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.

283. Chapter 283 Togetherness

Chapter Two Hundred Eighty-Two

Author's Word: … Twenty days? It's been twenty days since I posted?! How did this happen? What must I have been doing? *Attempts to bag and throw away residual birthday and Christmas wrapping* Seriously, can't think of a thing. I hope all of you had a wonderful Christmas and/or are enjoying the Hanukah celebration. I'm sorry this has taken so long, but yay, we're closing 2016 X-Men: Rise or Fall style. Please enjoy, review, and refrain from tragic New Year related stupidity!

Arms coiled and fingers linked together, the blue-eyed pair laid in the child's bed with gazes lingering on the ceiling. In the small space between their two heads, Bounty nestled on top of a pillow. His lightly wet nose tickled at Joey's temple and the boy inwardly delighted at the cool contact from the otherwise warm bodied animal.
He put forth, "You're still Glimmer, right?"

"Still an X-Man," Cordelia confirmed. "Just with "Lady" to precede it."

"I know azurites are blue, but why'd Fabian change his name to Earl?" Joey wondered.

Cordelia could not help smiling. "Earls are members of the royal court as well, only less heard of than dukes or lords."

"Your new host brother is Count Domino, right?" At her nod, Joey's expression grew favorable. "That sounds so cool!"

"I know," Cordelia agreed. "I can't wait for you and Nate to meet. Completely genius, but every kind of fun."

Joey looked at her with a show of concern. "You don't think Harvard will change him into Uncle Hank, do you?"

Cordelia tugged on his hand with false firmness. "You adorable scoundrel. Leave Hank be. He's still licking his wounds over your artistic superiority."

With a smug grin seldom seen on Joey's bright face, he stared upward again. "But Uncle Chris- Sir Malachite- he has the sword?"

"You mean your sword?" At her nephew's confusion, Cordelia informed him, "Our weapons are electrical energy, not blades. Chris created them, but you inspired him."

Sitting up in untold disbelief, Joey could only respond, "What?"

Cordelia considered something and faced him again. "In a way, all the people we've helped have been because of you."

Joey's eyes glowed, seemingly trying to take such a notion in until he thought about another issue. "Will Uncle Chris and Grandpa be mad you told me about the Courtiers?"

Cordelia replied dismissively, "If Fabian and I can survive fire and mob chaos, I think they'll be okay. As if I would actually keep something like this from you. You're the one who kept me safely hidden."

Joey inched in to lay his head on her front. "Aunt Cordy… you're going to be okay, right? I don't- no more fires for you."

Cordelia sent both her arms around his thin frame. "That's one order I'm glad to follow. Don't worry." She held onto him tighter. "I'll be careful and you keep being my own private knight."

Joey responded softly but surely, "Promise."

IIIIIII

Initially alarmed at rolling over to see a figure at the wide window, Becky's mind gained clarity ahead of her eyes and she felt safe again.

Scott? Detaching from her father's side, Becky tipped daintily across the sleeping area so as not to disturb the slumbering boychicks.

The entranced boy managed to look from the glass to her. They're here.

Becky required no further explanation when she spotted the hovering visitors beyond the window. We should go say hello.

Right. Where are our manners?

Becky contained a giggle at how much the boy's mental voice reminded her of a certain male telepath.

Already in his blue robe, Scott helped Becky into her pink one. Taking her hand, he utilized a combination of school and X-Men training, something he considered to be X-ROTC of sorts, to stealthily lead them out of the room. Going around to the side of their rental home, they located the magnificent miniature creatures radiating gold. The young teens came to stand in the middle of the firefly swarm and Becky spun giddily amongst them. Scott eyed her movements, captivated by far more than his favorite insects.

He then reacted to her misjudging a step and hastened to let her slip into his arms. "You okay?"

"Yeah." The mildly embarrassed girl tucked curls behind her ear. "Guess I'm only half-awake."

Scott's countenance became remorsefully rigid. "I'm really sorry, Rebecca."

"Hey, it was my idea to come out here, remember?"

"Not for that." Scott went on with, "I shouldn't have walked away from you earlier on the beach. I'll annihilate that Derek creep if I see him again."

Becky smiled up at him. "I know, but Scott, it's not like you left me stranded in the middle of the road somewhere. Besides, what he said to Leon is what made me really mad."

Scott's lips split into a smirk. "So cool how you soaked him with the lemonade."

"Yeah, that was fun," Becky giggled before growing serious again. "I'm so glad you guys are here. I hate when boys like that look at me, let alone talk to me."

"… Just boys like that?"

Looking into his shades, Becky affirmed, "Just them."

"Good." Scott next determined, "We better get inside." He joined their hands again as they started that way.

Becky put forth, "It really is, you know." Scott glanced at her. "Good. You're happy, right?"

Scott squeezed her thinner hand and responded, "You have no idea how much, Rebecca."

IIIIIII

Caffeinated refills in his possession, Victor returned to Eye Spy and handed Adrienne her mug. He took back his chair next to her, not missing the particularly cross expression worn by the lovely yet disgruntled redhead.

Victor finally asked, "Did I miss an anniversary or somethin'?" He then considered, "Do we even celebrate those?"

After a long sip of coffee, Adrienne asserted one word. "Fathers."

"Ain't that the truth?"

Adrienne turned to him. "You don't even know what I'm talking about."

"Like I need details to agree with that," Victor shrugged. "But seriously, baby, what's eatin' ya?"

"My father does not approve of our method of handling negative PR."

"Should've known," Victor nodded. "He tried comin' at me with that earlier. I told him if he has questions, he needs to take 'em up with you."

"More like demands where Winston Frost is concerned. And of course, he came to you first," Adrienne said with ire. "You're part of the great boys' club. While Charles is neck deep in mutant politics, Father wants me to put on a contrite smile and play blissfully ignorant to the racial threats and backlash against my girls and the agency."

Victor looked at her as he offered up, "It's real easy for a man to play hypocrite when it concerns his daughter. It's so crazy out here. He's probably just worried about you."

Adrienne shook her head. "It's always been this way. If Chris had so much as half my accomplishments, our father would erect a statue in his honor. So, I'm either not aggressive enough or I'm too much, which is why he made Emma of all people his heiress. No matter what I do, it will never…"

"Hey." Touching her knee, Victor got their eyes locked. "Baby, do not let this mess with your head. Your old man is what he is and it's got nothin' to do with you. You spent years buildin' up everything you have. Don't let anybody tear you down."

Adrienne leaned over to kiss his lips. "You really are one of the better parts of my life. I didn't think that could ever happen again."

"You and me both," Victor concurred.

IIIIIII

Sunrise occurred shortly after five that morning. Leaving the others to sleep, Erik and Scott enjoyed a quick breakfast of bagels and orange juice. By the end of their fifteen-minute run, they both felt very much awake. They changed clothes and with snacks and equipment in tow, they soon arrived at the water. As the first ones there, they got first pick of the motorboats and ideal fishing spot.

At Scott leaning on his arm, Erik offered him a sip from his red thermos. "Tired already?"

"Thanks." After a long drink of the coffee, Scott regripped his rod and replied, "No, I'm fine."

"That's surprising, considering you crept out of bed last night…"

Going briefly still, Scott gazed up at the elder. "How do you hear everything?"

A spark reflected in Erik's blue eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know? And it was coming back in that I heard. What were you two up to?"

"We just went to go see the fireflies."

"Ah," Erik smiled a little, "of course."

"Erik?" Scott spoke again. "Thanks a million for bringing us here. It's just like being back in the country."

Erik slipped an arm around him. "You really enjoyed our time there, didn't you?"

"More than anything," Scott answered without delay. "I mean, don't get me wrong. Nothing beats being an X-Man. It's just nice to get away sometimes. Especially lately with everybody talking about the wedding and Prom."

"Our seniors have monopolized much of our attention, I know," Erik admitted. "But what about you? Still earning those top marks in ROTC, I don't doubt."

"For sure. If I only make an A in one class, it has to be in there. Lt. Ford says it amazes him how I can stand at attention without a strong breeze blowing me away."

Erik gave off a deep chuckle. "You're a professional bodybuilder next to me at your age."

"Really?" Scott marveled.

"When I told you I was awkward, that was an understatement."

"It's hard to picture you as some scrawny kid, Erik."

"Much the same will be said about you one day," Erik told him. "From our future X-Men."

Reaching into the basket for a cookie, Scott claimed, "That'll be the day."

Regarding him with utmost fondness, Erik experienced a tug and went about reeling in the silver scaled prey.

IIIIIII

Air still and growing warmer, the folded legged pair seemed to be the only lifeforms for miles. They wore the same black sweatpants with white undershirts. Facing one another's direction and only separated by half a yard, both kept their heads bowed and hands firmly pressing against their kneecaps. The pleasant spring activities within the vast Xavier backyard surrounded them. Birds sang overhead, squirrels and small rodents scattered about, bees operated a hive inside one tree, and the scents of azaleas, tulips, daisies, along with many other buds filled and pleased their nostrils.

Experiencing the rare but welcomed sensation of weighty tension leaving his shoulders, Logan used his advanced hearing to monitor his son. Though staying motionless often proved difficult for Cody, his breathing remained even and his pulse thumped smoothly instead of restlessly. Logan gave off a ginger, indicative growl as he brought his hands forward. Eyes still shut, Cody touched palms with him. Logan felt his boy's at ease state heighten at their contact.

When they wrapped up the morning exercise, Logan poured glasses of chilled tea for them. After their drink, they headed inside and Logan put the remainder of the pitcher into the second refrigerator. Offering his back, Cody hopped right on. With a few spins and short jumps to make the child laugh, Logan brought them up to the suite. Finished feeding the twins, Kayla looked up with a smile when the male duo walked in. Todd and Mira laid in the bed with her. Jumping down from his father, Cody climbed up to hear the story their mother currently detailed. Logan moved through to collect toys and tidy the room while listening to his wife's voice.

"The king's militia maintained law and order over the land with policing as well as penalizing. With near limitless power of authority granted to them, many of the soldiers abused it and engaged in tyranny over the people. They especially enjoyed taking advantage of the merchants in the market place, helping themselves to their goods under the threat of shutting down their businesses and leaving them without means to support their families. One day, the soldiers happened upon a modest booth at the end of the market that carried a variety of pastries and breads, run by a young girl. Knowing it required no effort to intimidate a child, they merely helped themselves to a basket of warm biscuits. To their surprise, the girl nudged forward her other baskets, quietly offering them more. Entirely confused, the head of the militia demanded to know her reasoning. The girl told them that she had seen them in the market place before, carrying heavy swords, loaded armor, always sweating. She thought their work must make them very hungry. She also offered them water from her jugs. All amazed, the soldiers, chiseled stallions, became meek mice before the small child. They quietly thanked her and moved on with their duties, never troubling her or any of the other merchants again."

"Wow," Cody laughed, propped up on a pillow. "She annihilated those creeps just bein' nice to them. I'd have beamed the biggest one of 'em with a rock between the eyes."

"To be honest, I probably would have, too," Kayla shared with a wink. "Those soldiers were used to anger and fear, but when faced with such innocent kindness, they hardly knew what to do with themselves. There are times when a helping hand can strike a stronger blow than a furious fist."

"That's like what Charles tells me about focusing on the good stuff," Cody brought up. "He says my strength and control will be better than ever if I do."

Joining them in the bed, Logan stated, "Your professor knows what he's sayin'."

"I know, but I'm still rough and tough." With an infantile growl, Cody pounced at his father.

"You better be." Logan grabbed him. "That's what you need to protect the good stuff."

"Right." Cody lightly bit down on his right earlobe.

Letting off a small snarl, Logan started to pin Cody against the bedspread. Feeling bitty hands on his bicep, Logan saw Todd attempting to pull on him. With a hand for each son, the Veteran proved ready to send both into submission.

While they acted as audience, Kayla kissed the back of Mira's soft head and promised, "You'll learn to live with them."

IIIIIII

Racket in one hand and scepter in the other, the Bostonian gentleman made his way outside and some yards away from the pool to where the net had been setup. He spotted his grandsons in that area as well with a blue blanket spread to keep them from making direct contact with the ground. Both wore navy overalls with green shirts underneath, except Brian's had frogs printed all around the front and sleeves. The baby switched back and forth between playing with his stuffed animal assortment and his plastic tambourine while Joey stayed nose deep in his sketchbook.

Brian pointed out the man. "Pop."

Joey lifted his head at that. "Oh, good morning, Grandpa."

"Good morning, little Charles." Winston walked to peer over his shoulder. "And what might Michelangelo's protégée be working on today?"

Joey quickly brought the book to his chest. "Um, no looking. It's not ready yet."

Having caught the briefest glimpse, Winston raised an eyebrow. "Little Charles, is that what- or should I say- who I think it is?"

With a slow admitting nod, Joey showed him the green and black figure he depicted. "Please don't be mad at Aunt Cordy. She was just trying to tell me why she's going back to Boston."

"Of course..." With a light sigh, Winston knelt closer to him. "You must understand, my boy, Erik and your parents…"

"I know," Joey assured positively. "I won't say anything, Grandpa, promise."

Winston nodded. "Let's avoid making this known through your artwork as well, alright?"

To that, Joey flipped to a fresh page in his book then waved at the other tennis player that came their way. "Hi, Daddy."

Smiling at his young pair, Charles remarked, "So, my boys have a front row seat to my inevitable victory."

Winston's tone carried the eye roll his pupils resisted. "To think, you're normally the humblest of my children." He laid his scepter down. Chuckling, Charles tossed the yellow birdy his way. "Speaking of which, would you happen to know the present whereabouts of my girls?"

Charles explained, "The ladies have gone into the city to meet with a design client of Adrienne's. With a plethora of cutting edge clothing to keep them occupied, they'll hopefully return ahead of the autumn leaves."

"Then may we enjoy the quiet while it lasts," Winston suggested as they found their way to different sides of the net to begin their game. "Hopefully, Adrienne returns with her head properly straight again."

"Adrienne?" Clearly surprised to hear his father-in-law speak of her with a hint of negativity, Charles inquired, cracking the birdy with his racket, "What do you mean? Because whatever faults she has, she's never come off as turned around to me."

"Her stubbornness as well as that cheeky tongue of hers are clouding her rational thinking. I'm certain you understand the less than encouraging responses to the Hearts and Stripes line."

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Adrienne is taking matters into her own hands with these persecutors," Winston went on, using his racket for a back swing. "She hunted down many back in January with Victor's assistance, putting the fear of God into them. She has no idea how in over her head she is trying to get in the middle of these on-going racial wars."

Charles stilled thoughtfully at that. "The world is becoming even more of a frightening place, Father. While I refuse to ever rely on violence as a main recourse, there are times when dialogues simply aren't enough. We have to go the extra mile, even at the cost of our morality, to prevent far grimmer outcomes. Something I'm learning more and more as a mutant."

"Adrienne's mutation is a pathetic penance next to the rest of yours," Winston said strongly." Victor cannot be everywhere at once. I don't want an open target made of my daughter."

Charles countered evenly but adamantly, "Your daughter doesn't want a victim made of herself or Angel. I may not know a great deal about Adrienne, but I have absolute respect for her in that regard. Admit it, Father. You feel the same."

With a deep exhale, Winston gazed downward. "Why did that girl have to take after me?"

Going around to join the older male's side of the net, Charles touched his shoulder. "I know how hard it is, worrying about the one you love and care for, wondering if they're making the right decision. The best we can do is continue that—"

"Brian, no, gimme that!" Both men shot attention over to Joey yanking the scepter out of Brian's grip before the tot could make a bat out of it.

Longing hands still waving for the cane, Brian pounded on the blanket disgruntledly. "Nuh!"

Joey wagged a chiding finger at him. "Don't gimme "nuh"."

Shaking his head, Charles crossed his arms. "Brian Henry, terrorizing members of this family will not bring your Uncle Erik home any sooner. Though it will certainly make him proud, that is not the point."

"My apologies," said Winston, getting his son-in-law's attention again. "My side of the family is surfacing yet again."

When Brian moved on to cuddling Dickon so nonchalantly, Charles' attempt at a firm resolve crumbled with a wide smile taking its place.

IIIIIII

Every piece of equipment secure and in proper order, the wetsuit adorned bodies plunged in simultaneous fashion. Opening his eyes, Frank experienced a heightening in his senses in all he beheld through the goggles. Schools of various fish passed through, though they remained some distance away, clearly holding no desire to establish contact with oversized land dwellers. Looking to his right, Frank watched Leon perform underwater somersaults that came off as some sort of aquatic martial arts in the New York City native's opinion. Turning, Leon faced Frank and tilted his head in one direction. Frank took the cue and moved to swim alongside him.

It did not escape Leon's notice when Frank fidgeted every so often, obviously still adjusting to the scuba attire. He reached to hang onto the younger brunette's wrist, which Frank did not object to. When they dipped to go lower, Frank used his mutated eyes to illuminate their surroundings. The mesmerizing light revealed the extensive rock formations and watery inhabitants all around them. Many of the fish hastened to get out of sight, but less mobile creatures like starfish and sea cucumbers remained in place. Spotting a cave formation, Frank started towards it until he received a tug on the arm from Leon. He had to decrease his light source to face him without blinding him in that setting of all places. Breathing apparatuses in their mouths prevented a verbal exchange, but Frank saw in Leon's eyes and body gestures that Leon did not want him taking off abruptly. The fourteen-year-old hated that he almost allowed his enthusiasm to disregard the basic buddy system. He knew what their shared X-Dad along with Alex would have to say about such forgetfulness.

Side by side again, they proceeded together to investigate Frank's spot of curiosity. Though the mouth of the cave proved too narrow for either of them to fit comfortably, Frank's optical radiance allowed them to set its contents. They both jumped a bit when what seemed like an army of seahorses scampered out of the opening. After some additional exploring, they at last resurfaced to the safety of their rental boat.

Removing his goggles and breathing device, Frank inhaled deeply. "That was way too cool."

Leon's release from his own headgear caused his long black strands to topple and stream down his back. "It's been a long time for me. I've missed this."

Frank recalled, "When we were in LA, I only got to snorkel. But I did get to try out parasailing. Man, was that some kind of wild ride. One day we got two different boats so me and Sean could have a sky race. I swear, he still owes me a tie-breaker…" Frank's smile faded and eager shoulders drooped. "Um, one of these days, I guess. Whatever."

Eyes never leaving the younger one's face, Leon reached forward to help him unstrap from his oxygen tank. "You really don't have to come to this wedding if you don't want to. You know Scott and the other Erik Kids won't look down on you for it. Neither will Dad and Raven."

Frank shrugged. "Just going to keep the peace, if we have any. Dad's right about us all being X-Men still. Besides, the wedding doesn't matter. Sean just wants out into the world. For whatever stupid reason."

"Frank," Leon said with emphasis, "you are not the reason he's leaving."

"I'm not reason enough for him to stay, either," the younger boy countered plainly.
"None of us are," Leon came back with. "As loved as Sean is by the X-Men, he feels trapped in place. That seems to be the story with a lot of people in your life. You think they left because you're not worth sticking around for and, yeah, I do get how your head could go there, but you're not seeing the simple truth here."

"What simple truth?"

Leon told him, "They left because of themselves, not you. You told me your brother Linny has never liked school and after surviving the leukemia, he likely jumped at the chance to get into something bigger. Same for your mom, wanting to get out of a rut. Your dad can handle enemy fire, but he doesn't have it in him to be the support beam your family needs. And to be honest, I can't wrap my head around that one. My dad was practically born an academic scholar. The closest he ever came to combat was breaking up playground bouts. His own country seemed intent on taking everything from him piece by piece, but he never lost his perseverance. Meanwhile, your father is the one hiding out in Japan."

"It's stupid," Frank agreed with the unspoken sentiment. "Even when Linny was sick, he dipped in and out. He made my mom so mad. Always thought combat vets just operated a certain way then I met the Howlett-Creeds and um…"

Leon filled in all too knowingly, "Why isn't your dad Wolverine?" Frank nodded solemnly and with sympathetic eyes, Leon put forth, "Why couldn't I have gotten Lex instead of Jared? You'll go nuts trying to get answers to questions like that. I speak from firsthand experience." Frank smiled faintly. "But I have Alex now; we do. We have Dad and Becky's never letting go of us."

"Because we have no choice with her," Frank inserted in only partial jest.

"None whatsoever," Leon concurred flatly. "And Frank, you have me. For whatever that's worth. I know I'm not this super sensitive singer and junior model of Uncle Charles like Sean, but you can talk to me. Not just day to day guy stuff. You can come at me with the heavy stuff civilized society is desperate to ignore."

Frank inquired with uncertain but genuine curiosity, "Why do you even like me?"

"I never disliked you, Frank," Leon pointed out. "That's how you felt about me, remember?"

The East Coaster experienced an inward decrease in height. "Right, sorry… thanks, Lee."

Retaking his oar, Leon proposed, "Let's head in."

They rowed to shore in little time and as soon as they returned their rental, their next bartering target came in the form of the hotdog stand.

II

The stretch of boardwalk proved absolutely bustling with the various businesses. Alex found it odd to see so many open on a Sunday, but remembered they currently strolled through tourist territory. It did not surprise him when Becky stopped outside one store geared towards her age group. Her round face sparkled over the white dress with a pattern of tiny flower buds all over it. No sleeves, crew neck, and pleated skirt, a matching sunhat propped beside it.

"Ohh boy." Amusement laced with Alex's mildly annoyed tone. "As if you don't have enough dresses."

Becky's justification for her entrancement consisted of, "But it's a dream."

"Then keep dreaming, pretty babes." Alex prodded her along, keeping her comfortably tucked under his arm.

Becky leaned on his side as they moved. "Do you remember when we first moved in and Uncle Charles had Raven take us shopping?"

"Oh definitely," Alex nodded his recollection. "As if everything before then hadn't been enough of a whirlwind, here are two of the richest siblings on the planet giving us the full-blown royal treatment. I- I seriously didn't know what to say to that. I'd never been treated so good."

"I had a lot of toys and things at my old house," Becky mentioned. "It seemed like my dolls and stuffed animals were the only ones I could really talk to. Hank came over sometimes, but it was always hard when he had to go again. After what happened, he told he would've died if we'd gotten separated."

Alex said, "He might have gone on breathing, but he wouldn't have wanted to without you. I know that because of Scott. When we lost each other, they might as well have buried me."

Becky held his wrist and peered up at him. "But you're alive again?"

Alex replied, "Most amazing part? I actually want to be."

"Alex!" Pointing out a two-story building made up of crimson brick, Becky darted for it.

"Slow it down, babes!" The oldest boychick jogged after her.

When she reached the steps, Becky looked back. "I'm not ten anymore, Alex. I don't run off too far."

"You're still cute and little." He hoisted her to hold to his front. "Even though it's more like pretty and little these days." Becky's green eyes contained a slight blush. "Still, I want you close when we're in strange places. If I bring you home in anything but mint-condition, Hank will grind me into sawdust."

"I know," she smirked.

"Bet you do." Alex carried her into the Children's Theatre House and let her stand again. They walked together, looking through the framed cast photos from the various shows put on through the years. "Aw, man, not this."

Becky took in the Christmas photo. "What's wrong with the Nutcracker? I love the music."

"I had to play him in the fourth-grade play."

Becky's face lit with amusement. "You were the Nutcracker?"

"I wanted to be the Mouse King," Alex further grumbled. "But nope, they gave that to this huge kid in class; so big you'd think he had a kid in school. If my mom hadn't been so excited about it, I'd have backed out."

Becky said, "The blonde kids always get the best parts. I never got cast as Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, even though Rapunzel's the only important one with yellow hair."

Alex touched the head of braided curls. "Girls like that always have those busy-body moms making sure their "darlings" get the best role. At least you get your own parts. Scott's still convinced you were the star of the show when he saw you dancing as the sun."

Becky smiled then spotted the open double doors. Alex followed her into the auditorium. Despite the stage lights being on, they alone filled the wide space. While Becky headed right for the stage, Alex took a seat in the middle row and propped his feet up on the seat in front of him. Peering into the open trunk, Becky found a lavender Victorian dress inside. It proved easy to slip into, even over her jeans and long-sleeve top. She next saw the open script on the podium and went to view the title. Growing immediately excited, she reread the highlighted section numerous times.

Cupping his hands around his mouth to imitate a megaphone, Alex demanded, "Get on with the show already!"

"Don't rush me." Becky suppressed a giggle and read it twice more before taking leave of herself to get into character. "Every night is the same. Cold all around me, hunger in my belly, and sorrow in my heart. But by day's light, none of it matters. Miss Minchin is mean and colder than the night air, but she is nothing. I, however, am a soldier like my father. I am a princess, regal and fine. Through all suffering, no one can hurt me. I am a princess and a soldier; beautiful and strong."

Both young X-Men became startled at the unseen applause that echoed next. From the right of the stage, a balding man in glasses stepped forward with clapping hands.

"And that was a beautiful recitation," he commended. "You're a bit early, but I look forward to your audition on Friday."

"Oh, I," taken aback, Becky explained, "I was just playing. My family's only here for the weekend." She tugged off the dress to hand to him. "Here, sorry."

Accepting the garment, the man said, "I'm only sorry I won't get to see your full audition. But perhaps another time." He waved at Alex as he walked off for the left stage door.

Meeting Becky at the steps, Alex praised, "Bravo, babes."

"That was fun," Becky grinned, latching onto his hand.

"Good. Let's check out a couple more places then see if the others are back at the house."

Becky went from walking to skipping at his side as they proceeded from the auditorium.

IIIIIII

The private Upper East Side boutique's showroom sported walls in glittering purple shades and accented with sparkling silver. The seating consisted of an ivory wrap-around sectional sofa push against the walls. It contained Raven holding Kiki, Maya, Cordelia, and Emma. Only Kayla had wanted to stay home with Mira and their Howlett men. In the center of a room, Adrienne and Samantha assisted Angel, who stood on a platform for sizing. Daphne Delgado, Adrienne's colleague, took care of the measurements. The brown-haired woman in her early-forties wore an exquisitely tailored skirt suit in bold scarlet with five-inch heels on her feet.

"I thought we already went over everything in San Francisco," Angel brought up.

"Yes, yes, but I wanted to make sure." Daphne placed the measuring tape around her neck like a boa. "That gown will fit you like a glove, do or die. Fit for a queen will be an understatement."

Though she had a smile in place, Samantha said wistfully, "I wish I could go to the Prom."

Adrienne stroked her shoulder. "You'll have your day, sweetheart and we'll make it an extravaganza."

At Kiki pointing out a model in the brochure provided by Daphne, Raven looked and concurred, "I love that one, too, Baby Gorge. We'll shrink it really small for you."

Kiki sent her mother a dazzling gaze.

Daphne approached the on-lookers. "And what about you young ladies? The biggest event of your high school careers is just around the corner."

"So is the biggest day of my life," Maya informed. "At least I'm already having my wedding dress made."

"My goodness," Daphne near gasped. "Two momentous occasions back to back, my lord. Congratulations."

"Thank you," Maya smiled.

"You must leave your Prom attire to me," Daphne insisted.

Emma reacted to that with, "I think the girls would prefer—"

"Don't be daff, Em," Adrienne interjected. "We cannot allow these girls to shop off the rack. Daphne can see to every design detail they desire. They'll be the envy of Westchester High."

Emma then addressed, "Cordy?"

The mildly distracted girl replied, "Sounds fine and definitely one less thing to worry over."

Raven encouraged to Maya, "Go for it. You deserve the dream Prom and wedding."

"Alright," Maya accepted, turning to Daphne. "Thank you, Miss Delgado. We really appreciate this."

"What you'll appreciate is the finished product." Bringing over her hefty design book, Daphne sat between the high-schoolers. "Let's talk color. Cordelia, I hear you have a Spanish beau on your arm."

Perking at that, Cordelia responded, "That vicious rumor is all truth."

"Take a look at these." Daphne handed her a shades chart from the book. "Observe the marigold, honey, and butterscotch. Warm, fitting yellows for the two of you."

Cordelia had to admit, "These are gorgeous. Fabian would love them."

"I suspected as much. As for you, dear, it's Maya, yes?" The slim girl nodded and Daphne turned to a specific page of shades. "Have you ever heard of Maya Blue?"

Entranced instantly, the brown-eyed girl replied, "I have now…"

IIIIIII

Erik and Scott along with their wealth of fish returned to the cottage a few minutes ahead of Leon and Frank. Alex and Becky returned half an hour later. The Eye Scream Team and Becky went down for a short nap. Alex smirked and finger combed through Leon's hair when he nodded off in a chair. Staying as quiet as they could, Alex helped Erik straighten up a bit.

The others only slept for forty-five minutes or so. After turns in the bathroom, they regrouped in the common space. Becky relaxed in Erik's lap while the boys played a Memory Board Game consisting of underwater creatures that Alex had purchased along the boardwalk. Erik smiled a little at how they all sought to remember the positioning of the three different kinds of sharks among the cards.

Before long, Erik put forth, "Who's prepared for what's next?"

The younger ones faced him and Alex asked, "What are you talking about, Dad? What's next?"

With a kiss to Becky's cheek, Erik said, "That's what we're going to find out."

Highly intrigued, Frank and Scott shot up first to get their shoes back on.

IIIIIII

Giddiness poured out from the assortment of young girls as they led their own parade through Times Square. They took turns pointing out all things Hearts and Stripes Forever, including a billboard, bus stop, and many store and taxi advertisements. Some just carried the logo while others featured Angel and the other models in different poses and attire. One sign came with a phrase overhead reading: Global Gorgeous.

Walking in a pair to themselves while the girls zipped about excitedly, Emma said, "Dri, I can hardly find the words to praise what you've done here. Not just for Angel, but for all of them." She glanced back at her X-Girls. "Their ages are a time for such anxiety and doubt over their own appearances. They can now see the beauty in every size and shade."

"I do appreciate it, Em, but I am no freedom fighter," Adrienne stated. "Angel had an excellent idea and I will not be told by anyone how to run my agency or let any action of mine be dictated."

Emma brought up, "That wouldn't be a subtle jab at Daddy, would it?"

"So perceptive, Little Sis."

"I have to say, it is odd to see you so openly infuriated with him. You were always so steadfast dutiful to him and Mother."

"A lot has changed and too much has happened," Adrienne asserted. "After all these years, Chris finally removes his head from his rear end and Daddy is positively ecstatic. You're part of your own mutant organization. I take action against my accusers and Father tells me I need to stay quietly in my place like a proper weakling."

Emma told her, "Whatever else we have to say, no one in this family can call you weak, Dri. You know how torturous it is for Daddy to speak from the heart. This is all too likely his way of wanting to keep you safe."

"Our problems go so much deeper than that. We have the X gene, but Chris bests us with his Y chromosome."

"Chris has been in your place before," Emma reminded. "He always felt so ignored by Mother."

Adrienne grew more frustrated. "You really will defend him to the death, won't you?"

"One major difference between the two of you," Emma went on pointedly, "is that you sought to prove others wrong. Chris gave in and became the worst of himself for too long. Father is who he is, but he can't take away what you've achieved. Especially in the eyes of Angel and Sam. And Victor."

Adrienne spared another quick glance to the younger, far more excited females.

"I love this one," Maya said of the models in patriotic stripes.

"Me, too." Angel gazed about their surroundings. "I still can't believe any of this. It's all… me."

Wanting to see a poster on one wall, Samantha found it blocked by a pair of men in suits. "Excuse me."

The one nearest to her indicated for them to step out of her way. "Sorry, sweetie."

Samantha's eyes stayed on the advertisement, but the murmuring two behind her quickly gained full attention from her ears.

"These damn activists have gone too far this time. Just look at this. It's a whole new low."

"I have luncheon engagements in this area almost daily. Closing a deal is rough enough as it is and now I have to hope clients can keep their food down looking at these tar babies." Very slowly, Samantha moved to face them. "Little girl, what are you staring at?" He then lost his breath and had to clutch his stomach after the dainty fist collided with it.

Checking his friend over, the other man demanded of the blonde, "What the hell is wrong with you, kid?"

Tilting her head with a straight face but humor still evident, Samantha taunted, "I sure hope you can keep your food down, mister."

"Sam!" Angel rushed over to take hold of her sister.

Leaving Maya to hang onto Kiki, Raven walked forward purposefully. "What happened? What did they do?" She turned scathing glares on the men. "What did you do to her?" Raven forced the one upright man against a wall, shocking him as well as several passing others. "Answer me!"

Approaching with Adrienne, Emma's voice contained calm. "Raven."

"We didn't do anything to her!" the pinned man insisted.

"Shut up," Adrienne ordered before turning to her daughter. "Did something happen, sweetheart?"

Samantha held Angel's hand and said, "It was a misunderstanding, Mother. I am fine now."

Raven let go. "Good. For you two."

"Crazy bitches," he spat, trying to help his friend over to the nearest cab stand.

Emma closed her eyes and mentally forced the gawkers to go on with their own affairs.

Samantha went into Adrienne's arms, but watched the men's path out of the corner of her eye with satisfaction present beyond her irises.

IIIIIII

Inside the zoo gift shop, Erik mainly lingered near the odds and ends by the door while his fledglings explored the aisles. Scott returned to him first with a blue book in hand.

"Erik, look." Scott showed him the front. "It's a guide to the biology of marine life for fourth-graders. Bet Trav would get through it in five minutes."

Erik formed a small knowing smile. "Do you want to get it for him?"

"Hmmm, I guess," Scott shrugged. "At least it'll distract the little pain from messing with my stuff."

Ruffling his hair, Erik advised, "Be sure to pick out something for yourself as well."

Scott nodded and went back to looking around.

When Frank came back with two beaded dolphin necklaces for Raven and Kiki, Erik decided they needed to acquire something for the others as well. It served the ultimate purpose of peace maintenance for their household. Alex immediately picked out some wolf figurines for Joey and soft toys for the babies. Leon selected a red fox t-shirt that made him think of Cody. Becky helped pick items for the rest of the family with little trouble. When Erik spotted a small maze game with a rat that needed to make it out to acquire a piece of cheese, he had but one of his siblings in mind for such a present.

IIIIIII

Once home and changed into comfortable jeans and a sweater, the blonde girl ascended to the loft. Situated on the edge of the sofa, she absently peered through one window.

Returning to his space, Victor presented her with a mug. "Aunt Kay's apple cider."

"Thanks," Samantha accepted with an eager sip.

Sitting beside her, Victor used his fingers to smooth back her bangs. "Talked to your ma. Want to tell me what happened?"

Samantha left the window to place eyes on him. "You won't tell Angie, will you? I don't want to hurt her."

"Between you and me," Victor promised.

"Those men," Samantha clutched the mug tighter, "they said horrible things about her and the models. I just wanted to shut them; maybe more than that. Raven thought they hurt me and I kind of wanted her to believe they did. Is that bad?"

Listening in full, Victor extended an arm. "Come here, baby." Samantha transferred over to his lap and Victor used his arm to go around her. "I'd be lyin' if I said I haven't been in your place before. Kay's been my sister for a long time now and she knows I'll shred anybody who comes at her or one of the kids with that kind of trash talk. But doll, you can't afford that kind of risk. Raven and the others won't always be with you when somebody ticks you off. Until you're older and have a better grip on your powers, you got to learn to ignore that beast tryin' to claw out. Not just for your sake, but for outsiders. Because if I find out you're in the back of anybody's truck, they can consider their death certificates signed and sealed."

Samantha nuzzled under his chin. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Don't worry about it, baby." He kissed her head near her ponytail. "Besides, your sister doesn't want your hands dirty over these clowns. Somebody makes you sore, you come to me or one of the others, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed and raised her mug to finish off the cider.

Arriving next with a cradled Midnight in his arms, Logan addressed the girl present. "Your granddad's lookin' for you. Somethin' about a surprise…"

With a smile, Samantha hopped up and hurried down with the men not far behind. Logan deposited Midnight in a main level chair as they hastened.

In the backyard, Charles, Emma, Kayla, Adrienne, Joey, and Cody stood not far from a very self-satisfied Winston.

"What is your father planning?" Kayla asked of Emma.

The blonde replied in earnest, "God only knows."

"Grandpa."

When the girl he summoned came near, Winston touched her shoulder. "There you are. Are you ready for your surprise?"

"Yes, please," Samantha answered keenly.

Raising his scepter, Winston used it to gesture.

"Oh my," reacted Charles to the lengthy and oncoming trailer. "Father…"

"It's a horse." Joey bounced up and down with sheer glee. "A new horse!"

"New horses, actually," Winston informed. "Along with a couple ponies for the smaller children to safely learn on."

An astonished Raven almost shrieked with enthusiasm.

"Hello, Myles," Emma greeted the familiar man who climbed out of the driver's seat.

"Myles," acknowledged Adrienne with a head bob.

"Ladies, lovely as ever and wonderful to see you both." Myles performed a slight bow before getting the rear of the trailer unlatched and the metal gate rolled up. "All present and accounted for, sir."

At the handsome animals within, Winston said, "I could trust such cargo with no other, Myles."

Myles escorted the first horse down the ramp. In the sunlight, its creamy fur and ivory mane seemed to sparkle right along with Samantha's captivated eyes.

Accepting the reins from his stable man, Winston in turn placed them in her hands. "From the same breeders as my finest thoroughbred."

Samantha could hardly find her voice. "… Mine?"

"Yours," Winston further confirmed.

"Mine…" Tentatively reaching forward to feel above the horse's mane, Samantha shifted position to hug the giver. "Thank you, Grandfather!"

Winston smiled and held her a moment. "I'm sure you'll make a fine horsewoman. Your mother and aunts performed quite well there."

Joey jumped with great joy. "Way to go, Grandpa! Now, we can ride together!"

Cody crossed his arms and mumbled, "Lucky." He then darted eyes away from his father, who had clearly overheard him.

"Does your family show affection in any form beyond livestock?" Charles quipped to his wife.

At the significantly shorter ponies- one mahogany and the other stone gray- that trotted down next, Emma said, "Father, I really wish you'd given us any kind of notice with all of this."

"No need to worry, gem," Winston assured. "I've already seen to their medical care and feed for the next five months."

Victor said to Logan, "Looks like we've got some barn renovations ahead of us."

When the final steed came into the light, Logan concurred with a wholehearted, "I'll say."

Cody's eyes enlarged over the grand animal with sleek smoky fur. "Wow, who's that?"

"This chap?" Winston looked over at the horse in question. "I don't believe he has a name." He turned back to Cody. "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Sure! Um…" Cody thought for a moment then grinned. "Blaze."

"I like that, too," Joey seconded.

"I have several contacts that are well-experienced in stable upkeep," Myles mentioned. "I could make some calls for you if you like."

"Oh no," Kayla immediately turned down.

"Fox is right," Logan immediately agreed. "We'll renovate the barn, but if you kids want to ride these animals, it's up to you to see to their care and feedin'. Right, Chuck?"

The Professor replied, "I couldn't have said it better, Logan. These horses are very generous gifts and you must act responsibly if you wish to keep them."

"We will," guaranteed Cody.

Samantha added, "We promise, Uncle Charles."

With an outcry of giddiness she could no longer contain, Raven sped for the house. "Wait until Kiki and Trav see!"

"Well, guess we best get to roundin' up this lumber." Logan turned to go, but noticed his brother still in place. "Vic?"

Watching the glowing Samantha kiss her horse's nose, Victor at last moved to seek out the proper building materials.

IIIIIII

By the flames of the cottage's complimentary grill, the outdoors soon filled with the scent of freshly cooked trout. Frank assisted Erik by adding slices of lemon along with the juice. Alex played pitcher to Scott's batter while Leon helped Becky carry out the potato chips, fruit salad, and drinks. They soon gathered at the picnic table with Erik, Becky, and Frank on one side and Alex, Scott, and Leon directly across from them.

"Okay, don't tell me this doesn't feel weird," Frank said squeamishly. "I'm pretty sure we were deep diving with half these fish earlier. Or at least their cousins."

Leon put forth, "If it makes you feel better, your average underwater critter would not think twice about devouring us- or their own cousins come to think of it."

"Good point," Frank accepted, adding more trout to his plate.

Scooping fruit salad for herself, Becky vexed, "I wish we didn't have school tomorrow."

"Tell me about it," Scott sympathized. "But it will be nice to get back to baseball practice."

"This really is like the country." Frank let off a laugh at his next thought. "Still remember Dad assigning Alex and Lee chore detail for missing dinner."

Alex gave him an all too knowing look. "This from the Frankenstein who took a high-dive off the barn loft?"

Frank claimed, "That was a physics experiment."

Becky smiled as she recollected, "I liked all of us ending up in Papa's bed when it stormed the first night."

"Hey, I was only there to help protect you guys," Alex defended. "Lee totally shrieked like a girl."

"Eee," Leon's dry tone attempted to cry out.

Erik instructed, "Finish your food so you can gather your bags. We can visit Memory Lane as soon as we're on the road again."

As the young ones focused on eating, Erik took in the somehow tranquil feeding frenzy before raising his own fork again.

IIIIIII

While Raven and Trav brushed the fur of the gray pony, Hank kept his hands at Kiki's waist as he allowed her to sit on the mahogany one. From a few yards away from the McCoys, Joey cuddled against Cordelia on the barn's wooden bench. The thoughtful girl sent caressing fingers through the little boy's hair. Out and to the side of the barn, the brothers Howlett-Creed sawed and hammered continuously for their unexpected expansion project. Kayla came through with a chilled beer for Logan and Adrienne handed Victor a ginger ale. With gratitude on both their lips, the brothers chugged heartily. Logan gazed over with a content countenance at Cody getting a feel for Blaze with a careful trot. Adrienne looked up in time to see Samantha hurrying towards them in the outfit provided by Winston.

"Oh, Mother, isn't it pretty?" Samantha performed a twirl in the tan breeches, brown riding boots, white polo, and light pink jacket with matching helmet.

"Yes, it is." Adrienne gripped her daughter's wrists. "On you."

"Look who we have here, Charles." Samantha turned around at her grandfather's voice, seeing him walking with the telepaths. "A radiant English lady."

Charles cupped her chin. "My Princess Calico."

Samantha practically melted into his touch.

Winston gestured towards the steeds. "Shall we?"

With a helping hand from her uncle and grandfather, Samantha gingerly mounted her horse. Having already received the okay from Joey, Winston climbed up onto Xander. The two started off across the savory green lawns together at a steady but delicate pace, not wanting to push the horses all to unfamiliar with their present riders.

"You seem to have the hang of it already," noted Winston.

Samantha told him, "Joey lets me ride Xander sometimes." Glancing back, she saw that Emma held onto the scepter. Looking to the man beside her, Samantha petitioned, "Grandfather?" He faced her. "Did you really hurt your leg falling off your horse?"

"Oh yes," Winston recalled. "Far from my finest hour, let me tell you. A limp is the best I could have hoped for. Some days are better than others. I mainly carry the scepter as a warning to any fool believing me feeble."

"How long did it take you to start riding again?"

"As soon as I could stand straight once more."

Surprise filling her eyes, Samantha then asked, "Weren't you scared to get on again so soon?"

"I had my nerves about me," Winston admitted. "But I knew I had to act before fear consumed me. Ever since I was a boy, I've lived with the philosophy or rising from every fall. Setbacks happen, Samantha. All the caution in the world can't prevent everything. But I say as long as you're able, get up again. Without delay."

Samantha entered silent pondering then spoke again. "I'm so glad you came, Grandfather."

The man returned, "So am I, gem."

At the resounding giggle that emitted minutes later, Victor raised his head to see Samantha getting further used to her horse. The setting sun cast warm coloring across the golden-haired girl.

"Vic?" Logan addressed of his brother suddenly standing.

"We need another box of nails." Victor made a path for the house.

Looking from his departing sibling to the pink adorned rider, Logan, too, found his work difficult to concentrate on.

IIIIIII

By nightfall but before they crossed over into Westchester, the youngest passengers drifted off one by one. After Erik parked the X-Van in its regular space, he gathered Becky to carry. Alex and Leon proved grateful for their extensive gym regiments as they became mules for Scott and Frank. Eye Screamers attached to their backs, they followed Erik up into the main house.

Though Frank and Scott stirred at the second floor, Leon and Alex continued until they brought them into their rooms. Alex removed Scott's shoes and helped him change into soft clothes. He then waited for his brother to settle more in order to remove his shades. In Frank's room, he did not protest Leon helping him trade out jeans for lounge pants.

Kneeling by the bed, Leon stroked hair out of his face. "Go to sleep, brother."

Frank murmured, "Night, brother," before sinking into his pillow.

As Erik departed Becky's room, he met with two of the Xavier males in the hall.

"You see? Here's your uncle." Charles handed the eager baby to Erik. "Safe and sound."

"Uncree!" came Brian's delighted squeal.

Erik smooched his plump cheek. "I missed you, too, Lab Mouse. And we may have brought back a few things… for all of you."

"Ooh," Charles touched his son's back, "did you hear that, lamb?"

Erik deduced, "Judging by the look on your face, I assume you survived your in-laws."

"My full immunity to them will be complete soon." With a tap to Erik's arm, Charles asked, "How was your trek?"

"Much needed," Erik replied. "But now, I find myself in desperate need of something else." He playfully jiggled Brian on his hip. "A game of chess and time with my lab rats."

"My thoughts exactly," seconded Charles. "Perhaps a little cocoa milk as well."

Supporting Brian on his shoulder, Erik headed for the stairs while listening to Charles' highlights from the weekend.

II

Hoisting the mewing animal with one hand, Winston gave the cat over to the girl relaxing under the covers. "I take it your sister is still plotting high school domination."

Laughing softly, Samantha said, "They haven't stopped talking about their Prom dresses since we got home." Her brown eyes dimmed. "I wish you didn't have to leave so soon."

"So do I, but unfortunately, I cannot be away from Boston for very long." Winston then told her, "But I will have time for breakfast in the morning."

"Good." Samantha accepted Midnight into her arms for a hug then brought her eyes up at the entering redhead. "Mother."

Adrienne better positioned the covers around her and the furry creature. "Right to sleep, sweetheart. You need the rest for these exams you have coming."

"Yes, Mother." Samantha turned to Winston. "Thank you again for Hazelnut, Grandfather."

"Hazelnut?" a surprised Adrienne echoed.

"My horse," Samantha clarified. "Do you like it, Mama?"

Sharing a brief gaze with her father, Adrienne said, "It's fine, dear. Lovely."

Winston applied a kiss to the girl's forehead. "Sweet dreams, gem."

"Good night, Grandpa." Letting go of Midnight, Samantha rolled to her side and the cat curled up near her stomach.

Winston stood to depart the room and waited in the hall for Adrienne to turn off her daughter's lamp and walk out next. "I believe we have a conversation to finish."

"Believe what you like. Just like you always do." Adrienne started for her guest room.

Winston seized her arm after only a few steps. "I am neither child nor client to you and you will not walk away when I am speaking to you, young lady."

Adrienne seethed, "Get it through your head," she pulled away from his grasp, "I am not a little girl. I am not a defenseless female."

"A bullet says otherwise," the man stated.

"You can't comprehend the sacrifices I've made to build my agency into what it is today," she hissed. "I don't run from adversity nor will I cower in fear. I am nothing like those who use the post office as a means to taunt me because they lack the balls to breathe a word of their hate to my face."

"This is not a question of courage and commitment," Winston urged. He lowered his scepter to grip her by both shoulders. "Have you forgotten about that boy in Mississippi? Brutalized for the capitol crime of whistling at that woman? Churches have been burned to the ground. All children, Adrienne. What do you think will become of you if they deem you a sympathizer?"

Adrienne merely stated, "They go after mine, I go after theirs. Then it simply becomes a matter of who raises the white flag first."

An exasperated Winston gave off a shake of his head. "Genetic doubles we truly are. For the number of migraines Emma and Christian have triggered in me, your particular spirit leaves me unsure of whether to rage or rejoice."

"Whatever the case, Father," Adrienne spoke calmer, "I am not going to yield. What my agency stands for goes well beyond a fashion statement."

"I know that," he responded. "I also know the law deems you an adult, allowing you to disregard every word I say. However, I remain your father and grant you no such privilege. You will proceed with caution going against these ignorant vagabonds, Adrienne. You will not rush in foolhardy."

"Of course I won't," Adrienne concurred firmly.

"Very good. Because should you leap head first into unnecessary danger," Winston cupped her chin to lock their blue eyes, his darker in that instance, "I will be forced to proceed. Do you understand me, Adrienne Frost?"

The woman came back with, "More than most. Worry not."

"I'm afraid that mechanism has no off switch when one becomes a parent. Now," he picked his scepter up again, "I'm going to say good night to your sisters."

"Daddy," Adrienne called after his turning form, gaining the man's eyes on her again. "Thank you for… you've been very good to your granddaughter."

Winston stated, "I happen to be an avid gem stone collector," and continued through the hall.

IIIIIII

When the enjoyable warmth of the blow-dryer subsided and instantly drained the noise levels in the loft, Leon felt the Veteran's fingers combing through his silky strands. Victor spritzed him with kiwi scented leave-in conditioner and finished off the treatment by smoothing the hairs with the wire brush.

"Good to go, kiddo."

Leon shook his head out a little. "Thanks, Vic."

Victor then instructed, "Next time you go to the beach, make sure you wrap it up in a shower cap with some deep conditioner. If you're in a tight spot, do a mixture with mayonnaise and egg."

"Got it," the younger male nodded.

"Well, time for foot patrol." Taking the time to snag a bottled cola, Victor opened the closest window and dove right out of it.

Leon walked up to catch his stylish landing in the grass and the corners of his mouth tugged up. Showered for the evening and in his t-shirt and sleep pants, Leon descended the loft and made tracks for his own quarters. Switching on his light, he discovered his mattress already filled by a figure far superior to his own.

Wearing full WU attire, Melissa said, "You know, keeping the bed warm is one of those two-person gigs. Call it the seesaw effect."

Promptly joining her in the indicated spot, Leon remarked, "This return to school has made quite the philosopher out of you."

Melissa noted, "You smell tropical."

Leon flipped a section of his long hair. "Kiwi Shine and Glow."

Sitting up a little, Melissa inquired, "So, how was your great escape?"

"Becky committed lemonade assault on my behalf."

"Cool."

Leon eyed her closer. "Aren't you going to ask why?"

Melissa countered, "How necessary is that?"

"About as much as what I brought back for you."

At his move to rise, Melissa's hand went to his forearm. "What are you doing?"

Blinking at her, Leon used his shoulder to gesture the proper direction. "I was getting your…"

She stared back at him with deadest eyes. "You're leaving the bed."

"Ten seconds."

Melissa released him, but crossed her arms. "Counting."

Making it to the bag stashed under the leg space of his desk, Leon retrieved the item and shifted back to bed to face her again. "Behold." He held the two-foot plastic whale toy in his hands. "Go ahead and squeeze it."

"My very own Moby—" Believing it would make a squeak noise, Melissa instead received water in the face from the toy's tiny blowhole. At his snickering, she whacked his shoulder with the whale. "I ought to shove this up your hole."

Leon claimed, "And still the look on your face would be worth it."

Studying the whale, Melissa laid back against one pillow. "So glad I didn't think about you once."

Leon lowered beside her. "Not once?"

"Nope. More like two or three times." She tapped the whale's right fin against her lips. "Per minute.

Leon twirled a piece of her hair with his finger. "Must be a contagion going around. We better stay in quarantine."

"Love to." Melissa repositioned onto her side to face him. "Too bad I have that insignificant little equivalency test coming my way this month."

Expression entirely serious now, Leon responded, "You're looking to take the test already?" She nodded. "Are you sure? You don't have to rush it and according to Alex, you really shouldn't."

"These classes haven't been as tough as I thought they would be," Melissa told him. "Yeah, it's a lot of work, but I'm not in dunce cap territory. I really want to go for this thing. Get it out of my life and…"

"What?" Leon nudged gently.

Melissa released a small sigh. "If I manage to pull it off, it'd be nice to show Kayla. And I hate how much that means to me, but I can't help it. Me succeeding… that actually means something to her."

Leon brought up, "You do remember I'm the guy who came to your house in a distraught state all because his older brother yelled at him, right? Not to mention trashing that restaurant after a long rant but right before the full-on anxiety attack."

"Got to say, the trash bit was pretty hot."

"Hm, noted. But the point is, I know what you're feeling and it's okay. Kayla really wants the best for you and that's not just some cheap adult line. You respect her enough to want to make her proud. And I will do everything I can to help you do it."

Melissa quietly poked his chest with the whale's pointed tale. "Thanks, Leon."

Noticing the lights still on, Leon looked from the wall to her. "Five seconds?"

With a put-upon sigh, Melissa inched away a bit. "And still counting."

Re-materializing in an upright position, Leon flicked the switch downward and found his way back to her through the blackness.