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.

295. Chapter 295 Reach for the Stars

Chapter Two Hundred Ninety-Five

Author's Word: Hey, fam, how's it going? Just give me a second here to finish plotting this course. Let's see, start off by collecting all the dragon balls, in between fighting evil by the moonlight with the Sailor Scouts to help fight, then journey to multiple gyms to qualify for the Pokemon League, teleport to the Command Center to upgrade my pterodactyl zord, find my crest so my Digimon can reach Ultimate, join Gaston's mob, and return to Pride Rock to beat Scar mercilessly with several other rocks… and all of that will be infinitely simpler than the bull crap that has worn me raggedy. Seriously, is there some rule I don't know about? Only one responsible person per major city? Is that what this is?! I can't even… ugh, how do the stupid function?!

Anyway, yeah, yeah, I'm alive, good to see you, enjoy, review, make a difference in your community by stabbing an idiot. Or feed the hungry, I'm flexible.

Stationed at the widest window the guestroom offered, the English youth took in the outdoors but focused on nothing in particular. Only feather light rapping at his door shifted his gaze from the clear pane.

With the knock much too delicate to belong to one of the male elders, Nate's curiosity compelled him to respond, "Come in."

Getting the door open, the petite lass stepped inside. "Hi."

Worry came over him at her oddly shamefaced posture. "Maya, are you okay?"

The town native let off a partially amused exhale. "Here I came to ask you that…" Making an abruptly determined path for him, Maya flung arms around the younger teen. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome," Nate returned her grateful embrace, "for the fourth time thus far."

"I don't care. I can't say it enough," Maya claimed adamantly, inching back to look at him. "You guys kicked butt for me with methods ten times better than anything I could've thought up. Besides plunging them into hot oil."

"Oh, believe me," an impish glint came over Nate's face, "that was on the list of possibilities." His expression sobered. "They deserved no less for what they said to you." He managed to calm the building outrage permeating his insides. "I lost my dad when I was ten."

Muteness instantaneously engulfed the room and Maya hugged him again with greater ferocity.

The pair remained latched that way, their individual heads so far away. Only the concerned feminine voice that arrived moments later catapulted them back to the present.

"Maya, Nate?" The adult telepaths lingered close to the door.

"Don't blame him." Turning to them, the older teen stood in a somewhat defensive position.

"He was minding his own business and I just waltzed in—"

"Maya," Charles cut in benignly, "it's alright, love. We already told you, we know Hank already had a firm discussion with all three of them. We're not here to raise Cain."

"We only want to talk," Emma spoke directly to her host brother.

Worry subsided, Maya took her leave, closing the door as she did.

Left with the Xavier elders, Nate maintained eye contact, but awaited their direction in regards to further movement. Emma indicated his bed and he promptly took a seat on the side of the mattress. Charles dragged over the desk chair while Emma sat right beside him on the bed. Nate attempted to scrutinize their expressions. It did not surprise him to find that task extremely difficult against two mental mutants. However, even with both pairs of their blue eyes trained on him, the visiting youth did not feel like an ant under a scorching magnifying glass.

Before either could begin, Nate volunteered, "I take responsibility for all of this. It was my idea and my devices that pulled it off. I rigged the PA systems to get Frank and Collin out of class, I coerced them into using their powers at school—"

"Baby bro," Emma cut in, winding an arm around his shoulders to draw him closer to her side, "I know you're still adjusting to the States, but I feel the need to remind you about a little asset known as the Fifth Amendment."

"Though we do appreciate and respect you trying to accept the brunt of it." In the chair directly facing them, Charles offered a gentle smile. "However, I know our Frank is no amateur in the fine art of pranking. The same could be said for Collin." Albeit, in a more destructive fashion.

"While we don't approve of cutting classes, breaking into the chemistry lab, and the like, we mean it when we say we aren't angry with any of you, Nate."

Emma added, "We also know this wasn't merely some immature high school hijinks. I've personally seen the viciousness popular cliques get away with on the regular. From what we understand, they were inexcusably callous towards Maya entirely to provoke Angel and the other seniors. It seems to me they got a healthy taste of their own medicine."

"Rightly so," Charles agreed with his wife, bringing a hand to Nate's shoulder. "However hyperactive and impetuous you can be at times, you're kind and caring first, Nate. We know you- all of you boys- acted out of a sense of valor today. For you to feel so strongly towards any of us after such a short time speaks volumes."

Nate eased against his touch. "Thanks, Charles."

"Ultimately, no real harm was done." Emma rubbed the boy's back a little. "If you want to talk more- about anything- our door is always open. As for right now, dinner will be ready soon. I believe Raven mentioned something about a special dessert- for no particular reason, of course."

"Thanks, Em!" Rising right away, Nate headed out of his quarters to get to the bathroom.

At the way her husband glanced after him, Emma asserted knowingly, he reminds you of Sean at that age, doesn't he?

To the letter. Charles reached for and secured her hand in his before placing his gaze on her. Let's get the littlest Xavier together, lest we catch my sister's wrath at the supper table.

Though she stood with him, Emma quipped, I'll never fully adjust to your enigmatic benign sibling dynamic.

II

Grunts and hefty respires of air pervaded the spacious exercise room from the four X-Males. Adorned in their workout gear of their own individual color schemes, sweat completely drenched their furious forms. While Erik kept the punching bag in place for Sean, Logan's padded palms provided Frank with a pair of swift kick targets.

When their heartrates accelerated with enough intensity to affect his heightened ears, Logan declared the activity concluded. Erik seconded him and the two boys eased off to regain control of their breathing. Frank stepped back until he felt and lowered onto the nearest bench. At the cool bottle presented to him, he offered a mute thanks to the redhead who held it. Sean said nothing as he sat next to him with his own water. Erik flung each of them a towel.

Drying off as well, Logan ventured, "That help?"

Frank determined, "Sure, but no boxing round can top the image of those preppy prisses shrieking like something out of a Hitchcock flick."

"I bet, but I meant the Red Irish here," Logan clarified.

Water spilled from the tip as Sean clenched his water bottle in a fist. "It's ridiculous that the younger kids had to get in the middle of this in the first place."

"Yeah, 'cause we're still in training pants." Frank rolled his eyes. "I pulled off worse in New York, ya know."

"That's not what I meant." Sean softened his frustrated tone as he faced him. "You guys wouldn't have had to risk your necks if I'd have made Mack eat my fist as soon as he opened his mouth."

"Why? To get booted out of Prom just like they wanted?" Frank reasoned. "They're so scared of Angel and Ben they'll say anything."

"Your brother couldn't be more right, Seanikus," concurred Erik, gaining the ginger's attention. "Had you attacked, you would've fallen right into their trap. Though I must say," he glanced at his boychick, "using your ingenuity as opposed to your fists showed real self-control on your part. I can't say I would've reacted with such restraint in your position."

Sean put forth with sudden bluntness, "If you'd been there, forget booby-traps. You'd have made their lockers into medieval death traps."

Frank coughed from sniggering on his next sip of water and Logan snorted.

Erik only repeated his previous statement. "You couldn't be more right."

Logan then asked, "Big Beast rip your terror trio a new one?"

"After he reminded us that any other faculty member would've had us suspended or worse," Frank recalled, "Coll got assigned an essay. Me and Nate have to be lab grunts right after dinner."

"Yes," Erik remarked drolly, "because a trip to the comic book store would have been too unthinkably cruel." He used his towel to swipe at his son, who managed to tilt to one side to avoid it.

After the four dispersed to prepare for their upcoming appearance in the dining room, Sean kept in step with Frank.

The redhead wanted to know, "Where did you get an inflatable doll, anyway?"

"Collin found it in the health class closet. We hadn't even been planning on it, but it was a total gold strike. I can't believe Nate actually cooked up all those gags."

"Way too cool. You guys really pulled this off. Kids will be talking about this for ages." Sean tossed his head back in utter amusement. "Especially if Rita can't get that dye out and shows up at Prom looking like the Creature from the Sherbet Lagoon."

Through his sweat, stench, and general weariness, Frank's previous satisfaction magnified considerably.

IIIIIII

The bell above the boutique door resonating its blissful chime, the ecstatic pair of girls exited the shop. Making their way down the block, Melissa and Leon looked on at them loading into a minivan after securing their gown bags.

Taking off her sunglasses, Melissa noted, "Prom countdown is on."

Leon said, "It's been made a World's Fair in my house."

"Three senior girls. Every school dance that ever came before have been nothing but rehearsals."

"They're all the same to me," Leon stated. "I've never been to one. I did see Cinderella. Does that count?"

"It's your basic guideline," Melissa replied with mild pleasure as they continued walking. "But trust me, you missed nothing. The fittings, the anticipation, life as we know it coming to an abrupt end if your shoes are half a shade off from your dress. Prom is nothing but—"

"Yet another thing we lost out on," Leon interjected. "But we do get the privilege of having it

shoved in our faces through everyone else."

Melissa added, "Like weddings and strollers."

A wave of silence passed over them until Leon brought up, "You don't have to show up for this spectacle tomorrow."

"Yeah, I do," she claimed. "Especially after what happened at the school today. For Maya, right?"

"For Maya," he seconded.

When they parted outside the manor, Melissa walked up the steps for the inside. The moment she entered, she received her first greeting from the canine bounding her way. She knelt to share a quick embrace with him and receive a cheek lick. Jack stayed alongside her on the way into the kitchen. Collin, Brenda, Anne, and Max sat around the island in the middle of humongous banana splits. Max appeared quite savage at the amount of whipped cream that decorated his face.

Only staring at first, Melissa eventually said, "Please tell me you consumed solid foods before this."

Collin looked up. "Yeah, Marco made us custom quesadillas."

"See, you think I neglect the little baby-muties." Marco removed a cola from the refrigerator.

Jimmy piped up from his spot on the counter, "She should be the expert on that. What, not playing make-believe X-Woman tonight?"

Melissa started to retort something most cunning, but since it involved multiple words not appropriate for the present age levels, she settled for a sneer.

Going to Brenda, she rubbed her shoulder and asked, "How's it going, champ?"

"Mmm, I didn't think I'd make it." Brenda frowned heavily. "In-school suspension is duller than death."

Anne lowered her spoon a moment. "I would have given anything to see you pummel that guy. Collin said he lost two ribs."

Max recalled, "He told me you hit him so hard, your fist came shooting outta his b—"

Collin rapidly seized his brother's spoon to force it into his mouth. "Quit exaggerating all the time." He shifted his eyes suspiciously and resumed eating.

Jimmy insisted, "I still say I want to go down there. Take care of those rent-a-cop stooges if nothing else."

"Believe me, I wanted them in line for unemployment insurance." Fabian entered with his father. "But Cordelia and the girls would not stop going on about how their children shouldn't be made to starve. It was their better nature, not mine."

"Like you have any," smirked Collin, getting his hair tossed vigorously by the teenage Spaniard as a result.

"Hmm," Estevan uttered with displeasure. "I still don't know what you must have been thinking, young lady." He returned from the deep freezer with a new ice pouch, holding it to

Brenda's afflicted hand. "You could have shattered your fingers on that neanderthal. Have we taught you nothing?"

Collin said, "I told you. You should've kicked him across the hall."

"To be honest," Brenda confessed, "if I thought about it anymore, I probably would have killed him."

"And we cannot have that." Estevan applied a ginger massage to her shoulders. "Bodies are more trouble than they're worth for our cause."

IIIIIII

After Maya helped Kayla with bathing and dressing the twins for bed, Logan returned to the suite. Mira and Todd each taking one of his arms, he settled into the rocking chair with them. While Mira gripped part of his shirt drowsily, Todd rubbed his nose against their father's front as if trying to absorb his scent. Maya stared at her reflection in the vanity and Kayla stood behind her, playing in the girl's lush waterfall of brown strands.

"I don't believe this," the teen vexed. "Less than twenty-four hours to Prom and I'm still lost on what to do with my hair."

Rising to place his youngest two in their cribs, Logan suggested, "Pigtails."

Maya claimed, "I'll look twelve."

Logan handed Mira her stuffed elephant and glanced over. "And?"

Despite having appreciation for her husband's sentiment, Kayla still said, "If you're not part of the solution, you're off the Prom Committee." Maya released a moan and pressed her head against the smooth wood of the vanity. "Oh, sweetheart, I know how important this is, but you can't let it overwhelm you this way."

"It's not just the dance." Maya lifted her head again. "I've gone back and forth between apologizing to the boys and thanking them. I could've gotten them into a lot of trouble."

"None of this was your fault." Lowering, Kayla touched cheeks with her and squeezed her shoulders. "It takes a monumental fool to wrong an X-Man and expect to walk away unscathed."

"Which reminds me…" Logan walked their way with arms crossed. "When were you goin' to tell me what that little turd said to you?"

Maya faced him and replied, "After the vow exchange. It's kind of hard for you to give me away from a cell."

With a shake of his head, Logan said, "And here I thought you knew me better than that, Smiley. You know I can make it look like an accident."

Maya stood to lean on him. "Forget them. Brenda was right. They just wanted a reaction. Angel has them so shaken, they're desperate."

Kayla put forth, "One can almost feel sorry for them..."

Appearing thoughtful, the three mutually determined, "Nah."

II

On toes that currently acted as springboards, the little boy bounced through the lower level to reach the security room.

"Uncle Vic? Uuuuuncle Vic!" Entering Eye Spy, he discovered it empty, but with Victor's scent so recent, he knew he could not be too far off. Going to the compact refrigerator, Cody retrieved a root beer and filled his uncle's rotating chair. With the aid of one of his claws, he popped the bottle cap off, only to nearly choke on the drink at what he observed on one monitor. "Oh boy!"

Leaving the root beer on the floor, he sped for the outdoors. On his way, he activated his communicator to contact his two blonde comrades currently on barn duty.

II

Hands locked and minds equally intertwined, the Xavier couple stared upward. They lay calming from the ecstasy rush gifted to one another only moments ago. Tingling still taking place, they soon resumed kissing, only for their desire for a third round to come to an abrupt halt.

"Hello, hello, who's here? Bostonian burglar afoot!"

"Your brother," Charles recognized grudgingly.

"He timed us, I know it," Emma insisted.

Still, they managed to detach from bed and slip back on, formerly discarded, nightwear. They tied on their robes before venturing into the hall. Samantha, Cody, and Joey standing around them, Emma had to do a double take at the sight of Adrienne and Chris laughing together.

"Ah, there's Little Sis now," Adrienne acknowledged.

"Hi, my lovely." Chris stepped over to kiss Emma's head. He held a hand out for Charles. "Brother-in-law."

"Brother-in-law." Charles shook with him. "You ambushed us, old boy."

"My work day miraculously ended with hours to spare," Chris explained. "I thought I'd head out while traffic was in my favor. Father is still preoccupied on his end, but he'll be here."

"Chris." Holding Brian on one hip, Nate hurried to hug him.

The blonde man wrapped arms around them. "Well, buddy, you really surprised me."

Unsure as to his meaning, Nate replied, "I did?"

"Yes." Chris took Brian to hold. "I thought for sure Charles would steal away the best intern on two continents."

"With the pedestal this young man has you on?" Charles spoke. "No chance."

Chris left a hand on Nate's shoulder. "Everyone's been telling me about your inspired retribution earlier." He let off a hearty chuckle. "And I thought I pulled some fast ones in prep school. But knocking two obnoxious seniors off their high horse? You've made history this day."

"Yes, the boys were truly valiant," Adrienne commended, eyes floating over to the telepaths. "With the difficult time Cordy is having of late, the last thing she needs is unnecessary tension on the eve of her Senior Prom."

Emma put on a knowing smile. "I couldn't agree more, Big Sis."

"Yes," supported Charles.

A cheerful Nate glanced towards the other kids. Joey and Cody grinned back at him and Samantha hugged Adrienne's arm with a grateful gaze present.

IIIIIII

Landing on the next page, Cordelia stroked the photograph depicting her first Christmas under the tree. Adrienne held her up for the camera, both with bright smiles, while Chris and Emma appeared either tired or loathsome. As she flipped through the book, Chris and Nate sat on either side of her against the headboard. Adrienne, soon to join Victor in Eye Spy, sipped coffee by the window. Seated in a chair close to the bed, Charles held Emma in his lap.

At the next assortment of photographs, Cordelia cringed. "Ugh, that wretched pink tutu."

"You were a pretty little ballerina," Charles insisted.

Adrienne remarked, "And nowhere near as uncoordinated as Em. To land the lead in the Nutcracker, only to barrel into the Rat King…"

Emma only smirked. "That may have been the highlight for me."

Chris said, "At least ballet made sense for you three. I despised dancing school."

Adrienne stated, "Only because it took you forever to learn to lead."

Chris countered, "We couldn't all be born with your natural control freak tendencies, Big Sis."

"That's apparent," Adrienne responded glibly.

"Look at this one." Nate tapped a picture of Adrienne, Emma, and Cordelia in spring dresses of cherry, cream, and goldenrod. "You three are positively radiant."

"Oh, my goodness," Cordelia grinned widely. "That's from my favorite Easter. Normally, I wouldn't go near a dress willingly, but that one they could hardly get me out of. After Mother surprised me with it, I was completely smitten. Just look at that beautiful trim."

Placing his head on her shoulder, Nate said, "It's as wonderful as the one she helped you with for Prom."

Cordelia sent an arm around him closely and looked around at the others. "Thanks for being here, everyone."

Emma reached out to pat the girl's knee. "This is exactly where we want to be."

"As if Mother would ever forgive me for leaving your Prom preparations to these amateurs." Adrienne finished the last of her coffee. "I'd best get downstairs for eternal vigilance. Good night, children."

As she walked out, Nate put forth, "How is Adrienne watching over us throughout the night secure yet frightening at the same time?"

Emma said, "How very much you have to learn."

"I better catch some sleep from that drive." Chris faced Cordelia. "When we both manage to pry our eyes open in the morning, what do you say to a run?"

"Exactly what I need," Cordelia agreed cheerfully.

Nate hugged his host sisters and Charles before scampering after Chris.

Getting up from her husband, Emma folded the blanket over Cordelia. "Good night, Gorge."

Charles kissed her at the temple. "Sleep well, my glittering girl. We love you."

"I love you, too," Cordelia returned, eyes closing.

Emma turned off the light and they took their leave of the room.

Charles slipped his hand into his wife's. I'll be right along, darling.

Emma nodded and continued for their master suite.

Going to stand outside the door of the child who shared his name, Charles directed, put that away until morning.

Joey hastily stored the book inside his nightstand drawer as his father walked in. "You weren't even reading my mind, were you?"

"As if I need a complicated gene to know my little boy." Closing the door, Charles laid beside him.

"Dad," Joey inched in close to the man's side, "is it bad that I love what Uncle Nate did at the high school?"

Without deliberation, Charles answered him with, "If it is, we're both rotten. Though, even if I didn't agree, I certainly wouldn't think less of you. In any case, I'd rather you be genuine with me."

Even more thoughtful now, Joey held his father's hand with both of his. "I want to tell you everything, Daddy, I really do. But sometimes I can't 'cause it'll hurt somebody else, even if I really want to…"

At the sheen that appeared in his son's eyes, Charles kissed the top of his head and gently hushed him. "I understand that more than you know. But when this family has faced its darkest hours, I've always been able to count on you. If you don't do the right thing, I know you will try to do the best thing."

"I promise I will," Joey vowed then considered something else. "Dad, how come Uncle Chris doesn't spank me when I act up the way Uncle Erik does?"

"I don't think you've had many occasions of being naughty around Uncle Chris." Charles then explained, "He and Uncle Erik are different men of separate experiences with their own beliefs. Uncle Chris could also be afraid of hurting you like Uncle Erik used to worry he would."

"It's so crazy that Uncle Erik can take on the biggest, baddest guys, but he was scared of hurting me."

"That's because he cares nothing for those ruffians. You on the other hand," Charles used his finger to outline the shape of a heart on Joey's pajama top, "are his irreplaceable Kangaroo." Joey smiled at him. "You're also my little one, who needs his sleep." He reached over to turn off the reading lamp.

"Aww." Joey eased against his pillows. "I wish I could stay home with the seniors tomorrow."

Charles tucked the covers in around him. "And leave Laci without her courageous prince?"

A grin spread across Joey's face. "Good point."

Charles laughed in his throat and patted the boy's bottom through the linens. "Good night, son. If you think you can sneak in another chapter about Archibald Motley, do remember Uncle Erik will be performing the next rounds."

At that, Joey squeezed his eyelids shut tightly.

IIIIIII

Fixated on the electronic screens that detailed no disturbances or causes for alarm, the security man's brown irises drifted to his right periodically. Her gaze forward also, the woman at his side wore pants, boots, and poncho in black with a gray shirt. A high ponytail kept her hair from concealing even a portion of her luminous face. Despite the conservative attire, her curvy form could not be hidden. Correcting a stiff portion of her neck, Adrienne eased as his larger hand took over kneading away the nuisance.

The faint footsteps that would go unnoticed to any other set of ears made Victor look back. "Sam?"

"Samantha," Adrienne turned in her chair at the arrival of the girl in soft pink nightclothes, "it's nearly five. Did you have a nightmare?"

The blonde child looked between them. "Angie's not in her bed."

With only seconds of consideration, Victor indicated for them to follow him. He brought them up to the second level and continued up the steps that led into his loft. The petite form stretched out on the sofa under one of Kayla's homemade blankets. On the right arm of the couch, Midnight kept vigilance over her.

"Ang." Victor walked to the half-awake lass.

"Sweetheart." Raising Angel's upper body a moment so she could sit, Adrienne positioned the girl's head on her lap.

As if activated, Midnight nuzzled Adrienne's shoulders before leaping down to approach Samantha. She picked him up and went to settle in Victor's lap at the tip of the sofa.

"You feeling okay, baby?" Victor asked Angel, winding an arm around Samantha.

Angel pushed some hair out of her face. "I kept waking up every twenty minutes. I just had to keep checking on my dress and my shoes and… I didn't want to keep Sammie up."

"You weren't bothering me," Samantha told her.

"Dear, you're a nervous wreck." Adrienne finger combed through Angel's hair. "I went through the same thing. Oh, I may have displayed iron confidence on the outside, but inside I was combatting nausea. You just have to calm yourself."

"I wish I could," Angel uttered, staring across the way at the bookshelf. "But I can't stop being mad."

Victor asked, "On account of those kids today?"

"Because I can't believe how badly I want that crown." Even as she spoke it, Angel found incredulity in her own words. "I want to beat Rita Wilson over the head with it and her little followers. For how they've treated Maya, Sean, their friends. I just want to lock all of them in Charles' secret dungeon and let maggots eat them. And roaches- those things are harder to get rid of than broke relatives."

While Victor and Samantha snickered, Adrienne commented, "Still not on par with my bitterness at this age."

"Ang, if they even try to hand that crown over to Miss Bug-eyed, I'm ripe and ready to slash that little wench's tires." Victor turned a clawed finger on Samantha. "Don't you get any ideas."

"You said it," she shot back playfully.

Victor laid a hand on Angel's ankle, getting her eyes up. "Look, I know I don't take a lot of these high school politics and contests seriously. I like to think of you girls, all you kids, as goin' to school, swingin' your lunch pails, not a care in the world. We all know that ain't the reality by a longshot." All three females nodded. "I want you to get everything, big or small, you want out of this stink of a life. But I want you to remember something. This Rita girl ain't got it all. She wouldn't be anywhere near so petty if she did. Your family, friends, even your friends' friends have stood by you after that tagging and all through this campaign, even the younger kids who don't get a vote in this thing. However it goes down, as far as we're all concerned, you're already a queen."

Rising on the couch, Angel opened her arms and he pulled her in and Samantha closer to embrace.

"Come on." Keeping the blanket around Angel's shoulders, Adrienne directed her up. "Let's get you some green tea and back to bed. I won't have you dozing off tonight."

Samantha cradled Midnight as they proceeded out with Victor directly behind.

IIIIIII

When the van pulled up on the secluded property, Logan turned from overseeing the vegetable garden to approach. Climbing out of the driver's side, Melissa acknowledged him with a single bob of her head before going around to unlock the rear of the van. The contents within consisted of various medications and other health supplies.

Logan looked at the young woman with a raised eyebrow. "Do I want to know?"

Melissa glanced at him knowingly. "Do you really care?

"

"Not especially," the Veteran decided as they started unloading the boxes to carry inside.

"Kayla in the classroom?"

"Where else?" Logan maneuvered to get the door open for her. "I take it you don't want her clued in that you're still going on these raids."

Melissa attempted to refute that with, "Your wife has enough on her plate, okay? She doesn't need to add worrying about my well-being to it."

Logan snorted. "Darlin', you're a special kind of slow if you think you're not already among the top of that list." Her eye roll only amused him further.

After getting the materials stored away inside the medical suite designated by Hank and the network nurses, Melissa headed up to see what else would need restocking soon. On her way through the second floor, she had to pause and look twice at the one walking towards her. Blonde hair combed, iron gray pants, teal collared shirt, and polished shoes clothed the rest of the teenage form.

"Missy," Ray acknowledged her first. "How's it going?"

"Somehow," Melissa replied as she often did. "Whoa, dreamboat. You went from raft to luxury liner real quick."

"Thanks. Just hope it's not the Titanic," he quipped. "Where's Leon?"

"Making a marionette of some unfortunate professor," she said with an expression void of sympathy. Melissa noticed the books on different countries tucked under one of his arms. "This place has you wanting to hop the border already?"

"Oh, these are to get me quicker up-to-date with Padre Pal's classes," Ray explained, glancing at his reading assortment. "Mrs. Howlett has to get out of here early, so she's letting us have a study day. That's a break for me. Pal actually does Spanish, French, and Italian at the same time. Thought it sounded crazy at first, but I got to admit, how cool would it be to be quad-lingual?"

"Unimaginable. Literally because it's all I can do to conjugate Spanish verbs." Melissa formed a flat countenance. "Which is very sad considering I dwell among actual Spaniards."

Ray laughed and they moved on with their different tasks.

Picking up on a voice, Melissa stopped and peered into the library. Several of the under-thirteen children sat at the tables. All their attention stayed on the figure at the rollaway blackboard, wearing pleated jade skirt with crop-sleeved ivory turtleneck tucked into it.

Once she finished jotting down the terms, Maya pointed out the first on the vertical list. "This word?"

Multiple young voices chorused, "Photosynthesis."

"Exactly," Maya said of their pronunciation. "Who can tell me what it means?" At the hand that shot up like a rocketing bullet, Maya picked, "Walter?"

"The process by which plants make their own food, using sunlight, water, and carbon monoxide to create the simple sugar, glucose," the boy answered.

"Excellent," Maya praised. She started to speak again until her gaze landed on the one currently observing. "Walter, Carol, Tim, could you break everyone into groups of five to review the terms?" The selected children went about carrying out the request while Maya indicated for

Melissa to come in fully. "Hey, I didn't know you were stopping by today."

"You, either. Not that I'm surprised." Melissa joined her by the board. "You have a Get-Out-of-School-Free Card and you spend it… at school. That's one for the Nerd Hall of Fame, babe."

Maya eyed her sardonically. "It's just science and math tutoring. Besides, I'd rather help out Kay than sit at home agonizing over this evening."

"Visions of ripped stockings dancing through your head?"

Dimness about her features, Maya stated, "The all too likelihood of tonight being the disaster preview for my wedding."

Taking the melancholy words in, Melissa waved them off with, "You mean the likelihood that your Sasquatch fiancé will trample your feet during the slow dances. So," the older female pressed on, "did your mom sign on for your prep team tonight?"

"I promised her we'd stop by on the way. My mom just has this thing about people," Maya tried to explain. "She despises them."

Melissa only responded, "Wise woman."

Maya then wanted to know, "Are you still coming over?"

"Only because if I choose to do otherwise, Brenda mentioned something about a wooden club and a potato sack."

Maya's downcast countenance developed sheen.

IIIIIII

Before the Bostonian gentleman could so much as set the base of his scepter inside the entryway, he found himself bombarded by two small but zealous human cannonballs. Kneeling to make it easier for them as well as keep himself from toppling over in undignified fashion, Winston opened his arms to them.

"Pop!" Brian latched onto him.

"Grandpa Winner," Kiki chirped, swiping his hat to decorate her own head.

Chuckling alongside Emma, Charles informed, "You mean Grandpa Winston, little princess."

"Don't correct the lady, son." Winston wound an arm around Kiki's tiny waist. "Kindest compliment I've received from a woman in a long time."

"Brian," Emma reproached at what her son attempted to seize for himself.

Removing hands from the scepter, he stared up at her with wide blue eyes of guiltlessness.

Taking his cane again before casualties resulted, Winston said to his grandson, "Never miss an opportunity, do you, my boy?" At the baby reaching out for his eyes, Winston remained still for him and reminded, "You have two of your own. In the exact same color."

Smiling, Charles bent to hoist Brian up. "Come, naughty nipper." He positioned his son comfortably on top of his shoulders. "To your Aunt Cordy we go."

Brian squealed when his father charged for the steps with him like an antelope.

Watching the pair with delight, Emma waited for Winston to rise with Kiki in his grasp. She squeezed his wrist and accepted his peck to her blonde hair before they headed after her husband and son.

Parked in front of the flashing black and white picture, the trio of audience members sat along the sofa. Propped up on the arm, Chris took in the carefree teenagers absent-mindedly shoveling the chocolate-caramel treats into their mouths. Bringing the straw to his lips, he took a long swig of the fruit smoothie Cordelia blended for them at the conclusion of their sprint earlier.

At the assortment that entered the lounge next, Chris got to his feet to acknowledge, "Now, there's a sight for sore eyes." Strolling over, he took Kiki into his arms and feigned sudden recognition of his father. "And oh, look, she brought Daddy with her."

"Daddy's here," Cordelia cheered in infantile fashion.

Nate came behind her. "Host Father."

"There she is." Winston dipped slightly to hold the giddy girl to his chest. "My little gem." He extended a hand to stroke Nate's cheek and touch his shoulder. "I wagered Emma and Charles had seen to you having far too much fun for you to notice my arrival."

"Of course not," Nate countered without delay. "I'm glad you're here."

"So am I," seconded Cordelia. "Now, it'll be all of us for tonight."

"Which begs the question," Winston glanced at their surroundings, "where in the world is my first-born?"

Chris started to reply that she needed to reload on broomstick gasoline, but Emma's cutting glance of 'don't start' silenced him. He quickly redirected attention to Kiki, who adorned his head with Winston's hat.

"Dri had to go out this morning," Emma explained.

Charles nuzzled noses with Brian as he added, "I only hope she isn't setting up "unfortunate mishaps" for the Prom competition."

Winston said with airs of caution and impression, "Leave it to my Adrienne." He noticed the brown at the corners of the teenagers' mouths. "I see it only took you until noon to stuff yourselves with chocolate. Brownies for breakfast?"

Cordelia pointed out the plates left on the coffee table. "Hero cake. Raven made a lot."

"One of the boys win a ballgame?" Winston guessed.

"No, but they most definitely won." Chris gestured proudly at Nate. "Put a colossal clod and his chippy in their place."

Recollection jogged in Winston. "Ah, yes, Rigged lockers, correct?"

A surprised Nate reacted, "You know?"

"Yes, Adrienne mentioned it last night on the telephone," Winston told them. "It being her mission to ensure I didn't slow this day down." He said to Nate, "Seems you're deserving of some kudos. I want to hear all the details."

Though he formed a smile, Nate's eyes floated to Charles.

The Professor pointed out, "Father, that was a long drive for you and it's so seldom we get to be home during the day. Why don't you get settled so we can visit properly?"

"Best laid plans," Winston agreed.

"We better straighten up," Cordelia suggested, taking Nate's hand.

The boy went with her to collect their plates.

"Come on, Daddy." Taking his arm, Emma guided Winston out to his guest room.

II

When they finally reached the thirty-minute mark, the two sets of legs at last eased off from their intense pedaling. On side by side exercise bikes, the blonde and redhead steadied their breathing before gripping their waters bottles for much needed rehydration.

"Nice distance, Seanie," Alex commended, getting a good look at his bike's monitor. "But geez, I'm getting old." He stood from the machine. "I used to be able to lap circles around you before you even got out of the starting line."

Getting up, Sean whacked his arm with a towel. "And you were just as humble about it then, too. At least you're not a complete obnoxious wart anymore."

"You buttering me up, kid?" Taking Sean by the shoulders, Alex positioned him in front of the mirror. "This stuff's really growing." He dragged fingers through Sean's sweat dampened strands. "You want me to saw it off tonight or wait on the wedding?"

Sean requested, "Could you just trim it a little for tonight?" He studied his appearance closer. "I kind of like it this way."

"You got it. But we're going to have to scale back your sexiness. We can't have you usurping Ben's crown." Alex next reacted to the eruption of crying. "Coming, masters, coming."

Following Alex to the front of the Hovel, Sean picked Mira up out of the playpen while Alex took Todd. With some rocking and a soft Irish lullaby, Mira calmed quickly. Todd proved more disagreeable.

Holding the baby boy to his shoulder, Alex patted his back and soothed, "He'll be home. Promise."

"Daddy?" Sean guessed.

"Big brother," Alex responded. "He's going through Cody withdrawals. This is nothing, though. When he wants him, Logan, and Victor at once, it's brutal."

"I bet." Sean kept a lock on Mira, enjoying the warmth of her tiny form. "Alex?"

"Seanie." The blonde reached a hand into the playpen to get a teething ring for Todd.

"I know I've been dragging my feet on this, but I…" Sean paused for a few seconds. "I want you to be my best man."

Clearly flabbergasted, Alex initially stared at him. "Are you serious? You want—" He considered something. "Listen, Sean, I don't want you asking me because you're still ticked at Hank."

"This has nothing to do with him," Sean insisted. "Alex, you weren't just on my side about the engagement. You totally advocated for me. And let's face facts. I never would have even noticed Maya looking at me in the diner if you hadn't pointed her out."

Alex smiled at the recollection. "Yeah, you were a major bonehead with that kind of thing."

With a glib eye roll, Sean told him, "I haven't brought it up because I know this romance stuff isn't exactly your thing."

"Sean," Alex eyed him seriously, "being there for you is my thing and if you need me by your side for this wedding, consider me attached."

"Thanks," Sean grinned. "But you're not getting me to drag race as a bachelor party stunt."

Alex winced at the mere thought. "Never again. That was the whipping from…" He remembered the tiny babes present. "Hades."

"Tell me about it."

"At least you didn't catch it bare. Then thanks to me and my big mouth, Erik made me sit on it."

Sean smirked, "Seemed fair to me."

Balancing Todd with one arm, Alex delivered a soft punch to the center of Sean's forehead.

IIIIIII

Making his way through the gym to get to the office he sought, the boy rapped on the doorway to get the attention of the tall educator.

Hank looked away from organizing things on his wall shelf. "Collin, come on in."

The teenager stepped inside, closing the door as he did. "Signed, sealed," opening the folder he carried, he removed the stapled sheets from, "and possibly eighty-percent correct spelling."

"Even typed with excellent margins." Hank leafed through the essay. "This is almost double the length I assigned you."

Collin shrugged, settling into one of the chairs in front of the desk. "Had more to say about the exposure thing than breaking into the chem lab. Is that okay?"

"Yes, of course," Hank affirmed. "I'm glad you took this seriously. Meaning you understand the real reason I penalized you?"

Collin nodded. "If we'd gotten busted by anybody else, we'd have been nailed to the wall, especially for taking stuff out of the chem lab."

"Yes, even though in all honesty, I cannot blame you for seeking retribution and I suppose I should be grateful a brawl didn't take place. But there's another factor here as well, Collin. Something I believe your writing pieced together." Hank grew grimmer. "I know you used your powers to help pull this off. The lab was only a symptom of that. Though I'm aware Estevan has different rules about abilities, you must be careful on school grounds. Our enemies don't carry signs and we are greatly outnumbered. You've been through enough. I don't want anything more to befall you."

Sitting quietly as the words settled in his ears, Collin eventually responded, "I get that, Doc McCoy and I appreciate it. You only bust my chops when I have it coming, anyway. It's nothing next to how you handle the bully kids."

Hank stated, "Because I know your intentions have nobleness behind them. Still, I'm the elder mutant here and my position involves looking out for more than just my own X-Men. Are we on the same page here?"

"I think so," the boy replied. "And Doc, I'm sorry if we put you in a bad spot yesterday."

"Don't worry. I'm only relieved I know you kids well enough to figure it out before one of my colleagues did."

"Yeah, same here."

Gesturing with his head, Hank directed, "Go on and get ready for gym. I'll be along soon." He indicated the essay again. "We'll see how many extra credit points this earns you on the next test."

Collin grinned triumphantly and picked up his bag of exercise gear on his way.

IIIIIII

On one of the rare occasions the father and son found themselves alone in the manor, Estevan and Fabian started the day with a late breakfast. Afterwards, they took Jack on a walk, which quickly became a jog for all those involved. Once home again, they satisfied the enthusiastic little dog with a couple of biscuits. They resumed their own contentment by changing into trunks and lounging in the pool room's jacuzzi.

Folding arms behind his head, Estevan commented, "You would have been quite the lethal opponent if you'd gone after Prom King."

"I care nothing for vapid secondary school popularity contests," Fabian scoffed. "Besides, it will be more salt in the wound for those ostentatious insects if Angel and, especially, Ben claim victory."

"Such a fiercely loyal friend you are, mijo." Sitting up some, Estevan addressed his son in a more somber tone. "Above all else, be certain to behave yourself tonight. We don't want any accidents."

Raising his head, Fabian looked at him with troubled eyes. "Accidentes, Papi?"

"Unexpected surprises," Estevan amended.

"Si, Papi. No problemo."

"Bueno." At Fabian moving in closer, Estevan sent an arm around him. "Everything alright, mijito?"

"Si." Fabian left his head on the man's chest. "I am only happy to have you home."

With a smile, Estevan kneaded fingers in his boy's hair and kissed the top of his head.

IIIIIII

Though it took a while for Kiki to grow tired of showing Winston her expert pony trotting on Franny, Emma eventually coaxed her into a nap alongside Brian. When she finished putting them down, she joined her father, Charles, Chris, Cordelia, and Nate in the backyard, where they sat at the round outdoor table.

"I'm glad to see the children are giving those beasts sufficient exercise," Winston noted. "The barn is in fine shape as well."

"We've made it quite clear that they are to be responsible for those horses," Emma informed.

"Samantha and Joey really pitch in." Charles formed an amused smile. "Though Erik does give them a hand now and again. His family had horses when he was a small lad in Poland. Just looking at his face, I can tell the fond memories they ignite in him."

Nate appeared thoughtful. "It's hard to picture Erik as a small lad."

"It's hard to picture him ever being a lad at all," Cordelia tacked on.

"Like Father here, eh?" Chris indicated the man with his thumb.

"I was quite young once," Winston said matter-of-factly. "At least until the doctor stepped out to tell me, "you have a beautiful little girl"."

"Waiting until my back is turned to pin those gray hairs on me, Daddy?" In her scarlet blouse and ankle-length black skirt, Adrienne maneuvered across the yard.

"Dri," Nate acknowledged brightly.

Winston stood to greet his eldest with a kiss to both sides of her face. "You account for but a handful, darling. The bulk of my grays were gifted by these two." He used a pair of fingers to indicate the blondes.

Chris and Emma only looked on cheekily.

Gazing over at Cordelia and Nate, Charles said impishly, "Seems we have some catching up to do."

The dark-haired teenagers smiled adorably.

When he and Adrienne took their seats, Winston put forth, "Jonathan, I spoke with your mother the other day." This captured the boy's attention. "I told her how high your marks have been, how well your internship is going," Chris nodded his agreement, "and simply that the entire family has enjoyed having you."

"Here here," Charles seconded, causing a shining effect in Nate's eyes.

"While we, of course, want to make arrangements for you to visit England," Winston went on, "she and I agree that it would be better for your progress and overall stability if you remain with me." At Chris' nudge, he reworded, "Us. Would you like that, Jonathan?"

With twin joyful outcries, Nate and Cordelia threw their arms into the air before flinging them around each other.

Nate then jumped and raced around to embrace Winston. "Ohh, thank you, Host Father."

Winston patted him on the back. "Yes, well, we don't need your troubles from earlier in the semester reoccurring this fall. Your mother wants you to call her sometime this weekend. Don't forget."

"I won't," Nate assured, extending his fist to bump with Chris'.

"Charles?" Winston addressed his son-in-law next. "Would you mind digging out that camera you seem to have sewn to your hand for every occasion worth mentioning? I'd appreciate a decent shot of the six of you."

His features gleaming, Charles rushed to his feet. "Straightaway, Father." He aimed a stern finger at the rest of them. "Do not follow me." He re-entered the house with a firmly fixed expression.

At the puzzled looks from her visiting family members, Emma explained, "He wants no one finding his special hiding place and arranging a 'mishap' for his camera. The amount of film and flashbulbs he purchased for this evening alone…"

Cordelia released a weary whimper as her head sunk into her hands. Nate placed his chin on her shoulder, Chris and Emma offered comforting touches to her arms, and Adrienne jabbed her back with two manicured fingers to correct her posture.

IIIIIII

On opposite sides of the coffee table, Rachel and Megan played Scrabble. Observing them every so often, Sylvia added another coat of polish to Ben's already glistening dance shoes. With no Temple service for the evening, Chad sat by his wife on the couch and worked on some notes for his upcoming adult group sessions. On blue fuzzy slippers, Ben entered the living room with Josh at his side.

At the sight of his oldest boy in a bathrobe, Chad remarked, "Prom sure has gone casual since my day."

"Problem," Ben stated flatly.

"What is it, honey?" Sylvia asked with grave concern. "Is it your suit? If there's even the slightest thing out of place, I can have alterations done in a flash."

"There is one problem with my tux," Ben admitted. "I'm the one who's going to be in it."

Exchanging a grin with Chad, Sylvia said, "Darling, that is the best part. Especially in Angel's eyes."

"That's what I've been trying to tell him," Josh piped up.

"This is insane," Ben vexed. "The stars lined up in some freaky way and I'm taking the prettiest girl in school to Prom. And she's taking…"

"The most coveted, eligible boychick in all fifty states," Chad interjected without modesty. "Until Joshy here makes the high school scene that is."

Josh smiled bashfully.

"Ben, you know there's no one in this world Angel wants to be with tonight more than you," Sylvia emphasized. "Between that head of hair and those eyes alone, you can give any boy in that school a run for his money."

Ben pouted slightly. "You're my mother."

"Thanks for the reminder," Sylvia smiled, making his features lighten a little.

Megan looked up and said, "You're going to look just like a prince and win king."

"And they all better vote for you." Rachel smacked her fist against her palm.

"Rach," Sylvia resisted a laugh at her bruiser of a youngest.

"Rach, baby, please." Chad then brought up, "We plot other people's demise as a unit in this family." He then returned his gaze to Ben. "Alright, hot stuff, go start getting ready. I'll be up in a minute."

"Sir, yes, sir," Ben complied.

On their way upstairs, Josh threw out, "You're lucky. I wish I looked more like you and Dad. Instead of pudgy and stuck with these dumb glasses."

"Hey." Ben promptly stopped and dipped his head to establish full eye contact with his brother. "You cut that out. Your glasses make you look smart and handsome, which you are, by the way. And why would you want to be scrawny like me? You're only fourteen, but soon enough, that pudge will be muscle."

"Really… are you sure?"

"Of course. That's what happens when little guys become big guys. I swear, I'm going to come home one weekend to see you've become a total linebacker."

Josh's growing smile faded a little. "You swear we'll still have our bro nights when you're at school?"

"We have to," Ben replied importantly. "Getting to see you at the end of the week is the only way I'm going to get through the beginning and middle."

Josh started to say something until laughter resulted from being hoisted suddenly. "Hey!"

"You're not that pudgy if I can still do this." Ben placed him down again with a tickle to his stomach.

An all-out merry mess now, Josh darted to get away with Ben in continuous pursuit of him.

IIIIIII

Dried off from her invigorating shower, Maya sat in her underclothes and green robe on the edge of the Howletts' bed. When Kayla finished toweling off her head, Maya's flowing locks carried a fluffy, satin feel to them. While Kayla used the wide tooth comb to go through it, Brenda took to polishing Maya's fingernails and Melissa knelt on a cushion to handle the toes.

At the pedicure technique, Maya noted, "You're a real pro at this."

"Once upon a time I was." Melissa started on her left foot. "Guess some things really are like riding a bike."

Entering with Maya's heels clean and accounted for, Raven looked over the jewelry selection left out on Kayla's vanity. She found no surprise over the sight of Maya's wedding and promise rings, her grandmother's pearl earrings, silver bracelets with oval sapphire emblems given by Emma last Christmas, but one article did stand out to the shapeshifter.

Raven raised the necklace of four tiny hands grasping each other at the wrist. "Is this the one you're wearing?"

Looking to see what she meant, Maya replied, "Of course. Like I'd survive the night without it."

Beaming, Raven put the necklace back down to see about a stirring Mira.

After finding that her daughter only wanted to be rocked, Kayla played in Maya's hair and said, "Alright, baby, what's the final determination? Straight or waves?"

Sharing a glance, Brenda and Maya chorused, "Waves."

Melissa shook her head at the pair while attempting to keep her pleased countenance unnoticeable.

II

An abundance of crimson and gray filled the Xavier living room. Hank, Chris, and Nate all wore Harvard sweatshirts, WU for Alex and Leon, "WU Dad" for Erik, and Winston had on one for the Red Sox. The brothers Howlett-Creed both wore camouflage t-shirts; regular green on Logan and brown for Victor. Cody presently swam in his father's "Army Strong" shirt and had even fixed another for Todd to wear, tying it at the base in such a way that his brother could still move his legs. Frank and Scott horsed around in t-shirts with Jaguar insignia. Charles, Joey, and Brian sported dark blue shirts that read "Magic Within" from The Sword in the Stone.

Though Nate had witnessed his host father in such casual attire on a particularly uneventful weekend or two, the real baffling sight came from Winston's right hand. He downed a chilled bottle of beer right along with Logan and Erik instead of his standard evening cocktail of gin or scotch. It also surprised Nate to see a sporting event taking place on the telly with so few of them enjoying an alcoholic beverage. Hank and Victor drank frosty ginger ales, Sean and Alex colas, Leon coffee, with Chris and Charles sipping glasses of Cordelia's leftover smoothie mix.

A simultaneous outcry of, "Come on!" resonated throughout the males invested in the baseball game.

"Disgraceful," Winston groaned of his home team. "I once had a playmate with polio who could dash between bases faster than these abject amateurs."

Hank nearly smashed the handle of his glass mug. "Crush the Cardinals! What is difficult about that concept?"

"Yeah!" Trav supported, nestled in his father's lap with a juice box.

"Cardinals stink!" Scott leaned against Erik from behind. "Let's go, Red Sox!"

Erik squeezed the boy's wrist. "If only they had you as a draft option."

Scott looked at him. "You'd let me go?"

"We would discuss it." Erik picked up Brian when the baby reached for him. "If we can negotiate season tickets."

Charles tacked on, "And even in the Major Leagues, we'll still expect you in bed by ten."

"Aww," Scott mock sulked.

Focused on Sean's hair, Alex said, "I'm still not over the girls seizing the whole upper level. Surprised they didn't banish us to the garage or something."

Wearing a white cover-up that caught the bits of red hair Alex snipped, Sean leafed through a Green Hornet comic book. "They don't want us catching so much as a glimpse before time. Those three have been really goofy this week."

Watching his two sons play at his feet, Logan released a chuckle. "Just think, Red. This ain't nothin' but dress rehearsal for the wedding."

"At least for that, we can wait until we get to the Temple for the nice threads," Alex pointed out. "Just roll out of bed, good and cruddy."

While Nate voiced Captain Circuit for Brian, Erik glanced the way of the young barber to quip, "I look forward to your eloquent best man speech."

Alex sent him a knowing gaze. "You're looking forward to sitting back and not having to do it for once."

Erik gave off a shark grin as brought his beer to his lips for another swig. Eyes shining, Brian patted the base of the bottle.

With a shake of his head, Erik said, "None for you, Lab Mouse."

Logan claimed, "Won't do squat but make him go to bed easier."

"When it comes to your children perhaps." Charles peered over at Brian poking Erik's face to wipe off the man's semi-firm expression. "Give a sip to that little lad of mine and we'll likely find him swinging from the light fixtures by evening's end."

At the nibbling and resulting slobber on his ankle, Cody uttered, "Uck, Toad face." Taking back his leg with gentle force, he crawled to clamp lips down on the top of Todd's ears.

Victor cautioned, "Watch your choppers, Mighty Mite."

Cody nodded his understanding to his uncle.

"Come on, Pup, that's the best you got?" Logan banged on the arm of his chair with the bottom of his glass bottle. "Show that Cat what you're made of."

Todd's attempt at scratching Cody's arm made the older Howlett boy snort. "Yeah, real razor-sharp claws, little brother. Now we know who to call if we're ever under attack by chicken pox." Getting into Todd's face, he released a mild growl.

Opening his own mouth, Todd released hot breath into his nostrils. The sour face Cody made caused some chuckling from the older males. Charles could only smile, finding Cody the picture of a kitten at the way he flapped his hand against his nose.

II

After retrieving the additional makeup brushes Raven requested, Laci brought them into Kayla's suite. While Maya's eyeshadow selection continued onward, the shapeshifter began application with the least debatable part, powder. Kayla kept fixed concentration on making waves of the hair. Between Maya, Brenda, and even Melissa throwing in an opinion, they finalized the shades for the rest of Maya's face. Once she finished helping, Laci excused herself to go see about the other senior girls.

Production and something resembling progress took place in the master bedroom. They kept the box fans going to prevent the bustling girls from drowning in sweat. Samantha used a miniature blower to help dry Angel's nails sooner. Staring into the mirror, the somewhat rigid nominee experienced comfort in Kiki brushing her hair. Laci slipped into the room with Emma and Becky, who returned with more bottles of ice water for everyone. Though feeling a bit like packaged lunchmeat, Cordelia greatly appreciated only having to wear an enforced girdle to properly define her ample curves. She found bodysuits too troublesome when going to the ladies' room and if the blue-eyed girl had her way, corsets would only be used to fuel worldwide bonfires.

"In a strapless gown, you need something that compliments you face," Adrienne searched through her youngest sister's handcrafted and painted jewelry box from Logan, "but distracts attention from certain other upper assets."

Standing near Emma's chest of drawers in her sunflower bathrobe, Cordelia scoffed at that notion. "The only way that will happen is if you're prepared to bind them. Ten or twenty yards of duct tape should do it."

"I am taking you lingerie shopping." Adrienne paused to take in Cordelia's shape again. "I'll wager you've gone up at least a cup size and three inches."

"Dri…" Cordelia's features showed signs of heavy uncertainty. "Are you sure about the dress? Maybe I should have gone with—"

"Cordy, listen to you." Adrienne grasped her by the wrists and looked directly into her face. "Forget the jitters. You've gone stark raving mad if you think I would allow my baby sister out on the most important dance of her life in anything but the best. I know the brassiere struggle all too well. That dress is packed with plentiful support, I assure you."

"… Kay," Cordelia breathed. "It is aggravating, you know? Go to bed a C, wake up a D."

Emma put forth, "I'll take a cup if you're offering."

Adrienne pointed out, "You're not nearly the frontal flapjack you used to be, Em."

Emma gave her a side look. "And that's compliments of Brian."

"Sam, dear," Adrienne addressed her daughter next, making her look up, "you'd best come shopping with us. Something tells me your measurements are going to go up over the summer."

Surprised then intrigued, Samantha peered down at her chest in satisfaction.

Laci pondered fancifully, "I wonder if I'll ever get any."

Angel immediately advised, "Don't rush 'em, baby."

"Yes, enjoy life without underwire for as long as you can," Adrienne seconded.

At Becky's uncomfortable face, Emma inquired, "Are you alright, Princess?"

"I keep feeling like boys are staring," the curly haired girl disclosed, going to sit on the bed. "It bugs me and I hardly have anything to look at. It was really annoying when Papa took us to the beach cottage."

"Oh, sweetheart." Emma lowered beside her. "As incorrigible as middle school boys can be, they can't help noticing you. You're growing into such a beautiful young lady."

"Auntie Em, I don't mind getting noticed," Becky tried to explain pointedly. "Just not by those boys."

"Yes, I know what you mean," Emma replied with full sincerity.

A knock to the center of the French doors came through next. "Ladies?"

"Just like the men in this family," Angel remarked upon recognizing the voice. "As soon as we so much as mention boys, they're ready to pounce."

Kiki giggled.

"May we help you, Father?" Adrienne responded in a tone that indicated fleeting patience for interruptions.

Winston came back with, "May I borrow my last-born for a fraction of a second?"

"And counting," Adrienne came back with.

Shaking her head humorously, Cordelia stepped out into the hall. "You wish to see me just once more before my debut?"

"Before I forget these again." Winston raised the long shimmering gift box. At her questioning look, he nudged, "Go on. Open it."

Removing the lid, Cordelia let off a silent gasp. "Daddy…" She touched one set of fingers to the cream-colored elbow-length gloves with glittery accents. "Mommy's?"

"The Scholar's Dinner," Winston recollected, giving her the box to take. "Our first dance together. She must have told you about it a hundred times."

Cordelia nodded, giving him a small smile. "She used to tell us Clark Gable in the flesh couldn't compare to you on the floor."

"Hazel," he spoke the name as if enchantment derived from it. "As cutting as her words could be, she could also create poetry with them. I hope Fabian warrants such praise from you tonight."

"He doesn't hold a candle to my daddy," hugging the box to her front, Cordelia gave off a shrug, "but I think I'll keep him around."

"And I think I'd best gussy up myself." Winston gripped her chin in a fond squeeze. "I'll see you downstairs, little gem."

Countenance as glistening as the box she carried, Cordelia hastened back into the room to divulge its contents.

IIIIIII

To the amazement of all involved, the majority of the current mansion dwellers managed to unite in the foyer without the valid concern of oxygen deprivation. With side by side tripods setup to directly face the staircase, Charles and Laci nudged at each other with miniscule subtlety for the best lighting position. Most of the adult spectators clustered to the right. It surprised no one when Raven stood to the left amongst the youths. She started talking to Melissa, who made every effort to avoid direct eye contact with Leon. With his arms around Becky from behind, Leon kept his own gaze fixated across the way.

From her spot close to Samantha, Scott, and Frank, Brenda giggled, "Do they have any idea how dorky they look with that "shy eyes" routine?"

Nearest to her, Nate speculated, "Are they in the middle of a quarrel?"

"Please," Brenda dismissed. "It's nothing like that. They always pull this "too cool to be a couple" act in public. Glad I'm not stuck on anybody. People are so loopy when they're dating."

"Tell me about it," concurred Nate.

With their babies safely in their cribs, Kayla and Emma made their way down.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Hank strolled to the open center floor space, "your attention, please."

Moving alongside him, Alex continued with, "Feast your eyes on the literary rock star of the First Five…"

Both gesturing grandly, they chorused, "Sean "Banshee" Cassidy."

Game show-esque cue given, the redhead made his departure from the parlor. Charles felt bounding in his chest and his face ignited with jubilance. Sharing a short look with the straighter faced Erik, the Professor still sensed an equal sentiment from his brother. Stopping beneath the chandelier, Sean stayed still for photo snaps and for the full view of the gathered. With gleaming Dockers on his feet, he stood in sleek black pants, a white shirt with stiff collar, a one-button royal blue dinner jacket with black silk tie and lapels. His trimmed red strands framed his face and touched his shoulders. Propping his circular lensed shades on his head, Sean eyed them all expectantly.

Becky went straight to him. "Oh, Seanie."

Forming a big smile, he knelt to properly embrace her then had to ready himself for Raven. He bobbed his head for Emma to kiss his cheek. Erik approached and exchanged a hearty handshake with him, thumping Sean on his shoulder. When Charles stepped forward to seize the tall teenager in a tight hug, Laci swiftly pressed her shutter button.

Maneuvering down the stairs rapidly, Adrienne glanced all about. "Yes, yes, lights… cameras loaded?"

"With extra film rolls, Miss Frost," Laci reported.

"Good, wonderful." Upon noticing Sean, Adrienne made a fast path for him. "Yes, I knew it." She smoothed out his lapels. "Don't these colors just adore your hair and eyes- well, our hair and eyes?"

The blue eyes in question lit at that. "You'd be the expert."

"They do look related," Frank noticed.

"Is that the policy in this house?" Leon asserted. "If not biological, guaranteed identical."

Joey grinned at the wink Alex sent him.

"Hey," Cody darted for the living room, "you hear that?"

Following behind, Joey and Laci stared out of the middle window with him.

Cody whistled his impression and Joey uttered, "That is stupid cool."

"It's beautiful!" Laci exclaimed of the stretch vehicle.

Many of the others gathered to see the glinting gold limousine.

Chris shook his head. "And I thought Dri's Prom was a procession."

"Leave it to Fabian Cortez," remarked Alex.

Becky said matter-of-factly, "I think it's gorgeous."

"Yeah, so do I." Raven pinched Charles' arm. "Why didn't you get me a gold limo for my wedding?"

Rubbing at the spot, Charles reminded, "You never so much as mentioned one."

His sister crossed her arms. "So?"

Nate said positively, "Fab is the sultan of style."

Brenda admitted, "It is cool living with guys who walk around dressed in Brooks Bros. as opposed to boxers."

"We all decided on it," Sean told them. "It took us a while because Maya likes blue and Angel pink. We didn't want the limo to be all about Cordy, but the girls liked the gold. Besides, we stand out more this way."

Erik mentioned, "And its best you ride in the color that most signifies your value," getting am appreciative glance from Sean.

"Here come the boys," announced Kayla.

"Hurry, everyone," Emma herded with Adrienne's assistance.

Sean dashed into the kitchen and back for the small clear package containing the flower.

"Alright, let's see, last checks. Fathers in your places, please." Adrienne looked Logan's sky blue leisure suit with ivory shirt up and down. "Nice to know there's someone reasonably presentable under that scruff."

"Don't get too close," Logan advised wryly. "Ain't been dipped this month."

Adrienne waved him off to go to her own father. "Dapper as ever, Daddy."

Wearing black slacks and a sport coat with a light almond shirt, Winston stated, "For whatever rhyme or reason, I've lived to see all of my girls off to Prom. I won't shame a photograph now."

Samantha directed her beaming expression at him.

Becky put forth, "I love Knight Victor's outfit."

Victor currently stood in mahogany pants, a magenta dress shirt with popped collar, and a dangling lion's head medallion. A long piece of brown thread kept his golden locks in a neat ponytail.

Adrienne looked over the cuffs of his sleeves then paused to ask herself, "Have I forgotten anything?"

"Yep," Victor answered for her. "You missed the crucial part."

"What co—" The moment she raised her head again, his lips muted her.

A wave of glee spread amongst most of the young ones. Without even casting vision the girl's way, Kayla detected Melissa's eye roll.

Sensing the boys' proximity, Charles addressed his household. "Remember, loves, Ben Braunstein is not aware of us, so there is to be no talk of mutation until they've gone." At the sea of nods, Charles next cued, "Brother."

With a devious grin, Erik suggested, "Though a few mutated marvels aren't completely out of the question." He then wielded his magnetism to unlock and divide the front doors.

Emma sent a telepathic message to the upstairs girls to prepare themselves.

Leading the entry, Fabian seemed to channel his own vivacity throughout his entire form. Festooned in deep marigold pants, a buttoned vest, and an open ankle-length jacket. He wore a bronze shirt under his vest with a pin of the Spanish flag clipped to his brown tie. A marigold, dark-rimmed panama hat topped him off.

At his side, Anne very nearly passed for an extension of his ensemble. She had on a honey colored dress with black waist sash, tights, and soft ballerina slippers. Yellow ribbons restrained her loose pigtails. Anne maintained a secure hold on the corsage box.

"Oh, my God, Fabi!" Brenda had to resist a mutated run to reach him without smashing Xavier family valuables in her wake. "Muy guapo, hombre."

Fabian tipped his hat to her. "Gracias, preciosa."

Making her way to them, Melissa commented with a favorable, "Nice job, kid."

Fabian tapped her wrist fondly when she squeezed his shoulder.

"Hello." A jovial Nate strolled over to the silent girl, her expression becoming affable by his. "You must be Fab's sister."

Experiencing the desire to kick himself, Fabian corrected his lack of etiquette with, "I apologize. Hermanita, this is Nate Ohnn, Cordelia's host brother. Nate, this is Anne Marie, mi amor."

"Then I've no hope of stealing you," Nate pretended to deflate. "Should have known with the way Fab goes on about you."

Anne's smile widened.

Going to link arms with her, Becky along with Nate brought her over to meet the other faces new to her.

"Ben, you can't get lost until you're actually in the house," Sean called to his absurdly hesitant friend. "Come on already, man."

"Before I do," Ben's voice sounded, "I respectfully request that you reserve all mockery until we're back in the car."

Raven quipped, "No deal!"

Sending her a certain look, Charles coaxed, "Please, oh future king. Your people wish an audience with you."

"… Alright, coming in."

Walking towards her, Charles placed a mock-firm grip on Raven's forearms and spoke covertly. "You behave before I spank you, Baby Blue. And no, I haven't forgotten how."

Raven responded by poking at the fluffiest section of his stomach.

In what he hoped passed for a nonchalant stride, Ben at last entered completely, both hands clutching the flower container. Smiles and impressions instantly filled the onlookers around him. In a suit of near entirely jet black, the satin vest and tie in watermelon popped within their eyes. A flowing black satin cape clipped to his shoulders by one cross and one star pin took the place of a jacket. While the younger girls squealed, Sean started the males off in a "woot, woot, woot" chant as he moved to share a quick hug with his friend.

Ben now completely at ease, Charles and Laci snapped more shots as soon as the three well-dressed boys came in proximity of each other. Though aware of the flashes, both Sean and Ben tried to remain natural for their photographers. Fabian reacted to the cameras far more innately.

Zeroing in through his lens, Charles got the room's attention with, "I do believe I see our first princess on route."

Humming as she bounced down the steps, Kiki landed on the last one and waved at them all.

Quickly sweeping her up, Hank declared, "This princess is all mine until further notice," and returned to standing with his wife and son.

Going to her own father, Becky latched onto his middle. Warmth filling his system, Erik clutched her while stroking her curls.

"Right then…" Double checking the equipment, Charles turned to his partner in paparazzi. "Ready, my little novice?"

"Ready, ace," Laci confirmed eagerly.

Cody gripped Kayla's hand and they glanced at each other merrily as Logan approached the base step. Sean stood a reasonable distance away, his features brightening with anticipation. Seeing the emotion already evident on Raven's face, Hank slipped an arm around her. Brenda near literally soared to the ceiling with jubilation. Leon and Melissa dared settle eyes on each other. On feathery footsteps, she descended first. On the third to last step, she stilled, no trace of her infamous meekness to be found. In a blue shade as soft as her features, the layered A-line skirt stopped just above her dainty, short-heel covered feet. The top portion of the dress, sleeveless lace in a lighter blue, hung slightly off-the-shoulders. Rings, bracelets, and friendship necklace in place, two braids kept her long wavy hair out of her face and made her pearl earrings visible.

As soon as they could stop staring, Charles and Laci resumed picture duty.

Despite the number of eyes on her, Maya's gaze stayed on the man directly before her. Her smile reanimated him and Logan extended his hand to take her delicate one. Holding on, Maya continued down the rest of the way. Charles and Laci captured their images as soon as they clamped on.

"Maya blue," Logan spoke. "I tell you, darlin', the Man Upstairs made this color with you in mind. Almost like how He made you with me in mind."

Her brown eyes shined. "How do you make me feel safe and strong at the same time?"

"You're the brain here, remember? You tell me." With a smirk, he guided her to the male in blue, who promptly bowed. Logan joined the young couple's hands. "I can't count all the places I've been in this world. Believe me, not a better man out there, Red."

A lump forming in his throat, Sean mouthed, "Thank you."

The three stayed still for the new pictures.

Taking position next, Winston along with the others watched as sunshine in motion started down. Feet together and face even, Fabian straightened his tie. Anne held in an anxious breath. Adrienne, Chris, Charles, Emma, and Nate swapped gazes among themselves. Joey pumped his fists so as not to bounce in place. She reached the designated point on white strap-on flats with clear jewel embellishments. The almost floor-length butterscotch skirt shimmered and the gold beaded bodice with sweetheart neckline sparkled. Her jewelry consisted of medium gold hoops and one of her inherited necklaces, a heart-shaped diamond emblem. The exhaustive time spent having her hair fussed over proved fruitful with her braided spiral bun. Winston took her by both gloved hands and she stepped down fully.

"When you've worked as long as I have, the days often bleed together, only differentiated by levels of chaos. The awaited quieter moments I receive in my office are when I see the photographs on my desk as more than decorative knickknacks. I'm often left to wonder how I wound up with three individual works of art as daughters. It is then I remember who first wore these gloves." Winston gave a gentle tug to Cordelia's wrists. "And stopped my heart… or possibly started it."

Briefly rising on her toes, Cordelia pressed a kiss to the side of his face against his dark stubble.

Darting his gaze in Emma's direction, Charles witnessed the same eye contact from Joey aimed at the novice with rapid shutter finger.

Once presented with the sunbeam possessing irises bluer than the sky, Fabian removed his hat. Anne almost dropped the corsage at the shock of his one-knee, complete with deep chin bow. Her astonishment lingered even as her brother returned to full height again.

Fabian acknowledged, "Mr. Frost."

"Do nothing tonight that will result in you facing a minister," Winston united their hands, "or St. Peter."

Logan snorted and Victor struggled to keep his own composure.

Fabian only replied, "Yes, sir," as he met Cordelia's eyes, "thank you."

After clearing his throat, Victor moved to the stairs. The pounding in Ben's chest became so loud he himself turned deaf to it. Samantha clasped her hands with a growing grin. Kiki tugged on Hank's shirt collar while Raven almost yanked his arm out of the socket with her own enthusiasm. Trav continuously held onto his mother for the entire thing, mostly to keep her upright. Despite the rigid posture she tried to maintain, Chris still wound a supportive arm around Adrienne. She turned to him for a fraction of a second before situating vision firmly on the stairs again.

The third and final awaited X-Girl did not leave them to agonize long. On stilettos, she maneuvered as if walking on air. Her appearance on the correct step seemed to usher in a celestial breeze for her captivated audience. The satin gown in strawberry pink ended shortly above her feet, letting the sparkling toenail polish shine. With deep V-neckline, the shirred waist came with a rhinestone broch at its center. The cascading sash that tied off the halter style also helped cover her dormant wings, which passed for back tattoos to outsiders. Tiny curls made up her ponytail, swept entirely to the side and pouring down the front of her left shoulder. Her sister bracelet on her right wrist acted as her only jewelry.

His massive hand practically engulfing her tinier appendage, Victor stated, "It's not fair."

Angel eyed him in confusion. "What?"

"You started off in a new town, new school- senior year at that. Now," Victor formed a self-satisfied smirk, "these empty-headed townies don't stand a chance against ya."

Angel's residual nerves faded to the wayside of her enlarging contentment.

Bringing her to Ben, Victor left a hand on each of their backs. "Whatever happens, I want you to remember this. You two haven't earned this night." He took their wrists to lace their fingers. "You own it."

The elated pair regarded the man with utmost gratitude. Ben kept a tight lock on Angel as he bowed as low as he could.

Adrienne pressed onto, "Now, for the corsages."

Anne carried Fabian's over to him and he bobbed to kiss her head. She returned to stand with the other youngsters.

The attendees lined up facing each other in individual rows of girl-boy.

Sean began by pinning his white bud to the top of Maya's dress, careful not to prick her. "I chose the lily for its purity. For whatever's been thrown our way, we've had the strength and integrity to maintain it."

Maya responded, "At only sixteen, you showed me a level of love and devotion full grown men should hope to aspire to. You trusted me enough to bring me into your world, giving me true purpose. I cannot wait for the next stage as your wife."

"It took a while for this to arrive because of the difficulty to locate the yellow one." Fabian's flower blended nicely against Cordelia's bodice. "Native to Spain, the Valencia rose is often given during courtship to symbolize not only love but loyalty. Despite the doubts that have plagued me for years about women, our relationship has an abundance of both. We may not have met under ideal circumstances, but something called me to you and I'm so glad I answered."

"Even when I wanted to deny it, my heart cried out for you," Cordelia told him. "No matter what anyone has had to say, I wouldn't take back a moment we've shared. I only look forward to all we have yet to see and do together."

Far more at ease now, Ben glided Angel's corsage onto her left wrist. "The pink carnation is said to mean looking back and remembrance. You and I have seen awful things, but it's important that we never completely forget. Remembering our pasts has made us cherish the present and strive for a better future. Most kids don't know the first thing about gratitude; savoring what they have. You and me? We know better. Being with you has meant so much to me, Angel, that no matter what, I never want to lose you as one of my best friends."

With glistening eyes, Angel uttered, "You make me crazy, Ben. Guys like you aren't supposed to exist, especially not for me. You never needed a crown, baby. I always saw a king in you."

Lastly, the assortment lowered their heads for Erik's Hebrew prayer. He translated the emphasis on prosperity and safety for their attendees.

Countless snapshots in multiple poses later, the three couples could at last make their leave. The boys cloaked the girls with their shawls, which matched their dresses. The instructors and other adults followed them out front, remaining in place as the youths proceeded to the limo. Inside, the other children pressed against the windows, watching the golden car's departure.

IIIIIII

On route for the library with the rest of the pajama clad bunch, Cody put forth, "If we were dealin' with any other grownup, this thing would mean a world of trouble."

Next to him, Joey said honestly, "I don't even know how to be in trouble with Uncle Chris."

Right behind him, the summoned girls walked in a row of three with Laci in the middle.

"Angel's dress," Becky swooned.

"I love the corsage Fabian picked," Laci lauded. "I can't wait for the pictures to develop."

Carrying a sun-shaped compact mirror, Anne stared at herself. "I really need to do something different with my hair." She turned to the other two. "Let's do some makeup stuff tonight."

"Okay," Becky and Laci agreed cheerfully.

"Girls," mouthed Cody, making Joey laugh softly.

Anne asked Becky, "So, is Chris your uncle, too?"

"Sure, whatever," Becky shrugged, wondering how she would look in lime green eyeshadow.

Chris turned away from the works of Kurt Vonnegut at the quintet of children reaching the reading room. They sat at a square table with Joey and Laci sharing one side by inching their chairs close together.

"League of Extraordinary Little People," Chris addressed them, walking their way. "I've called you here because- well, quite frankly because Fabian and Cordelia have trouble with the concept of top-secrecy." His eyes floated over to Joey. "Must be contagious."

"Come on, Uncle Chris. I had to tell Cody and Laci," Joey insisted. He then hissed, "Ow," at the abrupt but quick mental blow he received, "Becky! What was that for?"

She said matter-of-factly, "Because I had to find out about this from Anne."

"Hey, don't be ticked with him," Cody defended. "You always have to keep secrets. He didn't want to throw another one at you."

"However many she has, this is the one that counts," Chris stated vehemently. "What my team does for mutants is too important and too dangerous. I don't want the same people I'm out to protect harmed in any way. You cannot breathe a word of this and, I hate to say it, but especially not to your parents."

"I already promised my brother I wouldn't," Anne said importantly. "I only mentioned it to Becky because I figured Joey told her already."

Laci informed, "I don't tell my parents anything about Joey or the rest of you. I'd rather choke."

Anne peered in her direction.

"Don't worry about us, Uncle Chris," assured Cody. "Besides, real deal knights? Too cool to blab."

"Why would you help us?" Anne seized the attention of the room, her eyes locked on the adult present. "You're not even one of us. I bet you just want to keep anybody from knowing about your sisters. You're probably ashamed of them."

"Anne," reacted a disbelieving Becky.

"Oh yeah, sure," Cody rolled his eyes. "The guy flies around in armor risking his neck for mutants out of shame. Bet that's why he spends Christmas with us and showed Joey off at his job. Shaaaame."

"Cody," Chris calmed the militant boy before speaking to the accusatory girl. "Listen to me." He came closer to crouch at the table. "I know what your father believes and I'll never agree with him, but I understand his reasons. You can't pick up a paper or watch the news without seeing how scary it is out there. You're right to question and be cautious about who you trust, but you do trust your brother, don't you?" Anne nodded. "Fabian's a valuable part of our team. Doesn't that tell you something?"

"… Yeah," Anne whispered. "Sorry."

Chris bobbed his head. "Alright, go, have fun, be sticky. Just remember what I told you."

They all responded their understanding.

"Be right there," Joey said as the rest started out of the library. He glanced up at the taller blonde. "Are you mad at me, Uncle Chris?"

"Oh, Sprite, no." Chris placed a fond grip on his shoulder. "I didn't mean to sound so stern with you. I only wanted to get across the importance here." He next used his hand to ruffle the child's hair. "But I should know I really can count on you, yes?"

"Mmhmm. See you later, Uncle Chris." Joey rushed along to catch up with the others in the hall.

IIIIIII

Combinations of shimmering silver and gold streamers and other glittery components made up the Imperial Hall's wide ballroom. The selected theme of "Reach for the Stars" displayed on two enormous banners hung on opposite walls. The circular tables went with the color scheme in the napkins, plates, and tablecloths. The X-Men and the rest of their group went with their own theme and sat a gold clothed one together. After each couple posed for a photograph with the moon and stars background setup right outside the entrance.

"Are they serious?" Sean removed his large glass from the festive bag. "They don't want us drinking yet they give us beer mugs as gifts?"

"Look at ours," said Angel, holding up the wine glass given to female attendees. "Too scandalous."

Ben wondered, "At what point during adulthood does the brain revert to cabbage?"

Cordelia pouted, "Your mugs are cooler."

"Would you like mine?" Fabian offered indifferently.

"No," Cordelia sighed lightly. "It's not the same."

"Keep your mug, man," Sean encouraged. "We'll be using them at the end of the night, anyway."

"Sean," Maya's hand went over his wrist, "please don't act overly eager like this at the wedding. You know what just the thought of drunkenness does to my mom."

"I know." Sean repositioned his hand to hold hers. "I promise I'll take it easy. I'm just so jazzed with everything."

"Me, too," Maya confessed giddily.

The caterers came through shortly to fill everyone's plates and water glasses. They offered soda options of regular and diet colas along with lemon-lime flavors. Sean and Ben went with colas because of the lack of stain hazards to their dark clothing while the rest picked clear soda. Not long after the main course, the DJs sent an enthused wave through the room with the first song.

Well, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Twist and shout (Twist and shout)

As soon as Maya and Angel abandoned their heels, they hurried to the floor with the rest of the senior class. Most attempted to stylize their steps, but by the third song, a significant percentage of their dignity fell to the wayside. Cordelia and Fabian performed their own tango, easily distracted at the cheek to cheek portions. Angel and Ben had yet to stop doing the Twist. Maya twirled her blue skirt, creating an ocean effect while Sean did the Swim.

When the music lowered, they got the chance to catch their breaths. However, when the members of the Prom Committee took to the stage, oxygen intake proved extremely difficult. With Angel and Ben stiffly holding hands, the rest of their group peered around. Maya honed in on Rita and Mack, both in the most regal shade of purple imaginable with grins a mile long. Before her dinner could work its way up, Maya focused on the stage again.

"Good evening, everyone, I'm Lita Baker, Student Council Secretary and head of the Prom Committee." The glowing girl wore a cream-colored dress with slit that showed her smooth legs. "This year's Prom campaign has been the most thrilling yet and I know we're all eager to hear the results. So, without further ado…" A male committee member handed her the list and she began. "This year's Prom Duke and Duchess…"

"Yeah," mumbled Sean, "because we're all dying to know who the courtiers are."

Fabian and Cordelia eyed each other with matching smirks.

After she announced an additional pair of titles, Lita moved onto, "This year's Prom Prince and Princess… Mack Carver and Rita Wilson!"

Though extremely close to the stage, Angel and Ben turned to each other, clearly unsure of their own ears. Maya and Sean looked over in time to see the named two replace their dejected countenances with bigger grins than before. They took the few steps up to the stage. They received their bronze crowns, sashes with their titles, and Rita's wand. After a deep curtsy from Rita, they took their places among the rest of the court. When Lita resumed speaking, Sean, Maya, Fabian, and Cordelia came up as closely behind Angel and Ben, leaving supportive hands on their backs and shoulders. Cordelia felt even more thankful for her gloves, which hid her sweaty palms.

"And the moment of truth, I am personally proud to present this year's Prom King and Queen… Ben Braunstein and Angel Salvador- get up here!"

Despite herself as well as the ensuing applause, Angel released a shriek that rivaled Sean's mutation.

After the girls exchanged multiple hugs, Fabian prompted, "Go claim your crowns."

"Move it," Sean further goaded.

Brown irises blurring with tears, Angel had to keep a grip on Ben's hand as he led them up. He let go in order to usher her ahead of him.

Smile in place, Lita presented her with the near-blinding silver and jeweled tiara. "I could not be happier for you." She dressed her head with it. "Congratulations, Angel."

Additional clapping erupted and Angel did not trust her voice to speak without breaking. She stayed still for her sash and baton sized scepter with pink heart-shaped tip. When Ben stepped up, Angel got to remove his large maroon and gold crown. She topped his head with it and leaned in to kiss him. Ben wound arms around her to bring her closer, extending their lip unity.

Several "woos" sounded from the other teens until Lita had to pipe up, "Ben, Ben… Your Majesty?"

At last managing to pry apart, the newly crowned pair appeared slightly sheepish but nonetheless joyful. After they put on Ben's sash and handed him his longer, ticker scepter, he and Angel stood at the head of the Prom Court for plentiful pictures. When the photo-ups concluded, the DJ put on the first slow song of the evening.

You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you

Hands clasping again, Ben and Angel parted from the stage. The crowd divided in half as they neared. With Sean's arm around her, Maya tried to keep her watery eyes from overflowing entirely. Fabian and Cordelia accepted the scepters to hold. The new royals reached the middle of the floor and faced each other.

I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you

Though all the gathered stared at them, their vision remained solely on the one before them. Angel coiled her arms around Ben's neck and he touched hands to each side of her waist.

Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak

Following the beat of the music, they maneuvered with tremendous ease, blind and deaf to the presence and murmurs of their onlookers. With her chin raised and his dipped, they shared another kiss. Angel laid her head on his chest and Ben used arms and part of his cape to blanket her. Closing their eyes, they felt the banishment of the excess weight they had carried all the days prior. Light and elated, they easily could have floated and soared well beyond the stars.

But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that is real
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you…