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.

302. Chapter 302 Go Greek

Chapter Three Hundred Two

Author's Word: Slowly but surely, proper posting procedure is underway and getting back on track. Something I want you guys to remember is that even in a world gone mad where I don't post for a year, Rise or Fall will never be left hanging or blowing on the wind incomplete. RL is a horrendous distraction, but this series, this fam is love. If almost six years of my life haven't been a big enough clue. Thanks for the last round of responses, guys. Now, enjoy and review onward!

From the halfway point on the court, the sphere cut across the sky. The circle of orange went around the rim for half a spin before dropping straight through the net. Mind too elsewhere to enjoy the fifth executed shot in a row, the city native did react to another pair of hands taking possession of the rolling ball.

His face made visible by the older boy's mutated radiance lighting their immediate surroundings, Scott proposed, "Eye on eye?"

"The eyes have it," Frank accepted. "Thought you only knew one kind of b-ball anymore."

"Feels that way," Scott did not bother to deny as he dribbled forward. Lifting himself off the pavement with ease, he performed a slam-dunk. "What's eatin' you? High school, college, big wedding, big changes, girls?"

"You're one heck of a narrator." With a bothered rub to his arm, Frank took hold of the ball again.

After several more shots exchanged between them, both eyes called it a night with a tie since neither had kept score so well. They settled on the nearby bench together. Scott held the ball, using it to prop his bowed chin slightly. Frank's pupils kept the illumination going for their general area.

Soon, Frank put forth, "Would you believe me if I told you something?"

Scott looked at him and answered, "I believe you know better than to not be straight with me after everything."

"It's WU. I'm going there for the program. I already told Erik, but he wanted me to be sure-sure before I spread the word."

Scott gave off a slight nod of approval. "Cool."

With the red shades to protect the younger one's eyes from his light, Frank tried to gauge his face. "That's it? Seriously, Scott, do you have a pulse?"

"Look, man, I'm glad, really." Scott then admitted, "But I guess I was sort of bracing for the worst here. Seems like everybody is leaving. Sean, Maya, Cordy. Angel's going to be busy with college and her modeling thing."

"Did you really think I was going to take off?"

"Not like you tried to before, but think about it, Frank. You started high school early, now they want you in college, what's next? Grad school? Medical school? Law school? I'm waiting on you to be the first eighteen-year-old Doctor-Lawyer-Professor."

Frank snickered. "And Charles will still be telling me to stand up straight and watch my grammar. But, man," he touched Scott's shoulder, "I never meant to breeze through school like this. Believe me, I didn't plan on any of it. I definitely wasn't trying to leave you behind. I'm sorry."

"Well, you should be," Scott mock fumed. "Making good grades, being a great influence on the younger kids. You're a real deal jerk, Frank."

"Uh oh." Frank ruffled his hair with a smirk. "Somebody forgot to feed the Cyclops."

Scott pretended to bite at his hand. "He only has the one eye. And that's pretty much useless if the Lighthouse is out."

Somber now, Frank looked closely at him. "You think that's a one-sided deal? I barely have my head on straight without you, Scott."

When Frank started scratching his shoulder again, Scott said, "Yeah, there's proof right there. Does it hurt?"

Frank pushed up his sleeve. "It's been itching on and off."

"Did you put cream on it?"

"Yeah, still driving me nuts. Hank said there's no infection. I'll have him check it out again tomorrow."

"Good." Scott next suggested, "Come on. We better get inside before Vic and Wolverine give us the warning."

Resisting the urge to worsen the area around his tattoo by scratching, Frank followed him into their dwelling.

IIIIIII

Initially perturbed at his younger brother's keen knack for practicing kung-fu moves whenever they shared a bed, Sean really reacted to the child's shaking. Getting the reading lamp on, he managed to get a grip on Tommy to slow his vigorous movements.

"Baby man," Sean opened up his arms when the little boy inched in, "what's the matter? You have a nightmare?" He felt him nod against his shirt. "What about?"

"Gunshots," Tommy whispered.

Sean smiled a little. "Watching all those westerns with the guys probably got to you. Stay put. I'll get you some water." Tommy nodded and laid back against their pillows. It did not take Sean long to return with the cool cup in hand. "Here we go, baby man."

Tommy sat up enough to sip the water then looked into his brother's face. "Seanie, you don't go flying at night anymore, do you?"

Eyes darkening as the flood of memories rushed him all at once, Sean shook his head, partly to clear it. "No, no, not anymore. I promise." He placed the cup on the night table after Tommy finished and clicked off the lamp. "Do you think about that night a lot?" He lowered close to the child.

Tommy put his hand over Sean's as he whispered, "What they did to you."

"Don't worry. Don't even think about it." Giving him both his arms, Sean kissed his forehead. "I won't let it happen again."

Tommy shut his eyes. Me, either…

IIIIIII

After several minutes of close examination, Hank determined, "Your skin has developed an allergy to this tattoo."

"What?" Eyes widening, Frank moved into an upright position on the exam bed. "I thought you said it wasn't infected."

"There's no infection," Hank reassured, "but your body is definitely rejecting the ink. That's why this rash worsened overnight like this." Hank gave him a look under his glasses. "You should have come to me yesterday with this."

"I didn't think it was this bad," Frank defended. "Can I do anything about it?"

"I have salves to treat the rash, but what's left of your tattoo won't be recognizable if this ink continues bleeding this way." At Frank's lowering head, Hank cupped his chin to raise his eyes again. "I know this wasn't just a wild stunt; that this tattoo meant something to you. I'm certainly sorry you had to sit through the pain of it."

"What should I do?" Frank asked in a whisper.
"Once we treat this rash, I believe I have a natural means to rid you of the ink since it's still relatively fresh. It will hurt a little, but I'll give you something for that." Frank nodded and Hank wrapped a comforting arm around him.

IIIIIII

Flesh made animate and eyes somehow sharper, the Headmaster toweled off and situated himself before his mirror. While his damp hair air-dried, he inwardly criticized the dark brown strands showing signs of scruffiness due to his lack of time for the barbershop. Using a fingerful of shaving cream, he exercised his razor with carefully precise swipes to tidy the edges of his beard. He decided between the multitude of aftershave lotions gifted to him by his children and a few other members of the family. Erik went with a splash of oatmeal-honey. He remembered Raven insisting it would help him unwind. True or not, Erik approved of the subtle scent. He departed his private bathroom in boxers and an undershirt then sat on the side of the mattress to put on socks.

When he found his ankle seized by a small appendage, the man did not so much as wiggle a toe. "Did you slip into a rabbit hole down there? Took you long enough to strike."

The child in basketball patterned pajamas slid out from under the bed with brightly curious eyes. "How'd you know I was here? You steal the Prof's powers?"

"No need." Erik bent forward to further inform him, "Not when you're breathing so heavily on a quiet morning. Not to mention that unmistakable smell of warm strawberry." He used his thumb to wipe away a bit of the gooey evidence from the corner of the boy's mouth.

"Stupid pop tart," Tommy grumbled.

Entirely amused expression in place, Erik grabbed him up. "It seems I have much more to teach you while you're here."

Tommy started to smile until he remembered the dry-cleaned suit hanging from the bedroom door. "You're going to work today, right?"

Erik nodded, bringing him in to hold nearer a moment. "We'll be home early today, but with our time away along with Charles and Raven preoccupied, Emma and I want to check in on the mutant patients. Sean has a performance this afternoon?"

"Yeah, some fancy lunch spot in the city. Cody and Joey are going with their dads today, too. It's gonna be dead dull."

"I very much doubt that in this house," Erik refuted, only half-kidding. He sent soothing fingers through the boy's hair. "Emma and I will be home by four. You'll have fun here with the others."

Offering the man a big grin, Tommy put forth, "I'd have more fun if you let me come with you…"

"No," Erik automatically denied, holding onto him and keeping eye contact as he moved to stand. "In Spanish, no. In French, no. In Polish, nie. In Gaelic…"

"There are no official words for yes or no," Tommy filled in.

Erik's lips quirked in satisfaction. "Bright boy. But then, I already knew that." He swelled internally at the child's smile. "Come, my trusty valet," he carried him towards the closet, "help me select a tie."

IIIIIII

"Father's Day is kind of an institution around here." Currently folding dryer fresh clothes on her bed, Jessie kept the receiver juggled between her shoulder and ear masterfully. "Saturday, first-class breakfast of his favorites and dinner out wherever he wants. This year, we scored him tickets to the Yankees game on Sunday."

Seated behind the desk in the Mag Cave, Frank replied, "That's too cool for mortal comprehension."

"I know," Jessie concurred shamelessly. "He gets Daddy/son-in-law time with Mason, but after the game he's under girl ownership again."

"If only more parents would realize they only amount to legal property."

"If only." Frank heard the airy humor in her voice. "So, what do you guys do?"

"Father's Day really isn't a big deal around here." Reclining in the chair, Frank propped his feet on the desk. "Just your basic parade, laser light show, crates of confetti bursting from the sky, bells, drums, the Monkees bailed on us but the Beatles RSVPed, and right before dinner, the governor makes his address."

"What, no presidential appearance?" Jessie said glibly.

Frank responded, "There would be if he was the actual president and not just the guy keeping his buddy's chair warm."

"You're so mean."

"Yes, I am. So," Frank took a spin in the seat, "what're you doing later?"

"Who wants to know?" Jessie asked in turn.

"The guy who can't get you out of his head," Frank told her. "How about ending his suffering?"

She paused briefly before she replied, "My pleasure. If he can hold out a little longer. I'm at the restaurant until two-thirty."

"That totally works," Frank said sanguinely. "I promised my buddy I'd go to his baseball practice. Afterwards, I could mosey over to your neck of Westchester."

"Mosey?" Jessie repeated with laughter in her tone. "Will there be actual horses involved? Because then I'm so in."

"If I attach a saddle to my bike, does that count?"

Jessie relaxed on her clothing stack for a moment. "Take down my address, please."

Hastily going for one of Erik's sophisticated writing aides, Frank's suddenly sweaty palms had to do a bit of juggling to keep the pen from flying off the desk.

IIIIIII

When the Xavier trio departed the parking lot, Joey took in Hunter High School's outstanding campus. Between the beautiful brick that made up the building and the dazzlingly lush courtyard, it reminded Joey more of WU than Westchester High. He glanced down at his baby brother and found Brian seemed equally impressed. Charles and Joey kept Brian between them, each with a firm grasp on his bitty hands. All three dressed in matching shades of teal tops and navy pants. To Joey's relief, his father had not insisted on head-to-toe formal attire for the trek into Manhattan. The brothers wore short-sleeve corduroy shirts. Also in cropped sleeves, Charles had on a dress shirt with light gray tie, but had decided on a buttoned vest instead of a jacket due to the warm air. He carried a black baby bag over his shoulder that greater resembled a duffle due to its largeness.

After they made it up the steps and through the main entrance, Joey gazed about at the well-lit hallway. The sandy ceiling, walls, and polished floor gave it greater radiance. Joey enjoyed the sight of lavender and white since most schools and places in general only ever seemed to use some variation on red and blue. Because of summer vacation, they did not see too many people. Those they did pass, especially women, could not resist squealing over Brian, who only stared back at the strangers with fanciful shiny eyes. When his own cuteness received mention, Joey whispered appreciation while trying to avoid eye contact.

Smiling at his little one's blush, Charles said, "You're a dashing young prince. Laci is not the only female who notices."

Joey came back with, "But she's the only one I want to notice."

"My little heartbreaker," Charles remarked fondly.

They stopped off in the office long enough for Charles to sign them in. The telepath managed to locate the designated room without need for direction. Inside the spacious area, two horizontal rows of three tables had been setup. Multiple youths, consisting of twelve boys and five girls, lingered around the classroom chatting. The heads of the science and history departments promptly ended their own conversation to greet the Xaviers. They both shook hands with Charles and Joey had to resist flinching when one of the stout males ruffled his hair a bit. Even more, he did not care for them tapping Brian's chin and picked his brother up immediately after. Sensing his older boy's discomfort, Charles touched a hand to his back that soothed Joey on contact.

With a near ear-splitting whistle leaving his lips, the history head silenced the students and called them to order. After they took their seats, the science head introduced the Professor. The young ones acknowledged him with applause. The other men stepped to the side in observation while Charles took to the podium. Joey moved to stand alongside him.

"Good morning, everyone," Charles warmly greeted, "and thank you for signing up for my presentation. It's activities like today that will give you the leg-up during the college application process. I'm quite privileged to have my boys accompanying me today." He placed his hand on the taller one's head. "This is my Little Charles, though we all use his middle name, Joey. Expect to see his work in art museums across the city in only a matter of years." Joey smiled and waved at them. "And this nipper is Brian." Charles tickled his baby's cheek. "I only pray you don't see his mugshot in post offices across the city in only a matter of years."

The other children laughed and Brian let off a contented chirp.

Charles next asked his sons, "Do you want to stay up here with Daddy or would you like the full experience?" Holding onto Brian, Joey went to fill a spare seat at the front right-hand table. "You'll find that Joey is a bit of an oddity. He has yet to figure out that listening to me is akin to fingernail-extraction. I suppose he simply has that iron will."

Joey's pleasant expression remained as he eyed the entertained teenagers, all with full focus on the Professor. He also noticed that the girls took up most of the front chairs. The one beside the brothers flashed a friendly smile at them periodically.

When Joey received a good glimpse of her green irises, about a shade darker than Becky's, he whispered, "Your eyes are so pretty."

Clearly taken aback by the compliment, she touched a hand to the front of her chest and uttered, "Thank you."

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Charles spoke, "but you all just completed sophomore year, yes?" At their nods and verbal affirmations, he said, "Wonderful and I do hope you enjoyed it." Though his face stayed amiable, his tone became matter-of-fact. "Because this fall, the real academic rigor and extensive hard work that comes with it begins. The lack of pressure during sophomore year is so often taken for granted by students on the high school and even university level. During your upcoming junior year, you will face tremendous scrutiny in the classroom, clubs, and athletics. These are the grades and test scores most considered by college admission boards. I personally wish nothing short of success and prosperity for each of you and obviously you want the same or you wouldn't be in here with me on such a lovely day."

"I'd stay in with him any day."

"His accent, oh my God…"

Joey clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from giggling over the murmurs between two girls.

With Charles filling the board and most of the children either following his words or taking notes on him, the pair of department heads took their leave. Maneuvering to reach inside his bag without jostling Brian, Joey retrieved his sketch pad and charcoal pencil.

"Joooe," Brian took the pencil and banged on the pad with it, "me, toooo…"

Not wanting their father interrupted, Joey made haste in digging out paper and crayons for Brian to create as well. With the baby happily scribbling, the older blonde began outlining the full form of the Xavier elder in his own realm at the board.

IIIIIII

Attired in full red and black athletic X-Apparel, the raven-haired boy stood in various heroic poses in front of Sean's mirror. He next snatched the sword up by its handle, whacking the lengthy plastic in every direction. Once he cleared his brother's room of invisible evildoers, he continued into the hall. Reaching the main level, Tommy exercised the best stealth he could as he tipped towards the Havok Hovel. He followed the sound of masculine voices. He started to rush them by surprise, but stopped that plan before he gave it motion. Remembering the policy against running in either gym, Tommy also knew he did not want to catch a penalty from the oldest Erik Kid regardless. Peering in, he found the male Cave dwellers. While Alex's legs practically blurred on the treadmill, Leon acted as spotter while Frank bench-pressed.

Trotting in with an air of nonchalance, Tommy greeted, "Hey, fellas."

Leon faced the boy's way and Alex returned, "Hey, Tommy. Maya get Sean over to his gig?"

"Uh huh." Tommy came close to read Alex's stats on the electronic display, resulting in enlarged eyes on his part. "Whoa, you've been on incline for forty minutes."

"Got to step it up," Alex insisted. "I didn't have time to get my usual run in this morning."

At Frank's fortieth lift, Leon determined, "And your arms are officially in hibernation until tonight," and situated the bar on top of the machine.

"Not an issue, trust me." Face, pits, and chest drenched in sweat, Frank made a display of rolling off the bench to the mat below. "I'm spent."

Going over as if to examine him, Tommy smirked, "Gross, your face looks like ketchup's about to blow outta your ears."

Frank only gave him a look. "Remind me to deck you when my arms are done dying."

Tommy hopped on top of the bench and beseeched, "Set it up for me, Lee."

"Not a chance," Alex promptly shot down.

"I'm afraid you're slightly under regulation weight," Leon explained. "By a few… thirty or forty pounds."

Tommy countered, "So? I'm under regulation height for basketball and I'm still a starter."

"Wreck your arms and see how long that stays true," Alex pointed out, easing into a cooldown on his machine.

Knowing that to be valid, Tommy uttered, "D- Dang."

Biting back a smirk, Frank sat up. "Yeah, they used to stick me in the Little Guy League, too. Still can't believe you're into this stuff. Before he started trying to get pumped for real, Sean always wound up daydreaming or writing something in the gym."

Alex mentioned, "Usually a letter to you," resulting in Tommy's brightened countenance.

Gripping Leon's offered wrist for assistance standing, Frank invited, "Come on over here, kid." Hopping down from the bench, Tommy followed him to the climbing wall. "When I was twelve, Erik took me into the woods for one on one survival training. While I was obsessed with building muscle, he told me I need to get the hang of pulling my own weight first. Go on and see how fast you can make it to the top."

With a nod, Tommy clutched two of the colorful grips and began his ascension.

Stepping over in quiet observation, Leon kept eyes peeled for any possible slipping or other miscalculation on the short child's part. Off his machine, Alex watched while removing neck and face sweat with his towel.

"You can go faster than that," coaxed Frank. "If you were trying to flee from a volcano, the lava would've gobbled your feet by now."

"Not if I stay away from you," countered Tommy. "Your face looks like an eruption waiting to happen."

Alex snickered softly and Leon's lips quirked.

Frank folded his arms. "Okay, mighty midget, how about this? Get to the top and you never have to do homework again for the rest of your life."

Eyes gleaming at the mere notion of such a wondrous opportunity, Tommy's pace rapidly increased.

When the boy neared the top, Leon remarked positively to Frank, "You and Dad with these motivational techniques."

Frank formed a self-satisfied expression at that.

Once at the peak, Tommy hollered, "Oh yeah," and pumped his right fist victoriously.

"Keep both hands on the wall," Alex briskly ordered in such a way it made the boy clutch the grips tighter.

"Yeah," Frank called up. "It's ten points off if you go splat."

"Not gonna happen," Tommy claimed. "I had a backup plan the whole time."

Frank came back with a skeptical, "Yeah, what?"

Tommy informed, "I was gonna land on you."

"Oh, funny. Lucky for me you're a lightweight." Frank next realized, "Geez, need to hose off before practice starts."

"You mean before the Cyclops shifts from private to drill sergeant," Alex said knowingly then looked to Tommy. "You want to come watch the Jaguars practice?"

"Yep." Easing his way down, Tommy stopped at the halfway point and reached one arm out for Leon.

Taking the cue, the youngest instructor lifted Tommy at his waist to get him off the wall. He started to bring the boy to his feet, but he wound his arm around his neck. Leon decided to fulfill the quiet request to carry him after the others.

II

With a sharp whistle that could easily be mistaken for an overheated tea kettle, Scott bellowed upward, "What is the hold-up? You mixing molasses or something? We need to get the van loaded already."

Both in jeans as well as official Jaguar baseball jerseys and caps, the sisters descended from the loft. They each carried a box containing individual sweet and salty snack options.

"Scott, baby, we're going to get there, I promise," Angel placated sardonically, heading for the second floor stairs next. "You need to calm down, knowing good and well that high blood pressure runs in your family…"

Samantha paused with a slight sneer for him. "And don't whistle at us. What do you think we are, dogs?"

"No," Scott mocked her expression, "you're a snooty royal pain like your cat."

Samantha shrugged dismissively, "It's not Midnight's fault he's better than you," and walked onward with an uninhibited haughtiness about her.

Scott flinched at the abrupt, albeit mild, thump to the top of his head. He peered back, finding the mountain of a mutant elder behind him.

Victor tossed him the assault weapon in the form of the cap. "You left that upstairs."

"Man, I almost forgot." Scott completed his Jaguar warmup attire with the headpiece. "Thanks, Coach. I put the extra equipment by the van already." He pointed out the blue cooler the man had with him. "I can take that."

"You can take it easy on those arms, Shades. You know we need 'em this weekend." Victor did not miss the glowing impression that appeared on Scott's face as he hoisted and placed the cooler on one shoulder. "I got this. You run up and grab my clipboard off the couch."

"On it."

Victor watched the lean child dart up the loft steps two at a time, making his chest emit a purring chuckle. That's my boy.

II

You've got to accentuate the positive

Eliminate the negative

Latch on to the affirmative

Don't mess with Mister-in-Between

Departing her room with cheer bag loaded, Becky did a doubletake at the crooning taking place in her father's quarters. She received a reading on who presently occupied the space and peered in through the slight gap in the door.

You've got to spread joy up to the maximum
Bring gloom down to the minimum

In front of the mirror that hung directly above Erik's dresser, Frank spritzed cologne on the tips of his shirt collar. He wore flared black pants and a cerulean elbow-length shirt with horizontal goldenrod stripe across the chest and shoulders. Still serenading his reflection, he danced and spun in place.

To illustrate his last remark
Jonah in the whale, Noah in the ark
What did they do
Just when everything looked so-

On his third turn he noticed his sole but ever captivated audience member. "What, you're a cheerleader and a critic? Never said I was Bing Crosby."

"Where are you going?" Becky wondered. "I thought you were coming to practice."

"I am. But I'm taking my bike because I have to clear out afterwards."

Arms crossed, Becky approached him with skepticism filling her eyes, face, and tone. "Why?"

Frank said matter-of-factly. "Because I've got an elsewhere to be."

"With Papa's cologne on?" Her lips split into a grin. "You like somebody on the squad, don't you?:

"I am not interested in your squad," Frank refuted. "And that's all you need to know, so I better not find you creeping around my head."

Becky's good-humored countenance shifted into rigid dissatisfaction. "Oh yeah, that's why I waste my breath talking to you. It's all a great big distraction so I can worm into your mind like the psychic parasite you think I am."

At the unanticipated vehemence, Frank moved swiftly to lock her into a backwards embrace before she could stalk off. "Sorry, sorry, sorry…" He pressed their cheeks together. "I'm sorry your brother's a bonehead."

"Hmph." Still, Becky softened in his grasp. "That's Alex's job. You know that."

"And it's your job to tolerate us, anyway."

"Fine." She turned to peck his cheek.

Frank smiled. "Let's get going before Scott raises Cain. And Abel." He retrieved the brown leather jacket off Erik's armchair.

Becky brought up, "It's almost eighty degrees out."

"Icing on the cake, baby sister." Spotting the shades on the dresser, Frank completed his ensemble with them. Gripping the jacket, he draped it across one shoulder and did a slow turn. "Huh, huh? How do I look?"

"Like Papa," she stated then added dourly, "So, you better not lose his stuff."

"Not gonna happen." Frank glanced into the mirror and pointed to his reflection in imitation of a pistol when he clicked his tongue.

Becky shook her head and guided them out of their father's suite.

IIIIIII

When Charles opened the floor for questions, he bit back laughter at the enthused waving arms from the few girls. He tried to keep his selection as even as possible between females and multiple male students.

"Thank you, Howard. Now…" Charles indicated a teenager with glasses and dark brown hair in braided pigtails. "Margarite."

Initial stun appeared on her face. "I cannot believe you got that right. I swear every new teacher calls me Margaret."

"They're only teachers," asserted the blonde beside her, who kept her highly attentive hazel eyes on their present educator. "Not a worldly professor."

Cradling a growing lethargic Brian, Joey sent a smile her way.

Features equally pleasant, Charles said, "You all gave me the honor of being here today. At the very least, I can address you correctly." Though, he admittedly had a leg up with such things. "Now, what were you going to say, Margarite?"

"If more and more mutations are developing, where are they? How are they not all over the news and papers?"

A ginger male behind her scoffed, "Yeah, right. Feds probably have them under lock and key."

Another boy put forth, "More like under the knife."

Charles responded to Margarite with, "In actuality, mutation has existed throughout the generations. Until recent events, mainly the nuclear age, the genetic differences were more gradual and easier to conceal. Michael, Tyler?" The two who commented before displayed faces expecting reprimand, but Charles informed, "Your remarks carry unfortunate grains of truth behind them. It is the nature of mankind to conceal- or even eliminate- that which is different. It isn't always from a place of malice but of fear. For many, nothing is more frightening than the unknown." With that, he brought his hands together in a single clap. "Alright, wonderful work thus far, ladies and gentlemen. I say now is a good time for a little recess. Remain on schoolgrounds and report back to class in forty-five minutes, please. I will understand if you lose track of time. Just as I'm sure you will understand me assigning you a dictionary page to copy for every minute you're late."

"That's not a joke," Joey cautioned the group.

The now more trepadatious teens exchanged looks as they filed out of the room.

Charles went to and crouched by his boys, touching a hand to Brian's cheek. "Is he wet?"

"Uh uh, just sleepy," Joey reported, giving his brother to their father. "Daddy, can I walk around, too? Just for a little while."

Taking her purse, the green-eyed student he shared a table with offered, "I can show him around, Professor."

Charles gave off a bob of his head. "Thank you, Emily. Enjoy yourself, little one."

With a grin, Joey departed with the girl.

Standing with Brian, Charles patted his back and murmured to him soothingly. Using one hand, he managed to reach inside his bag for the blanket folded inside. Lowering into the closest chair, Charles covered them both in the soft powder blue fleece.

II

At the Hershey bar presented to him, Joey accepted it with a hearty, "Thanks."

"Sure." Emily turned to the vending machine to acquire her own sweet treat. "You don't really have an accent. You must have been born here."

Joey ceased munching to answer her with some attempt at gentlemanly. "I was, but I'm adopted."

Emily faced him in clear astonishment. "Are you serious?" He nodded. "Wow, you look just like your dad."

"I know." Joey's eyes sparkled joyfully. "He's been my dad since I was eight. My mom adopted me before they got married and my brother was born. Dad says we were meant to have each other way before then, though. Like from the beginning of time or something."

"Huh." Emily pressed the button for a Reese's. "Before I was born, my dad told me he dreamed of a son with an iron arm, who'd be first draft pick for the NFL. Then he saw my eyes and decided to bring me home, anyway."

"They do look like real jewels," Joey reiterated.

"And you are a real prince. Glad you really exist." They proceeded through the mostly empty cafeteria together. "So, are you going to be a professor, too?"

"I wish, so I can speak in front of people the way my dad does," Joey said fancifully. "I could never be a professor, though. I'm only good at art."

"Only?" Emily echoed in disbelief. "I saw you sketching in class. You're really good. I love your detailing."

"Thanks."

"Want to check out the art room?"

"Definitely," Joey replied readily.

"I'm glad you're here," Emily said as they moved along into the hall. "I'm glad all the guys are here honestly. We're an all-girls school you know."

"You are?" Joey then realized, "That's why your colors are so pretty."

Emily laughed at that. "The boys are from our brother school. We use each other's campuses for special summer sessions."

Joey wondered, "So, you don't like going to school with just girls?"

"It's okay usually. We come together for dances and things. Plus, we can be as fat as we want the rest of the time." She took a large bite of her second peanut butter cup.

Joey continued gobbling his candy as well.

IIIIIII

On route from the girls' bathroom, the telepathic pair took note of the hanging as well as wall mounted blue banners and posters.

"This is so much better than that sickening Mother's Day crap," Anne sneered.

"Believe me, I know," concurred Becky. "And why did they have to use so much pink? Like it was Valentine's Day or something."

"And of course, there aren't nearly as many Father's Day decorations, even though men are more involved with the clubs here." Anne shook her head in disdain. "But no, it's all about the precious incubators. So glad my father takes us away in May."

"Gonna need you to turn that frown upside down, chica bonita."

Anne tried to keep her delight over the approaching boy's presence shrouded. "Why don't you make me?"

Walking alongside his captain, Scott shared a humored gaze with Becky.

Coming to stand directly before she who had his eyes locked, Gary requested, "Think you guys could give us a sec?"

Becky simply responded, "We'll see you out there."

Slipping an arm around her, Scott teased over his shoulder, "Don't miss practice, you guys…"

"Don't get socked, Summers," Gary countered before facing the one directly before him again. "Did I say that, right? Bonita chica?"

"Perfecto," Anne confirmed.

"I so credit my B in Spanish to you. So, think you're ready?"

"For tomorrow? The Little League and their cheer brigade will be the shame of the city when we're done with them."

"Can't argue with you there, babe, but I mean when this is all over." Gary took her hands, raising them slightly. "I want to talk to your dad finally."

"Gary," Anne reacted in alarm, "I already told you. He—"

"He doesn't play around when it comes to you," Gary cut in. "I get that, really. All I want is for him to give me a shot, but that won't happen unless I can talk to him about us."

Anne sighed, "Gary…"

He only countered, "Anne."

"Look, can we just get through this Little League thing first?" she implored. "Please?"

With a few seconds of thought, Gary nodded.

On their way to join their teammates, Anne gripped his left hand between both of hers.

IIIIIII

While the trek into Mount Kisco probably only would have taken forty minutes with the right momentum, the young X-Man's trip took a little over an hour. Intermittent stops to cleanse his visible skin of sweat and re-apply deodorant accounted for much of the additional time. However, Frank also found his preferred mode of transportation problematic. He fidgeted frequently while riding the Stingray, mentally kicking himself for not thinking to raise the seat before he left.

Soon and with the navigational assistance of a few people he passed, the designated address came into view. Pedaling down the path, Frank reached the property. Towering trees shaded most of the off-white colonial. Bushes and shorter trees lined along the house with freshly cut grass and various flowers making up the rest of the lawn. A white fountain stood off to the side with water active. Both ends of the house sported driveways for the attached garages. The right looked to be able to hold two cars while the left appeared to be able to handle three. Every window came with green shutters and Frank gazed up at the central second floor balcony.

Detaching from his bike, Frank wheeled it up the few steps that led to the wide tangerine door. With a final check for unwanted odor and wetness, he tried to glide fingers through his hair, but remembered his helmet. He removed it and fixed his short brown locks. Carrying the jacket across one shoulder again, he at last rang the bell. When more than a minute went by with not even a word of response, he vexed if a second ring would make him seem irritatingly impatient. He did not have to debate for long when approaching footsteps and unlatching sounded. Once the door opened, Frank discovered a smaller brunette female than he originally expected to see.

Standing in a yellow and white summer dress and daisy sandals, she informed, "Jessica's too pretty to come to the door. Frank, right?"

With a nod, he came back with, "And you're Zoey."

"Yes." Peering side to side with intent, she looked at him again. "Is Sean with you?"

"No such luck," Frank replied. "He's actually doing a show right now. Any chance you'll let me in, anyway? Please, please, please…"

Stepping to one side, Zoey opened walk space for. "Welcome." She dipped in a quick curtsy.

Frank smiled and bobbed his head in turn. "Thank you, pretty lady."

"You can leave that here." Zoey showed him the spot in the foyer where they kept umbrellas, boots, and other rain gear.

Frank situated his bike behind the boots and used the kickstand to prop it, laying his jacket on the handlebars. He then fully took in the foyer, made up of dark hardwood floors and furniture with cream walls.

"Follow me." Appointing herself tour guide, Zoey pointed out the double doors on the left, "That's the dining room," the lengthy archway to the right, "Living room. We don't use it much, but it always has to be spic and span for when Daddy's business people are over."

"Gotcha," Frank fully comprehended.

"Closet. That's the guest bathroom if you have to go." Zoey brought them past the staircase. "Daddy's office."

Frank followed her through another archway into the grand kitchen. "Wow." He gazed about the extensive cabinetry, L-shaped countertop with appliances, and island with barstools. "This is nice- I like that." He pointed out the breakfast room that maintained a nice distance from the actual cooking space He honed in on Zoey's gaping eyes. "What?"

"Most men only spend two seconds in here. Except our dad, but he's a chef."

"Ah, right. I help with cooking at home." Frank reacted to mewing and spotted the ivory creature curled up on a barstool. "Oh, hey, we have one of you, too, except in black."

Zoey went over to lift the cat into a cradling hold. "This is Eva."

"Hey, girl." After she sniffed his fingers, Frank stroked the top of her head.

"Oh, big surprise." Frank immediately glanced up at the voice, finding the girl in lime dress headed their way through the breakfast room. "Leave you two alone for five seconds…" Making a show of waving a jade hand fan, Jessie poked her sister's cheek with it. "Do I steal your gentlemen callers?"

"You can have him," said Zoey dismissively. "He cooks," she frowned slightly, "but he doesn't sing." She carried Eva over to the drawer they kept her treats in while the teens stood in amusement.

Folding her arms casually, Jessie surmised, "So, you found the place."

Frank stuck his hands in his pants pockets. "Eh, happen to be in the neighborhood…"

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, it was wild," Frank went on. "Just cruising on my Stingray when I collapsed out of nowhere. And there I was in the gutter, totally helpless, people gathering around, asking my name, if I need help, but the whole time all I could say was "Jessica"." He laid his palm over his chest intensely. "Jessica, Jessica, I beseech you, take me to her or put me out of my misery now…"

Managing to keep her face straight through his put-upon recollection, Jessie accused sharply, "Liar!... Gutters are outlawed in Westchester."

Frank snapped his fingers in faux frustration. "It's always that one detail that unravels everything." He faced her genuinely now. "It's really good to see you, Jessie."

Giving him a smile, she inched in to share a hug with him.

"Jessica? Jess, did—" They both turned to the kitchen doorway. Adorned in long mahogany belted skirt, coral V-neck blouse, and her hair in a wraparound updo, the young woman eyed the two. "And who do we have here?"

"Frank Tolbert." Jessie further clarified, "From the club?"

She came closer with an unreadable expression. "Yes, of course."

"Frank, this is my older sister," Jessie introduced, "Ashley Jarvis-Petro."

Giving his palm a brief swipe to eliminate sweat, Frank offered his hand. "It's really nice to meet you. I've heard about you and Zoey from Jessie."

Ashley shook with him. "We may have heard one or two things ourselves."

"So," Frank attempted to press on, "Jessie and I talk on the phone, but we haven't seen each other since that night. I was hoping we could catch a movie or something. We'll be home early."

Ashley looked to consider it momentarily. "To be honest, Frank, we've only lived here for six months. With you over in North Salem, you don't even go to school together. I'm not comfortable consenting to Jess going out with a boy we don't know without speaking to our father first. He and my husband won't be in until dinnertime." She developed a small smile. "Will you join us?"

Jessie tugged on his arm encouragingly.

From dejected to elated countenance, Frank said, "Absolutely, thanks." He next remembered, "I just need to call my house first."

Ashley gestured towards the kitchen extension on the countertop closest to the refrigerator.

Retrieving a chilled bottle to freshen up Eva's water bowl, Zoey flashed Frank a good-natured expression.

While he made his call, Jessie touched wrists with Ashley and mouthed, "Thank you."

Ashley sent a secretive glint from her brown eyes into her sister's blue.

IIIIIII

Skin and hair made anew by her post-practice shower, Becky dressed in her flowing violet skirt and eggshell top. She put on a purple headband to keep her black strands out of her face and tried not to fret at the snail pace of healing earlobes. Torah and journal, she made her way downstairs and settled at her father's desk to read and write.

Venturing into the Mag Cave not long after her, Tommy petitioned, "Becky?'

She raised her head to the younger child. "Tommy? What's the matter?" She left the chair to go to him.

When she touched his forehead, Tommy insisted, "I'm not sick."

"It's your mind," Becky observed. "So shaken." She looked into his face with worry apparent and heavy. "Are you okay?"

"I wanted to ask you…" Tommy searched for words that came remotely close to acceptable. "Those… what those men did to your dad."

Expression remaining kind, Becky shook her head. "I don't like thinking about those camps. Not just because of what they did but what they're still doing to the people who made it out. Papa used to get so upset just thinking about his parents. My grandparents are more than dust and ash scattered across Germany." She smiled thoughtfully. "Grandma Edie used to sing whole stories to Papa at night. Most of the songs she played on piano were by ear. She loved dancing as a girl, like me. No matter how tired Grandpa Jakob was from working, he always took time to take Papa fishing in the summer. Even if he got in really late, he looked in on him every night. He was so tall. Papa says his shadow was like a warm blanket."

Tommy smiled feebly back at her. "Erik was telling me about him last night."

"Really?" Becky responded serenely.

The boy nodded then brought up, "But, um, Becky, I didn't mean Erik. I was talking about your dad from the CIA."

"Oh." Becky appeared to inwardly re-evaluate as if the notion had never crossed her own mind. "What made you think about that? Did Sean say something?"

Carefully evading that, Tommy said, "I just want to know how- or why I guess. Why are you so happy and Leon's not?"

"… I wish I knew," Becky answered honestly. "Ever since he came here, I wanted him to know that we're his family and what happened before doesn't matter. I don't know if it's selfish or what, but I wish he could forget about everything before he got here."

"Can't you do that?" Tommy put forth. "With your powers? You can make people forget things."

"Oh, Tommy, only Uncle Charles is that powerful," Becky emphasized. "We have to use it sometimes to keep our secrets, but deleting memories- whole pasts- that is too dangerous."

"Man," Tommy grumbled, crossing his arms, "always a catch."

"Tell me about it," Becky sympathized. "And Tommy?" He glanced her way again. "I'm not always so happy." Before he could speak, she reacted to activity at the front of the house. "Papa and Auntie Em."

Suit jacket already off, Erik did not have time enough to remove his hat next. Emma watched in delight as the dark-haired duo charged at him.

"Hi, Mama Emma," Tommy greeted before latched onto the man. "Erik!"

Weary features restored by their presences, Erik opened his right arm to Becky. He knelt slightly to properly secure them both into his impermeable lock.

"Imps," he named, squeezing them.

Detecting her inactive Xavier males, Emma asked, "When did Uncle Charles and the boys get back?"

"Like twenty minutes ago," Becky estimated. "They wanted to rest before dinner."

"Hang this in my room for me, please." Erik handed her his jacket. "Thank you, ladybug. Gum, left pocket."

Putting on the men's garment that completely swam on her petite frame, Becky headed for the stairs with Emma.

"How are the mutants?" Tommy inquired.

"Some… had a better day than others," Erik responded. "What about you?"

"We worked out in Havok's gym- I got to the top of the climbing wall in like a second. We watched the Jaguars get ready to cream those creeps tomorrow. Ooh, me, Lee, and Alex worked on their bikes in the garage." Tommy let off a little snicker. "Alex thought I was gonna be as clueless around tools as Sean and our dad."

"Just the guys, hm?" Erik surmised. "I hate that I missed it. Was Frank with you?"

"Yeah, but he went off on his bike somewhere after Scott's practice." Tommy recalled humorously, "He smelled like you."

"Really?" Noting that in his mind, Erik next asked, "Is Cody home yet?" Tommy shook his head. "Then what do you say," he picked up the boy as he stood, "to a bit of swords training?"

"Just the two of us?" Tommy grinned.

Erik transferred his hat over to the giddy child's head. "If you're so daring."

"You bet, old man."

"Get changed and downstairs in twenty minutes," Erik returned him to his feet, "young man."

"Ha, I'm good in fifteen." He turned to jet for the stairs.

A throat clearing from the mutant elder cased Tommy's running into a brisk and continued enthused walking pace.

IIIIIIII

Feet enjoying the cool water of the oval shaped pool, the inquisitive brown eyes peered around the unfamiliar surroundings. While not nearly as vast as the Xavier Mansion grounds, the Jarvis' backyard still boasted its own exquisite elegance. They had one large section dedicated to the vegetable garden, which offered a bounty of greens, carrots, tomatoes, peppers, and others. Zoey came out a couple times to gather cucumbers and sweet potatoes to aide Ashley in the kitchen. He had offered to assist, but they insisted on him relaxing as a guest.

Peering over his shoulder, he watched Jessie carry glasses, plates, and cutlery for the outdoor table on the deck. She used a maroon cloth with matching napkins and with his keen vision, Frank made out a red and white pattern on the ceramic dishes. When she finished, Jessie came to him with a colorful advertisement he almost mistook for a magazine. Getting out of her sandals. Jessie joined him in feet soaking.

"Marigold's." Frank then read the menus tagline. "Authentic Greek Cuisine since 1955."

"Yeah, except back then it was more like Authentic Greek Carry-Out," Jessie admitted fondly. "We rented this dinky storefront under the two-bedroom we lived in."

Frank looked through the extensive food selection. "Now, your dad has five altogether?"

"Yes, we run these boroughs," Jessie quipped. "But I never saw us opening one anywhere near Westchester. Let alone moving here."

Frank looked at her directly. "Has that part been good or bad?"

"More good," she determined. "School's been alright. Dad was right when he said we needed to start over." Jessie glanced around their property. "And we all love this house. Exactly what our parents wanted for us."

Giving off a bob of his head, Frank found himself entranced by the way the sun exulted her features no matter how she moved her head.

Attention fully on him now, Jessie put forth, "Now, let's have a little Frank focus."

"A rarity," he remarked glibly.

"No, really, because I swear I've been trying to piece together your puzzle of weirdness," Jessie told him. "Your dad's home with you in North Salem… but your "dad" is also a marine. Sean's your brother, but the last names don't match up." She then realized, "And that part really isn't my business."

"No, it's cool," Frank reassured. "Okay, how to explain this…" He tossed at his hair in thought. "My father is a marine and my mother's on a missionary gig. I have two biological brothers. Linny, the older one, is with Mom and the pipsqueak, Jeff, is with Dad. But that jacket you see me in, who I'm always talking about, is my, um, school dad, Erik. Three years ago, I was picked to go to this special, gifted school place, the Xavier Institute. Charles Xavier is Erik's adoptive brother and they run the place."

"But you go to regular school, too?"

"Yeah, the institute is for these specialized classes," Frank continued. "It's invitation only and there's so few of us that we're family. Erik is my dad and Sean's one of my brothers, even though Charles is Sean's school dad. Does that make sense?"

After several seconds of still silence, Jessie came back with, "You are such an overachiever. Here I thought my background would be the fascinating anecdote."

"Are you kidding? Your folks sound amazing." Frank held up the menu. "They built a whole chain from scratch."

"Jess?" Zoey appeared at the rear door. "Dad and Mase just pulled in."

At that, Frank moved to get his socks and shoes back on.

Once they had both pairs of their feet properly covered again, the teenagers made the trek across the lawn together. Frank rushed ahead to get the door for her and Jessie linked their arms when he came in after her. In the kitchen, they found a tanned male with short, wavy hair and stubble of deep brown. Completely towering Ashley, he kept arms wound around her from behind while she stirred at the stove.

After letting him taste a spoonful worth of her culinary concoction, Ashley acknowledged the younger ones present. "Honey, this is Frank Tolbert. Frank, this is my husband, Mason Petro."

Mason appeared to search his memories. "Tolbert…?"

Ashley tapped the side of his jaw "From Sister Night at the Monte Cristo?"

"Ohhh, right." Mason rested his chin in her hair, facing the newcomer. "Prince Charming. How's it going, man? Good to meet you."

Unsure of what specifically to say, Frank merely returned, "You, too."

The baritone of, "A to Z," sounded next.

Frank had no time to ponder that as Zoey came into the kitchen doorway attached to a tall gentleman. Wide-shouldered with lush ebony hair and low trimmed beard, he wore all black except for an unzipped moto jacket in blue.

"A to Z?" Frank echoed.

"Ashley to Zoey," Jessie clarified. She let go of Frank to walk over to the man. "And me, monkey in the middle."

"Aw, baby, I keep telling you you're not a monkey." He sent his free arm around her and kissed her head. "My little ferret."

"Ferret?" Jessie appeared disgruntled. "Daddy, really? Can't I at least be something exotic like a chinchilla?"

"Chin-chil-la," he annunciated in jest, tickling noses with her. "Alright, where's the gentleman caller?"

Tugging on her father's wrist, Zoey pointed to the boy in question.

"Frank," Jessie spoke, "this is our dad, Nik Jarvis."

"Sir." Hoping his speed did not come off as running, Frank presented his hand. "It's an honor to meet you."

Accepting the youth's shake, Nik mentioned, "I hear you're a dreamboat, but you don't sing."

With a slight smile, Frank said, "I can only confirm that second part."

"You men will have to pick this up later," Ashley piped up, getting all to face her way. "Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. Wash and prepare," she batted away her husband's attempts to linger in her presence, "for the table, please."
"Come on, son." Nik guided them along. "Before she condemns us to the sunporch."

Mason chuckled in his chest.

Turning to Jessie, Frank wanted to know, "How old is your dad?"

"He'll make forty his next birthday." Jessie also explained, "They had Ash when they were nineteen. Got married at seventeen."

Understanding now, Frank uttered, "Ohhhh…"

Right on the minute, Mason and Nik joined them on the deck, both attired in clean slacks and button-down shirts. Frank, Jessie, and Zoey sat on one side of the table while Nik, Ashley, and Mason lined across from them. A loaded salad, chicken and potato casserole, bowtie pasta with tomato sauce from scratch, wheat rolls, plain and chocolate milk, and sliced sweet potatoes filled the table.

After Nik led the grace, Frank sat in captivation over the food. "Ashley, this looks incredible."

"Enjoy as much as you like," Ashley encouraged nonchalantly. "I'll pack dessert for you to have at home if you run out of room."

"Thanks." Taking the cue, Frank began by picking up the dish closest to him.

For the first few minutes, the conversation consisted of passing the food options back and forth coupled with euphoric comments on the taste.

Remembering something, Ashley looked between her sisters. "Did you remember to take your Vitamin C? The new multi?"

"Before Frank came over," Jessie affirmed.

Frank looked to her in concern. "You two getting over a cold?"

"No," Jessie shook her head, "it's all precaution. Zoey gets sick so easily."

The little girl informed, "I was born two months early."

"Really?" Frank eyed her closer. "You look totally fine."

"She is fine," Nik waved off. "Had us camped out at that hospital all because she couldn't wait to pop out. You should see her on Christmas." He gave his youngest a special smile before facing their guest. "I hear you're a June baby, too."

Glancing briefly at Jessie, Frank said, "We're taking over."

Reaching for another roll, Nik asked, "So, you're going into your sophomore year, too?"

"Actually, I'm out of high school." Frank became mildly tense at every pair of eyes abruptly aimed at him. "Well, almost. I did decent on this test thing, so I qualify for this summer program to graduate and maybe start college early."

Giving Frank a small twinge of déjà vu, Nik wanted to know, "How old are you?"

"Fifteen." Frank then amended, "Well, soon."

Ashley peered over at Jessie in disbelief, who only offered a lighthearted shrug.

Mouth open and voice in a daze, Mason said, "I only graduated number ten in my class."

"Get out of here," Nik gestured with his thumb. "No room for your dead weight."

When Mason made a show of nearly rising, Ashley seized his arm to reel him back in.

IIIIIII

Taking time to observe the ball play between the two, Alex made a path for them.

"Bugsy," he called to, getting Trav to look up, "your mom wants you to get ready for your bath."

"Kay, Uncle Alex." Trav removed his glove and headed into the mansion.

Scott shook his head. "I'm saddled with small fries."

"Tell me about it," Alex swiped the ball from him, "littest Summers."

"Whatever," Scott jabbed his with his elbow to snatch it back, "big dope Summers. I'm getting taller and you know it."

"You can mutate into Sasquatch for all I care," Alex shrugged. "Still be a twerp." Scott made a half-hearted attempt to sneer at him. "Stuck on tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah," Scott sighed. "It's worse than last year."

"The winning streak, right?" At the surprised look he received, Alex eyed him knowingly. "The thought of losing is ten times harder when you've been on top all season. It's rough feeling thrown to the bottom."

Scott admitted, "I almost wish we were doing lousy- almost."

Alex smirked then said, "I'll tell you, little brother, you're wasting your time obsessing this thing." He touched a hand to the boy's thin shoulder. "Baseball is a team effort. Win, lose, you do it all together. But the part no one can take away from you? You did this, Scott. You made this team, worked your butt off, and showed the kind of sportsmanship I never did."

Scott stared downward then up again. "Yeah, I guess you were a pretty huge jerk."

Alex messed his hair with a partial noogie. "Still obsessing a little, right?" Despite himself, Scott nodded. Alex went over to retrieve the stray bat in the grass and maneuvered into position. "Name of the game? Give it everything you got."

With a big smile, Scott hastened to get into his pitching stance.

IIIIIII

Releasing a frustrated groan when his wrench failed to produce results, Mason reported grimly, "Sorry, man. This seat is jacked to the max."

A melancholy Frank ran a hand along his bike's frame. "Thanks, anyway, Mason."

"Be careful getting home on it." Mason returned to the house through the side entrance.

Frank began wheeling his bike out of the righthand garage.

Jessie walked alongside him. "Are you sure you don't want a ride home?"

"Nah, it got me here in one piece." Frank took brown jacket off the handlebar to slip it back on. "It can finish the job."

"Call me when you get in," she directed pointedly.

Frank's mouth curved mischievously. "Try and stop me." When he leaned in, she accepted his lips on her cheek. "Good night, Jessie."

"Good night, Frank." Jessie scoffed when he mounted it. "Put your helmet on, showoff."

"Yes, dear." Frank clipped on the black headgear and looked back with a wink before pedaling off.

Jessie stayed in place until his form became a dot in the distance. When she veered to go inside, she spotted Nik, Ashley, Mason, and Zoey, who held Eva, stationed at the living room window. Nik and the girls waved while Mason offered a raised thumb. Somehow keeping her amusement at bay, Jessie rolled her eyes dramatically and continued in.

IIIIIII

In his brown and gray racehorse pajamas, Joey made his way back to the elder Xavier suite with literature selection in hand. Ready for an early now, Emma finished brushing her hair and joined him in the center of the bed. They read the book's rear cover together until Charles walked in with one-year-old in his possession.

"I managed to pry him off Uncle Erik. Here we are, lamb. Joe and Mama," Charles gave the baby over to his wife's caressing hold, "just like Daddy promised."

Looking into the hooded eyes, Emma kissed Brian's forehead, making him reach up for her face.

"Daddy, check this out." Joey showed him the colorful literature. "Uncle Hank had this in the lab for Trav. It teaches little kids about how genes work and stuff."

"Oh, excellent." Getting into bed with the blondes, Charles acted as the last bookend to sandwich in the two boys.

"Mum, Dad?" Joey received his parents' attention. "I love being adopted, but I'm so glad I look like you two. And Alex and Bri. It feels like we have the same genes."

"We do," Emma told him, linking fingers with Joey. "Destined souls and matching hearts."

"Listen to your mother," Charles agreed, taking the book to look over. "You know, little one, if I am requested to conduct one of these classes for younger children, you would be of great help to me."

"That'd be great, Dad," Joey said readily.

"You'll be my little TA yet." Charles wrapped an arm around him. "When you and your mates take five minutes from playing, you'll need something to keep you busy over the summer."

Blue eyes stilling a moment, Joey recovered quickly with, "Will you read now, Daddy?"

"Yes, yes, Daddy's on it." The Professor opened it to the first page.

As he listened to their father's voice, Joey kept his focus on Brian.

IIIIIII

Sudden whistling took the Cassidy boys away from their present action figure combat. While Tommy lifted his head in confusion, Sean could not help smiling over the tune to Steamboat Willie.

"Frank-O!" the redhead announced grandly as he arrived in the bedroom doorway.

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "What's that goofy face about? Or do you just look that way?"

Frank glanced at the younger boy. "You know my Stingray?"

"Yeah," replied Tommy, "so?"

"It's yours." Frank tossed him the helmet.

"What?" An elated Tommy managed to catch it. "Are you serious? You better not be pulling my leg."

"Nope, my legs are just too long for it." Frank leaned to the right. "Figured you're sick of borrowing Cody's wheels."

"… No way." Tommy noticed the zombies printed on the helmet. "Cool!"

Sean flicked his earlobe. "What do you say?"

"Oh," Tommy remembered, "thanks. Thanks, Frank." Getting off the bed and going over, Tommy high-fived him. "Just wait until I tell the guys."

"Tommy," Sean called to his excited brother, "you better not even think about getting on that bike until we can lower that seat."

Tommy countered cheekily, "You mean until Alex can lower it, Mr. Auto Shop."

Sean aimed his finger at him. "Keep it up and you'll be sleeping in the bathtub tonight."

"Oh, word of advice, kid," Frank cautioned. "Don't let Erik catch you without a helmet. Or Hank, Emma- just glue the thing to your head, okay?"

Tommy laughed and scampered off.

"Look at you, Saint Frank." Sean watched him jump over to land on the mattress. "Take it you and Jessie had mad fun. What'd you do?"

"Eat," Frank answered. "With her family."

"You had dinner with her family already?"

Frank nodded. "All of them. And for some reason, they didn't toss me out on my head."

"Same for me when I spent Christmas Eve with Maya and her mom," Sean told him. "Usually a good sign. Which reminds me… how 'bout bringing Jessie as your wedding date?"

"Whoa, hey, ease off." Staring at the bedspread, Frank admitted, "I'm thinking about it…"

"Aww…" Sean laid near him. "My little Frank-O blushing… I really am glad things are going good between you. You deserve this, whether you want to believe it or not."

"… Thanks, Sean." Frank moved to get to his feet. "I need to find a free phone."

Sean sent a gentle tease of, "Mmhmm," after him.

"Oh, almost forgot." Frank poked his head back into the room. "Maya might have bigger competition than Kiki. Apparently, Zoey loves musicians…"

Recalling the little girl who requested his autograph, Sean could not help snickering.