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.

309. Chapter 309 Luck be a June Baby Lady

Chapter Three Hundred Nine

Author's Word: Hi, fam. I wish I posted this with entirely joyful tithing on my end, but yeah, no. My health is fine, bodily speaking that is. You see, fam, before I was adopted I climbed out of a not-so-metaphorical pit. Though singed, I made it out and have never looked back. Compliments of a very cruel twist of fate, my job has acquired a new account with site approximately twelve blocks or so from where I escaped many years ago. To make you understand, when my family owned a vehicle we all avoided it no matter how drastic a detour it required. They all know I don't want to so much as look at a piece of scrap paper from that area, breathe its air, or have any little part of it touch me or my family. Though it will be a distance from where the worst happened, the fact that the site and where I once lived share the same zip code sickens me. In a matter of hours, I will be there.

Pointblank, fam, I need you. Greater than I needed you for my return to academia, though this "experience" is only for eight hours. I need prayers, well wishes, any encouragement you have to offer. Some of you have already been checking in well-before I learned of this and that is eternally appreciated. And moments ago, I received the miracle of hope from, well, Hope. Due to life being the inconvenience it is, it was so great to see her review. So glad you're doing alright, Hope. No matter what, enjoy and savor every moment of your senior year and for all that is good in this world, please, please, please, please share your Prom photos! Even if you're not going to the dance, could you try on a pretty dress in the store and send pictures, anyway, please?

Alright, fam, going to rest up for a bit. Please enjoy *charges stun gun and bottling holy water* and review!

Out of the bathing chamber and scented with Erik's aftershave lotion, the youth of urban origin returned to his quarters. He tossed his red robe towards the nearest chair and began the clothing process. He dressed as far as underwear and ironed slacks before he noticed the tan box positioned in the middle of his mattress. Sitting to properly investigate, Frank's lips curved with glee over the sender. Quickly leaving the paper in shreds, he slowed to remove the note attached to the box.

Birthday Greetings from Galway

Frank peeled back the cardboard flaps and grew all the more intrigued by the internal contents. Among the package cushioning, he found another paper with message.

"In Him was life, and that life was the light of men."

Stay cool, Ben-Brat
Love from me and Above,

Ace-Abe

So engrossed in the words, Frank jumped a bit at the zealous pounding from the other side of his door.

"Take it easy, ladies. I'm shirtless here." When he heard the giggling, Frank deduced, "Ohh, little guy. Okay, you're sanctioned."

Wasting no time zipping inside, Trav stopped at the bed, brown eyes swelled with enthusiasm. "I know that one. I know it. Sanctioned means, um, um," he pieced together his explanation, "like when you get to do something. Like permission, right?"

"You're on the right track, but it's a little bit bigger than something like field trip slips for school." Laying on his side, Frank faced the tot as he better elaborated. "When something's sanctioned, it's official permission from big-boss types. The president, judges, your mom."

"Oh," Trav comprehended fully. "I saw it in a book Uncle Charles read me. You spell it S-A-N… um C-S-I-O-N-E-D."

"Hold it, Little Engine That Could." Frank gestured with his hand. "Back it up a few."

"Uhhhh." Trav closed his eyes pensively, mentally retracing his error. "S-A-N… K?"

Frank shook his head. "Forward march just one pace…"

"T," Trav realized, letting off a frustrated growl quite reminiscent of his father in the lab. "S-A-N-C-T-I-O-N-E-D, right?"

"Chug right along, my man." Frank high-fived him.

Some aggravation lingered on Trav's face. "I hate that stupid "cha" sound. I forget if it's T-I-O-N or S-I-O-N."

"Drives me nuts, too," Frank sympathized. "It's really annoying when you're around different accents and everybody pronounces it differently. Do you have any idea how long it took me to get used to Uncle Charles calling the garage the "gair-edge"?"

Trav laughed, "I know." He noticed the unwrapped box. "Ooh, is that what your mommy got you?"

Frank waved off his initial pang from that question and said, "Nah, not this one. This stuff's from my brother, Linny. We'll go through it later." Collecting the box and its materials, Frank brought it to the closet. He situated it on the floor against the side wall then searched through his hanging dry-cleaned shirts. "Help me out, little guy. What do I look least ugly in?"

"Blue," Trav determined automatically.

"Why am I not surprised?" Frank rolled his eyes playfully. "Okay, but you have to go blue crew with me."

The smaller boy objected to that enlistment none whatsoever.

IIIIIII

Euphoric activity filled the rear field of the community center. Lined together behind a six-foot table, Adrienne, Angel, and Samantha sold team buttons, head and wrist bands, t-shirts, and caps. Their own Jaguar apparel adorned all three. Adrienne caught Victor's side-eye more than once while he conversed with Coach Dan, Emma, and a few other parents. At a separate table, Joey and Laci helped Anne, Becky, and cheer captain Stacy paint championship signs. From where he sat not far from Scott, Gary watched Anne and Laci dart into the center.

"Be right back."

Helping Kiki grip her plastic yellow bat, Scott replied distractedly, "Yeah, sure, man."

Gary moved to make a path for the building, passing Collin on his way. They swapped brief acknowledging glances before continuing their own ways.

"Hey, Scott," Collin approached.

The boy in shades glanced up. "Hey, Coll, what's up?"

Hands going into his jeans pocket, Collin indicated the direction of the center with a jerk of his head. "What's the lowdown on your cap? Wally Cleaver."

"You mean Gary?" Scott sniggered, rising to his feet.

"Yeah. I know good and well he's been giving Anne the rush. If you got anything on this guy, I need to know now."

"The lowdown on Gary Gallagher?" Scott spoke incredulously. "Well, he does have that tendency to go nuts- if a player drops a letter grade or acts up. School and the team. Even retired as captain, that's all he cares about. He's not a dog with girls or anything. I've never even seen him make time for one until now."

Collin's expression softened slightly. "Fabian's taking off for Boston and I've got to keep an eye on Anne. She's wanted this real school thing forever and I don't want some bozo taking advantage of her. He seems okay and all, but trusting's not my strong suit."

Scott nodded his understanding. "I know exactly what you mean. I swear, if I suspect anything, I'll let you know. Captain, friend, or whatever. I'd never standby while one of our own gets hurt."

The redhead returned the cooperative nod.

II

When he heard the chattering two exit the girls' bathroom, Gary took the opportunity to nonchalantly veer around the corner. They each carried a clear cup of water that kept their recently rinsed paintbrushes soaking.

He leaned on the wall and greeted, "Pretty ladies."

Both paused their pace and Anne returned coolly, "Caballero."

The older two looked when Laci abruptly giggled. "Sorry, sorry- just… Donald Duck." Laci somewhat sheepishly raised her cup. "I better get these back to Joey." She hastened for the outdoors with that.

At Anne's short yawn, Gary teased, "Sleepyhead."

"Not my fault." She gave him a faux frown. "I was trapped on the phone with some obnoxious guy last night."

As they began to walk, Gary feigned displeased confusion. "Wait, you stayed up talking to some other guy after we got off the phone?"

"Si." She bumped arms with him. "The sandman. I'm lucky I got out of bed at all."

"Huh." Gary stilled to dip at the waist and peer closely at her. "For a tired dame, you're sure giving Miss Universe a reason to cry."

Anne toyed with her ponytail bashfully. "Gracias." She eyed him again. "So, do you know if you can come to Frank Tolbert's party?"

"I wish." Gary threw his head back longingly. "Can't get out of this four-day weekend thing with my family. It blows because Scott says it's going to be high school central."

"It does sound really cool. All those older kids."

Gary focused on her again. "Actually, I was hoping for a big enough crowd to slink away with you…"

Now, Anne expressed the longing. "My brother's going. For Cordelia."

"Right," Gary sighed lightly. "Anne, how long are we gonna do this?"

"This again," she said in exasperation.

"Yeah, this," Gary confirmed strongly. "I don't want to play these hideaway games when my feelings for you are legit. I'm starting high school, Anne. All this stuff is coming up. Rallies, dances, events." He stepped closer to gently grip her shoulders. "I don't care what my folks say. I play on the field, but I don't play the field. I don't want to date around. I want to date you."

Anne regarded him genuinely. "I only want to go with you, too, Gary."

"Then let me meet your dad. Man to man, we talk it out."

"Gary—"

"I get he's crazy strict," Gary assured. "And when it comes to keeping you safe, I get it even more. You're too important to him. I just want the chance to show him I feel the same way."

Grudgingly, Anne said, "I'll think about it. Can we talk tonight? And while you're away?"

"On a payphone smack dab in the middle of the highway if we have to." Gary grazed her lips with the briefest peck, instantly making the girl beam from head to toe.

IIIIIII

Compliments of the freshly showered females, pleasant fragrances emitted throughout the shared sisterly bedroom. Seated along the wide vanity bench, Angel did her makeup while Adrienne styled Samantha's hair and Emma worked to straighten Cordelia's. Emma had on a white pencil skirt and cream satin blouse. Adrienne wore a waist-belted dress with cranberry base and off-the-shoulder black top. A ruby pendant hung from her neck. Angel's ankle-length summer dress had a gray crop-sleeved top and skirt patterned in watermelon, lilac, and azure floral. Watching her mother do her hair in the mirror, Samantha had on a salmon skater dress with thin white waist belt and short sleeves, pearl bracelets, and her cat's eye necklace. At her feet, Midnight nuzzled her ankles periodically. Passing Emma her choice of dandelion headband, Cordelia sat in a butterscotch circle skirt and pale-yellow scoop-neck top.

Done adding the twist braid to the back of her daughter's flowing conditioned hair, Adrienne started clipping in the white butterfly barrettes. "Are you positive this evening won't be too awkward for you? I'd rather you not get into a scuffle with Frank's new little friend after the time I've spent on this magnificent mane of yours."

Somewhere between laughter and repulsion, Samantha uttered, "Gross, Mother. Frank and I are family. We just didn't know what we were thinking." She smiled languorously. "Mister Collin Murphy is my guy."

Fussing with her eyelashes, Angel commented, "Yeah, we're all screaming 'hallelujah' that soap opera mess is over."

Cordelia put forth, "Here's hoping this Jessica chica doesn't stir up another one."

A brief glance at Emma told Adrienne the blonde felt the same way.

"Ang?" Pushing her slim frame through the ajar door, Maya stepped in, wearing a short tan skirt and shamrock green blouse tucked into it. The go-go boots on her feet matched the green. "You got two calls while you were at the center. Both from Camille Cartwright."

"Modeling colleague?" Cordelia guessed.

"Not one I know of." Angel looked at Adrienne, who also appeared puzzled.

"WU colleague, actually. At least potentially." Maya came over to hand her the slip of paper with name and telephone information. "And president of the House of Scheherazade."

"The story lady Aunt Kay talks about?" Samantha recognized.

"Who knew she finally dumped that demented king and got her own house?" joked Maya. "And her own sorority."

"Sorority?" Angel echoed alongside Cordelia's more disdainful, "Sorority? Seriously?"

Maya nodded, addressing Angel again. "Apparently, you've shattered a great many hearts by not RSVPing for Saturday's big meet-and-greet."

"What meet-and-greet?" Angel sat in absolute confusion.

Maya explained, "She said they sent the invite two weeks ago."

Emma looked to the paper mound on Angel's dresser. "Why do I get the feeling it was lost amongst this mountain of Westchester University?"

Adrienne went over to sort through the pile. "Have you looked at any of these?"

"Yeah, the first thousand or so," Angel replied. "I keep getting nonstop letters from alumni going on about their fabulous experiences and how they've been shaped into doctor-lawyer-zoo keepers."

"Me and Sean, too," Maya said. "They really have a tough time taking no for an answer there."

Adrienne pried out one envelope in particular and immediately had to wipe its glitter excess off her clothes. "And this one didn't stand out for you whatsoever?"

The other mutated ladies hurriedly gathered to take in the parchment decked out in such a way it only lacked a neon sign. Glitter-coated pink trimmed it and near glow-in-the-dark orange made up the envelope's center. When Angel took it to open, even more glitter along with confetti spilled from it.

Eyes gleaming, Samantha and Angel chorused, "Piiiink…"

Cordelia peered Maya's way. "Are they creeping you out also?"

"Monumentally," the engaged girl concurred.

"It's a family event." Angel turned to Adrienne with infantile eagerness. "Can we go? You me, Sammie, and Victor?"

"Mama, please," Samantha mutually pleaded.

"I should discuss this with Victor, but hm, details." Adrienne looked at them with shared mischievousness. "We'll be there. Our act of charity for the day."

Gripping hands, Angel and Samantha bounced up and down together.

Shaking her head, Cordelia wondered, "Since when are you interested in sorority life?"

With a big smile in place, Angel replied, "Since they became interested in me."

"Isn't this a trip through time?" A nostalgic Adrienne sat on the nearest bed, her expression faraway. "This takes me back to my Zeta Alpha days."

Samantha lowered next to her. "You were in a sorority, Mama?"

"A society, darling," Adrienne corrected. "Wellesley doesn't have sororities."

Maya asked, "How is a society any different?"

Emma answered flatly, "Drastically higher pretention levels."

Adrienne sent her a look. "You never did care for clubs that excluded men."

With the youths all around them, Emma only retorted with an icy gaze.

II

Silver framed onyx cufflinks in place, the metal wielder whipped head away from wall mirror due to the sudden commotion. He magnetically ordered his door open as he stepped out to investigate. The Cassidy pair raced his way. When the smaller one neared, he dropped to his knees to crawl under Erik's legs. He continued that way until he reached the bed and claimed sanctuary under it.

A sharply dressed Sean came in next. "Get back here, you little goober!" Though he had not seen it, he immediately knew his brother's choice of hiding spots. "Get out from under there in your Sunday clothes."

The slightly muffled Tommy came back with, "Bite it, ya big ugly leprechaun!"

"You see how immature he is?" Sean said to Erik. "Everybody knows there's no such thing as a big leprechaun."

Erik offered, "Unless he's of the mutant variety," getting a slight eyeroll from Sean. He put a hand in the red strands. "I'll take it from here, Seanikus."

Sean agreed but batted the man's fingers away. "Watch the hair. Took me half an hour for this slick."

"Charles' boy," Erik fondly mumbled to himself as the teenager departed.

Poking his head out, Tommy laughed, "Seanikus? You really do call him that?"

"Yes, though normally only when he's been naughty." Erik waved his hand to partially close the door, receiving a look of awe from the boy over the small feat. "As for you, Thomas," Erik lowered to reach for him, "why are you giving your brother a difficult time?"

Tommy latched onto him to be pulled out and pouted heavily. "Mama Emma says we have to wear ties."

"That we do." Erik removed his own from where it hung on a chair. "See?"

"That's different." Tommy touched the silk scarlet accessory that accented the elder's charcoal shirt. "Yours are cool."

"If that's the case, how would you like to wear one of mine?"

Tommy's features lost their despondency. "Yeah!"

With a small smile, Erik went to his dresser drawer to retrieve it. "Here we are." He brought it back for the child's viewing. "What do you think of this one?"

"That's way better than my old brown one," Tommy said of the striped ebony and deep red silk. "Thanks, Erik."

Erik adjusted both their ties then hoisted Tommy to gaze into the nearest mirror with him. "Here we have a handsome, suave gentleman… and his valet, the scarecrow."

Tommy headbutted his neck. "Nuh uh. I wanna look like you."

"I'll add charmer to your credentials. Now," Erik used his fingers to wipe off some of the dust accumulated on the boy's black slacks and silver cross, "let's get you polished before the women see you."

Starting for the bathroom, the metal wielder's core radiated when Tommy held tighter to him.

II

With Raven heavily preoccupied, Hank got Kiki into her violet party dress and mary-janes. He managed to brush her hair into a neat ponytail before sending her to the playroom with her dolls for the time being. He grabbed his short-sleeve collared shirt and red sweater-vest. He also decided on a black tie. Raven bustled in shortly, throwing off the robe she'd made use of in the kitchen.

"Geez…" Now in her underwear and garter belt, the shapeshifter practically yanked her selected dress off its hanger in the closet. "Four roasted-to-perfection chickens later, I can finally get ready." She plucked a few moist wipes from the container on her vanity to rid her face and neck of residual sweat.

Hank brought up, "I wish you would've accepted Kayla's offer to cook tonight."

"No, I'm good," Raven insisted, slipping the royal blue garment on over her head. "Maya gave me a hand while Frank focused on Operation: Stud."

"So," coming up behind her, Hank zipped the emperor dress for her, "you aren't in any small way going through all this trouble to compete with a fifteen-year-old girl?"

"Of course not. Her family's in the culinary industry, remember?" Morphing into her blonde form, Raven fluffed out her golden hair. "Some additional presentation is due." She selected a shade of lipstick next. "Not that the twat will notice I bet…"

Strong arms going around her, Hank purred, "Love," into her ear and kissed the lobe. "Regardless of what she says, I believe your dinner will be the highlight of this impending fiasco."

Raven caught something in his dour tone. "Hank?"

"Pardon me, but I've grown tired of grinning and bearing this." Hank paced towards the window. "After so many wrong turns with Frank, he's at last figured out what's really important. Being there for the younger kids, stepping up for the team, and despite everything else that's happened, he achieved unprecedented academic excellence. But it's still not half the battle. This program is going to kick him square in the seat of the pants. He'll be provided with the very best, short of mercy. I don't want him derailing due to adolescent hormones yet again." He released a heavy breath. "I suppose you think I'm overreacting. Exactly like I did with Sean."

Raven promptly shook her head. "No." She came to stand before him. "Everything you just said has been on my mind, too. All I know is that Frank has been making an effort to correct his mistakes. He invited Jessica over to get to know us, so he's likely more serious about this one."

Hank resisted the strong desire to roll his eyes. "He isn't even fully fifteen yet and hardly knows the girl, Raven."

"I'm aware," his wife responded. "That doesn't mean he doesn't want to pursue the parts he has gotten to know thus far. We'll keep a close eye out, especially around WU. For now, we have to give him the benefit of the doubt that he plans to stay on this good track before we wind up with, yes, another Sean situation. Well," she rethought, "Frankie's smaller and deeply fears my wrath."

Hank stated, "Proof positive that he is a smart boy. And you're right."

Raven further mollified him with a kiss. "Where's Kiki?"

Hank gestured towards the correct room and Raven stepped off to look in on their youngest and only winged cub.

II

Arms folded with back pressed to the wall, the shades-adorned Cyclops wore a canary yellow dress shirt with brown pants and tie. It had not taken him long to cleanse himself from the dirt of the field. He only detoured long enough for Charles to spritz him with cologne. The doorknob to the room he stood across from twisted and the dark-haired duo emerged. Blue clothed them from top to bottom with their shirts in a lighter teal shade.

With Trav propped on his hip, Frank spun in place. "Not too shabby, huh?"

"Prettiest pains ever," Scott responded glibly.

Trav blew him a raspberry. "Nyah!"

"Nanana," Scott imitated his face.

"You guys are so cute."

Scott reacted to the feminine voice first. "Rebecca." In her fuchsia dress, she kept her front curls out of her face with an equally sparkling heart-shaped clip. Coral eyeshadow, rouge, and lip stick covered her face. "Sweet dreams, you're outta sight."

"Whoa, hold up." Frank's eyes went straight to her feet. "What are you doing in high-heels?"

Becky glanced at him dismissively. "They're one-inch. Is the girl you should actually be fretting about on her way?"

"Yeah, she said by six-thirty." Frank put Trav down to take Becky by the hands. "We already got the OK to go out on her family's end, so please just give Jessie a chance here."

"Is she still not Jasmine?"

"Last I checked."

"She sounds wonderful," Becky determined luminously.

"Children," Erik's thunderous voice broadcasting from their communicators created absolute quiet, "we want to see you in the living room immediately. You have five minutes."

"Five minutes?" Frank repeated in disbelief. "Boy, is he in a generous mood."

"Time for the "best behavior" speech," Becky deduced. "Let's go." She started them off, sliding her hand across Scott's forearm on the way.

II

Watching the numerous X-Men file into the aforementioned common space, Adrienne studied her reflection in the face of an antique clock.

"You're already more than lovely."

Glancing to her left at the gentleman's voice, the redhead let off an airy scoff. "So, when you're not putting your foot in your mouth, your wittiest repertoire is stating the obvious."

Propping his elbow on the mantle, Erik continued to face her. "And you're incapable of making so much as an apology simplistic."

"Do not crawl, Magneto," Adrienne requested facetiously. "And certainly don't believe yourself capable of lingering on my mind beyond idle seconds."

"Victor is my best friend," Erik stated.

"You have marvelous tastes… in friends." Adrienne smoothed one side of her hair. "I'll talk to my sisters about letting you off the hook. Not even a worm should suffer so."

Erik smirked, "Much obliged, Queen Bee," and walked off to stand alongside his brother.

The youngsters filled the room steadily. Angel, Samantha, Cordelia, Maya, and Sean on the arm nearest her lined the center couch. The left loveseat held Scott, Becky, and Frank. Kiki and Trav came to claim Scott and Frank's laps. Directly across from them sat Cody, Joey, and Tommy, who sported a glower that made Frank glad Trav chose to sit with him. Alex, Leon, Raven, and Hank opted to stand behind the couch. The babies had been fed already and laid down upstairs. The elders stood together with the Headmasters front and center.

"Alright, everyone," Charles began, naturally, "while we should have no need to go over this by now, for those of you who haven't been here as long, we expect you on your best behavior this evening. When Frank's friend arrives, there will be no teasing, no silly little jokes or pranks, no attempts whatsoever to knowingly embarrass him and make our guest feel uncomfortable in this house. Treat them as you would like to be treated in a similar situation."

"Don't be jerks, you guys," Scott felt the need to translate.

Cody caught his line of sight. "Hey, what're you lookin' at us for?"

"Yeah," came from Tommy. "What do we care about Frank having his new cooties over?"

He received a pointed, "Thomas," from Erik for that.

Tommy quickly folded his hands in contrition and Joey promised, "We'll be good, Daddy, Uncle Erik."

Charles bobbed his head in approval of his son. "And make no mistake," he addressed them all again, "should any of you act otherwise, you'll be summoned to my office right after dinner. If your parents intend to punish you as well, you'll still receive no leniency."

"From either of us," Erik tacked on.

Victor and Logan said nothing, but their narrowed eyes spoke volumes.

The fledglings chorused their understanding.

"This is so freaky," Maya said with a quite giddy smile on her face. "You guys already did this with me."

"Mainly to keep Sean from hyperventilating," Alex quipped.

The male redhead gave him a look. "Oh, is this from the guy with the logic that hand-holding is gross, but tongue bathing in front of your family is A-OK?"

Raven and Hank snickered at that.

Noticing Leon's mild discomfort, Alex chose to laugh and drop it.

"Here's what I want to know," Cordelia piped up. "Why do potential girlfriends get whole banquets, but potential boyfriends get interrogations?"

Samantha crossed her arms and seconded, "Yeah."

Charles stated, "Because this country frowns on canonizing."

Erik patted his back for that one.

"You girls quit bein' so dramatic," Logan waved off. "You know little Ben Braunstein is welcome here anytime."

Angel did not bother hiding her self-satisfied grin.

"Let me look at you." Emma went around inspecting their outfits, particularly the young men. "Yes, very nice, excellent." She fixed Scott's collar a bit and cupped Frank's cheek. "You're an absolute dream."

Frank relaxed marginally. "Thanks, Em."

Kayla noticed the incoming headlights beyond the window. "Company is upon us."

Becky rushed to her feet. "We haven't finished setting the table."

Samantha hurried to assist and they both clamped onto Kiki's hands when she wanted to join.

"Geraniums in the fridge!" Logan informed the hastening girls.

"Thanks!" Becky called over her shoulder.

"Okay." Rising, Frank stood Trav and smoothed his pants legs. "I'm gonna be cool." He sat on the edge of the loveseat's arm then rethought that. "Wait, wait," he walked several paces then paused again, "no, geez…"

"Take it down a notch, glowworm," advised Logan, going to rub his shoulders. "You're about ready to pop a blood vessel here."

Frank nodded then reacted to the doorbell. "Charles, you get it."

"Yeah," supported Scott, "show her what class is all about."

"Ah, yes." Charles ran fingers through his already impeccable hair. "My lifelong curse."

Erik and Raven looked to each other with a mutual eyeroll.

Making his way through the foyer, the Professor spread apart the French front doors and greeted, "Good evening. I'm Charles Xavier. Miss Jarvis, I presume."

"Oh… yes." Still reeling from the mere sight of the majestic estate, Jessie returned to reality and offered her hand, along with a quick curtsy. "Jessica Jarvis." She turned to the male at her side. "This is my brother-in-law."

"Mason Petro." Shaking with the mansion's owner, the younger man stood clearly taken aback. "You're the professor?"

Charles replied, "And Frank's uncle. Would you care to come in?"

"Oh, no," Mason turned down. "My wife and I have plans. I just wanted to make sure our little Jess made it alright." He faced her. "Swing back at nine-thirty, right?"

Jessie nodded in confirmation. "Thank you, Mase."

Mason waved after both as he returned to his waiting vehicle.

"Please come in." Charles ushered Jessie inside. "So nice of you to join us this evening."

"Thanks for having me." Jessie stayed in step with him.

When the English Headmaster returned with the invitee, he extended his arm grandly for her to proceed ahead of him. Those still sitting moved to their feet almost in rehearsed motion. In walked the brunette with hair in a waterfall of waves and a sequins iris bud clipped to her right. The cerulean dress layered in three petticoats swung just below her knees with large bow tied near her left hip. The fitted sleeveless bodice had a sweetheart neckline. Black heels covered her feet, sheer gloves on her hands and gripping her purse, and a thin shawl around her shoulders. Her sapphire earrings and necklace highlighted her blue eyes.

While his housemates remained in a frozen state, Frank made a path for her. "Jessie." Careful not to force so much as a hair out of place on the radiant girl, he brought her into a gentle hug. "You made it."

"Sorry I'm a little late." Jessie stroked her shoulder. "I had to change from the restaurant and of course, brilliant me left her shoes at home."

"Like we'd start without you." Keeping an arm around her waist, Frank began introductions, starting with the other Headmaster. "This is my dad, Erik Lehnsherr."

"Oh, Mr. Lehnsherr," a dazzled Jessie acknowledged, "I'm really honored. Frank says the best things about you."

"And of you, Miss Jarvis," the man returned cordially.

They made the rounds with the younger boys almost too bashful to shake her hand.

An unabashed Trav stared and stated, "You're so beautiful. And you're in blue!"

Sharing a laugh with Frank, Jessie said, "Thank you. I see why Frank's crazy about you, too."

Trav glowed from his cheeks.

Jessie then put forth, "Okay, stop holding out on me. Where's the love of your life?"

"That would be me." Ever so gracefully sidestepping Frank, the brazen woman in question presented her hand. "Raven Xavier McCoy."

Accepting the appendage, the younger female came back with, "Jessica June Jarvis- I wish I was kidding."

Frank raised his hands guiltlessly. "Hey, Franklin Benjamin over here, remember?"

When Raven appeared amused, Jessie eased a little. "So, it's apparently mandated that I have to get you to like me. I was going to attempt bribery, but," she peered up at the chandelier then back to the golden-haired one, "does servitude work?"

A smirk spread across the shapeshifter's face. "It's a start."

IIIIIII

For the table, the girls selected the wine-red tablecloth and magenta place settings that nicely complimented Logan's amethyst geraniums. With company in mind, Becky and Samantha also used the good china and best silverware. In addition to the chickens, the meal included scalloped potatoes, cheddar potatoes, garden salad with a variety of dressings, and croissants from scratch. With the exceptions of Hank and Victor, the adults drank chardonnay while the youngsters had the options of chocolate or regular milk.

Though the food looked the picture of scrumptious, Jessie found herself marveling over the elegant dining room. "Your house is gorgeous, Mrs. Xavier."

"Thank you, sweetheart, though the credit really goes to Charles' side of the family," Emma admitted.

Charles said humbly, "A glorified museum up until three years ago." He shared a familiar smile with Raven.

At the soft sensation at her legs, Jessie peered down and cooed, "Hi, handsome man. I've heard about you." She stroked his head and looked up. "Midnight, right?"

"Right," Samantha confirmed with an air of pride.

Alex guessed, "He must smell the chicken."

"And here to beg no doubt," Charles accused.

"Cats don't beg," stated Samantha matter-of-factly. "They take what they want."

"True," Jessie agreed. "Our cat Eva consider us the invited humans sponging off her."

"Samantha, didn't you remember to feed him?" Adrienne brought up.

At the realization that dawned on the girl's face, Logan stood first. "They were busy gettin' this table together is all. I got him." He went around to collect and cradle the cat.

"Thanks, Uncle Logan," Samantha said after the departing elder.

Another moment of realization happened on Jessie's part. "May I be excused? I need my purse."

In a unison feat, Tommy, Cody, and Trav jumped from their seats with a chorus of, "I'll get it!"

Joey shook his head and Scott came close to squirting milk out of his nose. The girls tried to stifle their building giggles and the rest could hardly maintain straight faces, either.

"Our little gentlemen," Erik commented. "Valiant, you're closest. Go on and get the purse, please."

As if offered a trip to Disneyland, Trav wasted no time complying.

At the one chosen, Tommy grimaced as he resumed sitting.

Logan returned and retook his place next to his wife.

"So, Jessica," Charles spoke, "Sean tells us you and Frank had quite the storybook introduction at his concert."

"That whole night feels like a dream," Jessie responded cheerily. "Seeing the Beach Boys live at the Monte Cristo."

"Brian Wilson himself totally shining the spotlight on us," Frank interjected. "Seriously, how cool was he?"

"Oh, I know," said a dazzled Jessie. "Nothing but June baby love." She looked over at Sean. "Thanks so much for setting up that whole thing."

Sean replied nonchalantly, "Figured it was my turn this time around."

Maya clarified his statement with, "Sean and I had a storybook meeting, too. Except replace Monte Cristo with crowded diner and pretty evening gown with my frumpiest house clothes."

Sean inserted, "And replace Brian Wilson with Alex going, "get over there and make a move"."

Amidst the good-natured laughter, Alex said, "And now I'm his best man. So beautiful. So sappy."

Maya fought her urge to throw bread at him, but still let her brown eyes speak her slight annoyance.

Trav scuttled back in, making a beeline for their guest. "Here you go, Jessie."

"Thank you, cutie." Jessie accepted the handbag and tickled his nose.

"You're welcome." Ready to burst with glee, Trav went back to his chair.

Raven played in her son's hair. "Settle down, smooth operator."

Tommy stuck a finger in his mouth, making a face.

At the retching sound, Charles zeroed in on him. "Is something wrong with your food, Thomas?"

Erik looked over as well.

Tommy hurriedly answered, "No, sir," and concentrated on his plate.

"That purse is too cute," Angel complimented. "Is that Gucci?"

Indicating her bag, Jessie responded, "Thanks, but it's Guccheap, actually. It's the same basic concept, though. Let the first lady shell out thirteen hundred dollars."

"For a purse?" Logan practically choked on his food.

Victor asserted, "May as well buy the farm and skin the cattle yourself for that price tag."

"Men," Adrienne remarked derisively.

When she removed the three rattling bottles from her bag, Jessie addressed the room apologetically. "I'm a walking pharmacy. My mind was everywhere today and I kept forgetting to take these. They're easier with food."

"Your supplements, right?" Frank recognized.

Jessie nodded. "Vitamin D, B2, B3, and iron."

An automatically concerned Kayla inquired, "Are you anemic?"

"Have some more chicken and extra salad," encouraged Raven. "Do I need to fix you anything else?"

"No, no," Jessie reassured. "The dinner's perfect. My anemia is too on and off to fuss over. Unless you're my sister, Ashley. She has us blood-tested every couple of months."

"Ah, so you have one of these at home, too." Alex pointed to their resident physician.

An unbothered Hank merely reminded, "An ounce of prevention—"

"Is worth a pound of cure," the young people recited together, only amusing Hank and the other instructors.

Maya asked, "Is your sister studying nursing?"

"Economics at Sarah Lawrence," Jessie replied. "… For some reason. She's already been monitoring the books since she was in high school. Eagle Eye Ashley just stays on top of this stuff. Especially with our little sister, Zoey. She has really bad allergies. It's not all pill-popping, though. We have green tea parties, grow most of our vegetables, and we try to keep sugar at a minimum when we bake. We try to keep chocolate for special occasions. Birthdays, Christmas, Valentine's, Sisters are Better than Sunshine Day- but we've cut that down to only two, maybe three times a week."

Adrienne and Emma stared blankly, as if the girl had just spoken in tongues.

Cordelia raised her milk glass. "Must be one of those Grecian holidays…" Her cheekiness subsided not when the gazes of the other Frost females fell on her.

Joey piped up, "My girl takes way more medicine than that."

This stole Emma's attention and she had to clear her throat to prevent her salad from clogging there. Though he knew his wife could sense his more lighthearted reaction, Charles avoided her look by preoccupying himself with his wine.

IIIIIII

Blades slicing through the air, they clanged on impact. The smaller weapon wielder dropped to his side and attempted to swipe the elder's ankles. With a single jump, Erik avoided the sharp instrument. Landing on the mat again, he plunged his sword downward. Brown eyes enlarging, Cody performed a backwards somersault, only marginally missing it. Letting off a growl, he inwardly cursed his claws, feeling the bones so eager to emerge from his knuckles. He also remained aware that the wizard of metal offered no clemency for such a distraction, especially to a non-novice. Part of Cody could not blame him.

When the boy backed into the wall, Erik studied his every twitch as he steadily advanced on him. Cody stood with eyes set and never blinking. Though he watched the man, his mind went on a journey. Seven years prior, full moon overhead, giggles and shadow puppets with the flashlight and crisp white sheets. Erik registered his quirked lips as adolescent hauteur and went in for the cut. At the last moment he could, Cody flipped upward and in near blurred motion, landed right on the flat of the blade. He perched hardly a second as Erik released his sword due to the significant weight increase. Instead of down, Cody went high, kept the tip of his sword low, and attempted to plant it in his opponent.

Erik let metal come within half an inch of his chest before he stilled it. Cody let go and dropped to his feet. From the bench, a thrilled Tommy and Joey whispered between each other over the feat.

"Your determination is high tonight," Erik tonight. "It's also a relief to see summer vacation hasn't left your reflexes sluggish," he handed him back his sword, "thus far."

"In other words, don't get cozy," Cody translated.

"Not until your mutation advances to the point of instantaneous decapitation reversal." Erik then determined, "That's it for tonight, young men. Get ready for your baths. Tommy, hang on a moment to help me with this equipment."

Heading over to his friends, Cody said, "I still can't get over Frank landin' another dynamite dame as fine as Jasmine and Sammie." He picked up his towel to rub over perspiring face and neck. Man, tall guys get all the breaks."

"Sure do," Tommy sulked.

"Do we now?" Erik walked their way to pick up his water bottle. "If that's the case, this life owes me a romantic refund."

Standing, Joey mentioned, "Laci's great-aunt isn't married. She's fifty," his countenance became impish, "so she'd probably like an older man." He moved to dash, but not before Erik's hand slapped the seat of his sweatpants.

A snickering Cody scampered after the blonde.

Tommy started to pick up his training sword to get to tidying, but beamed when Erik hoisted him. The little boy wrapped arms and legs around the man's waist and neck to hang on. As if Erik's lock on him could possibly be penetrated.

He then asked the youth, "Is anything bothering you tonight?"

Alarm took over on Tommy's face. "Did I mess up? Man, I knew my grip wasn't tight enough."

Touching their noses together, Erik calmed him. "I'm not referring to the swords, Tom. Is there something wrong between you and Trav? I noticed you didn't have a smile to spare him at the table."

"Oh. Nah," Tommy shrugged. "Scott's right about him, though. He's a royal pain."

Erik chuckled softly. "At times, but that's credited to that naughty streak you all have on some level. If it gets out of hand or you become upset, I want you to come to me before you become too angry with him. Can you do that for me?"

Tommy promised, "Anything you want, Erik."

"That's my good boychick." Erik brought him closer and tenderly patted his back. "Let's get the swords back to the cave and you into a nice bath. Afterwards, I'll read to you. Do you want a song tonight?"

Tommy nodded against his shoulder. Erik kissed his head then deemed clean-up not pressing and held him that way a minute longer.

II

The spirit of youth filed into the lounge as soon as dessert ended. Assigned to kitchen clean-up, Cordelia and Angel joined in last. Jessie sat between Raven and Becky on one sofa with Maya and Angel on the other. Cordelia and Samantha knelt on opposite sides of the coffee table, playing Go Fish.

"Green and blue?" Jessie practically swooned. "Oh, my favorites, so fab."

Across from her, Maya concurred, "Same here. I kept going back and forth because Raven and Hank already did blue and purple for their wedding. Until Sean and I came to the startling conclusion that they don't have a monopoly on blueness."

"Ours is true blue," stated Raven glibly. "They're just baby blue."

Maya mock sneered at her.

Cordelia peered up at the visiting one. "Rare to find a break from the pink bandwagon."

Samantha slapped a card down and narrowed eyes. "You're just jealous yellow doesn't have a band."

"Or a wagon," Becky tacked on importantly.

Angel simply waved it off with, "Whatever, tomboy-itis."

"I don't have tomboy-itis," Cordelia insisted. "You chicks just frighten me at times."

"Wait, is that a deal-breaker?" Jessie glanced around. "Am I banished?"

"Oh, no," Becky reassured. "You're great. We're getting rid of Cordy."

The Bostonian accused, "Pinkies are meanies."

Jessie smiled, "I'm what the who's who of fashion call "Earth-toned". Ashley's the pink enthusiast. Zoey's so all over the place. At one point, she was going on about boysenberry purple. But for Ashley's wedding, I never wanted to take off my maid of honor dress. Dusty pink charmeuse, one-shoulder strap; totally glistened in the sun."

Raven asserted, "Most likely because you were in it."

Jessie looked to her appreciatively.

"Hm," Maya appeared to ponder. "Pink and blue…"

Becky placed no-nonsense green eyes on her. "Don't even think about it."

On the opposite end of the room, the Eye Scream Team engaged in a mini pool tournament against Alex and Sean. At the small circular table near a floor lamp, Hank and Leon had out Battle-Cry Civil War.

When the older pair exchanged yet another victorious high-five, Scott nudged his partner with his elbow. "Geez, dude, you're about five seconds from foaming at the mouth."

Using his pool cue to prop his chin, Frank uttered, "Huh?..."

Scott sent his gaze Heavenly. "Hopeless."

Fully looking at him, Frank came back with, "Like you Charles Kids have room to talk. And she's not the only one I'm looking at." He peered across again. "I really hope Rae and Becky are cool."
"Quit frowning up like Dad," Alex teased. "Though I got to tell you, Frankenstein," strolling over, he clapped him on the shoulder, "when you said Greek, I didn't think you meant Aphrodite."

"You should've seen them at my show," Sean boasted. "Our little brother gave Rock Hudson a run for his money."

Spotting Hank's concern straying away from the board game yet again, Leon piped up so that only his sensitive ears could hear. "More potential squandered by a skirt." When Hank's eyes darted over to him, Leon clarified knowingly, "You're wearing your anti-Melissa defense shield. Except set to stun instead of kill."

"I don't want to kill Melissa," Hank denied. "I only want to throttle her, preferably by the neck."

"For valid reasons," Leon accepted nonchalantly. "Too bad Frank won't see it that way."

"Has he spoken to you about this girl? Any red flags?"

"No," Leon replied, "and he won't. I'm the go-to for all things ugly. I'm not accredited for pretty. But I can keep an extra eye and ear on him so you have the head's up. Just do me a favor and keep it between us junior partner instructors."

With a bob of his head, Hank agreed.

As if lured by the array of decadent perfumes, "Pardon me, ladies," Sean reached his intendent target. "Oh, nurse…"

"Away from me, you charlatan." Maya swiped at him with her polished nails. "I've heard all about your sordid love affair with that little guitarist."

Raven enlightened, "My daughter is his number one fan. She used to stalk him into the bathroom."

"Ohh," comprehended Jessie. "Zoey was just going to camp out in your bushes. I'll have to tell her to step up her game."

"Come on, baby." Sean made Maya squeak when he abruptly hoisted her at the waist. "You know you're the only gal that rings my chimes."

"Hmph." Maya turned away from him, lips protruding and a dramatic hand of woe going to her forehead. "You want a younger woman, just say it."

"They took advantage of me." Sean bowed slightly to coils arms around her from behind. "They fed me baked goods and said my hair was pretty."

Resisting laughter, Maya veered, "You're lucky I'm desperately in love with you, you scoundrel," and pecked lips with him.

Jessie bubbled inwardly over the adorability. "Their wedding is going to transcend stunning."

With a cordial chin dip to the females, Sean made it back to the pool table and Frank. "Look, I don't want to turn this into a hostage situation, but there is no we are letting Jessie out of this house until you invite her to my wedding."

"Can a guy get five seconds around here?" Frank tapped the older teen's chest with the tip of his cue. "Let her talk to Rae and the others some more."

"You better talk to her," Alex advised, adjusting the balls inside the triangle. "Before Cody or Tommy beat you to it. If Trav moves in, you know you're over."

"Man, he's smarter and cuter. I'm going in." Leaving his stick on the table, Frank looked to his brethren horde again. "But you guys have to swear not to mock me if she laughs in my face."

Scott responded deprecatingly, "No dice."

"Cool." Nerves gathered- more or less- Frank slid hands into his pants pocket as he approached the rear of the left sofa. "Alright, alright, how many embarrassing stories did they tell you?"

Jessie regarded him coyly. "It's not the quantity but the quality."

Taking her nearest hand, Frank faced the mutated blonde. "Mind if I borrow her real quick?"

"Hmmmm…" Raven appeared skeptical. "I guess. If you put down a little collateral." Frank bent over the top of the couch to kiss her cheek. "Transaction approved."

Thoroughly amused, Jessie intertwined fingers with him as she stood. Frank guided them out of the lounge, his arm winding at her waist when they stepped into the hall.

"So," she eased comfortably against his side, "did you have have toxin-spewing butterflies fluttering in your stomach when you were in the guest-of-honor-hot-seat at my place?"

"Fire-breathing dragonflies."

Jessie concluded, "Because you're one hundred percent man."

"You know it." Frank rounded a corner with her. "You should see me in my good apron, serving up my mom's heart-shaped hotcakes. Ultimate boss."

"Because real men can bring home the bacon and fry it."

"Okay, hold on here." Rounding a nook, Frank pressed his right palm against the wall and eyed her with mild suspicion. "Give it to me straight, toots. Are you a mind-reader?"

Back to the corner, Jessie smiled under the masculine shadow cast over her but still answered wryly, "Maybe. I'd love to know what you're thinking."

Frank released a heavy sigh. "So, I'm in kind of a bind here. Sean's wedding is coming up and within our Irish heritage, after a guy gets passed the age of thirteen, he's not allowed to show up to family functions unescorted or he'll be forced to wear a ten-foot shame curtain straight through the reception. Got to tell you, those things are heavy."

"For the full weight of the shame."

"Now, you're catching on." While remaining good-natured, Frank's expression grew slightly somber. "Okay, seriously, Jessie. I never cared about having a date for this thing. To tell you the truth, I didn't want to go at all at first. It caused a lot of grief between me and Sean and, I hate it, but a lot of that was on me. Even after how I acted, he brought us together that night. Now, more than anything, I want to celebrate my brother and his wife. With you."

Remaining wordless until he stopped speaking, Jessie stilled to take the request in. She slowly veered, staring vacantly at the art work on the opposite wall.

Alarm coursed through Frank's chest and he could only muster, "Jessica?"

"I would knit and carry that shame curtain myself," Jessie's gaze returned to him, "if it meant going to this wedding with you. Heck, if it meant watching paint dry with you."

Frank could hardly control the massive grin that illuminated him entirely without mutation. When he rushed at her, Jessie could hardly raise her hands in time. Frank flung his arms around her middle and swept her straight out of her shoes. She clutched him in turn, mirth increasing tenfold as he twirled with her.