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.

286. Chapter 286 Darkest Day

Chapter Two Hundred Eighty-Six

Author's Word: Hi, fam! May I be the first to celebrate the end of January aka saddest, coldest part of winter with little to no enjoyment involved whatsoever. For those of you who are January babies, my love for you triumphs over all and never forget that. Please enjoy and review!

Humid rush sweeping over her relaxed form, her nose forced her eyes open in order to investigate the undeniably delectable aroma. Using her elbow to rise, Melissa blinked repeatedly to bring clarity to the coveted beverage, left by Heaven's highest she theorized, on her nightstand. Her hand reached for it, only for her heart to sink when it vanished. Initially mildly startled by the abrupt disappearance, realization set it. Removing herself from the bed, Melissa slipped into and tied the silk robe that matched her peach baby-doll nighty. She stepped into her fuzzy house shoes on her way into the hall. There, she zeroed in on her bounty, now on the top step. She neared the staircase, unleashing a genuine growl when it evaded her clutches again.

"Be very quiet." Veering, Melissa found the one in blue athletic apparel, her desired brew in his right hand. "I'm hunting cheeseheads."

With ire filled eyes, she stalked to him. "I want a divorce." He extended the iced coffee for her taking and equanimity developed in her voice. "I want you." Melissa batted his hand away without missing a slurp through the straw. "Later." She exhaled euphoria after consuming a third of the drink. "What time is it?"

Leon used his sports watch to report, "Quarter to ten."

"Ten? You couldn't give me a nudge this morning?'

Leon brought up, "You do know some cultures call today a special occasion, right? Of the sleeping in variety."

"Stop showing off your worldliness." Moving by him through the hall, Melissa opened and stepped into the room directly across from theirs. Her good-natured gaze contorted over the unmade toddler bed. "Kris?" Searching the nursery, she looked into the closet, under the bed, behind the tall hamper, and next to the dresser. "Kris?" She returned to the hall as Leon neared her. "Where's Krissy? You checked on her when you got up, didn't you?"

"She was a blanket burrito before I went on my run. Krissy!" Leon went to scan the linen closet. "

Eyes going to the steps, something dawned on and horrified Melissa. "The gate!" Running, she saw the unlatched child shielding at the top of the steps. "No, no, no, Kris!" Melissa used her powers to reach the bottom of the stairs. Picking up on clattering, she sped for the kitchen. "Krissy?" She stopped in place at the sight that greeted her.

Balloons, a short banner, and different bakery fresh pastries decorated the table. Resembling a pair of rambunctious fawns caught in the headlights, the man and child stared back sheepishly.

The adult spoke first with, "Uh oh, I think we're busted."

Puffy cheeks and brown eyes aglow, the tiny one in Wonder Girl pajamas made a beeline for Melissa. "Mommy!"

Arms opening and chest igniting, Melissa swept her straight up and kissed her bedhead. "Kris…"

Grinning ear to ear over the two, Vincent remarked pleasantly, "You really know how to make a five AM wakeup worthwhile."

A wide smile came over Melissa's face and she approached him. "Daddy."

Vincent brought long, solid arms around them and brushed lips over the top of his daughter's head. "Happy Mother's Day, princess."

"Happy Mother's Day!" reiterated Krissy with arms shooting into the air.

"Thank you, thank you!" Glancing back, it surprised Melissa not at who stood with a self-satisfied countenance. "They roped you into this, didn't they?"

Leon replied, "Caramel iced coffee, the bait of legend."

After the light breakfast, Melissa brought Krissy upstairs to wash off cupcake frosting that gave her daughter the appearance of a cheerfully maniacal clown. Melissa dressed them both in cropped-ankle blue jeans, light pink tops covered in a swirling hearts pattern, and white sandals. They lingered at the vanity with Krissy admiring the contents in a small jewelry box and Melissa humming while smoothing the comb through the girl's rich cinnamon brown hair. She soon got around to styling it into a long braid flowing down her back.

Melissa said, "Thank you, snootchie," to the accessories Krissy handed her and clipped pairs of jeweled heart-shaped barrettes into their hair.

With a whistle on his lips, Vincent awaited them in the driveway by the Ford Thunderbird.

"Oh my gosh, Daddy." Supporting Krissy in one arm and her oversized purse with the other, Melissa stared in awe of the sky blue car. "You actually resurrected this relic?"

Vincent shrugged, "As long as it takes you girls to get your faces on, got to pass the time somehow. I re-shingled the roof and put in a moat while I was at it."

"Mechanic, I'll give you. But leave the standup routine to the experts." Melissa gave Krissy over to Vincent's hold while she peered through the windows, finding the interior equally satisfying. "Wow. Haven't flown in this bird since it got rejected for war scraps."

"And she mocks my standup?" Vincent spoke to Krissy. "Do Grandpa one favor, would you, sweet cheeks?" Going to the back, he got her situated in her booster seat. "Give your mom at least half the migraines she's so generously provided me all these years."

Maneuvering around the vehicle to hug and rest her head against her father's front, Melissa claimed, "Yet you never mention all the effort I put into keeping your heart strong."

Vincent held her to him. "Some things go without saying, princess."

Melissa gasped, stepping back. "For crying out- I forgot our sweaters. The winds could shift…" She touched the white garment suddenly draped around her shoulders. She saw that a freshened-up Leon also carried their daughter's miniature version. "Alright, fess up. What are you made of?"

He replied, "Faith, trust, and coffee dust."

They arrived at the massive park shortly and began activity even quicker. With the males on opposite ends of the stone bridge, Krissy raced back and forth between them. She finally attempted to skirt past Leon, who had her up in his arms before she could even brush against his jeans. Krissy latched onto his leather jacket as Leon hoisted her in a soaring motion, bringing untold giggles to the green surroundings. He carried her from the bridge down to the duck pond, where she and Melissa fed the birds pieces of bread.

When they made it to the merry-go-round, Vincent fished out his camera to capture multiple shots of Krissy tucked between Leon and Melissa. The three filled one side of the makeshift carriage, seated across from another family, who encouraged their small boy to wave. He dipped his slightly reddened, sniggering face when Krissy blew him a kiss back. After a few more pictures, Melissa and Vincent reclined under a shade tree, watching Leon pick flowers with Krissy yards off.

At Melissa's distant expression, Vincent inquired softly, "Thinking about her?"

"Oh no, actually." Melissa released a sigh. "More like trying to pick a topic for my last paper in-between perfecting this presentation to secure funding for the women's shelter."

An unsurprised Vincent shook his head. "Kid, if we had you on the front lines, the need for these marches would come to a complete halt." He observed Leon holding a dandelion for Krissy to blow on. "Things are so different here. Yeah, people whisper and pull the aghast routine, but just the thought of you two bringing up Kris in our old neighborhood…"

"Pretty sure our church alone would have made sure I couldn't bring her up there, period." Melissa faced him. "It really scared you? When Lee and I got married."

"Lee is the kind of son-in-law dads can only hope for," Vincent emphasized. "And more than the father Krissy deserves after everything. But people are crazy, Miss; sick and depraved."

"No joke," Melissa entirely concurred.

"It's insane the way things change," Vincent said reflectively. "Losing your mom so suddenly, finding out what happened to you… applying to WU was your best move, princess. The best is all I ever wanted for you and your mother, but success only started turning me into another pawn of our old community. Another designated witch burner fixated on keeping up appearances." He brought his arm around her. "Kris was this family's blessing in disguise."

"Tell me about it." Melissa relaxed against him.

Leon started towards them with Krissy, who waved the colorful bouquet in one hand. The ear-splitting blasts that resonated then caused Melissa to cry out and Krissy to shriek.

"Get down!" Vincent forced them into the grass.

Everything swirling around them, Melissa experienced inner contorting at her daughter's far louder scream. Vision a blur, Melissa still clearly made out the redness secreting down her husband's front. Form going entirely lax, he collapsed.

"Lee!" Unable to stand, Melissa crawled desperately to reach where they went down.

Blood spewing from his mouth, the only and last distinct word from Leon was, "Kris…"

Following his now lightless gaze, Melissa almost choked herself at finding that the blood that coated Krissy consisted of her father's, but mostly her own. Melissa pressed down on her little girl's chest, attempting in vain to stop the overflow from the bullet. Krissy laid entirely still, her expression frozen in agony. Shaking her head repeatedly, Melissa continuously attempted to waken her, even forcefully yanking on her arms by the end.

Somehow entirely numb yet clutched in pain, she felt the masculine hands from behind. Crumbling, she sent screams and sobs into her father's lap.

"It's okay, princess," Vincent dragged fingers through her hair, "this too will pass…"

When she raised her head again, Melissa had to seize hold of the table to keep from falling out of her chair. She discovered multiple eyes glued on her, including that of the elder positioned at the blackboard.

"How kind of you to rejoin us in the land of the living, Miss Vitus." He addressed the entire room with, "Have a safe evening, everyone. I'll see you tomorrow."

Cramming her things into her bag, Melissa fled the room ahead of them all. She tore out of the building as fast as she could without summoning her mutation. Stopping at the bottom step, she touched a hand to her head to steady herself.

"Let me take a wild guess." As if an arrow of lucidity sped through the air at her, Melissa brought up her bright-eyed gaze. "He tried to get you guys to act out an excerpt from Oedipus, right? The higher educated are a little too obsessed with that particular myth for my liking…" She remained wordless as she made a purposeful path to wrap arms around him. "Melissa," Leon's tone became entirely serious now, "what happened?"

"My head…"

"That vile fiend again? Think food might thwart it?"

"And coffee," she requested. "Lots."

Leon stated, "Were there but a way to sew us together."

Melissa reacted to the presence of the sedan. "Look at the big-time instructor. Moving up in the world on me? What's next, tweed jackets, maybe a pipe?"

"For Maya to lovingly shove down my throat? Effecting young minds has brought out my inner sophisticate." Leon opened the passenger door for her. "Also, I haven't had the chance to replace the muffler on my bike."

Getting into the car, Melissa deduced, "MagneDad loaner?"

"His safety paranoia, always with the "breaking of the neck"." Settling behind the wheel, Leon clipped on his seatbelt. "Totally cramps my style."

IIIIIII

Bottle cooled from his small refrigerator, Alex presented it to the wild pink and gray form going at the new upright bag with her feet. "Call it a night, champ."

Gladly accepting the water after a few breaths, Samantha uttered, "Thanks, Alex," and went to a bench to towel off.

Arching his head back, Alex saw Cordelia still in a stiff upside down position on the rings. "You stuck to the ceiling or what?"

Inhaling through her nostrils, the girl currently in flesh form insisted, "Just a few minutes. It's for stealth."

"It's going to be for strain if you don't get down," Alex said matter-of-factly. "Come on, baby girl. I don't want you dragging through school in the morning."

"Oh, why?" Still, Cordelia maneuvered to drop onto the mat below.

"Good. Now, go catch a dip in the jacuzzi," Alex gestured with his shoulder towards his custom bathroom, "and take Cool Cat with you."

Going to link arms with Samantha, Cordelia guided them out of the gym area.

Alex smiled over at Scott hanging onto Kiki's hands while she made enthusiastic use of the trampoline. She sported one of his gold Jaguar sweatbands on her head.

"Frankie, Frankie," petitioned the eager Trav, currently on the top climbing bar, "look-it! Look what I can do."

"Huh?" Frank almost toppled over from performing pushups when the little boy flung himself. "Trav!" His heart ceased jackhammering when Trav managed to snag hold of the rings.

"See?" the dangling child beamed proudly. "I can zoom from one end of the monkey bars at recess to the other now."

Alex reached to bring him down. "Trav, that's great and I know you're excited, but you can't just go into stunts like that. You could have easily hit your head on something in here."

Standing, Frank attempted to assist the deflating boy. "His reflexes are improving, Alex. Little guy just wants to be ready to help with the big stuff, right, buddy?"

"Right!" Trav affirmed. He looked into Alex's face. "I thought it was okay if I do it when you're all in here with me."

"True, but we bigger guys still need a bit more warning next time," Alex explained. "Okay, Bugs?"

"Okay, Uncle Alex."

"Good job, by the way." Alex ruffled his hair a little as he let him stand.

Trav's smile turned into a giggle when Frank tickled him near his neck.

Carrying Kiki over, Scott suggested, "We better get these guys upstairs before Raven gives us an earful."

"Ohh yeah." Frank squatted to the mini male McCoy. "Up and away, little guy."

Trav crawled on and held tightly to the teen's back.

Alex watched the four leave and went into his office, stopping in the doorway with a big smirk. Reclining ever so comfortably in the executive chair, Joey still had the receiver pressed against his ear.

"We're making new signs for Scott's game. You can come, right?" Joey's grin increased. "Terrific!"

"About as terrific as having your own private line…" Alex came over, tugging playfully on his earlobe. "Right, Commander-in-Chief?"

Joey flashed blue eyes into the taller one's own. "Sorry, Al. Do you need me to get off?"

"Is your homework done? All of it?"

Joey nodded. "I studied for the big spelling test tomorrow, too. Before and after dinner."

"Alright, but I'm quizzing you before bed," Alex said pointedly.

"Gotcha, Al."

Taking his own textbook off the desk, Alex sprawled out on his sofa to resume his latest chapter.

II

At the first sign of activity in his den in hours, Erik looked up to see his Xavier rodents.

"Someone," Charles bounced Brian a little, "insisted on seeing his "uncree"."

Erik promptly got up to accept the baby, giving a kiss to the top of his head. "Would that someone like a chocolate?" At Brian's happy gurgle, he reached into the correct drawer.

"You spoiler," Charles accused with a smile that grew when handed a candy of his own. "And greatest older brother in the known universe."

Erik eased back into his chair with a nibbling Brian. "I want to hear those exact words the next time I send you to bed early with mental strain."

"Speaking of which, do you think you and Raven could do without us tomorrow? Becky really wants some time, so Emma and I would like to take her to school and pick her up ourselves."

"Oh? She has been unusually quiet," Erik noted. "Charles, is there something I should know?"

"No," the Professor answered right away. "I would never keep anything urgent with her or any of them from you. I believe she simply needs to rejuvenate with the Triad. The three of us don't get to train alone as much as we once did."

"Yes, of course," Erik understood. He rubbed Brian's round stomach. "I'll put him to bed."

"Thank you, brother. It's been a rather tiring week." Charles went around to kneel near his son. "Give Daddy a kiss, little lamb." Brian took his face to smooch, leaving traces of chocolate on his father's cheeks. Charles only smiled and tasted the stains. "So sweet when you want to be. I love you, son." Charles kissed his nose and stood to leave.

When Brian began to nestle against him, Erik leaned back in his chair to allow him additional comfort.

IIIIIII

Bodies reformed after window arrival, Leon walked over to click on the light switch by his door.

Removing her jacket to deposit on the desk chair, Melissa wore a navy skirt and buttoned powder blue blouse underneath. "Is it weird that you're higher up on the grownup ladder and we still avoid the front door like the plague?"

"Public awareness of us does not require us to acknowledge them in turn," Leon justified simply.

"True words." Melissa stretched on the bed on her side. "I keep forgetting to grab a change of clothes. My room is turning into a Westchester U Wholesale House."

Leon looked at her knowingly. "Still never giving any of it back, are you?"

"You should talk," she smirked. "You still stashing my tops under your pillow?"

"Among other places." Leon kicked the base of his dresser.

Rising curiously, Melissa went to kneel at the bottom drawer. Sliding it out, she found several of her missing articles neatly folded and organized.

"… This is my stuff."

"That explains why they fit so snug." Leon dropped his leather jacket on top of hers.

Melissa brought her head up to eye him. "You clean out a drawer for me?"

"You can add to it if you want."
"Add to it?" Melissa stood, going to him. "You mean your aunt's going to be A-OK finding my undergarments in the laundry?"

"Doubtful," Leon replied straightforwardly. "I can clean that stuff. I'm no stranger to the washing machine. My night crying used to get so bad, I looked like a champion bedwetter."

"You realize during certain times of the month, my laundry can get really gross, right? Like supremely?"

Leon deduced, "Red sea, right?"

"… But apparently not as gross you can get," Melissa determined.

"You can bring over stuff for that, too. In fact, if you give me some clue what I'm looking for, I can pick up extras tomorrow so you always have it on…" Leon took in her continued gaping. "What?"

"What are you made of?"

"Fuckery, trust issues, and coffee dust."

IIIIIII

Slew of rapid images causing her to feel forcefully yanked from her dream state, Becky let off a dragged exhale. Convinced of a portentous thin figure encroaching on her, she switched on her night lamp. The illumination consuming the shadows provided her with relieved clarity. Lana next to her, Becky hugged the doll closely.

Rebecca?

Becky peered up. Auntie?

The woman in white entered the room and rushed to bring the child into her arms.

Princess? Charles came around the opposite side of the bed to join them.

Becky's telepathic pitch sounded hushed. I saw her again…

Emma gently shushed and stroked the girl's hair. No, sweetheart, no. You know the tricks the mind plays at times.

You didn't see her. Charles further vowed, and she will never see you again. After your aunt and I finished with her, she should be grateful to remember her own name again.

Everything she did. She tried to kill Victor- what if she does come back?

Emma replied with no hesitation present, should she be so foolish, she will plead to deaf ears for the former mercy we bestowed upon her.

This is our home, princess. Charles gingerly laid her back with her doll and bear, playing in her curls. Rebuilt and restored. The same shelter through every storm we've faced since that day you and the others filled it for me and Raven. You were already powerful then and have grown far stronger. Mutant or all else, none can penetrate this family and hope to survive.

Becky peered between them. I love you.

We love you. Charles brought lips to her forehead and she closed her eyes.

Emma switched off the light and they kept the girl secured on both ends. When she felt the child and her already weary husband drift, Emma's eyes went to the ceiling. Eyes becoming ice crystals, a territorial visage formed along her lovely features.

IIIIIII

Almost instantly upon entry into the affectionately named Underground Academy, Cody received multiple greetings and high-fives from passing students. A little taken aback at first, he felt very much like the returning King Richard to Nottingham. While his mother aided in the kitchen, Cody readied the classroom. It included sorting the papers and getting the agenda jotted on the board for the different grades.

"C-Cody?"

Nearly startled by the voice so rarely heard, Cody shot his head over to the entering older boy. "Oh hey, Keith."

"C-Could you, um…" Breathing in and out, Keith better gathered his words. "Can you give this to your mama? I wrote it f-for her… for Mother's Day."

"Wow," Cody looked over the stylishly handwritten poem, encased behind glass and wood painted purple. "She'll get a real kick out of this, Keith."

"Th-thanks." The larger boy eased a little. "Your daddy- he showed us how to build the frames."

Cody asked, "Are you sure you don't want to give it to her yourself? She'll flip for it."

Keith shook his head. "N-no. Just do it for me, okay?"

"Well, okay, but if you're gonna make it look like those big fancy plaques in the store, you at least got to sign it for her."

"Oh, I forgot." Keith took the frame back and carefully loosened the back to add his signature.

Cody handed him a pen from the container on the desk and returned to finish up the board.

IIIIIII

Removing the gray hat that matched his suit, the metal wielder made his presence known with a rap to the window of the open door.

"Aaron?"

Attempting to organize at his desk, the younger male stood with hand outward. "Erik."

"I hope this isn't an imposition." Erik shook with him. "My sister and I have to be off soon and I wanted a chance to speak with you before the children arrived."

"Imposition?" Aaron repeated incredulously. "You might be the most involved father here and trust me, that's saying something. What brings you in, though? Is everything alright with Becky and Scott?"

"I was going to ask you that." Erik elaborated with, "Becky's been very quiet at home, but she has been confiding in her aunt and uncle. My brother tells me that it isn't anything to be alarmed about, but still, I wanted to know if you've noticed anything about her."

"Hm." A curious Aaron folded his arms. "I have to say, I find it hard to believe she would ever keep anything from you. Becky truly does think the world of you, Erik. Wherever possible, she uses every opportunity to express her pride and gratitude as an adopted child."

"I know," Erik smiled a little, looking towards the door and around the general space. "I notice yours is one of the few rooms lacking the fervor for Sunday."

"Ah, yes." Aaron appeared thoughtful a moment. "You know how Valentine's Day is a 24-hour cyanide pill for singles?"

Erik recalled, "One year, my son and I spent it pelting happy couples with snowballs."

"Thanks for the field trip inspiration," Aaron smirked. "What many fail to realize is how tailored occasions like that are exclusive and, intentionally or not, very thoughtless. My first TA gig was at a middle school in Brooklyn."

Taken aback, Erik commented, "So, it's before a decorated veteran I stand."

Aaron chuckled at that. "I don't know how I survived such a battlefield, either. There, fathers were the sore subject. I grew close to many students lacking them, even had a few of the boys fall apart in my arms."

Erik listened intently and replied sympathetically, "I've been in that position myself. Becoming a rock for them without ever meaning to."

"Exactly," Aaron concurred. "I'd gone in planning to be eaten alive by these kids. I still check in and exchange letters with many of them. I learned a lot myself and tried to carry it over here with me. Mainly the reminder that not everyone is born into the socially approved family dynamic. I've met countless kids born out of wedlock, broken homes, even rape. Some live with grandparents, get passed around through whatever relative will tolerate them that week, foster homes, and in the best scenarios, parents who leave the rearing to the hired help. I see a lot of that last one here."

"Oh, I'm certain."

"Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukah- those are the sorts of holidays I like to bring attention to," Aaron told him. "Emphasizing generosity, charity, and doing right by others to the kids. Reminding them of the less fortunate. I've noticed that Becky in particular has a very generous nature."

Erik raised his hands in confession. "I can take no credit for that. She came to me that way. In fact, she's the one who encouraged me to get back in touch with my own faith."

"I love the way she incorporates that faith into assignments," Aaron brought up. "Ever since last semester's "story scandal"," annoyance reflected on his face briefly, making Erik snicker, "I've tried to keep more of an eye on Becky. I can't imagine what she must be going through at this time of year. Her friend, Anne Cortez, is another. Her family took off for the entire week. I gave her a little homework, assigned some reflective journaling, and excused her from today's test. Call me soft; I've been called worse. For me, being there for these kids amounts to a little more than overloading their heads with facts and figures."

"And you achieve that marvelously," Erik commended. "I had my doubts about sending the kids into mainstream school. Fortune favored me when Becky and Scott were placed in your class."

"I appreciate that, Erik," Aaron said earnestly. "As for Becky, I don't think you have to worry about her keeping anything from you. She loves and respects you way too much."

"Thank you, Aaron." Erik reached out to shake hands with him in parting. "I'd best be off. My sister and I have a long drive ahead."

"I won't hold you. Oh, and see you tomorrow," Aaron remembered. "The Jaguars are on a roll."

With a cordial smile and nod, Erik redressed his head with his hat and took leave of the classroom.

IIIIIII

On her way back to her room, Maya had to clutch her book to keep from dropping it as she found herself rushed up and off her feet. Now in the grasp of the energetic redhead, she wound a free arm around his neck. When brought to her bed with a delicate plop, she released a small surprised outcry followed by a giggle.

"Honey, you need to start warning me about these threshold rehearsals."

"Sure, spoil all my fun." With a catlike grin in place, Sean rained several green bills down on top of her.

Catching the pieces of currency of different increments, Maya sat up with wide eyes. "Okay, there's no way you had time to rob a bank during study hall. Was it a liquor store or an armored truck?"

"My relatives. Actually," Sean showed her the assortment of celebratory cards, "our relatives. Grad and matrimony money."

"Oh wow, Sean..." Maya gathered the cash into a neat stack then started reading through the cards. "Congratulations to the new Cassidys… May you know an abundance of blessings… Cherish each other as Christ's does His church… Hey Ginger Snap, way to land a dynamite dame?"

Sean snickered, "One of my frat boy cousins. Grandpa Flynn's side."

"Catch my heart from that startling information."

Sean moved in to kiss her. "We are set. Just think of it, Maya. We'll be in that gorgeous townhouse, doing more than eating ten cent cans of soup and fried noodles, debating whether to keep the phone or the gas on…"

"Not having to carry our textbooks in grocery bags while clothed in potato sacks…"

With a chuckle, Sean said, "We were never going to be that bad off. Even if I had to drop school altogether."

Maya's countenance went into a prompt warning look. "Don't you even joke about that."

"Yes, I know, education everything. Well, besides this…" He shared another lengthy kiss with her. "I swear, say what you will about Catholics and our insanely huge families, but at special occasions, we all hit the jackpot."

"I can't wait for our additions to that holy army." Maya patted at his shoulder to get him up. "But first, we need to drop this money off at the bank, get started on those "thank you" notes, and oh yeah, graduate."

"Ugh," Sean clung to her dramatically, "details…"

Maya kissed his hair, "Let's go, ginger snap," and hopped up.

Lazily moving to his feet, Sean slipped on his circular shades. "Right behind you, dynamite dame."

IIIIIII

When intermission occurred, those gathered in the auditorium filed out in a swarm. Charles had to watch that he did not get trampled by the particularly zealous women, somehow managing to make haste despite their high-heels and lengthy skirts. With no shame involved, Emma released a telepathic wave to slow their pace. She and Becky made it up front and into the ladies' room first. Becky finished in her stall first and went to the sink, glad the bathroom offered ample vanity space and multiple mirrors. A few older girls lined up alongside her, touching up their faces with cosmetics.

"I can't wait for the next act," Becky raved. "Don't you just love who they got to play Dickon?"

"I guess," the girl beside her shrugged. "It's all I can do to stay awake. My mom dragged me to this stupid thing."

"Same here," concurred a blonde to her right.

"Pardon me, ladies." Emma glided through them.

After she clean her hands, she adjusted Becky's hair ribbon and dabbed each of their lips with more of the dusty pink stick and clear gloss. They both wore ivory dresses with lace quarter-length sleeves. Emma led the way out to where Charles awaited them in the hall, himself in black slacks and a white dinner jacket over his shirt.

"There you are." Charles linked their hands, kissing the backs of each. "I thought that estrogen mob had devoured you. The men's room is practically a revolving door."

"Male luck," Emma winked at Becky, "they'll never know the painstaking involved in primping."

"There are hardly any men here," Becky noticed. "At least Uncle Charles is having fun. This reminds me of when I went to storybook theatre with Papa and he was the only dad enjoying it."

"Many men unfortunately lack the refinement of your father and uncle," Emma informed. "Or the patience to do more than drink themselves into a stupor on Friday nights in front of some televised ballgame."

"Though, admittedly, I had to push myself out the door a little," Charles told them. "I was tired earlier, but I'm quite glad we made it this evening." He stroked Becky's cheek. "A wonderful suggestion, darling. Are you having a good time?"

Becky nodded with a smile. "Thanks so much for bringing me."

"Our pleasure." Charles then added, "Except next time we might try to go a little easier on the colas for bladder's sake."

"So… can we still refill on popcorn?" Becky's green eyes glinted. "And Milk Duds?"

Emma tacked on, "With bottled water of course. Best for the system."

"Oh, alright," Charles succumbed, turning to Becky. "And not a word to your father. As much as I have to remind him about not spoiling Brian so…"

"He tunes you out every time." Emma joined arms with her husband on route to the concession stand.

"I know," Charles replied. "But I at least have to put the effort in."

All requested refreshments, plus a few additions, obtained, the trio of telepaths headed back to reclaim their seats.

IIIIIII

With hardly time to take off his coat and suit jacket, Erik felt a pair of thin arms circle him and a youthful body attach.

"Hey, Dad. How was Temple?"

"About half as enjoyable as this." Erik gave him a strong squeeze back. "Sylvia Braunstein and her daughters got to speak for Women's Appreciation."

"Cool." Frank peered brown eyes up at him. "Everybody's crazy busy tonight. Do you think you could spot for me downstairs?"

Hanging up his fedora, Erik noted the athletic attire worn by the city native. "Training has become your second nature, boychick."

Frank explained, "It's better than some of the bonehead thoughts that cross my mind when I'm frustrated."

"And you all wonder why I jog for miles every day." Erik touched his shoulder. "Give me a few minutes to change and I'll meet you in the gym. Work on your stretches until I get there."

"Yes, sir." Frank turned to sprint in the direction of the lower level.

Small smile in place as he watched the spirited lad, Erik journeyed up to switch out his clothing.

IIIIIII

Eyelids slowly dividing, it took several seconds for her to make out the contents of her bedroom. She thought herself dreaming until the pain surged at her lower reason and the unfamiliar voice entered her ears.

"Caucasian female, appears to be between eighteen to twenty-two weeks gestation…"

"Get on with it, damn you!"

"Contain yourself, Mr. Vitus."

"What… what's…?" The moment the cries began, she moved to rise, but found herself unable to do more than lift her head. "Is that my baby? My daughter?"

"Melissa," a woman gasped.

"Restrain her!"

"No, no- what! Ah!" Shoved down again by duel forces at her arms, the incoherent girl pleaded above the wails of the one she sought, "Please, please, give her to me… let me hold her…"

When the crying ended with a sharp abruptness, a silent ringing exploded from her ears and she felt her chest crumble with the rest of her feeble form.

At the dropped book coupled with the murmuring that only grew louder, Leon whipped his head away from the study pileup on his desk. Moving swiftly, he managed to keep Melissa from taking a rough tumble off the bed. Her shaking, however, continued, sending her notebook, pens, and the pillows to the floor.

"Melissa." Leon snatched a blanket to wrap around and keep her from jerking further. "Miss, wake up- Melissa!"

Brought back to the present, Melissa finally opened her eyes. She stilled, but the pounding in her chest and equal exasperation from her lungs did not calm as easily

Leon pushed her hair behind her ears to better see her face. "Melissa…"

Trying to regain something resembling composure, she panted, "What happened?"

"We were studying," Leon reminded. "You must have dozed off and…" Realizing the heavy dampness seeping through the blanket came from her continued sweating, he felt her cheek and forehead. "You're completely hot."

Melissa's lips quirked. "Thanks for noticing."

"I'm serious." Laying her down, Leon removed the blanket. "I thought you sounded congested earlier."

"The temperature dropped last night," Melissa said dismissively. "It's nothing."

"Humor me and I'll pretend I bought that." At the thick WU shirt and running pants she wore, Leon determined, "We have to get you out of these clothes. Do you have your bra on?"

At her nod, Leon dashed to the dresser and retrieved a pair of thin pajama bottoms. Returning to her bed, he looked into her eyes before touching her shirt. When she nodded at him again, Leon lifted the sweat coated garment up over her arms. Removing her pants next, he exchanged them for the spring light bottoms.

"Stay put." Leon used his flat sheet to cover her chest a little.

Going to his window first, Leon opened it a few inches. He left his room, closing the door behind himself. Gentle air billowing in, Maya closed her eyes, absorbing its relief. Leon made it back to her in minutes, all needed items acquired. Helping her sit up, he gave her aspirins with chilled ginger ale to sip. Melissa finished three-fourths of the glass. Leon fluffed the pillows under her and draped a cool compress across her forehead.

Melissa raised her right hand to touch his hair. Leon sent cherishing fingers through her strands in turn, their brown eyes fixed on each other.

"What did you dream?"

"Give you three guesses," she replied flatly. "I can hardly space out without my head venturing into parts unwanted."

Leon deduced, "This weekend's amplified it, hasn't it?"

Melissa formed a wry smile. "Not much longer until the darkest day. Hopefully, it waltzes out all the faster."

"You shouldn't be in that house alone," Leon insisted. "Stay here with me. We'll survive it together."

Melissa responded, "As if I could so much as survive the night otherwise."

IIIIIII

"That loathsome traffic," peeling back one corner of the linens, Charles waited for his niece to climb into bed before tucking them in around her, "you'll hardly have any cheer in you come morning."

Becky shook her head with a wide grin. "No, I have plenty left. Wait and see."

Charles used his thumb to brush at her curls. "Do you believe you'll rest easier tonight, Princess?"

"Yes, Prince Charles. Thank you."

Emma handed her Lana and kissed her temple. "Sweet dreams, my love. And don't you worry. We'll be here in an instant if any nasty ones try to give you trouble."

Becky placed her doll on the mattress to rise on her knees and hug the older female telepath. "Thank you, Auntie."

Charles formed a special smile over the better halves of his Triad.

"Mama."

Emma looked up at the voice of her small son. "Oh, sweetheart."

With one more shared nose nuzzle between him and Brian, Erik proposed, "I'll trade you."

Emma accepted her one-year-old, delicately patting his back. Brian's head practically melted into her shoulder.

"Get some rest, Lab Rat," Erik said pointedly as the Xaviers departed.

Charles peered back long enough to reply an angelic, "Yes, brother," and walked out of the feminine bedroom with his arm around Emma.

At his daughter's heavy blinking, Erik sat at her bedside and remarked, "It seems I have more than one tired telepath on my hands. Did you have a nice time?"

"The play was wonderful, Papa," Becky recalled joyfully. "I really want to see it with you before it ends."

"I'd like nothing better," Erik concurred, touching her cheek. "I've really missed my little Ladybug."

Becky's eyes filled with guilt at that. "I'm sorry, Papa."

Erik tapped her lips and smiled. "You've nothing to be sorry about. Is everything alright?" She nodded. "That's what matters. Now, are you up for a story or would you prefer a song to send you off?"

The girl requested, "One of Grandma's, please."

"Of course." His larger hand able to grasp both her small own, Erik began the soothing lullaby from so many generations past.

IIIIIII

With landing still five minutes away, Raven did another quick check to ensure her family's immaculate grooming. They all wore different shades of blue- swing dresses with headbands for the ladies and collared shirts with pressed slacks on the males. When the inspection that included hair and teeth ended, Kiki and Trav resumed holding up their glittery welcome sign.

At last through the designated gate, the woman in teal suit and matching pill hat emerged. The moment she spotted the four who awaited, she dropped the handle of her carry-on bag to open her arms.

"Grandma!" exploded from the two children, dropping and trampling their sign to reach her.

"Oh, my babies," Edna knelt, giving them each an arm and multiple smooches to their cheeks, "my angels!"

Giddiness about to bubble over entirely, Raven bounced in place. "Mom!" She ran at her.

Edna could hardly stand in time to take hold of her daughter-in-law, placing her in a cherished hold. "My precious girl, let me see you." She held onto Raven's wrists, admiring her up and down. "You look radiant, dear."

"Thanks, Mom," Raven beamed.

"Now, where is…" Edna's eyes settled on the tallest present and her delight renewed. "Henry!"

With a boyish smile he could not fight, Hank hurried to hoist her into a strong hug. "Mom," he managed to put her down but still held on, "it's so good to see you. I can't even..."

Edna reached up to lay a hand on the side of his face. "Me, too, son."

Once ready to get on their way, the children latched onto Edna's hands and Raven linked arms with her. Hank picked up and carried his mother's carry-on by its straps, bringing up the rear.

IIIIIII

Finished with diaper disposal, Maya gently lowered Mira to the mat to continue playing her ring game and other activity toys. At the disgruntled utterances from a newly awakened Todd, Maya went right to his crib to gather him, picking up his beanbag dog with him.

"Shh, shh," Maya rocked him, kissing near his earlobe, "what's the matter, Toddy?"

Kayla looked away from helping Cody with his mathematical flash cards. "They just ate. Is he wet?"

Checking, Maya reported, "Dry. No heaviness, either, and he smells fine." She shook the toy dog for him and the tiny boy tugged on one of its floppy ears.

Kayla next turned her attention to who appeared at her suite's entrance. "Melissa."

"Hi, Miss," Maya smiled her way.

Cody dangled himself off the side of the mattress, taking her in with an upside-down view. "Hey, Missy."

The amused female stood in a bulky bathrobe with towel and toiletries in her possession. "Sorry to play intruder- it's a habit- but I was hoping to snag a shower without enticing gawky X-Teens."

"Of course," Kayla granted. She laid the cards down and stood from her bed to approach her. She did not miss the significant lack of color in Melissa's features, making the darkness surrounding her eyes highly visible. "Sweetheart, are you feeling alright?" Kayla laid a hand across her forehead. "You're burning."

Surprising herself by not deflecting the touch, Melissa claimed, "Head cold from the winds changing and all. I've muscled through worse."

Not caring for the amount of truth in that last statement, Kayla said, "I have a bottle of calming almond oil in there I want you to use. Have you eaten?"

"Thanks," Melissa responded to the first part, but denied the second with, "Not the greatest appetite right now."

Kayla nodded and mentioned, "Now that Leon's elevated to instructor, he really needs a private bathroom. But feel free to use this one whenever you need it."

Giving her a pleasant look she hoped displayed gratitude, Melissa started for the bathroom.

When Todd's fussing started up again, she stopped to look at the baby. "Sorry, kid. I have that effect on people." She continued into the room and shut the door.

From their different positions in the suite, Maya and Kayla exchanged a silent glance.

Inside, Melissa twisted the lock on the door into place. Though she had seen it before, she took the time to gaze about the hygiene space and the extent to which Kayla kept the white surfaces gleaming. After fiddling with the temperature setting to make it semi-cool, Melissa let the water rain while she situated her necessary items. Undoing and taking off the robe, she inhaled the male scent in the fabric before setting it aside.

Stepping into the shower, she used a few dabs of her own body wash then spotted the clear bottle mentioned by Kayla. Adding a little to her palm, Melissa spread the oil across nearly every inch of her body, absorbing the comfort it offered her skin. Releasing a sudden sharp moan, Melissa experienced a swell of fatigue that caused her to lean against the wall for support. Turning off the water, she toweled off and dried her wavy hair as best she could. She slipped into black jeans and a long-sleeve burgundy shirt. After she got her socks and shoes on, Melissa gathered her things and walked back into the bedroom.

"Thanks again." It was then that she noticed the abundance of pink, red, and white that overtook the desk across the way. "Sweet haul."

Kayla stepped off into the closet.

"They're from her students." Maya looked up from playing with the twins on the mat. "Wolverine had to help her get it all into the car."

"Uh huh." Cody somersaulted across and off the bed. "But wait 'til you see what else."

Kayla reemerged then with glittery gift bags in fuchsia and plum. "The kids wanted me to make certain you got these."

At the older girl's severe lack of movement, Maya petitioned bewilderedly, "Miss?"

Reanimating somewhat, Melissa let off a faint, "Thanks," as she took the bags by their handles.

Leaving the plum on the floor for a moment, she zeroed in on the large card in the fuchsia one. Before she could pry open a corner, Melissa stared at the stunning cursive writing on the front of the envelope: Happy Mother's Day, Missy. Inhaling sharply, Melissa dropped the envelope and stepped back from the bags as though she faced venom-dripping serpents.

With Cody gaping in confusion, Kayla frowned, "Melissa?"

When Maya came near to touch her arm, Melissa inched away. "No…" She shook her head and dissolved her body on air.

"Melissa!" Kayla dashed right after her, not surprised when she hardly made it into the hall before having to rematerialize. "Sweetheart, hold on. The kids only wanted to show you their appreciation. They—"

Melissa veered around with eyes heavy and expression lost. "They can keep it. All of it! I am not a mother. I'm not anything." She stalked off for the stairs.

Following her still, Kayla saw her ready to burst once more. "No, Melissa, stop. Melissa, you're sick. Using your powers will only drain you more."

Entirely frustrated, she stopped at the top step long enough to demand, "Just leave me alone!"

The words only further solidifying her resolve, Kayla countered briskly, "Like hell."

Taken aback by the simple syllables, Melissa said no more. She attempted to rush down the stairs, but had to grab the banister when the steps swirled and her temples throbbed. Dizziness promptly worsening, Melissa clutched the railing with both hands.

Kayla all but teleported to her side. "My God, honey," she felt all around the heated face, "you are burning up. We have to get you to the infirmary."

Maya and Cody arrived at the top of the staircase.

"Forget it…" Melissa tried to pull herself up, feeling two tons added to her slim built. "I'm fine."

"And I'm not asking, young lady." Standing, Kayla gently yet forcefully brought her up and steered her down.

Turning their heads at the same time, Maya and Cody's brown eyes met with not a sound having to pass between them.

IIIIIII

Bitty hands moving along with knees assisting his momentum, the giddy child stilled. His expression went from fanciful to mild apprehension at the apparent absence of the much bigger crawler. At the light growling, Todd quickly recognized it and glanced around for its source. From behind and as low on the rug as he could go, Logan advanced on him. When he got closest, he raised his upper body to hover directly above his son. Even at the faux menacing show of the man baring his teeth, Todd released delighted chirps. He rolled his head back, brushing lips against the tip of his father's chin. Logan developed a warm expression and dipped to nuzzle with him. Rising, he picked up Todd and bounced him twice before settling him in his arms.

When they made it into the kitchen, Midnight raised his head from his water bowl and strolled over to adore Logan's ankles. The cat's warm, unique touch spread a wave of contentment throughout the mutant elder's body. Seeing his wife on the phone, Logan applied a brief kiss to her cheek then headed to one of the refrigerators. Supporting Todd on his hip, Logan retrieved a juice pouch for him. He opened it, but allowed the tiny boy to hold onto and drink it himself.

"I'll have her call you when they get back from the game. We'll see you tomorrow." Kayla hung up the kitchen extension and refocused on dicing the carrots at the counter.

"Who was that?" Logan asked, circling Todd's stomach with his finger.

"Adrienne," Kayla replied, still working the knife. "Flight issue. She's coming in closer to evening tomorrow and wanted me to update Sam." She sent a special smile to their son. "I see someone's chipper again."

"Faith went to sleep on him and he wanted to tag along with me." Logan lightly bumped foreheads with the happily guzzling boy then looked to his better half again. "How's the happy patient doin'? Did she stop at a flesh wound or did she maul Hank altogether?"

"Had she an ounce of stamina, she might have," Kayla smiled somewhat feebly. "Definitely preferable to the last time he treated her. I'm hoping she has an appetite for some of my vegetable soup later." A highly-dissatisfied countenance took over her radiant face. "According to Hank, what started off as a mild cold very nearly put her in pneumonia territory because she couldn't be bothered to slow down long enough to treat it."

"She's a kid, Fox," Logan reminded evenly. "Always on the move and fightin' for somethin'. It probably just snuck up on her."

"Yes, she is a kid," Kayla agreed pointedly. "One who all too often has to stand alone. She's a tool for the Acolytes and they're a means to an end for her. She needs someone to be genuinely there for her."

"She's got Lee," Logan reminded importantly. "We both know her being able to look at a man, let alone see one on any serious level, is a miracle by itself."

"I know," Kayla sighed heavily. "And what they bring to each other thrills me more than I can say. But we also both know that a boyfriend isn't a parent. Melissa has had her life flipped and jerked around at every turn. And the two people who should have been her pillars and refuge through it all…" Shoulders shaking, Kayla slammed the knife into the sink.

At Todd's frightened moan, Logan gathered him to rock. "Hey, hey, shhhh, Pup. It's okay. Mama's not mad at you. Come on now." He sent a hand down his back. "You don't want to give your ma tears this close to Mother's Day."

Returning from her surge of fury, Kayla stepped over to further comfort their son. "Oh my Hope, I'm sorry." Logan transferred Todd to her enveloping arms. "Mama's sorry, my angel boy."

Todd nestled into her blouse with his ear to her heartbeat.

Logan addressed his wife while sending tender fingers through the infant's rapidly developing dark hair. "I know this whole thing is rough on you, Fox, and not only on account of Melissa. Jay's all over your head, isn't she?"

"Every minute of every day," the glossy-eyed woman replied. "But it's my parents. Mama and Papa were my world and they never missed a chance to remind me I was theirs. You know you're the only man to ever have my body in every single way."

Bobbing his head, Logan said, "Can't skip a day thankin' the Man Upstairs for that, baby."

"But what if I had been violated?" Kayla walked in a slow circle with Todd. "Impregnated? Awoke to a knife in my back, covered in my parents' blood far more than my own? Who would I be then?"

Eyeing her thoughtfully, Logan responded, "I wish I could play prophet for you, Fox. After all I've seen in this messed up life, I can't even imagine who or what I'd be if Vic hadn't found us. But I have seen the influence you've had on that girl. Melissa wants better, to do better. You're part of the reason for that."

At Todd waving the remains of his juice, Kayla touched cheeks with him and insisted, "You keep it."

IIIIIII

Jolted awake, Melissa wanted to scream, but dry throat and heavy congestion did not allow for more than a jagged intake of air. Initially confused and quivering, she managed to distinguish the mansion's medical wing. Compliments of the room's ventilation system, she felt a decline in her fever. Not long could she enjoy it before the dizziness made a rapid return. To her left, she found the chair next to her bed empty. When she heard the dainty footsteps coming her way, Melissa decided against all things small talk and simply closed her eyes again.

Going straight to the little table setup by Melissa's bed, Maya swapped out the partially done water glass for a much colder one. She used the older water to house the freshly cut bouquet supplied by Logan.

"Ooh, pretty." Maya peered over her should at her fiancé, who tacked on, "And cool flowers, too."

Maya smiled in amusement. "Gardenias and lilacs. Wolverine says they promote healing." She took his arm to step out into the hall and leave the ailing one unbothered. "Did you see where Leon went?"

"Coffee reload." Outside the infirmary, Sean stood facing her. "And for reasons beyond addiction. He looks like he's hardly slept."

"I'm not surprised. Miss was over last night. He was probably up seeing about her. You know, with tomorrow and all. It has to be tougher on her than Father's Day is for me." Maya noticed something beyond his sympathetic expression, almost a spark of curiosity. "Sean?"

Entirely unsure how to phrase his response, Sean made a go of it with, "I'm still having trouble wrapping my head around this. Leon and Melissa, together. When we found out about them, I thought Leon was, you know, better." Sean groaned, rolling his head back. "Okay, that sounded horrible."

Maya rubbed his arm and offered a supportive glance. "No. I know what you're trying to say."

"Glad someone does." Looking at her again, Sean went on. "But Lee talked to me last week about some stuff. About how he's ready to be an instructor, but that I'm ahead of him in… well," Sean took Maya's hands, lacing their fingers, "this."

Maya tugged on his hands with a bright smile. "And he's right. You break the curve there."

"I love you up to your shiny eyelids." Sean then returned to what he was saying. "I'm just wondering how Leon and Melissa function."

"We didn't kiss right away, either," Maya reminded him.

"It's not the same, Maya," Sean shook his head. "After all they've been through, I wonder if Leon and Melissa can ever be okay. If they can have what we do."

No real answers herself, Maya said honestly, "I hope so, Sean. I wish everyone could have just a third of what we…" Eyes burrowing into his, Maya moved to the tips of her toes.

Bending his torso to properly meet her partway, Sean attached his lips to hers. Maya wound arms around his neck to resist melting right

When the silence returned, Melissa opened her eyes again. Attracted to the delightful scents, she discovered the bouquet and kept a fixed gaze on it. Tiny droplets rolled out from the buds and rained on the tabletop. Crimson and thick, the blood oozed and gushed from the petals no longer white or purple. The blood increased, forming enormous puddles on the floor. Melissa's breathing struggled to stay steady, her chest constricted, and her insides heated, causing vicious agony.

At the ruckus, Maya made haste back into the infirmary. Sean behind her, they both stopped short at the sight. Flowers left in a watery mess on the floor along with the disheveled, empty bed.

IIIIIII

When their sea of ecstatic yellow and blue reached the double door front entrance, Erik commanded it open while continuing to hold Brian. He tickled the one-year-old's nose with a miniature blue Jaguars flag. With Scott attached to his back, Victor went into a bow for the women to enter first. His hand attached to his grandmother's, Trav walked with them and played the part of escort. Talking with Raven, Edna carried Kiki with her. Still waving her honorary pompoms, Samantha went in with Becky. Angel and Cordelia followed them. Emma linked arms with Charles before proceeding, which Laci and Joey imitated. Letting the other males go ahead, Scott hopped down from Victor and exchanged a high-five with him.

"Ohhh, what a phenomenal ballgame that was," Edna continuously raved, wearing light blue jeans, a yellow Jaguars shirt over her white turtleneck, and personalized cap. "I haven't seen one so exciting since Henry's university days. Norton and I always made it a point to fly out for the first and last games without fail. I still remember his first at Harvard. Two touchdowns."

Hank glance her way with a growing smile. "You remember that?"

"Remember it?" Edna faced him. "Sweetheart, your father very nearly fell into the field jumping for joy."

Raven laughed. "I am going to love that image for many years to come."

Edna turned to Scott. "You left my head in a spin with how quickly you flew through those bases. I see why the Jaguars are enjoying a winning streak."

"Thanks, Mrs. McCoy," Scott responded with a jubilant countenance, "but it wasn't just me. The team has been nailing it this season and Gary's a terrific captain."

Alex nudged shoulders with Victor and reminded, "Don't forget the best coaches in town."

"Oh, never," Scott assured.

"Ah, blah, blah." Victor tussled Scott's hair. "More like we got the best boys in town. Not to mention top of the line cheerleaders."

Becky grinned at his wink.

Gazing up, Trav asked, "Grandma, will you be there when I play football?"

"If Heaven allows it, I will be in the stands with bells on." Edna squeezed his hand. "But first, we'll have to fill you out a little more." She looked around at the other young people. "Who wants to help me bake a batch of victory cookies?"

Kiki shot her hand up first, but all of the eager school children along with Raven bustled after Edna towards the kitchen.

With Brian walking between them while they held his hands, Laci emphasized, "Hank's mom is amazing. Really pretty, too."

Joey lowered his voice to joke, "I think Uncle Hank's more adopted than I am."

"Aunt Emma!"

The blonde woman raised her head at Leon charging down the stairs for her with Maya, Sean, and Kayla in tow. "Leon, what's wrong?"

Erik stepped over as well. "Boychick?"

Leon explained, "Logan's at the auto store and I need help tracking Melissa."

"Melissa?" Hank interjected. "I put her on fluids for a reason. She shouldn't be out of bed, let alone roaming about."

A clearly perturbed Kayla remarked, "That little train of logic derailed trying to get through that titanium skull of hers."

"It was really weird," Sean piped up. "She just up and disappeared on us."

Maya's eyes pooled with distress. "I'm really worried about her. She's not feeling well and with tomorrow, I'm scared she could…"

Leon regarded her reassuringly. "I know, Maya. Me, too." He placed his gaze back on Emma. "Please, can you locate her?"

"Of course," Emma guaranteed.

Charles further vowed, "We'll find her, Leon."

Leon turned to the British man. "After we do, I need Aunt Emma. Promise me you won't dig into her head, Uncle Charles."

Entirely unbothered, Charles affirmed, "You have my word. And so does she."

IIIIIII

Kayla grabbed Melissa, shoving her to keep her at bay. "I said that's enough! Look at you." She glared at the seething girl. "You're weak enough as it is. Are you going to kill yourself in this pursuit?"

Melissa replied plainly, "You say it as if I have anything worth being here for!" She then gasped.

Kayla veered around to see that Cecile had stepped back out, now with a shotgun aimed.

"Little bitch!" she shouted before squeezing the trigger.

In an instant, Melissa dissipated and reappeared before Kayla. The shot echoed across the air as it practically exploded throughout her stomach.

"Melissa!" Kayla took hold of her as she collapsed, blood immersing her entire lower form in thick red.

Sending out her mutated energy, the remains of the bullet flew out and the wound slowly closed.

A pained fiery sensation in her chest preceded the coughing spell that forced the thin frame into an awakened state. Frightened at first, Melissa's heartbeat relaxed over the blue eyes peering at her with great concern.

"Are you alright, miss?" the girl, no more than seven or eight years old, inquired.

Stretched along the wooden bench with the infirmary's gray blanket cloaking her, Melissa managed to speak despite her dry throat. "Where's your mom?"

"At home. I'm here with my brother." The fair-skinned child pointed out the older one heavily involved in jungle gym antics with the other boys. "We live right around the corner. I can run and get my mom." She eyed Melissa again. "We can take you to the doctor. You look really sick. I know because I just got over the flu."

Only able to take in the girl with wonder at first, Melissa shook her head. "I'm fine, sweetie. Go- go back to your brother."

The young blonde did, but did not take gaze off the older female until she reached the jungle gym.

Starting to get up, Melissa groaned as the feeling of excess weight came over her again.

"Melissa!"

Able to lift her heavy head, she saw the dark-haired figure racing for her, but could not distinguish the face until she neared. "… Kayla?"

"Be still." Carefully raising her upper frame to make space on the bench, Kayla sat and enveloped the massively sweating girl in a close lock. With a single touch to her forehead, the Blackfoot woman reflected alarm in her eyes. "This fever has spiked."

"Melissa." Leon stood over the bench.

At his shadow covering her alone, she distinguished, "Leon…"

He squatted, leaving a hand on her knee. "Right here."

"Miss." Sitting on her other side, Maya uncapped the water bottle. "Drink this." She helped her do so, though a portion of it dribbled out due to Melissa's extreme lethargy.

Sean quietly moved around to the back of the bench.

"It…" Melissa struggled with her voice. "It hurts…"

With Kayla holding onto her, Leon took Melissa's chin, not missing the way her irises steadily dimmed. "Aunt Emma."

Stepping forward, the blonde woman took a short reading. "Her head is in a complete fog." Kneeling to reach Melissa's face, Emma said, "I can help you and as monumental as this request is, I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"

Melissa came back with, "Leon does."

Leon nodded at the telepath.

Access granted, Emma tunneled as delicately as she could into the young mind. Kayla and Maya kept Melissa supported between them with Leon's focus on her. Though he also saw the way Sean gingerly kneaded at a few strands of her hair while uttering something. However faint, Leon picked up on the prayer.

At some form of clarity appearing on Melissa's face, Leon's hand went to her cheek and she met his gaze.

Emma told her, "You're going to be alright."

"Thanks," Melissa got out in a whisper.

Emma nodded and Maya leaned over to nestle at Melissa's side.

IIIIIII

Before she made it into the kitchen, Raven detected appetizing aromas. She found an apron adorned Edna in an at ease stance at the stove.

"Mom," the mutated blonde approached, "no, no, we didn't want you here to put you to work."

"I volunteered ahead of the draft," the older woman quipped. "Besides, it isn't as if I don't have plenty of assistance."

"Got it all under control, Rae," Frank said, making use of the potato masher.

Trav and Kiki sat at the table with him, adding a variety of cheeses to the four casserole pans necessary to feed their particular family size.

Edna put forth, "Can Erik have roast beef? If not, I have chicken defrosting, too."

"The better question is, will he share the roast beef with the rest of us?" Raven smirked. "Mom, this is really great of you, but I still feel bad. It's Mother's Day tomorrow."

"It's your day, too, Mommy," Trav pointed out.

"It certainly is," seconded Edna, facing her daughter-in-law. "And you're the mother with far too much on her plate at this time of year. I know you have exams, final papers, and all those university delights that made Henry a hermit for weeks at a time."

Warming from the inside out, Raven said with utmost gratitude, "Thank you."

Edna next mentioned, "I'm going to warm up some of the soup Kayla put aside for Melissa." She released a sigh, turning down the heat on the burner. "I could lose my appetite over what that poor girl's…"

Raven folded her arms, almost exchanging the thought with her. "I know."

Taking Raven's wrist, Edna led her a few feet away. "Raven, sweetheart, some of the best advice I can give you in being a mother is no matter which way your child may steer, never let go of your purpose in their lives. When they are at their lowest- lost and afraid- keep your door and arms open to them. Kiki will certainly need you as she grows."

"Oh, believe me. She will know I'm here. They all will."
"And dear," Edna looked closely into her round face, "you know you can tell me anything, right?"

Hazel eyes flashing, Raven gave off a feeble nod.

II

Gaze so entranced by the crackling flames, a hand to the shoulder proved needed to pry away the young woman's distant eyes. Melissa accepted the heated mug with whispered gratitude. Emma simply bobbed her head and walked over to the mantle to keep the fire vitalized. Kayla sat on the loveseat across from Melissa's, coursing her needle through her latest stitch creation. She caught periodic glimpses of the wordless, pensive girl.

"The Mother's Day Miracle." Hank's remark and entrance into the parlor brought all female heads up. "You're still here."

Melissa looked at him wryly. "You better cut back on the beaker fumes if you call that a miracle.'

Hank jumped on that before the rest received opportunity. "The miracle is that you didn't pass out in the middle of the road or succumb to heart failure on that little misadventure. And in case you've forgotten, there are government officials lurking about with tranquilizers and trucks ready if they'd seen you materializing out there. Weak and severely dehydrated, you would've been morgue filler before we even figured it out."

Melissa eyed him frigidly. "What skin would that have been off you?"

"None whatsoever," the young doctor responded with no hesitation present. "But as it stands, you've become quite vital to someone who does matter to me. In a perfect world, Leon would be the model student and X-Men asset he is, but no. You had to come along. As long as that remains true, you will not add to his losses." Voice now mute, Melissa lowered her head, staring into her tea. Hank turned to Kayla. "An extra dose of cough medicine and ibuprofen before she goes to sleep. Mother's going to have soup ready when she wants it. I'll see about her first thing in the morning."

Kayla nodded after his departing form.

Emma broke the silence next. "I've been where you are." Melissa glanced her way. "Vendetta, anger, destruction… guilt. It took me years to move past what happened to my former students. I wish I could say my quest had as many noble moments as yours, but that's a joke. I wanted to bring down the entire world around me." Emma moved closer to her. "You have what it takes to do untold good, Melissa. You're right in the rage you feel- until you let it consume you."

"… How…" Melissa reached to knit her words. "How do stay unburied?"

"Kick the dirt off," Emma replied. "And the harder part, accept the hand trying to pull you free. Most importantly," lowering to meet her eyes, Emma wore a smile, "you hurt Leon and you'll plead for the grave." Rising, she took her leave.

Motionless, Melissa eventually said, "You X-Men are…"

With a knowing quirk to her lips, Kayla asserted, "Losing that vibrant image of our sitting around a campfire, singing folk tunes on a nightly basis?"

"Big time," Melissa admitted.

"So," Kayla placed her sewing goods to the side, "is this going to be an annual ritual for us?" She transferred over to the other loveseat, adjusting the softer, fresher blanket around Melissa "You winding up in the infirmary, venturing outside with total disregard for medical advisement?"

"No gunfire to the gut this year. That's improved, right?" At the older woman's excruciating lack of humored countenance, Melissa fidgeted a little. "I'm sorry."

"Hm, that's improved," Kayla determined. "Though not by leaps and bounds."

Melissa's voice fell hushed. "How long are you going to keep coming after me?"

Kayla countered, "How long are you going to keep running?" She caressed the back of her long, brown waves. "People love you, Melissa," Kayla tugged on her hair now, "get over it."

After a drawn-out sip of tea, Melissa closed her eyes to the ache redeveloping between her temples. Kayla accepted her head on her chest, arms locking her in.

II

Upon entry into his den, Erik absorbed the sight that awaited him. Leon sat tiredly on the sofa while Becky brushed his hair. Alex arched back at the desk, spinning in the large chair occasionally. Erik started to speak until he felt the one behind him making contact.

Frank tucked himself under the man's arm. "Dinner will be ready soon and ah, kitchen break."

Looking around at the four, Erik quipped, "Must be my birthday."

"Oh yeah." Alex stilled. "Happy- wait, I lost track. How old are you now?"

Erik stated, "Prayer reveals all."

Frank peered up. "Really, Dad?"

"Eventually." Erik walked towards his desk. "Seems I've hardly seen any of you this week." He looked at Alex. "Is the new bachelor pad boring you already?"

"Nah, just figured I'd see how much the Cave's changed." Alex glanced side to side. "That and Joey stole my phone again. And my chair."

Going to grip the top of his own seat, Erik spun it sharply. "Yes, that is rather irksome, isn't it?"

Lifting his hands, Alex enjoyed the rapid twirl.

Leon inched back on the couch when Frank came to take over his lap space.

The younger brown-eyed boy said, "I'm glad Melissa's okay."

Leon, however, asked, "Are you okay? This weekend?"

"Yeah, sure," Frank decided. "I got a new book of letters from my mom on Thursday. Not like I can grouse too much with Raven, Kayla, and Em around."

"Tell me about it," Alex concurred.

At the quiet way Becky lowered the brush, Erik quickly went to kneel in front of her. "Are you alright, Sweet Imp?"

"I've felt really funny lately." Becky dragged a finger through the brush bristles. "With tomorrow and stuff."

Erik asked gently, "Is that why you've been spending so much time with your aunt and uncle?"

She nodded. "I haven't been in here much because…"

"Ladybug," Erik encouraged, "go on. You can tell us."

"I didn't think you'd understand, Papa," Becky admitted. "I didn't think any of you would. You all miss your moms, so…"

"I don't." All gazes went to Leon, who went on without inhibition. "I never have. Sure, I've maybe been curious about her here and there, but what is there to miss? Stories from my father made her no more real than Goldilocks. The experts insist I'm either in denial or hate her for "leaving". When I was born, she was just a body. We never even saw each other. Tomorrow used to be just another day for me until… Emma is the only mother I've ever known."

Becky smiled at him. "Me, too."

"What's really changed for us?" Alex received their attention now. "I can't go one day without imaging painful scenarios for Joey's birth mother, but we still threw together the best Mother's Day for Emma. Kayla does a lot for us, the safe house, and with two new babies in the mix. Even before Em got here, Raven made sure we had three-squares every day. She navigated this scary college stuff with me, even buying me that stupid expensive suit for my interview. Vanessa tried to tear us apart and it's seriously pathetic how she never stood a chance."

"He's right, Pretty Eyes," Leon addressed their sister. "If you found out your birth father was actually horrible, are we going to boycott Father's Day next month?"

"No way," Becky answered automatically. "That's like skipping Christmas, Hanukah, and every birthday ever."

Though he smiled, Erik spoke solemnly. "I have to say how sorry I am." His children remained quiet for his every word. "I get so stuck, so lost in the pain of my past. I forget how fortunate I was to not only have a mother who loved me, but one I loved so much in return and continue to."

"I'm the worst, Dad," Frank claimed. "Seems I only ever think about myself. Like I have it anywhere near that bad."

Leon patted his back. "I have some experience there. It's good that we have each other to go forward. I couldn't without you."

Frank brought his head to Leon's shoulder.

"Don't be ashamed if you received what you needed from your aunt and uncle," Erik advised Becky. "The three of you have a special link for a reason. But never feel you have to shy away from me with anything that troubles you." He gave each of them a specific look. "That goes for you boychicks as well- bachelors included."

Alex smirked, leaning back comfortably in the executive chair.

IIIIIII

Already in nightclothes, Maya met up with the Howletts in the hall.

After exchanging cheek kisses with her, Logan wished, "Sleep well, darlin'."

Maya hugged Kayla. "I'm going to say good night to Melissa."

"I'll see you both in the morning," Kayla kneaded the girl's hair, "if she knows what's good for her…"

Maya snickered softly as she continued through the second floor.

Arriving in their suite, Logan whistled and proclaimed, "Bedtime, let's move."

When Todd reached for him, Kayla picked him up with a kiss to the head and carried him to the wide bed. At her father attempting to remove the plastic stick that would end her xylophone performance, Mira whined in protest and bopped his nose with it.

"Geez!" Logan hissed, touching the afflicted area.

Putting toys away in the chest, Cody fought against his building fit of laughter.

"Faith." The name along with the accompanying look caused whimpering on Mira's part, but no more fighting. Logan slid the stick and xylophone over for Cody to load into the box then brought his daughter to the bed. "You see your daughter's viciousness?"

Preoccupied with nuzzling noses with Todd while he played in her hair, Kayla claimed, "She's just tired…"

Mira locked eyes with Logan with tiny hands and padded feet squirming. "My little grappler…" He lowered to blow against her neck, making the girl shriek giddily.

"Mama," scampering up onto the mattress, Cody laid between his parents and siblings, facing his mother, "you think we could swing by the safe house tomorrow? Just for a little while? We could bring them some special cake or somethin'."

"That sounds wonderful." Careful of Todd, Kayla reached over for her oldest. "But in the morning, I'd like breakfast- just the two of us."

"Yeah!" grinned Cody.

Only blinking while her father growled over her, Mira pressed lips to her nose. The savage male immediately settled beside her.

IIIIIII

Melissa stirred over the one who made it back to the room, bringing the shower fresh aroma along with him.

Her eyes jumped and a smirk formed when he dropped his towel. "If I'm still delirious, don't wake me."

"I've seen your various angles, haven't I?" Still, Leon did not drag out getting into boxers and pajama bottoms. "I have to say, this is way better than last Mother's Day weekend."

She situated herself on the pillows better. "Really?"

"For sure." Vanishing, Leon reformed in bed next to her. "See, last year was nuts. We spent it trying to track down this violent, deranged chick."

"And that's different from this year because…?"

Leon explained, "We spent it trying to track down this violent, deranged chick… known for winding up in my bed."

"Dating someone who can sneak into your bedroom without ever touching the door knob…" Melissa then put forth, "What the hell is wrong with us?"

Leon agreed, "Yeah, that's pretty stupid even by mind fucked standards." He then noticed the fat scented candle on his nightstand. "I wondered what smelled of candy and love."

Melissa looked over at it. "One of the trinkets from the kids. Unnecessary, but whatever."

"Take it from the guy who had a near nervous breakdown over his surprise birthday party," Leon mentioned. "This world is bad. We know and acknowledge that in ways others are too scared to admit to. But the only reason we know about the bad is because there's good here, too. Adults who aren't crap. Kids who respect us, loves us."

Melissa brought her vision upward. "That's what we're too scared to admit to."

Leon raised up on his elbow for a better look at her. "You'll be here when I get up."

Her brown eyes found his. "I will."

He affirmed, "You better."

Melissa did not separate gazes with him. "I want on top of you."

Nodding, Leon laid back flat. With Melissa still weakened, he helped her up. His bare chest became her pillow and her hair acted as his blanket.