Chapter Two Hundred Ninety-Seven
Author's Word: Keeping this short and yummy, fam. Please enjoy and review while I consume various snack items in front of late night television… it has been too long.
When the unusual creature made up of blue satin made a path for him, the Headmaster wondered briefly if his sister had combined a sugar high with her shapeshifting. However, on closer observation, Erik knew the truth and knelt with open arms for the small one with hyperactive gaze set on him.
"Bullseye!" the little boy bellowed, barreling into the man's waiting hold.
Arms secured around the slim frame, Erik made a show of toppling back. "Target locked, but ah," he gave him a toothy shark smirk, "who's the prey now?"
"Still you." Peering into the elder's eyes with his own curious pair of blue, Tommy settled on top of him comfortably. "But I guess we can take turns."
"If we must," Erik quietly concurred, grasping the child as though he would vanish otherwise.
"Uh oh." Sean came at them from the other end of the hall. "Somebody's in trouble. Two somebody's actually. You see this, Charles?"
"I most certainly do." Almost on cue, the Professor walked up to stand with the redhead. "Erik Lehnsherr, what are you doing on the floor?"
"Hunting for pesky rodents." Erik sat up with Tommy, eying his brother. "Ah, found one."
Charles shook his head in mock annoyance and went to one knee to look over their visitor's attire. "Are you graduating this weekend as well? And I thought your brother was growing up too quickly."
Sean smiled over them.
"I wish," Tommy replied to Charles. "If I was graduating, no more school ever again."
"Guess again, itty bitty," Sean promptly denied. "You're going to college."
"Am not," Tommy shook his head.
"Are, too," countered Sean, reaching down to help him out of the gown currently swimming on him. "You little sneak thief. You better not get any sticky stuff on this before Saturday."
"What, it almost fits," Tommy claimed then took notice of the rope-like pieces that came with the attire. "What're these for? To hang yourself if the principal won't stop yapping?"
"No." Taking the accessories, Sean swiped at Tommy's thigh with them. "The gold cord represents the Honors Program. The violet one goes to anyone who made A's in all their AP classes. Oh, Charles look." He showed him the front of his gown, which had a gleaming pin attached in the shape of an antique ink pen. "For the newspaper kids."
"That is lovely," Charles admired. "And beyond fitting." He looked into Sean's face. "As shamefully selfish as this is to request- not that I care- I want a cord at the end of the ceremony. I only hope your father and I don't have to settle it with fisticuffs."
"Five bucks on Prof," reacted Tommy, making Erik chuckle.
Sean said, "Actually, Charles, I was hoping I could leave my diploma here with you." At the Professor's clear shock, the teen explained, "I don't need it, just my transcripts. I'll probably lose it in the shuffle when we move. Kayla is holding onto Maya's for her."
"I…" Charles 'words returned to him. "Yes, of course I'll keep it for you. Right here. At home."
"Thanks, Charles," Sean beamed. He crouched to hoist up Tommy. "Got to admit, you do look pretty cute in my grad gown. Even cuter than at your christening when you were a little baby."
Tommy responded by sticking out his tongue. "Nyah!"
"Nyah!" Sean retaliated, carrying him towards the stairs.
With a fond shaking of his head, Charles glanced down at his highly illuminated brother.
As if able to sense the telepath's eyes, Erik turned to him. "And just what are you staring at, Lab Rat?"
Not even trying to hide his pleasure, Charles said knowingly, "You're thrilled." Quietly rising, Erik bobbed his head admittedly. "So am I."
Erik clapped Charles on the shoulder and headed for the Mag Cave.
IIIIIII
Back pressed against the wall, the girl in long teal and coral striped dress waited for the troop of zealous juniors to hasten out of the classroom. Once she could proceed without worry of being trampled, Angel entered.
The footsteps initially making him think one of his eleventh-graders forgot something, Ted looked away from his essay stack in surprise. "You're still here, Miss Salvador? Most of the other seniors cleared out their lockers and severed ties with us before noon."
Angel smiled softly. "I was waiting to talk to you since graduation is going to be so crowded." She held up the sleek sky-blue hardback she carried. "Could you sign my yearbook?"
"Absolutely." Ted laid the book on his desk and flipped to the autograph section. He retrieved the pen from his shirt pocket and bent to write. "You know, as overjoyed as I am to unload so many of my graduates, I can't deny how particularly happy I am for you, Miss Salvador." He finished and handed her back her book. "Since that very first day of class, you've been an exceptional student. Going through all that you have while maintaining dignity and grace throughout. I truly wish you the very best from here on out."
"Thank you, Mr. Nelson." Angel inhaled through her nostrils to fight off her steadily building emotions. "For being there for me with the tagging and just every part of this class. I thought I loved history before, but you… college has some work to do to top you."
"That's high praise coming from a Westchester University undergrad," Ted stated with impression. "Though it seems like it, this is far from a goodbye. I plan to get in contact with you when I need a noteworthy alum to speak to future classes. If you can pencil me in somewhere between fame and fortune that is."
"I'll hijack a helicopter if I have to," she guaranteed then raised her free arm to him.
Ted accepted her into a small embrace. They exchanged a wave as she started from the room.
Once back in the hall, Angel opened her yearbook to find what he wrote.
I await the day my new students discover the name Angela Salvador in their history books.
Thank you for choosing my class,
Mr. Nelson
IIIIIII
As if exploring the family library for the first time, the eleven-year-old maneuvered at a brisk pace without breaking into a full run. All the aisles and selections did not carry what the public library did, but it easily bested the one at his school. Hearing the footsteps, Joey attempted to keep up with them. He reached the end, excited features fading at the emptiness there.
"Ha, got you now!"
The pair of hands clamping over his eyes resulted in a charge from Joey then he heard the light wince. "Uh oh." He turned around with enlarged, guilty eyes. "I'm sorry, Uncle Nate."
"No, no, I'm fine." Nate blinked, touching his head. "Good thing for me, I hear you can restart hearts."
Joey's worried features grew at ease. "I used to be really bad about that."
"Restarting hearts? What kitten thief did you save?"
"No," Joey shook his head with a laugh. "I mean my powers zapping everything in sight. I used to do it a lot when somebody scared me. I even made the lights explode."
Nate reacted with, "Phenomenal."
Joey squinted in puzzlement. "Huh?"
"If not for your skill in all things zappery, I wouldn't be Count Domino now," stated Nate. "You inspired Chris' technology after all."
Aglow at that, Joey said, "I still can't believe you guys are knights."
"I still can't believe I amount to more than their arms polisher. Look over here." Nate turned and gestured for the younger boy to follow him. They arrived at the targeted shelf shortly. "Have you read this one?"
Joey looked at the cover handed to him. "Ivanhoe? Uh. What's it about?"
"Why don't you ask your man Robin Hood?" Nate suggested wryly. "He's in it after all."
With electrified eyes, Joey uttered, "He is?"
"Affirmative," Nate replied brightly, "though he isn't the main character. The main guy is actually on the outs with his dad for siding with Richard the Lionheart."
"King Richard?" Joey gaped. "How can you be against King Richard?"
"That's what I'm saying!" Nate then asked him, "What got you into medieval lore, anyway? Over in England, it's practically our nursery stories."
"Well, um…" Joey fiddled with the book's spine. "When Dad first brought me home, I couldn't read or write that well because I missed so much school where I used to live. Seemed like all the kids here were geniuses."
"Fish out of water," Nate deduced. "I know that feeling. I've been such a tourist since I got here. Still can't believe Erik had to pop me one for hanging out of the car window."
Joey laughed lightly. "But it was good, too because Dad would teach me by ourselves." He peered around a moment. "In here, just us. And he started reading to me at night. About all kinds of heroes."
"Once and Future King," Nate knew.
"Yeah, and Aladdin, Narnia, Gulliver's Travels," Joey listed, "and I love Arthur and Merlin, but I always liked how Robin Hood stole to help the poor and when he and Maid Marian fell in love."
Listening in full, Nate dipped to better meet eye contact with the shorter boy. "In that case, you're going to like this one." He tapped Ivanhoe's title. "Or I owe you the world's largest soda."
An even more eager Joey quickly turned to its introductory page.
IIIIIII
Early June allowed for a late sunset and sky seemingly enriched by water colors of tangerine, lavender, amber, and butterscotch. By it being a weekday, the two pairs departed the cinema with only a few other movie-goers. The younger teenagers sped ahead, gripping each other's hands as if escaping a bank heist. Collin wore a short-sleeved forest green collared shirt tucked into khakis with his silver moto jacket. Moving spiritedly right with him, Samantha dashed in a peach skater dress with thin ivory sweater to guard against the theatre's fervent air-conditioning. Dressed in black pants and silk cerulean shirt with a gold medallion that matched his watch, Fabian walked with hands in his pockets. Cordelia, wearing an A-line dress with sheer sleeves made up of a yellow and orange floral pattern, kept both arms coiled around his.
"I know the early curfew is a heel," Cordelia stroked the chest of the silent figure at her side, "but you know the freshmen will turn to pumpkins if we keep them out late. According to adult physics."
"I don't mind." Fabian peered down and applied a kiss to her lips. "As if we require more than mere moments for real enjoyment…"
"Fabian." Blushing smile in place despite her mild protest, Cordelia tugged on his arm.
Still eying her, he chuckled within his throat. "Sorry I've been distracted. Now that
Prom is over, more and more is setting in about what awaits us."
"Can't wait," Cordelia beamed, nestling against his bicep.
Fabian watched Samantha spin around a lamppost before launching herself into Collin's ready arms. Enjoy it while you can…
IIIIIII
Attempting to gain some control over the masterful wriggler, Frank near whined, "Little guy, come on." He used one arm to shield against the excess moisture. "Nix the splashing already. Next time I'm turning Wolverine's super soak hose on you."
Trav kicked his feet under the bubbly water. "It's too early for bath time."
"You're the one who dumped dessert all over yourself," Frank reminded. "Chocolate goes in the tummy," he reached in to pat the younger boy's stomach, "not on it. I need you to be the brain here, buddy."
"Thought that was you," Trav countered, feeling the need to point him out.
"I go off duty when the last school bell rings." Frank pretended to bite the tip of the tiny finger and Trav retracted his hand with a giggle.
Once the small one proved sufficiently clean, Frank drained the tub and gathered Trav in a towel. He rubbed him dry before helping him into underwear and his solar system pajamas. While Trav played with his model boat from Erik, Frank wiped up the floor and bottom of the tub so Raven did not have to bother with the task. Peering back, he looked on contentedly at the way Trav's eyes twinkled over the boat.
"Hey, little guy, what do you say we build the Statue of Liberty to go with it? We can use the clay."
Trav replied with a gleeful, "Yeah!"
After Frank secured the smaller X-Boy to his back, he walked King Kong style out of the McCoy bathroom.
IIIIIII
After seeing to it that their lady cargo made it inside the mansion, the Acolyte males took off in the Ferrari for their own homestead. To Collin's absolute elation, the car keys wound up in his hands. Relaxing in the passenger's seat, Fabian kept hooded eyes on the novice driver. He mostly ensured Collin remembered the difference between sophisticated Italian machinery and kiddie theme park rides. As soon as they reached the manor with all pieces accounted for, Collin bolted for the kitchen. Fabian could only wonder where the redhead kept the immeasurable quantities of popcorn, candy, and cola from the movie.
II
"Man, this week went by in a flash."
"I know," Anne strongly concurred, stretched out on her bed with phone pressed to her ear. "My dad's taking us all on a long weekend for Fabi."
"Families are gonna be celebrating like mad," Gary knew. "Coaches knew good and well not to bother scheduling a game."
Comfortable at her ankles, Jack's ears and tail twitched with anticipation.
Anne hurriedly whispered, "Got to go. I'll see you at school."
Gary countered, "Not if I see you first, sugar and spice."
Hanging up, Anne smiled at her returning brother. "Que tai, hermano? ¿Cómo estuvo tu cita?"
"Bueno." Dipping to swap cheek kisses with her, Fabian honed in on her appearance. "Mi amor," he took her hand and she stood on her mattress, "what in the world are you wearing?"
The girl had on a thigh-length gray skirt, opaque tights in multicolor polka dots, and red off-the-shoulder top with her fingernails painted in the same color.
"Oh," Anne touched her hips, looking herself up and down, "I was just playing in some of Bren's old things." She faced her brother admiringly. "I really want to look perfect for your ceremony."
"Hm, that. Don't waste a thought on these public school rituals, hermanita. Besides," Fabian lifted her at her middle and performed a spin with her, "you're already muy perfecto. Si, Jack?"
The dog raised his head with a yelp.
Anne smiled warmly. "Gracias, hermano."
"De nada. Change for bed, amor." Fabian put her down and gave a tap to her bottom as he took his leave.
Turning to one side, Anne twirled before her standup mirror.
Reaching his own room, Fabian ceased pace upon entry. The "Felicitaciones Erudito" banner strung across the wall above his bed made a smile flirt on his lips. Shutting the door, Fabian stripped out of his evening ensemble and into light summer night clothes. He settled on his floormat to perform pushups.
At the knock a minute later, he granted, "Adelante."
In his own pajamas, Collin entered and observed him. "Geez, you and Jim. You guys were doing chin-ups before we left."
"Take notes." Getting to his feet, Fabian went to him. "If you're going to consume mountains of junk food," he poked at his stomach with both fingers, "you could at least build a little muscle with it."
Collin nudged him. "Sam's not complaining."
"She better not be." Fabian sat at the foot of his bed. "Complaining about you is my forte."
Flopping onto the mattress on his stomach, Collin stared at the opposite wall. "I'm going to miss this, you know. Four of us doing stuff, driving your ride better than you do…"
"You mean driving me loco like no one can," Fabian corrected. "Though Max does try to best you there."
Collin played with his thumbs. "Why are you leaving?"
Fabian lowered to lay beside him. "Going to Boston isn't only about Cordelia. There are things I have to do that I can't explain."
"Tell me," Collin urged.
"It's not for you to worry about." Fabian's expression hardened. "And don't think my absence from this house is invitation for you to fall into old habits the moment Father is preoccupied. You go to school, look out for the others, do as you're told, and behave. Just because you don't see me doesn't mean I'm not checking in. I can sense you, but you can't sense me. Remember that."
More than aware of the truth in those words, Collin nodded.
IIIIIII
With their babies accounted for, the telepath and keen tracker went in search of their slightly bigger boys. Neither required his power as they made a direct path for the Mag Cave. Sean and Maya stood in there as well, both delightfully amused at the sprawled trio on the sofa. Thankfully, they already had pajamas on and Logan detected the fresh scent from their baths. Charles gathered a continuously blinking Joey, kissing his golden head and sending him soothing telepathic murmurs. Cody lethargically batted at Logan, combating fatigue to no one's surprise. Logan growled deeply at his son, gaining his compliance enough to toss the boy over his shoulder. After they carried them out and only Tommy remained, Maya sat near him on the couch and held onto his hands.
She told him, "Raven took me shopping for furniture and we found a really cool bunkbed with extra trundle mattress made onto the bottom. We're going to fix up one of the extra bedrooms in our house really special. And we want you, Joey, and Cody to bring whatever toys you want, put up some posters, whatever you like so that you have your own space when you visit. You guys will be upstairs with a bathroom, so you get to goof and fool around as much as you want."
"Cool," Tommy smiled lethargically. "Thanks, Maya."
"You're welcome." She kissed his forehead. "I'm so glad you're here."
"Me, too," the little boy returned.
Erik spoke to Sean from his desk chair. "I'll bring him up for you."
Sean nodded gratefully and went to bump fists with his brother. "See you in a while, baby man."
Tommy snuggled against a throw pillow. "Kay, ugly."
Maya laughed softly and left with Sean's arm around her.
Getting up, Erik delicately repositioned Tommy so that he could sit with the child's head in his lap. Eyes closing, Tommy reached for and held onto Erik's left arm like a teddy bear.
II
Before they started for the lounge, Hank and Raven went to look in on Kiki, knowing Trav had opted for another sleepover in Frank's room. They peered in and developed matching grins at the sight. Both entirely tuckered out, Scott laid gripping American Girl Barbie while Kiki hugged his twelve-inch Batman figure. Raven moved to turn off Kiki's nightstand lamp while Hank went around to remove Scott's shades and leave them folded on the end table for him.
II
Charles returned to Joey's room with a refill of water to keep Bounty satisfied throughout the night. Tired state more than apparent, Joey still propped up on pillows awaiting his father's accent in his ears.
"What story does my little one want?" Charles asked, joining him in the bed.
Joey pointed to his night table. "Look, Daddy."
Charles did, finding the open book there. "Ivanhoe?"
Joey nodded. "Uncle Nate showed it to me earlier."
Picking it up, the man next discovered, "You're on chapter four already? No fair, cheater." Charles playfully tapped Joey's thigh with it. "I wanted to read this one with you. My little one's ahead of me."
The boy smiled at him then wondered, "Daddy, would you disown me if I believed something different from you?"
"You mean like Sir Wilfred and his father?" Charles deduced, getting a head bob from his son. "That's an impossibility and not only because I love you to high Heaven and back." Charles nestled in closer to him. "Long before either of us were born, we were made for and meant to find one another. Why exactly? We may never know for sure. What I do know is that not even death itself can destroy what we have. I certainly won't let anything in life do so."
Joey's eyes lit. "I love you, Daddy."
"And I love you, my Charles." Returning to the book, the elder Charles began chapter four. "With sheep and shaggy goats the porkers bled. And the proud steer was on the marble spread. With fire prepared, they deal the morsels round. Wine rosy bright the brimming goblets crown'd…"
II
Despite one of the Beach Boys' summer melodies emitting from the stereo, Samantha managed to follow along with Nate helping her make sense of equations. Hank resided on the arm of the couch with Raven, Leon, and Alex lined along it. All took pleasure in the adorable antics of the four seniors.
Standing on the coffee table, Cordelia began with, "Let's keep this short and sweet. Later for WU, here I come, Bos U." She solidified into gold to perform a backflip onto the floor.
The others whooped and Nate raised his head to decree, "Their loss, our gain, sis."
Cordelia blew him a kiss and fell into a sit spot on the loveseat.
Taking to the coffee table next, Angel spoke, "Classmates, faculty, parents worth mentioning, as we look to the future, I want to leave the past behind. So, as for you taggers…" Her expression feigned shock. "Oh, that's right. None of you can walk with us because you hung yourselves. Bites to be you." She hopped down to the resulting laughter.
Maya climbed up. "Wow, after all these years, here we are. Most of us have gone through kindergarten, grammar school, and high school together. Even after everything… you're still such empty-headed jerks. But before we go our separate ways, I do want to touch base on the pregnancy rumors. They're what you call a half-truth. See, very shortly, I will be getting married to that redheaded Adonis over there," she pointed to Sean who pumped his fist victoriously, "and I eagerly look forward to carrying each and every one of his offspring inside of me. Be sure to look me up after I become a nurse. Maybe I can get you a discount on your syphilis injections."
Samantha used both hands to cover her mouth from her roaring giggle while Nate slapped his knee in a guffaw. Hank and Alex appeared incredulously amused, Raven clapped wildly, and Leon regarded Maya with a self-satisfied smirk.
"Not going to lie," Cordelia admitted. "Fabian has some work to do to top that."
"My turn." Though he had no need for the boost in height, Sean took to the coffee table. "It seems in every school I've ever gone to, I've been saddled as the awkward shy kid with creepy books and pristine religious family. Now, in addition to being smarter, stronger, and more powerful than every pathetic turd who ever messed with me, I'm marrying a hot biology babe and I am at last way cooler than Alex Summers."
Raven and Maya immediately cheerfully agreed. Cordelia booed with Leon giving the 'thumbs down'. Hank only shook his head as the others laughed or kept neutrality like Nate and Samantha.
"Keep it up, brat," Alex said slyly. "You're only inspiring material for my best man speech."
Sean got down as he remarked, "Just don't choke when you give it."
Alex lightly socked at Sean's stomach and the two began exchanging mock blows.
Going through Maya's yearbook, Raven noted, "They put a Bangel shrine in here. Three of the Prom pages are devoted to the crowning."
Angel mentioned, "Since we already won King and Queen, we weren't allowed to be in any "most likely" categories. Works for us."
"Smartest Girl," Leon read Angel's book, "Maya Patterson."
"A conclusion foregone," stated Sean, going to sit with his beaming fiancé.
"Prettiest Girl," Raven frowned, "Rita Wilson."
Samantha pretended to hack a hairball to the humor of the others.
Hank looked over his wife's shoulder. "Most Likely to Write the Next Great American Novel, Sean Cassidy."
"Hell yeah," Alex agreed while Sean grinned.
Angel said, "You should have seen Dri's reaction when Cordy won Most Poised."
"Really?" Nate looked to his host sister. "For your dancing?"
"And years of maternal scrutiny," Cordelia claimed. "The slouch and die philosophy."
Leon spotted another interesting one. "Most Likely to Take Over the World… one guess."
The room chorused, "Fabian Cortez," to Cordelia's uninhibited delight.
IIIIIII
Unsure if the mental anguish or the barking dog awoke her first, Anne became as alert as her senses. She leapt from bed and made a hastened path out into the hall. Jack jumped about zealously outside of the closed bedroom door, yapping urgently.
"What's going on?" a half-awake Max moaned, trying to get the jack russel terrier under control.
One by one, Jimmy, Collin, Brenda, and Melissa emerged from their quarters.
As soon as Anne turned the knob and cracked the door open, Jack shot into the room. With a gagging outcry, a sweat drenched Fabian rushed into an upright position in his bed.
Anne beseeched, Papi, es Fabi!
Brenda peered into the room. "Is he okay?"
"Yeah," Melissa put hands to her shoulders, "he'll be fine, babe."
"Y'all go back to sleep," Jimmy instructed the youngsters. "You know you have school in the morning. Step."
Brenda turned to go and Collin picked up Max to carry. Anne did not move from holding Fabian's wrist until their father appeared in the doorway next. Marco stayed in the hall with Jimmy and Melissa. Jack kept his front paws in Fabian's lap.
"Mijito." Estevan crouched at his bedside.
"Papi." Fabian gave his spare hand to the man.
"Mija, get your brother some water. Melissa, a cool compress, please. Marco, bring Fabian's medicine."
While they moved to do as directed, Fabian protested, "No, Papi, por favor. I don't need morphine. It was only a dream."
"Shhh, mijo." Estevan stroked both sides of his face. "You only need one dose. All this academic pressure. I won't let it disrupt your sleep."
"… Si, Papi." Fabian laid on his side, breathing easier when Estevan's large, cool hands kneaded his back.
When Jack inched in closer, Fabian wound an arm across his furry body.
IIIIIII
Maya stepped inside her practically untouched childhood bedroom and went straight to the full-size mirror. She stood in a knee-length emerald chiffon dress, V neckline that showed her friendship necklace, sleeveless, and a black sash made onto the waist. She wore dark one-inch heels on her feet. Adjusting her green headband, Maya spotted something else in the mirror's reflection. Going to the foot of her bed, she pulled back the lid of the box left on it. Her features illuminated at the tulle and lace headpiece she uncovered within.
"Maya?" Gripping the strap of her purse, Lauren entered dressed in a cream collared blouse with quarter-length sleeves, tucked into a charcoal pencil skirt. "Are you- oh, I see you found it."
The girl hugged the veil to her chest. "Thank you, thank you, Mom."
"I managed to dig it out," Lauren said offhandedly. "I don't know why you want that relic clashing with your wedding gown."
Maya replied matter-of-factly, "Because it would've been incomplete without this." She carefully folded it back into the box and glanced at her mother again. "You look amazing, Mom."
Lauren patted at her up-do as she approached. "I'll admit it is nice having a breather from the scrubs." She took full notice of Maya's dress. "I didn't get you this one… did I?"
"Mom," Maya spoke with amused disbelief, "how do you not remember? You only gave me the dowry right before spring break."
"Sweetheart, keeping track of things is your lot in life," Lauren informed. "I just started smuggling them in when you got into high school. Haven't checked your dresser yet I see."
"Huh?"
"Aunt Bea and Meredith sent you something."
Big smile developing, Maya hurried to her dresser, where two envelopes laid on top. She opened the card from her aunt first that came with a devotional prayer and twenty-dollar bill. In the next card, confetti spilled from it along with ten dollars.
"Oh, no, no," Maya shook her head. "Mer has no business sending me money. If anything, Sean and I should give them something. We will when we give this back."
"Don't you even think about it," Lauren objected. "That came from Mer and Greg both. You know Greg won't take having a gift shoved back in his face from a kid cousin of all people. If they believe they can spare it, don't argue with them."
"Okay, okay," Maya sighed then suggested, "How about we have breakfast here before the ceremony tomorrow?"
"I'll have it ready when you get over here. Speaking of food, let's not keep the Cassidy Clan waiting."
Maya went to link arms with her. "Thanks for doing this, Mom."
"What, taking part in history in the making?" Lauren quipped. "We are talking about an Irish-Scottish covenant here."
Maya laughed as they departed to collect a patient Sean from the living room.
IIIIIII
Once they made it inside the manor, Fabian released Jack from his leash and led him to the kitchen. He gave the spirited dog a biscuit to satisfy him for the time being and made his way upstairs. Before Fabian could change out of his athletic attire, the ringing pierced the silence in the room.
Receiver in hand, the teen answered with, "Diga?"
"Hola, mi amigo."
"Ron." Fabian sat on the side of his bed. "I tried to reach you yesterday."
"Riss told me. I'm sorry I missed you, but I was trapped in court," the older male explained. "I didn't make it in until late. What's happening, chico?"
Fabian kicked off his sneakers. "Nada."
Byron's resulting expression sounded in his voice. "You called three times yesterday to inform me of nothing. Last I checked, that was my assistant's function. Now, level with me. Getting the graduation blues?"
"If you want to call it that," Fabian replied vaguely. "It's like I'm being torn apart in completely opposite directions. It was so simple before. Do as my father commanded. Take sovereignty over the unevolved neanderthals. Never let anyone hurt my sister again. Then Cordelia, the Courtiers…"
Byron quipped, "My deepest apologies for the monkey wrench we neanderthals threw into your charmed existence."
"No," Fabian disputed. "Meeting the team was for the better. I know that. I also know I'm needed in Boston. Yet those facts do nothing to make this any easier."
"Pardon me for letting my old-timer show, but that's an unfortunate part of manhood. As a teenager it's all about hustling cash, fast cars, faster girls. College and law school didn't hold a candle to the slap of reality becoming a father gave me. Not to mention the eldest child burden that came before that. I know you comprehend that one."
"Like no other," concurred Fabian. "We started something in Boston; became something together. But how do I shake the feeling that I'm abandoning the family that needs me here?"
"You aren't abandoning anyone, Fabian," Byron stated firmly. "Plenty of kids are more than willing to throw their families to the wind the second they become legal. You're completely incapable of that. They may not know and your father may never accept the fact, but you're doing more for them as a Courtier than an Acolyte."
Fabian sighed, "I hope so."
"And Fabian, for whatever it's worth, you're not alone through these frightening changes and challenges. I will help you through them in any way I can."
"Ron, I… I wish you could be here tomorrow. All of you."
Byron told him, "Even if you can't see us in front of you, we're right behind you. Though, my foot does have an appointment with your backend the next time we're in proximity of each other."
Fabian wondered, "What did I do… that you found out about?"
"I don't appreciate having to hear from Chris that you were chosen to make the graduation speech."
"Oh," came the teenager's dismissive tone, "that."
"Yes, that trivial little footnote. Congratulations, by the way."
"Gracias. Right now, I have to get ready to pick up the kids. The schools dismiss two hours early today."
"Don't let me keep you," Byron insisted. "Just remember, amigo. Right behind you."
"Got you, Ron." They concluded and Fabian set about getting together an appropriate outfit for an academic setting.
IIIIIII
Across the glorious, bountiful estate the powerful hooves tore through, sweeping heaps of dust and dirt in their wake. The cowboy quad consisted of Fred on Samson, Tommy atop Xander, Cody with Blaze, and Joey took Hazelnut, knowing Samantha felt more comfortable with him on her horse than a visitor. From her distance, Laci snapped pictures of them, but made certain not to spook the animals.
Fred released a holler, waving his brown ten-gallon hat in the air. "Sure is swell having you back, Virgenius."
Tommy said in turn, "Sure is swell ropin' and ridin' with you guys than eating little finger sandwiches with Sean, Maya, and the folks."
Joey peered back. "Just look at my Uncle Erik." He watched the man grip Franny's reins while Kiki enjoyed her trotting. "He's so different out here."
"One definite good thing about having Tommy around," Cody asserted. "Erik's guaranteed to be in a cooler mood."
Tommy glanced at him with surprise present. "Really?"
"You kidding?" Cody nearly scoffed. "The guy's wild about you."
While Tommy and Cody went into another dash, Joey and Hazelnut walked along smoothly with Fred and Samson. They stopped under a shade tree.
"Geez Louise, Joey, your family's land is nicer than any rich stiff back home," Fred marveled, captivated regardless of the number of times he had seen it before.
"Yeah, I can't believe it's mine most of the time," Joey replied honestly. "Do you still miss Texas a lot?"
Fred answered, "On and off, mostly in the winter. Snow's great, but you can hang up that below zero crap." Joey laughed and Fred appeared thoughtful. "I sure like it better when it's warm like this and just look at how Cody's dad keeps the grounds. It's like I never left Texas."
"Smile, you guys." Laci neared them, camera ready.
Fred and Joey exchanged a glance then formed the cheesiest grins they could muster.
"Erik, Erik!"
The man gazed up at the energetic petition. "Tom, Tom, may I help you?"
"Race with me." The boy made sure to tack on, "Please, please, please."
"Here, you can ride Blaze." Cody started down from the regal ebony beast. "Unless you want to stay in the pony leagues and go on Steel…"
Giving Cody a certain expression, Erik addressed, "Kiki," making the little girl face him, "keep an eye on our cheeky little cat while Uncle gets some exercise in, please."
"Kay, Uncle Erik," Kiki complied.
Cody went to take over holding Franny's rein, getting a mild bop on the head as the Headmaster passed him.
Stroking Blaze's nose and mane before mounting him, Erik turned to his fledgling competitor. "To the entrance of the woods, my boy?"
Tommy responded, "Sounds good to me, my main man."
Jollity evident in his very posture, Erik put on an appropriate game face. Once properly lined up, the two sent their steeds into a gallop. The rest of the children watched with enchanted visages. Erik reached the trees first, but reacted to the other pair when Xander reared somewhat.
Gripping his own calm, Erik ordered briskly but evenly, "Lean forward and hold on. Don't touch the reins."
Tommy heeded and stayed closely attached and centered until Xander returned to all fours again.
Lowering from their horses, Fred and Joey started for them. Laci took Joey's hand to walk with him. Cody guided Kiki and Franny over.
"I'm sorry, Tommy." Joey patted Xander's side. "He hardly ever acts funny like that."
"No, it's me," the younger boy claimed. "He knows my equestrian's an old rusty tin can."
"Tell me about it," Erik sympathized, down from Blaze. "I haven't been a true horseman in years. Easy now."
When the man helped him return to terra firma, Tommy grunted and rubbed at his thighs. "Ugh, feels like my legs got ripped off and glued on backwards."
Erik chuckled, "You'll get used to it if you keep practicing," and raised Tommy off his feet to relieve his aching limbs a bit. "Because when you fall off a horse… what do you do?"
"Get right back on," Fred answered automatically. "My dad says that, too."
"Better yet, you listened to him." Erik ran a hand down Tommy's back. "Let's go in and see if Alex can glue your legs back on properly. I'm sure a few pieces of fudge and caramel will help. If any of you are interested that is…"
The youths chorused their favorable response to the proposition.
Before they moved to return the horses to the barn, Laci raised her camera. She captured a shot as Tommy laid his head on Erik's shoulder.
IIIIIII
Though the click displayed barely a quarter after seven, every member of the Braunstein household maneuvered through the kitchen in sleepwear. Josh, Megan, and Rachel mixed glasses of ovaltine. With four separate bowls of popcorn spread out on the table, Sylvia and Ben sprinkled individual seasonings of cheddar, caramel, sweet and sour, and picante.
"Make way, people, make way," decreed Chad. Equipped with oven mitts, he removed the baking sheet from the stove. "We have potato knishes, passed down and mastered across four generations."
Megan turned to him. "Daddy, everybody knows you got that recipe out of House & Garden."
"Our Jews, their Jews," Chad waved, "we all took the same forty-year hike."
When he placed the tray on the counter to cool, Sylvia danced over to smooch his lips.
The youngsters started carrying out the snacks and drinks, arranging everything on the coffee table. They next switched on the television to select a show.
"Toto, Toto!" Rachel clapped eagerly.
Glad to hear Josh and Megan share her enthusiasm, Ben removed his hand from the TV knob. Chad and Sylvia soon joined them, bringing in the rest of the appetizers. Ben managed to hang onto one of the popcorn bowls, despite Rachel bouncing in his lap. Chad held Megan in the armchair and Sylvia sat between the boys on the couch.
I could while away the hours, conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain
And my head I'd be scratchin' while
My thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain
As soon as the song came on, the six crooning along quickly drowned out the film before them. When the telephone rang, Ben sprang up. He kept Rachel attached to his hip as he made his way to the extension they kept on an end table.
"Welcome to Oz. Tin Man and Toto speaking."
An amused Angel wanted to know, "Boy, how exactly were you born without a heart?"
"Beats brainless Scarecrow and pansy Lion."
"This is truth. What are you up to?"
"I don't know how to break this to you, baby," Ben jiggled Rachel a little and she wrapped arms around his neck to snuggle in, "but I'm seeing three gorgeous dames behind your back."
Angel only replied, "Tell your mama and sisters I said hello. Your daddy and Josh if they're there."
"Hello, Mama and sisters," Ben rang out. "Daddy and Josh if you're here."
Chad looked over at his youngest son. "Are we here?"
Josh pretended to ponder. "Pretty sure, Daddy."
"Hi, Angel," Sylvia and the girls sang.
Ben spoke into the mouthpiece again. "You can't go anywhere without gaining a fan club."
Angel exhaled good-naturedly. "I need to get back to my crew while I'm talking. You guys have fun."
"Til we meet again, my queen." Ben lowered the receiver to its base.
They returned to the couch in time to take part in the next round of lyrics.
IIIIIII
When he walked into his specially designed suite, the young X-Man met with a favorable sight.
"You're home." Leon shut the door.
"Yeah, sorry that's so newsworthy." Melissa crossed the room to stand in front of him. "Things have been hectic. Fabian's been having weird dreams and he… he won't go into it, but I know he needs support right now."
"I get that," Leon said genuinely. "I have four different flavors of senior fever over here. I'm booked tonight, too."
"Got to schedule Leon fixes wherever possible." Melissa walked over and slipped inside the closet. "You went to your graduation, right?"
"Only to egg on the rage of certain people who didn't want to see me seated on stage in Honor Land." Leon leaned against the nearest dresser. "I didn't say a word, but Cassie dragged Jared out. Just for the principle of it."
"I take it no warm family photo sessions afterwards?"
Leon snorted. "How you toy with me." He watched her step out in a jacket that reached her thighs. "… You do realize that was in the hamper?"
Sniffing the material, she reiterated, "Leon fix- sayōnara!" She dematerialized through the window.
Before he went into the attached bathroom, Leon took the time to stick a small orchid shirt underneath his pillow.
II
On route through the lower level, Kayla brought up, "You know, we really are pleased with how gracefully you're handling the valedictorian decision."
"It was pretty inevitable," Maya said plainly, walking between the couple. "Fabian had stacks of credits and achievements way before he transferred. Besides, one of my friends getting to make the speech is victory-by-association."
"You're somethin' outta this world, Smiley." Logan placed an arm around her. "Still, if you want me to severe his vocal cords, my claws have been known to slip..."
Maya giggled and hugged him from the side. Kayla shook her head, ever entertained by her husband.
"Hey, before the range, come check this out." Logan directed the women into the garage and they followed him to a secluded section. Logan removed the caution tape and pieces of random equipment that blocked the view. He yanked off the white tarp, revealing the aqua blue creation. "Beauty, ain't she?"
"Gorgeous," came from a mesmerized Maya. "I just can't believe you found the time to take on another restoration. I thought you guys were good with the truck and Caddy."
Logan folded his arms. "Who said this was for us?"
Maya started to speak until catatonia set in from the silver X shaped keychain Kayla dangled in front of her. "Y-you…"
Kayla lifted the girl's hand to place the key in her palm. "For our honoree."
"And you better get that modesty mess outta your head right now," Logan ordered knowingly. "All that time stuck under this hood, installin' that radio, slappin' on this paint job. You're takin' this thing and I don't want to hear any lip about it, little girl."
Once able to vocalize again, Maya bested her fiancé's screech while jumping up and down continuously.
She calmed enough to throw arms around Kayla. "Thank you, thank you!"
Kayla rubbed her hair. "I hope this cushions valedictorian all the more."
"To hell with that," Maya dismissed. "Fabian can take that worthless speech and shove it. I have… I have a car!" She ran to and jumped for Logan.
The mutant elder caught and lifted her high. "That's my Smiley."
When he put her down, Maya pecked his cheek repeatedly. "I love you, I love you, I love… Sean!" She sped off in search of her betrothed.
Logan patted the Chrysler's hood. "Lighter blue was definitely the way to go."
"Knew it," Kayla smirked.
IIIIIII
Both in their bathrobes and eyes still somewhat blurred, the McCoy couple made their way for the kitchen. With impending visitors in mind, Raven switched over to her blonde guise.
Hank's nostrils picked up the pleasant aroma first. "Kayla must be up."
"Already? She usually takes her time with the twins on weekends." Entering the eatery, they zeroed in on a different older female.
"Sweetheart, pass me the sugar, please."
Apron in place, Becky carried the correct canister over. "Here, Aunt Edna."
"Mother," Hank acknowledged while Raven uttered jubilantly, "Mom."
"Good morning, sleepyheads," Trav greeted their parents as Kiki waved.
Turning the stove burner down, Edna moved to embrace the pair. "Good morning, my loves." She held Raven's wrist a moment. "Classes all wrapped up?"
"Exams thankfully," the shapeshifter replied. "I'm still waiting to hear how much I muddled my internship."
"Oh, you mustn't think that way," Edna insisted.
"Mom," Hank interjected, "I thought your plane got in at nine."
"I managed to secure an earlier flight and took a taxi over," the woman explained. "You and the others already have so much going on. Why don't you two rest for another hour or so? I'll have Kiki get you when breakfast is ready. Something tells me no one will be in the mood for a formal sit-down meal this morning."
"Unless it's sitting in front of the TV," Raven joked. "Thanks, Mom."
Hank squeezed her hand appreciatively. "Thank you, Mother."
Out in the hall again, Hank swept an enthused Raven into his arms to escort back to their beloved bed.
IIIIIII
Done adjusting the burgundy tie to the white shirt, Sylvia used her hands to smooth out the sleeves. Chad attached the cross pin to Ben's left collar and David's star to his right. After Josh helped him into the blue gown, the girls stood from the bed. Ben bowed his head for Megan to adorn him with the violet cord and Rachel the gold one. Chad set the timer and the group posed in two different full family positions, Ben with each parent, all the siblings together, and Ben between Chad and Sylvia.
"That ought to hold us over," determined Chad. "For about an hour."
"We better hurry before war breaks out over good seats." Ushering their other children along, Sylvia peered back at the lingering males. "Chad."
Looking into the mirror with Ben, Chad said, "We'll be right there, hon."
Sylvia bobbed her head and continued after the kids.
Silence in abundance for several seconds, Ben addressed their reflections. "Dad…"
Gripping his son's shoulders, Chad slowly turned him. "Mensch… I can't… I don't des—"
"Dad," Ben cut in with a sharp hush, giving him a smile.
All words lost to him, Chad reeled him into an unyielding hold.
IIIIIII
With Victor heading downstairs with Angel and Samantha, Adrienne made her next destination her youngest sister's room. Winston, Nate, and Chris lined alongside the mattress. Charles sat on the vanity bench, all watching Emma clip one of Hazel's gold pendants around Cordelia's neck.
At the blue tulip style skirt and canary yellow blouse, Adrienne remarked, "Thank God for small favors. I was waiting on you to try to waltz out of here with jeans hidden under that gown."
"It's just for Fabian," Cordelia informed, shrugging on the white feminine gown.
Charles put forth. "Isn't our sister a living dream?"
Winston stated, "Difficult to tell when she's imitating Emma's infamous scowl that way."
The middle daughter put hands on her hips. "Which somehow only forms in your presence."
Chris snickered. "What's the hang-up, Baby Sis? You're only a couple hours away from grasping your freedom papers."
"They can come in the mail for all I care," Cordelia said flippantly.
Charles questioned in concern, "Cordy, what's gotten into you?"
The girl sighed heavily. "Today is about Sean and Maya, the brains. Angel and Ben, the overcomers. Fabian, the main event. Who's really showing up at this thing for me, cordless Cordy?"
"Uh," Nate shot both arms into the air and wiggled them wildly, "hello! Remember me, the bloke who just met these people?" He moved to his feet. "You think I came here for a site-seeing tour? All I wanted to see was you all sparkly on Prom and accepting that diploma today. Because as soon as you do, you're that much closer to blowing this burg and jetting back to Boston." He then looked between the Xaviers contritely. "Not that I haven't grown to love this burg as well as every moment of being here. You're wonderful, I love you, don't boot me out."
Emma smiled at his buttering and Charles said slyly to the boy, "Don't you wish?"
"Furthermore," Winston stood with his scepter, "regardless of how you or anyone else feels about this day, I want you to curb that piss poor, dismissive attitude before I do it for you." The sea of blue eyes locked on the man and Nate inched closer to Chris. "When I was a boy, a graduation wasn't an achievement. It was a miracle. Only bested by making it out of the old neighborhood. For whatever reason, I accomplished both. And I've been privileged to see all of my children walk across that stage. Today may mean nothing to you," he gestured at his brunette daughter with his scepter, "but it sure as hell means something to me. And your mother."
Hand going to her chest, Cordelia felt her pendant and she promptly hurried to her father. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
Winston held her to his chest and kissed her head.
"Mum, Dad," the Xaviers glanced over to see the adorable but hesitant pair peeking into the room, "may we come in?"
Emma responded, "Of course, Treasure."
Joey led the way. "We finished Aunt Cordy's graduation present."
Laci approached, bringing the wrapped package from behind her back. "Congratulations, Aunt Cordy."
Letting go of Winston, Cordelia accepted and unraveled it. She opened her mouth to no sound at what she discovered. A sparkling gold frame in the shape of a castle with one tower sticking out at center. The base consisted of individual photographs of Adrienne, Emma, and Cordelia posed with their Prom dates. The tower captured her attention the most with another young couple in the middle of it.
"Daddy," Cordelia turned to him, "isn't this from…?"
Winston confirmed it with, "Don't you recognize the gloves?"
Joey mentioned, "Grandpa brought the rest of the pictures we needed."
"Do you like it?" Laci asked anxiously.
"It's the best." Handing the frame to Emma, Cordelia dropped to bring them both into her arms. "Thank you so much, guys."
The rest gathered for a better look at the pictures.
"What a dream date, darling," Charles commented dryly. "His pizza face matches that God-awful tie perfectly."
Emma batted at her husband's chest. "He broke out from his nerves."
Chris quipped, "Then he must have suffered a case of the jitters every single day at school."
Emma gave him a look. "As if you ever approved of any of my boyfriends."
"Reminisce in the car, children," said Winston pointedly.
"Father's right," Charles agreed.
At Chris' eyeroll, Winston jabbed his arm with the scepter when he walked by. Nate worked to keep his face straight.
Cordelia placed the frame on her dresser and dashed to walk with Joey and Laci.
IIIIIII
Rays of plentiful sunshine combined with a ginger breeze made the outdoor ceremony superlative. The seating consisted of three different sections made up of countless folding chairs. The right for family members and other ticket holders, the left for faculty and distinguished guests- though Hank stayed among the X-Men, and the center for graduates. To their relief, Angel and Cordelia got to sit next to each other, as the alphabetical order would not be necessary until their rehearsed line-up. Most of their regular lunch table inhabitants sat near them as well. They looked to the honor students on stage, specifically the formation of Fabian tugging at his valedictorian sash, Maya with legs crossed and hands folded, Sean stretching out his long legs every so often, and Ben doing a Miss America wave towards the other Braunsteins.
Gazing around to hone in on their family, the X-Girls giggled at some of the kids' relatives carrying their own folding chairs. They could not hear it, but deep discussion took place between the principal, vice-principal, maintenance, and the parents of the bused seniors. At the way the sharply dressed mothers waved their fingers, Angel easily deduced that they insisted that every relative and well-wisher they could get ahold of be allowed to watch their babies go across the stage. Cordelia's eyes jumped when she heard a short woman in an oversized church hat and an elderly man emphasize that they paid for extra tickets. With the ceremony less that fifteen minutes away, the principal gave executive order for the extra chairs to be setup as neatly as the others.
"For once it's not the X-Men taking up every available spot," Cordelia murmured.
"Girl, I know," Angel sent back. "This is too bizarre."
At long last, the event began. The band played the school song to Principal Newman's arrival on stage. When he got to the microphone, he led them all in the Pledge of Allegiance. Afterwards, he introduced the guest speaker, a heart surgeon with private practice and Westchester High alumnus from 1945. Scott and Frank leaned forward with interest when the doctor detailed the difficulties of attending high school during that time. He talked about rationing and seeing to things at home with his father away as an army physician. The man finished amidst lengthy applause and shook hands with Principal Newman before going back to his chair.
Newman addressed the multitude again. "For the first time in Westchester High history, the valedictorian is not a member of the Honors Program. In fact, he came to us at the beginning of the year as a transfer student. Number one in his class, astonishing standardized test scores, and an outstanding 4.9 grade point average." Alex reacted with a muffled swear at the number and Erik lowered his head in a snigger while Charles shot the blonde a reproachful glower. "It is my pleasure to introduce the valedictorian for the Senior Class of 1965, Fabian Cortez."
Clapping resulted and Maya offered a reassuring pat to the named one's shoulder. With some reluctance still evident, Fabian detached from his seat.
Stepping up to the offered podium, he turned to the man who surrendered it, "Thank you, Principal Newman," then set brown eyes on the vast audience. "As coveted as this position is, I never wanted it. In actuality, if anyone deserves to stand here, it's my friend, Maya Patterson." He glanced over at the taken aback girl. "For exemplifying academic excellence, perseverance, and acceptance of others." Fabian faced forward again. "Or our friend, Angel Salvador." Mouth widening, she shared a look with Cordelia. "She used the power of words and intelligence to defeat her tormentors, teaching us all something about courage in the process. As for me, I came to this school with a single goal in mind. A Shakespearean quest to win over the love of my life, Cordelia Frost." He paused and laughed faintly at the number of "awws" from most of the women present. "Though really, the second love of my life. The first being my sister, Anne, who while younger and smaller than I am, gives me both strength and reason to go on every day. I'm also immensely grateful to our father for leading and providing for us through the best as well as bleakest of times. And as much as I appreciate our entire family… I still have an emptiness inside I wouldn't wish on anyone." Fabian placed a forceful grip on his sash as he went on. "When we leave here today, it's final. That nagging bell telling us where to be and what to do is gone. From here on out, we determine what happens next. Who we're going to be. Learning institutions have spent years enforcing the idea that worth and success are measured solely in dollars and degrees. If you want to achieve real success start by working on and bettering the person inside. Then, step outside. Far from yourself to see that there is an entire world around you, filled with people who are afraid and alone. People who need you; us. This is something I've been forced to learn. Now, the time has come for you to go forth and do likewise." He dipped his chin in conclusion. "Gracias."
When he sat down and the seemingly endless roars of claps and kudos faded, Maya leaned over to tell him, "You are so wrong." At Fabian's bewilderment, she further informed, "They couldn't have picked a better valedictorian."