because he hasn't seen his little mouse since this morning. You were a good boy today?" Erik kissed his small hand. "That's a chocolate for you after dinner."

Alex pressed, "And Mira, Todd, and Kiki?"

"Yes, of course," Erik nodded.

Kiki proved too distracted herself as she slid down from Hank's lap to reach another end of the table.

Very much in his own mental space, Sean reacted to the hand on his thigh. Features lighting up over who touched him, he swept Kiki up and kissed her cheek repeatedly. Next to him, Maya could only smile at her fierce and tiny competitor taking the lead if it meant such elation for her fiancé.

After everyone along with the food united at the table, Joey went to Angel's chair. "You know those sketches you wanted for the campaign fliers?"

"Oh yeah," Angel definitely recollected. "I don't want to rush you, baby, but do you think you can have them by Friday?"

"Here you go." Joey opened the folder he had with him and hand her the three drawings. "Are these okay?"

"What… I…." Angel leafed through, excitement growing with every one she saw. "I just asked you for these this morning."

Joey explained, "Laci had a doctor's appointment today and I needed something to do during break time in art class."

A floored Hank shot Charles a look that clearly asked, "Who is this child?" The Professor only smiled, not surprised by his Joey.

"Thank you, thank you!" Angel hugged the little blonde tightly. "Oh my God…" She returned to the drawings. "I am racing to the printers after school tomorrow. Wait until Ben sees."

Emma said, "Adrienne must have been over the moon when you announced your plans for Prom Queen."

"She offered to hire a guy with a crowbar to bust the competition's knee caps," Angel recalled. "But I'm going to go ahead and make that Plan B for now."

Maya offered, "I'll do it free of charge."

Logan's eyebrow jumped to his hairline. "Smiley?"

"Look, this is bigger than Angel winning," Maya reasoned. "It's about Rita Wilson, bug-eyed skank that she is, losing."

"You will watch your words at this table, young lady," chided Erik. "However true they may be."

Victor shook his head. "Look, I know how fiery things can get between little girls, but are you really out to tear each other to shreds over a crown?"

"Yes," came the chorus of X-Girls, including Kiki but loudest by Raven.

"At my high school," Leon piped up, "sophomore year, a bunch of the unpopular girls got so fed up with how they were treated that they got together and jumped the Homecoming Queen right outside her house one night. I think she needed ten stitches in her face."

Becky's response of, "I hope she was blonde," received all eyes of varying degrees of horror on her. "They were awful at my old school."

Samantha tilted her head thoughtfully while Emma said, "All too often the case."

Charles said pointedly, "And this is why we should never generalize. Also, while we are on this subject, see to it that this campaign doesn't get out of hand, Angel. You are young ladies. Conduct yourselves as such."

"Of course, Charles," the young model promised.

"By the way," Leon spoke again, eyeing Becky, "she was a blonde."

Becky made no attempt to mask her gleeful expression.

When they passed dessert around later, Samantha recounted, "All of my homework is done, I vacuumed the second floor, changed Midnight's litter boxes, and clean up our bathroom, even though it isn't my turn and it wasn't my makeup all over the counter. You know, I could get more studying done if I leave for school even earlier than today, but I don't want Angie rushed on my account."

Victor answered the actual question she had on her mind, "Go tell Freckles to pick you up in the mornin', Sam."

The girl went from leonine to Road Runner at the rate she left the table.

IIIIIII

Face buried in Jack's side fur, both child and dog reacted to the knob turning and door opening.

The drowsy boy moved to his knees. "Tio…"

"Yes." Estevan closed the door, taking the time to undo his tie. "I just spoke to Fabian. Come here, please." When he sat on the side of the bed, Estevan did not miss the fright in Max's eyes. "Calm down. I need to check on you." With relief, Max crawled over his lap. Estevan tugged down his pants enough to observe the fading redness and recovered him. "This must have hurt very badly. Had I done something earlier, it probably wouldn't have happened."

A now confused Max sat up in his lap, hanging onto the man's front. "Huh?"

"Ever since you came here, I've allowed you to get away with too much. I should have given you twice what Fabian did today over that stunt in the pool. I want you to feel at home here and be as comfortable as you like playing with your powers, but this is the end of your dangerous tomfoolery with them." Estevan gave him a locked look. "Any more of what happened today and you can expect a spanking as soon as I walk through the door. Do you understand me, Maxwell?"

"Y-yes, Tio," he replied straightaway. "I'm sorry, Tio."

Estevan next determined, "You need to eat, but first a bath with chilled water. Would you like that?"

Max nodded eagerly. "Yes, Tio."

"And that's another thing," Estevan noted. "I don't want you calling me Tio any longer." Before Max's face could fall, the man tacked on, "Call me Papi from now on. Can you say that?"

"Papi," Max parroted happily.

"Si, muy bueno." With a kiss to his head, Estevan laid the boy down again and went to retrieve a set of pajamas for after his bath.

IIIIIII

One hand over the top of the sword's case, the metal wielder faced towards the activity right outside his den.

"Are you sure he's in here?" Pushing through the marginal space in one door, Brian toddled in with Charles right behind. "My word, he is in here, isn't he?"

"I thought I made good on my chocolate debt to you." Erik picked up Brian and went to sit at the desk with him. "One caramel and that is it for the night, Lab Mouse." He looked up at his brother. "Would the Lab Rat like a treat?"

"I really need to cut back." Charles ran a hand down his slightly pudgy front. "… Yes."

With a smirk, Erik opened the correct drawer. He unwrapped a piece for Brian and handed Charles his. The telepath sat on the arm of the sofa to munch on his and eye the bosom pair.

"Can you believe our little ones? Chasing each other with water balloons." Charles shook his head with a small smile. "Simply running through the house must have been too small scale."

"It didn't really surprise me." Erik played in Brian's growing hair. "Frank, Becky, and Joey used to scamper about like that constantly, remember? They would get so involved in play, they didn't notice storm clouds until the rain poured down."

"Oh, what a lovely sight that came from that. Muddy tracks all over the floor, the carpets—" Charles paused. "And I am going to completely transform into my mother one of these days."

Faint laughter echoed from Erik. "I often hear mine through my butchered singing to Becky at night. Father during Torah."

"Even when they seem far away, their influence stays with you. As yours will for Tommy. And Simeon." Erik faced away from Brian to Charles. "As wonderful as the connections are that you made, they left me very pained as well. I hate the fact that they cannot stay with you. But regardless, you had an effect on both those boys. Simeon trusted you. Tommy learned much from you."

Erik remained quiet for a while with Brian pawing at his shirt. "Was it better before? Being nothing more than a drill sergeant for these boys?"

"No," Charles answered without considered, "that was only easier- for you. I saw you during your weapons training with them, brother. You were right at home. So were they."

At Brian attempting to suckle on his fingers, Erik asked, "What's your price for this one?"

Charles held up his empty wrapper. "A few more of these and he's all yours." He smirked at the soft scowl that resulted from Brian.

IIIIIII

Without so much as a night lamp on, Fabian sat in a knee-hugging position, not tightly so as not to irritate his healing abdomen, at his headboard. Glancing to the side, he picked up the receiver on his nightstand and punched in a series of number on his touch-tone phone.

As soon as he heard the voice on the other end, the teenager wanted to know, "How long do you spank a seven-year-old?"

"… Fabian?"
"Well, obviously." Fabian rolled his eyes, not caring that they could not be seen. "Would you answer the question, please?"

"You mean the most random question that you picked a quarter after midnight to phone about?"

Fabian dismissed that with, "I did not get you out of bed."

Currently leaning back in the desk chair of his study, Byron admitted, "Fair enough. Care to clue me in a little more? What seven-year-old are you referring to?"

"One of the little mutants here," Fabian explained. "Max. He has the power to turn himself invisible."

Byron gaped at the mere idea. "A seven-year-old capable of invisibility? That's a disaster picture in the making. What happened?"

"I was using throwing stars in our gym earlier. My mind had to be far from home because I didn't detect him until he appeared in front of me and my target."

"Impudent brat," Byron reacted so strongly that Fabian had to remember he did not mean him. "You spanked him, I take it? Please God."

"I did," Fabian confirmed. "But not the way you did with me. Not even the way my father would. I just saw red and the next thing I knew his behind was the same color."

"Did you leave bruising?"

"No, nothing like that. His crying could've shaken the walls, though."

"Trust me, amigo. The only creature who can wail louder than a seven-year-old boy is a two-year-old boy," Byron said only half-humorously. "Punished kids go for as much drama as possible. Try taking away a teenage girl's telephone privileges. What happened after that?"

Fabian further recalled, "I used my powers to soothe him a little and sent him to his room."

"Sounds to me like you did the right thing," Byron approved.

"My father said that when I told him."

"But I doubt highly if you would be calling me at this hour if you felt the same way."

"I don't… I don't know what's wrong with me," Fabian confessed in frustration. "With my sister, Zelia, Cordelia I can show this gentler side. A side that's… capable of love. My father shows love me to me, in private that is."

"Your father raised you from birth," Byron pointed out. "You're comfortable with each other. Girls are the softer sex. It's easier to return affection to them. It's much different within our male culture. When Dex is in trouble, I have to establish firm dominance to prevent rebellion as he grows older. He's a great, sweet kid, but it takes work on my part to keep him that way. You're only eighteen and not used to the disciplinarian role. Carrying it out is one thing, but the aftermath is difficult. If you're willing to keep trying, this kid will probably appreciate having you in his life."

Going into temporary silence, Fabian then asked, "Has anyone been by to see Zelia and the others?"

"We dropped some books off by there earlier," Byron told him. "She's good. Asked about you, of course… Look, Fabian, if you need it, I can cut out early today and drive down."

"… No, no, I'm fine. My father hasn't probed me about my injuries and I don't want our allegiance brought to light any time soon. But, um…. I- gracias."

"De nada," Byron returned. "And amigo? Go to bed. Now."

With another eye roll, Fabian said, "I'll take it under advisement. Good night, old man."

"Good night and don't roll your eyes at me," Byron came back with, "young man."

As they hung up, Fabian stared at his phone base as if searching it for a hidden camera or possible poltergeist.

IIIIIII

As the smoke cloaked everything and the blaze sought to consume, the girl's entire frame gave into shakes.

"Cordy?" Rushing in, Charles only took time enough to flick on the light before hurrying to her bedside. "Love," he gathered her up, right into his arms, "it's alright." He kissed her damp hairline twice. "It's alright."

Finding herself against his chest, Cordelia instinctively clung to him with a sob of, "Charles…"

Arriving next, Emma carried over a glass of water. "Drink this down, darling."

Cordelia took it along with several sips. "Thanks, sis."

"You're so warm." Emma felt her head.

"Darling, I saw flashes of flame when you cried out," Charles said, glancing down into the weary blue eyes. "Did something happen while you were in Boston?" Cordelia nodded admittedly. "What, love? Please tell us."

"… Daddy's old neighborhood."

"Roxbury?" recalled Emma.

"Mmhmm," her sister nodded again. "There was a fire at this building and some of the people died… it was a hate crime."

"Oh, darling." Charles brought her into another close hug.

Cordelia tugged on his sleeve miserably. "Ever since it happened, it's like I can feel those flames. All those people… why did it have to happen?"

"It didn't." Emma stroked the girl's hair from behind. "That's the sickest part. These bombings, attacks, threats to children just trying to go to school- none of it has to happen. Nothing good results from it and the flames of hatred burn with more disastrous effects than the fires."

"Leon was so right to warn about that possible bomb threat at the school," Charles said. "Cleared or not, we must all remain vigilant that way. In these wretched times, we cannot give into complacency." Charles held Cordelia's hand in a loving squeeze. "You know that we will do everything to keep you safe, yes? To better things for all of you?"

"I know," Cordelia whispered. "I… I wanted to tell you, but I just…"

"Shhhh. Come on now." Charles moved to keep holding her with his back supported by the pillows and his chest doing the same for Cordelia's head. "We're right here, Cordy. Right here with you. Rest now, my girl."

Emma stood to turn the light off. She returned to the bed and laid down, helping her husband to securely sandwich in her sister. It took a few minutes, but Cordelia eventually discovered sleep again between them.