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.

311. Chapter 311 A Charles by Any Other Name

Chapter Three Hundred Eleven

Author's Word: You're not delusional, people. I have risen from another attempt by the abyss to make me fall. Fall-Fail, loser! So, rumors of my alleged disinterest in the Rise or Fall series have been greatly exaggerated- due to the psychedelic experience of inhaling exhaust fumes because there is NO reasonable explanation for such rumors otherwise. Yes, there have been ghastly gaps in-between updates, but fam, guess what, in the near 7 years of this series, we've been through this before. Don't you long-time readers try to develop spontaneous amnesia, either. You know how flashbacks are such fun? Well, there are none in this chapter. This trip down memory lane involves the Ghost of Author's Words Past.

Alright, Rise or Fall has been going on since October 2011 and in that time I've gone through:

Severe seasonal allergies that caused me to type while runny-eye blinded.
Abruptly switching jobs in totally different industries.
Working insane hours that have caused young and old to question my sanity.
Ah, sanity and those bouts with anxiety, panic, depression, and a couple things not recognized by the mental health community.
At least 5-7 loved one deaths. Yeah, Chapter 203 Banshee's Battle? I wrote the bulk of that on the day when I knew- without a word from a medical professional necessary- that my platonic soulmate of 15 years was going to die. Posted mere hours before he passed away.
Wait, something happened right smack in the middle of all this. What was that- oh yeah, homelessness! Among my thoughts during this experience? "I can't wait to post Hank's new storyline *squee* Kiki and Trav finally!"

And that's the short list of my dramatic curveballs, fam. Rise or Fall isn't some geeky internet hobby. We're a community, a family! I know it gets creepy when I vanish while battling life's latest overgrown demon, but please, make the most generic penname there is and PM me, add me to your FB as Heiress Mellie, something!

Seriously, though, thank you so much to everyone who did reach out to ensure my continued breathing. It doesn't matter how many delays there are on the tracks, fam. This ride ain't over yet. Now, get to scrollin' so you can enjoy and review already!

Once he received access to the latched location, the shorter man maneuvered through the pair of stout orderlies. As soon as he entered, he offered a single affable bob of his head before shutting them out with the heavy door. From where he stood, Charles gazed at the adolescent figure in the wheelchair across the way. Freshly wound bandages covered her non-existent eyes. Mittens and socks cloaked her limbs to distract attention from her missing appendages. She sat in mandated clean clothes of soft gray cotton. Positioned before the narrow window, she received the sun's rays.

"I love your new aftershave, Professor."

"Thank you. I'll be sure to tell my wife you think so." Heading her way, Charles formally greeted her with, "Good morning, Helena. How are you?"

She responded with her own question. "Where is Raven?"

"I'm afraid she as well as my wife were unable to come in today," Charles explained. "If I make you uncomfortable—"

"I am uncomfortable." Helena added, "But not because of you."

Blocking the ensuing despondency from her words, Charles situated himself on the edge of the windowsill. "It seems there are some encouraging developments in that regard." He studied the chart he carried with him. "The physical therapists are noticing increased muscle growth and control in your arms and legs."

"Yes, I couldn't be happier. Soon I'll be an Olympic gymnast. Or a figure skater."

"Darling, you mustn't be so dismissive," Charles urged. "We are talking about vast improvements in your quality of life. If you gain movement enough for simple floor exercises, so much of your pain and stiffness will come to an end."

Helena arbitrarily asked, "Is your little girl with your wife today?"

At the strange swap in topics, Charles initially replied, "What?"

"Your daughter," Helena distinguished. "The one you say is like you."

The Professor now fully realized who she referred to. "You mean my niece. I don't actually have a daughter."

"That is only factual in this realm," Helena stated. "Inside, it's fictitious and you know it. I feel it whenever you speak of her. It's the same overwhelming warmth Raven releases whenever she mentions her children. You may try to push it away, but you'll never be rid of it."

After several seconds without a refute, Charles reminded, "We are here to talk about you, miss. Please, let's not get sidetracked."

The man continued speaking about her progression. While his accent gifted her ears with contentment, his consternation remained visible to the sightless girl.

II

Arrayed in the Brooks Brothers apparel of Erik Lehnsherr, honing the stealth of his former mercenary career, he summoned Magneto to penetrate the empty office. Making a beeline for the desk, he exercised his magnetism to re-lock the door without looking. He made himself comfortable in the swivel chair before accessing his primary target of the telephone.

The other end picked up in the form of a thick gravelly pitch. "Reeves Farm."

"Yes, hello, my name is Erik Lehnsherr." To satisfy an entertainment craving, he created his own sideshow by animating the metallic objects sprawled across the desk. "I'm calling on behalf of Simeon Norwell. I'm one of his counselors from the treatment facility."

"Right." The other man then surmised, "One of those rubber room reps. What's this about my grandson?"

"Since he left here, I've made it a point to stay up-to-date on his file. Would you happen to know why his last homecare visit was cancelled?"

"I'm not altogether sure, but I'm guessing it had something to do with the fact that we cancelled it. Next ones, too."

"What?" Erik sat up straight in the chair. "The purpose of those visits is to observe and combat the tell-tale signs of potential relapse."

"Hey," came the sharp counter, "don't talk about my grandson like he's some kind of junkie raising hell to get his next fix. I'm not altogether sure what you people did, but Simeon is home, he's healthy, and he's the happiest I've seen him in too long."

Attempting to maintain a grasp on his composure, Erik requested, "May I speak to him?"

"He's out with his mother. My daughter has the full day off with him. Look, I know she'll appreciate your concern, but just do us and Simeon a real favor. Let us be."

"… Good day." Erik Inattentively reattached the receiver to its base.

Lacing fingers together, he stared forward until his surroundings became murky blurs.

IIIIIII

As if released from a comatose state only to go into an entranced one, the redheaded woman gazed about the guest suite she once occupied for extended periods. Though it all seemed strange at first, the memories flooded her by the gallons. She saw lights of the season, stunning décor, heard the fanciful youngsters, and reveled with them in the safety and serenity gifted to them.

Naturally, no sight proved more captivating than that of her second born. He busied himself getting her luggage situated on top of the bed, she knew no recent mailed photograph did him justice. With wide eyes on-looking, it amazed her to see him hoist and deposit the carry-on as well as the Goliath of a suitcase in simultaneous motion. Her once bony boy now packed a far more obvious fit and toned physique. The sunlight showed the hints of medium auburn in his thick but trimmed hair. She also noticed the personalized blue athletic apparel with "X" t-shirt in red.

Finally taking notice of his mother's trained gaze on him, Frank formed an amused countenance. "What?"

"Just… look at you." Alana took a step forward to delicately cup his cheeks. In further disbelief, she absorbed how he could now stand eye to eye with her. "Who in the world replaced my cutie pie with such a hunk?"

"Mommy," Frank reacted somewhat bashfully, nuzzling into her touch. "God…" Sudden moisture filling his eyes, he inched in to leave his head on her shoulder. "I missed you so much."

"Ohh, my baby." Alana provided a soothing hand along his back and kissed his hair. "It's anyone's guess how I functioned on this mission. Between safeguarding Lin's health in every foreign land and the rest of my mind belonging to you and Jeff, sleep has been a lost cause."

"Are they okay?" Frank lifted his head to face her again. "I got Lin's package, but I haven't heard from Jeff in a while. Dad even longer."

"With the demonstrations going on in Japan, communication has been difficult and minimal," Alana explained. "Our military has provided additional protection for the families living on base. Linny is still in Ireland aiding flood victims. The moment safety clearance is granted, we'll be able to get Jeff back. Unfortunately, your father believes that could take all summer."

In a combination statement and question, Frank said, "But they're fine for the time being. Right?"

Alana answered with, "Does it look like I've been erratically yanking my hair out by the root?"

"Like it'd matter?" Frank made a seat of her carry-on bag and put on an adorable smile. "You always look so pretty, Mommy."

With an amused air about her, Alana used the larger suitcase to sit near him. "You're trying to pull off a snow job this close to Independence Day?"

"Mother, please, I would never do that." Frank next made sure to tack on, "With you." His fanciful expression became curiously somber. So, you and Dad… you've been talking?"

"Sporadically, yes."

"… What about?"

"About what matters." Alana then clarified, "You, Linny, and Jeff. Nothing more." She sent fingers through his hair as she took in the room again. "I can't believe how quiet it is. For this house, that's a little unsettling."

"Everybody's had a lot going on. Raven and the ladies are shopping for goods and services completely unrelated to my birthday."

"I'm sure," Alana said wryly.

Frank also quickly informed, "Erik will be home- him and Charles- in time for dinner."

Alana stared thoughtfully. "Think we have time for a kosher run? After we pick up a few new things for you that is."

Insides somehow further uplifted, Frank jumped to his feet. "Just let me swap out for less heathen clothes." He reached the doorway before peering back. "Oh wow, this means you get to meet Jessie tomorrow."

"Is he another in your genius squadron at school?" Alana guessed.

"No, Mom," Frank laughed. "We're not even in the same school and she is one hundred percent girl. Wait 'til you see her. I'm talking living, breathing Wonder Woman." Letting off a whistle, the boy hurried along to his own quarters.

Alana remained in lingering silence until she mock fainted onto the mattress.

II

Far more enriching than a king receiving his crown, the returned X-Man experienced an exhilarating rush when presented with the bright-faced tyke. Dressed in navy pants and a cerulean-white striped shirt that enhanced his light hair and shining blue eyes, Brian only stared. Trick started to speak to him but stayed quietly observant while the one-year-old touched around his face. It made Trick smile when the minute fingers dragged through his thin stubble. When the boy seemed comfortable enough, Trick brought him in for a lingering hug. Brian took the opportunity to yank at the man's hair.

Seated on the arm of their sofa, an unsurprised Alex shook his head. Trick diverted Brian's attention by sharing Keebler cookies with him. Chocolate chips soon coated the corners of the highly pleased baby's mouth. Alex snagged three of the treats for himself.

Re-entering the Havok Hovel, Angel commented lightheartedly, "You X-Manly Men don't choke now," as she brought in warm mugs for them and a sippy cup for Brian.

"Thank you, darlin'," Trick said, though he helped Brian drink his milk before touching his coffee.

"Ooh. Are these bing cherries?" Angel removed the clear package from the nearly overflowing basket. She sat on Trick's left. "I'm back in San Francisco."

"Geez, the Alphas never sniffed after me like this," Alex marveled, collecting a handful of green grapes next. "These babes are throwing themselves at you, Ang."

"I know," Angel said, still attempting to process it all. "If Ben saw this, he'd think I was creepin'."

"Revel in it, sweet lass," Trick encouraged. "My little sis is always filling my ear about campus rush weeks. She's been involved in so many activities."

"You should hear her cheers." At their eyes making a rapid path for him, Alex darted his own blue irises, "I walked in on her showing Becky and Jasmine," and stuffed his mouth with grapes.

Losing his small smirk, Trick turned to the X-Girl present. "I could have her phone you if you like."

"I'd love that." At another thought, Angel lowered her mug. "Let me put some fresh linens in your room. Lord only knows when it was last vacuumed up there."

Trick quickly protested, "Don't you go putting yourself out, Angie. You're already a one-woman welcoming committee."

"I don't mind," Angel insisted, heading out again. "And you need to rest up from that flight. I know how wild it is switching back and forth between time zones."

Trick watched her leave and stated, "Genuine jewel she is."

"Insane, isn't it?" When a confused Trick turned to him, Alex elaborated with, "When Erik and Charles first started this, we were the bottom of the barrel recruits; total pond scum. Now, we're only on Westchester University's most wanted list."

Trick responded, "Tis to the choir you preach, BMoC. The music teacher who graduated by the skin of his arse." At Brian's all too cheerful reaction, Trick urged, "And don't you think about repeating that one in front of your folks."

Alex's good-humor faded somewhat. "Look, Trickster, I'm glad you're here and definitely that Alana came for Frank, but you got to know, there's a lot going on around here beyond Sean and Maya's wedding."

Lifting one reassuring palm, Trick said, "That event will have its bliss in abundance. At the moment, I'm here for not-so-little Frankie's birthday."

Alex replied, "Good," with an approving bob of his head. "I better look in on the twins."

Trick stood before he did. "No, let me." Adjusting Brian on his hip, he tickled his nose. "I think they'll be interested in a gifty or two I brought over with me. Where are the McCoy mites?"

Posture growing a little awkward, Alex explained, "They're out back with Scott. Better wait a while. Pretty hard to pry Kiki and Trav off those ponies."

Understanding the unspoken portion of the younger male's words, Trick nodded covertly. His face resumed its radiance as he carried Brian out while offering his finger for the tiny fist to squeeze.

IIIIIII

After he gave the eager middle-school boys their individual sacks of sugar-coated goods, another pair approached the elderly man's counter. With a wiggle of his spectacles, he took in the familiar benign face of the teenager.

"Little Maya Patterson," he happily distinguished. "You just get prettier every day. I hardly know you from that pig-tailed cutie just knee-high to that counter.

Pushing a portion of her hair behind her ear, Maya returned the greeting with, "Hi, Mr. Grimshaw, thanks. But it will be Maya Cassidy very soon."

"Yes, that's right. My wife saw your mother in here just the other day," the man recalled. "Says she's never seen her in brighter spirits." He noticed the smaller youth with her. "And who's this little fellow?"

Maya touched the shoulder of the one in question. "This is my new brother-in-law, Tommy."

The boy stopped staring incessantly at the various candy displays to wave. "Hi."

"We'll have two RCs," At the dual wrapped basketball card/bubble gum combinations in his hand, Maya took them to place on the counter, "these, and two mixed bags with fudge drizzle."

"Sweet-salty sensation times two coming up." Mr. Grimshaw turned to prep the order.

Tommy watched the store owner with intrigue. After he saw to opening the selected drinks and retrieving straws for them, Mr. Grimshaw made a path for the popcorn machine. He shoveled individual scoops of salted, caramel, and cheddar into different bags. He topped off both with a ladle's worth of fudge.

When he returned to the register, he tallied everything. "That's a dollar and two cents. Fudge on the house." After a grateful Maya paid him, he said after the departing two, "Have a good day now, Cassidys."

"Thanks, mister," Tommy waved again, using his hip to push the door open for Maya.

Smiling at the blue-eyed charmer, Maya guided them over to an empty bench facing the street. "Now remember, if you hate it, I owe you a candy kingdom."

"Gonna hold you to that." With their drinks in his possession, Tommy settled them on the space between them. He took a popcorn bag from Maya and with the surge of one on a dare, he tossed a sizable handful into his mouth at once. His eyes lit brilliantly as he chewed and swallowed. "Whoa! This choco-corn's dynamite."

"Told you," Maya playfully gloated. "Just do me a favor and don't get any wedged in your throat. I speak from experience."

To aid in that request, Tommy merrily sipped four ounces of his soda. "Mr. Grimshaw's nice. Too bad the candy joint by the mansion doesn't have a popcorn machine."

"I don't go in nearly as often as I did as a kid. The hospital is barely five minutes from here, so I used to stop off with my parents a lot," Maya reminisced. "Pantry restocks and dinner fix-its with my mom. Root beer floats with my dad. I lived for the nights they were both off, especially Sundays. We'd get a whole big snack haul for flicks on TV; Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, Singin' in the Rain…"

"Lucky. We can't even chuck our clothes after church. Always got to stay neat and proper for the Sunday meal, especially if neighbors come by." Attention on his newly acquired cards, Tommy inquired, "Who's your favorite center? Russell or Chamberlain?" At her unusually blank expression, "Basketball, Maya. Bill Russell, Wilt Chamberlain?"

"Oh!" Maya then selected, "Wilt Chamberlain. He's the seven-foot-forever one, right?"

A droll Tommy stated, "Like my mom doing crosswords at my games."

Maya gladly accepted the Chamberlain card from him. "Thank you, all-star."

Tommy asked, "What is it your dad did? I know he wasn't a nurse."

A bubble of cheer made Maya exhale airily. "No, he kept refusing to shave his legs for the dress. He was an engineer; their top man, actually." Gaze stilling, she faced forward and pointed at a certain angle across the way. "He died right there."

The stunned boy's entire frame stiffening at once prevented him from choking on kernels. "… What?" His eyes followed her indication.

"Almost five years ago. We had relatives in town and Mom put on a barbeque. We were having so much fun out back, I didn't even hear Dad leave." Maya peered over her shoulder and Tommy did also, both eying Grimshaw's General Goods. "He came to pick up more soda. Mr. Grimshaw told me they spent five minutes going back and forth on the last Yankees game." They looked ahead again. "He got the green light. As soon as he turned the corner, a bigger car- a truck or something- came right at him. He was going the wrong way down the street and slashed straight through the driver's side. People around all said it sounded like glass exploding."

"What happened to him?" Tommy wanted to know. "The one who hit your dad."

"He retained some damage, but still got away. The witnesses said there's no way he was sober." A taut smile came to Maya's face. "Yet he conveniently remembered how to drive when his life was on the line."

Tommy hopped up urgently. "They still haven't found the dude?"

"It's a lot easier to get away with hit-and-runs on weekends and summer," Maya explained. "With no heavy traffic, they can be in Canada before the police finish their tenth coffee break of the day. The one who hit Emma and the Professor two years ago is still out there, too. I actually blamed myself for that one."

"Say what?" Tommy reacted indignantly. "What are you, one of those whack-job geniuses? You didn't have anything to do with that. Sean told me you guys were at the beach."

"Exactly." Only baffling him more, Maya explained, "The Professor and I were really close. I loosen up and try to have some real fun, I lose another dad. When he pulled through, I almost refused to believe it. Then, we wind up on a ski trip in Canada of all things."

"That's where you found Wolverine," Tommy concluded.

Maya replied reflectively, "Here I thought 1960 was the summer that changed my life forever." She toyed with her straw. "Let's finish up so we can stop by my place before the city."

When their snacks became crumbs and empty bottles, Maya dug the moist wipes out of her purse for their hands. Tommy slam-dunked their clutter into the nearby trash can. Going into the general store's small parking lot, they climbed back inside the metallic blue transport. As Maya backed out, she felt Tommy's shielding palm press against her upper arm.

IIIIIII

After multiple months of water pressure varying between low and frigid, Alana relished in the Niagara Falls of the Xavier guest shower. Only the need to get back to her boy pried her from the tub in a timely fashion. She departed the suite in a lavender scoop-neck top with a white-gold cross necklace, charcoal tulip skirt, and silver pointed flats that matched her shoulder bag. When she received no response from knocking on Frank's door and heard nothing outside his preferred bathroom, she made her way downstairs.

The hunch she entertained received confirmation when she located him in the foyer. With hardly a single strand of hair out of place, Frank now had on khakis and steel blue polo with white horizontal stripe across the sleeves and front. Alana also spotted the recently polished oxford shoes. While her physical form stayed in place at the mansion, her mind journeyed not many years back to the grade-schooler. Be it the most tedious grocery aisle or the chairs outside the women's dressing room, the tyke never strayed. From the age of three, he tended to preoccupy himself with a book or toy. As he grew, so did his dutiful nature until he appeared to act as his mother's personal bodyguard.

"Mom," Frank acknowledged her presence first. "Angel said we can borrow her car. Sean's been showing me the ropes, so I can get us into town while you relax if you want."

At the title merely leaving his lips not for the only time that day, Alana approached and seized him in another hug. "You are Heaven-sent. I'm sorry I haven't mentioned that enough."

Snuggling against her shoulder, Frank quipped, "You've only been on freedom soil a few hours, Mommy."

"I meant enough in your lifetime." Alana kept an arm around him on their way to the garage. "You're driving now? Oh, this I have to see. A whole chunk of us city slickers don't get around to that until our twenties."

"You and the X-Women are already a marvel. I swear most moms are terrified behind the wheel. Oh, hey." Remembering the paper assortment he carried on his person, Frank removed it from his pocket. "Check this out. My latest reward for "scholastic achievement". Starting over with brand new torture."

Accepting the rolled bundle like a diploma, Alana attempted to smooth the vast wrinkles in the parchments. "Ah, here we go again, huh? Do you realize this will be your third school in three years? Though I am glad it's not because you wound up in boot camp like your older cousin."

"Yeah, Jed still has egg on his face over that one," Frank said with utmost satisfaction. "On my birthday card from him and Aunt Cee, he wrote "Nice to see your brain back in your head instead of crammed up your butt". Guess he's the expert, being a total butt and all."

"Honey, don't call your uncle things like that." Alana casually tacked on, "Butts actually serve a vital function," making her son snort. In the garage, Frank led them to their borrowed vehicle. "Sweet Pete, that's gorgeous."

"The girls got the best grad gifts of all time." Frank unlocked it and opened the passenger door for his mother. "You should see the wheels Wolverine customized for Maya."

Stroking his cheek as she entered the car, Alana continued reading the program information. "With the hard work you've put in, we'll have to look into a helicopter for you. You're also a graduate as far as I'm concerned."

"Don't let Charles hear that," Frank half-joked, going around to the driver's side. "He'll have me dolled up for a commencement ceremony. But that helicopter will make seeing Jessie ten times easier."

Alana sent her gaze Heavenly. "Me and my bright ideas."

With a snicker, Frank inserted the ignition key. "Logan usually makes school my cut-off point. Sean lets me go a little further for night driving." Eyes widening, Frank urged, "Don't tell Erik. Or Charles. And if you could forget I just told you, that'd be great, too."

Alana calmly responded, "Either one of you winds up comatose, you'd better hope you stay in that condition."

"We already came up with a plan," Frank claimed. "While you and Raven are duking it out over who gets to strangle us first, we'll sneak out the back."

"At least you've thought it through. Get us there and I'll drive us home. That way we're only being vaguely illegal."

"Cool. Let's go to the diner for coffee. That'll perk you up," Frank suggested and Alana agreed.

Placing focus on carefully guiding them out of the garage, the plentiful sunshine of the outdoors soon came into view. Alana kept her eyes on the papers, not wanting to stress his nerves by seemingly watching his every twitch. She also sat at ease due to North Salem's streets being such a complete contrast to New York's bustling chaos. Frank's immense awareness amazed her when he continuously stomped on the brakes if pedestrians so much as appeared contemplating crossing. At one point, a pair of college-aged girls reacted in shock to the courtesy and waved quite appreciatively at the driver as they hurried along. Alana resisted laughing at her son's enormous grin.

They made it to the café and Frank parked in their small side lot while Alana went straight in for the ladies' room. By the time she returned, she found Frank already settled at a two-seater by the windows. As she moved to sit across from him, she spotted the massive mugs with individual slices of sweetness right next to them.

"You sly little sneak," Alana playfully accused, aiming a fork his way. "What have I told you about spending money on me—"

"On, near, or within thirty to ninety calendar days of my birthday," Frank recited knowingly. "This is all for me, like I want to wait around in line with the time it takes you ladies to get out of the bathroom." At her continued skepticism, Frank indicated the desserts. "Mommy, chocolate cheesecake…"

"You are the cutest nuisance," Alana finally relented. She raised the mug for a sip. "Oh, perfection. You remembered the hazelnut."

"Of course." Frank currently sprinkled four sugars and two creams into his own mug.

Alana's right eyebrow leaped. "When did you become a coffee consumer?"

"Blame Lee," Frank accused. "He's obsessed with the stuff. But I love this blend he throws together for our morning sessions."

Alana said nonchalantly, "If caffeine is the worst habit you get into at your age, I'll take it."

Coughing on his bite of cheesecake, Frank lifted his cup to chug from it.

"Chew, my love," Alana admonished with perking in progress.

IIIIIII

Due to the asylums rather dim layout, the metal wielder needed to adjust his eyes to the florescent lighting of the retail establishment. To the contrary, the telepath gazed about and maneuvered euphorically. His glowing features came close to outpowering the overhead bulbs.

"Tell me you at least know what you're after," Erik said disdainfully. "I'd like Frank to still be fourteen by the time we're home."

Charles countered, "You'd like him to still be twelve by the time we're home."

"At least then this little detour would serve a purpose." Erik took in the numerous colorful displays of plastic men and plush creatures. "He's well past being fancied by these trinkets."

"The same cannot be said for the smaller boys."

Though it stunned him not, Erik still reasoned, "Really, Charles, it isn't their birthdays and Cody very recently enjoyed a lavish one."

"He's part of the reason I want to spruce the rec room a bit." Charles brought them to the unisex section of the store. "I thought they would appreciate a few more realistic weapons and a few more dress-up articles for the princesses." The younger Headmaster sent his brother a special smile. "They couldn't have been more adorable pretending to be their grandfathers. Admit it."

Foiled by lab rat logic yet again, Erik finally conceded, "Only a few new things." He looked through an assortment of pirate merchandise. "If we find something close to the authentic weight of a blade, Cody will be less inclined to make a prop of his dagger."

Charles said, "While I'm relieved he knew much better than to let Joey or Tommy near it, I would still like you to have a word with him."

"I plan to," Erik assured. "He's so used to practicing with it by himself. I know the sight can be a little disconcerting for you. And Joey already has you worried there."

"Only initially. Logan ribs me about getting a thrill from observing them and he's right," Charles happily admitted. "Your swordsmanship instruction has been good for the lads."

Erik added, "It's my peace of mind that's benefited. They need to acquire as many lines of defense as possible. That goes for Tommy as well. I never want him to know the helplessness he went through when Sean was taken from him."

Considering that, Charles put forth, "I realize it isn't his birthday, but I want us to bring something into the rec room for Tommy. Make it plain he's no houseguest merely borrowing our children's playthings."

To that particular indulgence, Erik readily agreed.

IIIIIII

When he reached the second story of his home, the restauranteur announced himself with, "Where are my pretty people?" At the sound of feminine lifeforms coming from his middle child's quarters, Nik started in that direction.

"Are you sure about this one?" Seated at the foot of the cluttered bed, Ashley held the turquoise tea dress wistfully. "Your eyes just sparkle in it."

"I already wore blue to his house," an unseen Jessie responded from the closet.

"And you said it was a crowd-pleaser," Ashley reminded.

"Well, now it's repetitious," Jessie refuted simply.

"In that case," Ashley next selected the coral one with empire waist, "what about this?"

Sticking her head out to see which she referred to, Jessie scowled deeply. "I can't wear pink. Half the girls in his house are obsessed with it."

Ashley eyed her blankly. "Your train of logic makes frequent stops in Wonderland, doesn't it?"

Throwing her head back in exasperation, Jessie explained, "I'll look like I'm trying too hard; utterly desperate to fit in with them."

"Fine, fair point," Ashley granted.

"Pardon me, Gabor sisters," Nik finally spoke, "but where'd you stick the little one?"

As if on cue, Zoey hopped up from pawing through discarded garments by the side of the bed. "Hi, Daddy."

"Where did you come from?" a puzzled Jessie questioned.

"According to Yaya, a cabbage patch." Nik hoisted Zoey when she came to him, receiving a kiss on the head from her.

Ashley next suggested, "Green skirt with your tan blouse."

"That's way too professional for a birthday party," Jessie rationalized with a frustrated sigh.

"Sounds perfect," remarked Nik. "The way you're agonizing this, you'd think you had an interview at the oval office first thing in the morning. You already broke the ice with Frank's family."

Zoey informed, "His mom's here. All the way from Ireland."

Certainly intrigued, Nik responded, "Is she?"

"She walks on water and changes apples to pies," Ashley detailed drolly. "Or so the legend goes."

"Lord, have mercy. My baby found herself a mama's boy." Nik sat Zoey next to Ashley as he approached Jessie with a sympathetic hug. "It's okay, Puddin' Cup. We'll get through this together."

Though aware of his jest, Jessie still leaned on him and clutched his shirt. "I thought going to each other's houses already meant the hard stuff was out of the way. I could handle hanging with his friends at a party, but now his mom? It feels like everything's going at warp speed."

With Zoey lounging in her lap, Ashley offered hearteningly, "Sometimes the best ones follow their own timeclock. Without even consulting you."

"Say that again," Nik instantly concurred. He inched back enough to peer down into the frazzled blue eyes. "You really like Frank, don't you?"

Jessie gave off a nod. "Even the nicest kids I met in school treat me like the glitz and glam city girl. This Saks Fifth Avenue celebrity. I just started talking to Frank, but it's like he's the only one who sees the actual me at all." Her lips quirked wryly. "Why he likes that girl, your guess is as good as mine."

"Because of one thing we know for sure," Nik asserted. "Kid's got a brain in his head." At Jessie's smile, he delicately stroked her cheek. "And speaking of Saks, what's say you three head their way in the morning? Or Loehmann's, Bloomy's; find yourself the perfect number for this shindig."

Zoey grinned from ear to ear and Ashley mentioned, "We do need to find you something for this wedding, anyway." She looked to their father. "Do you think you can handle the trainees?"

Eying his oldest sardonically, Nik answered, "After apprenticing under a seasoned pro like you, yeah, I think I'm about ready to solo."

"Thank you, thank you, Daddy." Jessie got on the tips of her toes to kiss his cheek.

Nik left an arm around her. "This lady may walk on water, but my gorgeous girls are enough to split the Red Sea."

"Yeah!" seconded Zoey.

"Now, come on," Nik ushered the trio. "I hear the leftover honey cake I brought home calling our names."

Eyes twinkling, Zoey shot out of Ashley's hold.

"Oh no you don't, greedy." Jessie sped after her.

Nik and Ashley shared an amused glance before departing the room.

IIIIIII

At her mother's heels like a fascinated cub trying to keep up with the pride's lead huntress, Samantha again beseeched, "Mama, please. We'll be home early."

"You'll be home all night," Adrienne replied matter-of-factly, making a path for her middle sister's suite. "You know we have people over. People who crossed continents to be here at that."

"What does that have to do with me?" an exasperated Samantha wanted to know. They walked through the bedroom and continued onto the balcony, where Kayla and Emma waited. "Like Trick will actually notice if I'm not there. It's not like I'm Angel. And I don't even know Frank's mother."

"Well, after tonight you won't be able to say that anymore." Adrienne situated the wine glasses on top of the outdoor table. "You were already with Collin for the entire afternoon. Tonight, you are eating with your family."

Still, Samantha protested, "But I've barely seen Collin since I got home. We had company last night, tomorrow is the party, and I even said no to going out Saturday because we have WU. Can we at least go to the drive-in?"

"Ah, yes. Collin did recently obtain his license, didn't he?" Adrienne recalled.

"Yes," Samantha beamed. "So, can we go? Please?"

"Absolutely. Make a full night of it." Adrienne turned to look at her. "As soon as we finish dinner, you, Victor, and I will go pick up Collin. Actually, with the capacity that X-Van holds, we can bring your sister and cousins along also."

So far from good-humored, Samantha's brown eyes developed an inferno. "Angel gets to go to the drive-in with Ben."

"Yes, she does," an undeterred Adrienne confirmed. "How is that relevant to you?"

Samantha looked between the other two female elders imploringly. "Aunties?"

Emma promptly responded, "Your mother already answered you. More than once."

Kayla said, "But if you really want our input, were it up to me you would be chaperoned more often."

Ire ruling her entire system now, the girl veered. Before she could huff off, she found herself yank by her right forearm.

"Go right to the bathroom, wash your face, and this putrid attitude better go down the drain in the process," a nonsense void Adrienne instructed. "You will be pleasant and mindful of your manners this evening, an obviousness I shouldn't need to reiterate. Is that understood, dear?"

Inner flames sufficiently extinguished, Samantha gave off a meek bob of her head. "Yes, Mother."

Satisfied, Adrienne unhanded her. "Go on then." As Samantha quietly returned to the inside, the redheaded executive joined the other two at the outdoor table with a fatigued sigh.

Kayla poured the first glass of strawberry margarita mix and held it out to her. "The never-ending battle known as motherhood."

"Much obliged," Adrienne said of the drink and savored the first sip. "While I will admit she isn't nearly as wearisome as the average fifteen-year-old, far too often she's convinced the sky is falling over every social inconvenience."

"Oh, come now, Big Sis." Emma added another squirt of lime juice to her drink. "You know you remember that age. The social hierarchy was your bread, butter, and breath. Mommy considered me a two-headed oddity for my disregard of it."

"If Samantha only knew," Adrienne put forth. "Mommy would have been fit to be tied over our having steady boyfriends. And one of Collin Murphy's background? She would have hired an assassin."

"After she recovered from the fainting spell," Emma added drolly.

Kayla took her glass from her lips to chime in with, "My parents would have passed out as well. From the shock of me giving any young man the time of day."

"On this note of scandalous subject matter," Adrienne asserted slyly, facing her sister, "I see your friend Alana Tolbert is in town."

Emma replied, "A shockwave to say the least. I invited her to join us for R-and-R, but she and Frank are in their natural habitat known as the kitchen."

"Or No Man's Land among the Frosts," quipped Adrienne. "I still recall that last Christmas she was here. She and Erik appeared rather comfortable. Quite cozy in fact."

Emma gave her a flat look. "How astute, Big Sis."

"So, the narrow-minded lout has an affinity for gingers." Smirk in place, Adrienne fingered the rim of her glass. "I can't decide whether to be repulsed, amused, or commending of his impeccable taste."

Kayla turned to Emma with a dry expression. "You honestly grew up with this?"

"You should have seen her as Homecoming Queen." Emma raised her drink to deter those memories from reaching the surface.

"In any case," Kayla moved on, "Erik has no business on her priority list at the moment. I know well the emotional investment that goes into these mission trips and how frequent communication is near impossible. However, the effect on Frank was made evident before she ever set foot on that plane. Frank has polluted his system and almost lost his life more than once with self-destructive behavior."

"You just described the vast majority of male adolescence," Adrienne informed offhandedly. "If you grew up with our brother, you would believe Frank a top contender for the Vatican."

"This is not about Chris, Dri," Emma emphasized.

"He isn't your student," Kayla said pointedly to the scarlet-haired woman. "You cannot fathom having such a promising, fiery passionate boy nearly drown from the inside out. The worst part is his own mother being the root of it all. He felt so abandoned."

Adrienne countered, "You call going to the aide of her older son abandonment? The one so fresh from remission?"

Kayla waved that off briskly. "Lincoln never should have been allowed to go."

"It was their father's consent that overruled her," Emma brought up.

"I'm sure it was," Kayla believed. "However, Lincoln lived on his own for months before Alana so abruptly decided to join him. I don't mean to condemn her after all she went through, but it comes off extremely self-serving. Jet-setting while her sons are scattered across three different continents."

"Ah, so here it comes." Adrienne placed her margarita on the table. "The marine takes part in pugilistic conquests for months to years at a time and receives a hero's parade upon return. A woman attempts to make a difference through peaceful means and is deemed a reprehensible mother. Unless she's an X-Woman or in a glorified baby-sitting profession such as schoolteacher."

Emma eyed her sister with censure. "And your liberating field is what exactly? Glorified pornography?"

"You would know better than I, Little Sis," Adrienne shot back. "As a pioneer of the world's oldest profession."

"I see you two missed naptime today," interjected Kayla. "Care to rejoin the Big Girls Table?" At their blue eyes darting her way, she focused on the older Frost. "Among the numerous criticisms I do indeed have of you, your maternity- to my astonishment- does not make the list. It would take hours to detail all the positive you've done for Angel, trying to fill your mother's shoes for Cordy, and giving Sam a name and family after she landed in your life without warning. You're a CEO who somehow manages to clear her schedule to witness small town ball games. Sam is happy here; stable and adjusted. Frank is still on the journey back from losing so much of himself."

A conflicted Emma said, "I'm unable to scorn Alana. She hangs the moon in Frank's eyes. I've seen her dedication to her boys; all she went through when Lincoln was sick. She's the reason Frank had so much as a shred of self-esteem through his father's distant coldness."

"And now, she's the reason nothing will be left of him beyond shreds. As soon as she walks out that door again." Tenaciousness made up Adrienne's countenance as she challenged, "Tell me I'm wrong."

"For once," Emma spoke morosely, "I can't."

With the educators wading into a sea of contemplation, Adrienne took the liberty of refilling their drinks.

IIIIIII

Ascending the stairs two at a time, the ash blonde reached the loft. Instant inner vibrations of warmth and solace coursed through his system upon mere sight of the rustic space.

Preoccupied with the weapons chest, Victor had already sensed the approaching younger male. "Get a decent snooze in?"

"Could there ever be such a thing?" Trick half-joked, rubbing away at tension in his neck. "Did you check in on me about an hour ago or did the jetlag hit me harder than I thought?"

Victor answered, "Both," and turned to face him after relocking the firearms. "C'mere, kid." At the way the security chief's arms spread, a giddy Trick stepped over to receive the embrace. "Glad you're home. Without a detour through the ER."

Trick replied impishly, "Only because Charlie and I have yet to tavern hop."

Victor ruffled his hair with mild roughness. "While we're on that track, I want you to level with me." He dipped his head for their eyes to do so first. "Is this a legit visit? No secrets? Where's Jazzy?"

"No secrets," Trick confirmed firstly, "though I don't blame you in the slightest if you can't believe that." He smiled at the mention of his daughter. "Precious is with our cousins in Galway. She didn't come with us because she wanted to take part in this schoo—"

"Hey, Coach!" Both men looked to see the long legs bounding up the stairs. "You got time to—" Scott's pace and enthusiasm both came to an abrupt halt on sight of the other blonde elder. "… Heard you were back."

"Scottie," Trick acknowledged with awed cheer. "Just take a look at you. Alex wasn't kidding about you sprouting like a weed."

When the musician appeared ready to come his way, Scott inched back, crossing his arms. "I'm sorry for interrupting."

"Hold on," directed Victor. "What'd you want to ask me?"

"It's not important," Scott determined. "You're busy. Besides, I better wash up before Em nails me."

Forlornly watching him go, Trick admitted, "I do have one ulterior motive while I'm here. Graveling of monumental proportions. Though let's face it, that's no secret."

Victor offered a heartening squeeze to his shoulder.

II

Somehow retaining the recipe, Alana removed the golden-brown loaves from the oven. With the stove already loaded, she brought the transparent pans to the island. The ins and outs of the spectacular mansion kitchen proved something else her memory kept alive and thriving. From that first Christmas she received the highly unexpected escape compliments of the Irish and English X-Knights, she found herself at ease preparing meals in the space. Going to the stove to stir, her eyes floated over to where Frank contained Trav in his lap. The smaller boy assisted him with the artichoke salad.

"L-E-T-T…" Trav stalled, able to taste it on the tip of his tongue. "U-S."

"That's the way it sounds." Frank added that very food item to the large bowl. "Think about what it looks like. I know you know."

With a strained face as he attempted to recall. "L-E-T-T-U…"

"Keep going," Frank encouraged.

"C-E." Trav peered up at him anxiously. "Right?"

"You shoot, you score, little guy." Frank used the salad tongs to indicate the slices of redness. "Try tomato."

"T-O-E-M-A-T-O."

"Vowel overload." Frank then clarified, "You're thinking about the plural that ends in E-S."

"I messed up two in a row?" Trav pounded both fists on the table. "How come I'm so stupid?"

Alana started to remark on that one until her son did so first with, "Hey, hey," Frank sat Trav on the edge of the table so they could face each other, "calm down, little guy. No tummy aches when my mom cooks. Save that for the slop I throw together."

The woman in question laughed softly before addressing the grade-school child. "You know, Trav, there are doctors five times your age or more who can't spell for the life of them."

A floored Trav looked at her with enlarged eyes. "Really?"

"Don't get me started on their handwriting," Alana said in disdain. "An absolute embarrassment."

"Why do you think docs need nurses so bad?" Frank put forth. "They do all the real work while the doctors poke, prod, and play golf."

"Daddy doesn't play golf," Trav pointed out. "And he works really hard."

Frank explained, "Because your dad's M.D. doesn't stand for Medical Doctor. His is Magic Dude."

Raven entered, receiving music in the form of her son's giggles. She stayed in place, looking on at Frank hoisting the tyke high over his head.

Alana used her elbow to softly nudge her. "Enjoy it for all its worth."

"Every moment is one less," Raven quoted mainly to herself. She repositioned herself to lean against the older woman's back and peek over her shoulder. "Five minutes in the door and you're a lifesaver. I still have a circus worth ahead of me for tomorrow. Here I thought all-nighters were behind me for the summer."

Switching off the front-right burner, Alana offered, "I can pitch in tonight."

Raven wondered, "You're not Rip Van Winkle by now? You have to be bushed."

"Motherhood and nursing? I've had my fair share of all-nighters," Adrienne assured.

"Hey, what's the big secret?" Frank addressed the murmuring pair.

"For us to know and Lovebugs to find out." Making her way to the table, Raven sent an affectionate hand through Frank's hair then collected Trav from him. "Kay, Pooh Bear, time to get spiffy."

"You sound like Uncle Charles," Trav commented in good-humor.

"Flatterer," Raven responded as she carried him out on her hip.

Once by themselves again, Frank brought the completed salad to the island. "Hey, Mom?"

"Hm?" Alana waved off the excessive heat around them with an oven mitt.

"… There's some stuff we need to talk about." Frank used clear wrap to cover the bowl and keep the vegetables from drying. "But I want to wait until Dad gets home."

Alana glanced his way with bewilderment evident. "Honey, you know with everything going on that won't be—"

"I don't mean him," Frank clarified pungently. Pressing his palms against the top of the island, he looked back at her. "Erik, Mom. A lot's happened around here and… he's Dad now. Not the only one. Just the one that counts."

Alana absorbed the statement and came back with, "I understand that sentiment better than you think." She came to him to grasp his wrists. "We seem fated to remain in the file labeled 'complicated'."

"Guess we know why we became friends with the Hughes," Frank quipped.

Giving him a gentle smile, Alana reeled him into her hold. "Whatever it is and whenever you're comfortable, I'm here to listen, baby. You can tell me anything. That'll never change."

"Thanks, Mommy." Frank closed his eyes when he felt moisture building and clung to her arms.

II

When the security man reached the dining room, he witnessed the beautiful production line within the elegant space. Becky wore a pear green dress consisting of three-quarter-length sleeves and a pleated skirt that reached her shin. She arranged the plates and glasses while Samantha shined their choice of silverware. In the normally vacant chair and opposite head of the table, the blonde had changed into her sleeveless black, sunflower patterned dress. In cherry red with complementing black tights and mary-janes, Kiki assisted the older two by positioning the napkins.

Logan received Becky's attention with a whistle and strolling her way to present the loaded vase. "M'lady. From the Greats of the Greenhouse."

Becky reacted cheerfully to the red and yellow tulips. "Thanks, Logan."

Still in faded jeans and a t-shirt, the elder determined, "Better hose off before chow time." He briefly tickled Kiki under her chin and deposited a kiss on Samantha's head on his way past them.

Buttoning the left cuff of his gray button-down, Scott managed to slow his steady pace before he could collide with the soil coated X-Man. "Lost another fight with that warthog, huh? Did you try for two-out-of-three?"

Logan regarded the cheeky child in mild annoyance. "Real cute. Don't quit your day job, pretty boy."

"Scottie," Kiki hurried to him, raising the flower high for his viewing, "look."

"Hey, honey bunny, I see." Scott scooped her up to sit on the short mahogany cabinet built-in. He took the tulip from her, snapped the stem in half, and used the ribbon already in the four-year-old's hair to attach the bud. "There. Matches your dress and my eyes."

Kiki flipped at her loose strands in a glamorous motion, providing a humorous sight for the young teenagers.

Scott next fully noticed, "Looks really nice in here, ladies." He narrowed his gaze in suspicion when he saw Samantha making a fork gleam. "Why is the good silver out? With Great Grandmum Xavier's handspun lace tablecloth? That was exported from a village in China later decimated by warfare." At the identical taken aback facial reactions from the trio of females, Scott reasoned, "It's a cool story, okay?"

Lips quirking, Samantha started shining a butter knife.

"Rebecca—"

"Scott." Becky left the tulips on a placemat to head for him. When she extended her hands, Scott offered his own to link. "Now, Alana and Trick are here. We're having a special dinner."

"Trust me, I'm foaming at the mouth from just one whiff of her food. And I'm glad Frank gets his mom for his birthday, but Trick?" Scott practically spat the name. "He's the one who got Sean's head loaded with this music garbage. I'll bet anything he talked Alana into this missionary stuff, faking like he's going to look out for her. The perfect excuse to bow out of the X-Men, but I'm not stupid. Good thing Jasmine's not half the brainwasher her dad is or they'd have taken Frank out of here, too. After everything that's been going on with Frank, Trick thinks he can breeze in and out like some prodigal pussy."

Nearly dropping the silver, Samantha placed disbelieving eyes on him.

"Scott," Becky named as if trying to jar him free from a spell.

Regaining himself, Scott let off a sigh. "Sorry." He reacted to the familiarity of Kiki leaning against his leg and he rested a hand on top of her head.

Samantha reached to pat his nearest arm and he turned to her with features appreciative.

"You're right, Scott." Becky's voice made the discontented boy face her again. "My heart started racing as soon as we got back with the party supplies. I wanted everything to be so special for Frank tomorrow and now, we've got this. I already know he won't go along with Trick, but Alana can convince him to leave with her if she really wants to. I hate this, Scott, but please, no more shouting, no more fighting. It still makes me sick what happened when Sean told us they were getting married. Remember that?" She flicked his chin.

"Yes, yes, I do," Scott reassured straightaway. "Alex made quadruple sure I wouldn't forget any time before age ninety."

"Good." Becky's tone redeveloped its gentle urgency. "Because after the party tomorrow, we have to keep things smooth for Sean and Maya. I know you don't always understand Sean, but you weren't here. None of you were when we first came to this house. Sean could've run back to his parents any time he wanted. On our first Christmas, he postponed his flight to get Alana over here for Frank. When he finally got to visit Virginia, he had to turn right back around for me. And Maya is… you have no idea how hard it is for her to sleep sometimes, especially after the ice. Please, let's give them an amazing wedding."

Sharing a brief exchange of eyes with Kiki, Scott nodded at Becky. "For Frank, Maya, and Sean. For you. Not Trick."

Instantly elated, Becky gripped his shirt front and he bowed his head to receive her kiss to his hairline.

II

By the most fragmented spec of fortune, the Headmaster duo survived the perils of rush hour and returned to their shared homestead. The greatest obstacle, at least on Charles' part, had been having to continuously remind the metal wielder that giving into mutated road rage would be counterproductive. Specifically, it would not only hinder their mutual quest to obtain nourishment but needlessly flinging other vehicles about would cause further calorie depletion. At the approaching youthful footsteps, the men hid their bagged goods behind their backs in swift simultaneous motion. Erik experienced recognition before they saw the inimitable face.

"Cordy," Charles reacted with relief upon his glittering sister-in-law bouncing her way towards. "Must you skip about in your golden form that way? You know I can't sense you in it."

"So, Em is the only sister allowed mind tricks?" Solely for theatrical purposes, Cordelia snapped her fingers as she shifted. Her body resumed its dandelion and teal sweetheart dress clad flesh state. "No fair."

"I fail to see the problem, Charles." Erik approached to bring his arm around her shoulders. "I detected her rather easily."

Charles made a faux aggravated expression at Cordelia's resulting adorability over Erik indulging his precious metal pupil. "Seems the rest of the house is scattered about."

"You definitely don't need to worry about the birthday boy," Cordelia guaranteed with something of a glint in her irises. "He hasn't been out of the kitchen in hours."

"Toiling to such a degree before his big day?" Charles remarked with grand impression.

Erik fondly pointed out, "He'll do any and all things to convenience Raven."

"Also, a convenience for us." Taking Erik's bags with his own, Charles determined, "I'll get these squared away. Give the little ones a fun surprise for after dinner."

As the Professor ascended the stairs, Erik zeroed in on the mischievous gaze Cordelia developed. "Care to share whatever you've concocted in that dazzling head of yours?"

Cordelia only looked at him with innocence in place.

II

Satisfied over the second story of his house being almost entirely deserted, Charles made a hurried beeline for the recreation room. After shutting the door, he hastened to get the new additions situated near the designated imaginative play area. That particular spot took up the entire rear wall. As overflowing with jubilance as ever when acting solely for the delight of his fledglings, that moment brought him three years back. He remembered playing the part of Santa's secret helper on the best Christmas he and Raven had ever experienced in their childhood home.

After he saw to the boys' things, he gathered the plastic kitchen items to arranged. As soon as he removed the roof to Kiki's clubhouse, the familiar apparition burst from it like an intangible jack-in-the-box. The Professor tumbled backward, but the instinctive panic he experienced subsided when recognition set in.

"Trick?" the Englishman breathed in awed disbelief.

"Charlie," returned the chipper Ireland native. He phased through the clubhouse before solidifying himself. Trick knelt in similar manner of a medieval guard captain reporting a victory to his king. "We desperately need to get you out of the classroom. When you appear ghostlier than I, sun and surf are in order."

More at ease with his mind confirming the one before him to be the genuine article, Charles came back with, "Yes, of course. I'm pale due to fat-soluble vitamin deficiency. Nothing at all to do with my best mate taking ten years off my life."

"Fat-soluble?" Trick parroted him. "Is your Oxford always on?"

"Activated by the insatiable need to educate whenever you're in the room. A coincidence I'm sure…"

"You academic priss," Trick accused.

Charles shot back, "You annoyance of the anus."

After a five second showdown between their narrowed eyes, jubilation ignited on both their parts. They rammed into each other in a colossal bear hug. They toppled together, resulting in explosive laughter when they hit the floor.

II

"Anya?"

"In here, Papa," his daughter answer.

Erik entered shortly, finding the four youths at the dining table. Kiki sat in Scott's lap, playing a hand game with him.

"Hi, Uncle Erik," Samantha acknowledged and Kiki waved at him excitedly.

The elder applied a kiss to the tops of their heads.

"Hey, Erik." Scott raised his fist to bump knuckles with the Headmaster.

Becky left her chair to go to him. "Papa's home."

"Yes, yes." Erik stooped to share a welcoming embrace with her. "Home at last." He spoke with gratitude in his tone. When he stood again, he kept Becky near to his side. "Well, well," Erik took in the festive elegance of the space, "you ladies have outdone yourselves in here." While admiring the table, he picked up on the forlorn air surrounding the blonde in the room. He went to squat by her chair and bring his arm around her. "And what dragons do you need slain, Sweet Sammie?"

"The fire-breathing red-haired kind," Becky asserted.

Scott clarified, "Her mom yanked the rug out from under date night."

"Ah," Erik grasped.

Samantha finally spoke with, "I just haven't seen that much of Collin is all. She thinks this afternoon was enough. She doesn't understand because she and Victor can go months without seeing each other. But Ben and Angel can do whatever they please."

"No, they cannot," Erik immediately refuted then sympathized, "but I can see how it feels that way to you." He stroked her hair a little. "Since you don't have after-dinner plans this evening, what do you say to a little horseback with your beloved uncle?"

To his surprise, she claimed, "I can't. Uncle Wolves is doing Midnight's manicure tonight." Her face split into a grin at his ensuing countenance. "No, really, I'd love to."

"No matter how much you quarrel, you're more and more like your mother every day." Erik gingerly bopped her nose as he resumed his full. "Still, I like you better." His words rewarded him in the form of a far cheerier expression from her. A certain aroma made his appetite more rapturous than before. "My mother's challah… noodle kugel… Pardon me, imps." Erik looked over his shoulder at Becky as he headed off on his food finding mission. "It would seem your brother is out to butter me up." He smirked a little, "On the eve of his birthday… coincidentally."

When the man took his leave of them, Scott looked to Becky. "You sure we shouldn't warn him?"

Becky could only gaze back at him with uncertainty.

II

"Boychick?" Stepping inside the eatery, Erik's senses along with the rest of his tall frame came to a standstill. Rising from the oven with her next prepared dish, the woman's brown eyes resembled those of a stunned doe's. He dared utter her name, partly believing she would vanish if he did so. "… Alana?"

"Dad." Frank peered away from where he worked at the island, tone indicating his gladness. "Mom, look."

"Erik." Upper limbs going into a flaccid state, the woman gasped at the hot item plummeting from her grasp.

In a blink, Erik caught the pan while remaining in place himself. Frank watched the feat pridefully He ordered the iron container to hover beside him as he ventured forward.

When he eased it back into her mitt covered hands, Alana beheld him in full. Gray- closer to steel- suit, pale blue shirt, sleek silver tie loosened slightly. However, the bulk of her observation went to his face.

"Hope the beard is for keeps."

IIIIIII

Merriment from Charles and Trick filled the dining room quicker and greater so than the plentiful spread. That evening's rich-scented sustenance consisted of honey-hinted challah bread, the artichoke salad, cinnamon noodle kugel, and potato casserole. Cordelia and Angel helped Frank carry the multiple platters necessary to feed their abundant horde. Becky noticed Angel eyeing the food somewhat incredulously. The curly haired girl remembered witnessing Joey so entranced at mealtime more than once. Even with all the prosperity now in their lives, Becky still occasionally sensed their amazement over having so much to eat. When she first met Joey, that feeling radiating off him caused distressed burning in Becky's eyes. She used to fight vigorously not to give into weeping at the table.

Trick's worldwide anecdotes did not distract Hank from Samantha and Cody bringing in the pitchers of lemonade and fruit punch.

The physician cleared his throat quite distinctly. "When exactly did milk start coming in yellow and red?"

"It mutated," Cody quipped.

"Oh, Henry, let them be," Charles chimed in. "One night without milk will not shatter their bones."

"Yes!" Trav pumped his fist and Kiki rang out, "Yippee!"

"Do not get used to this," Hank said pointedly. "And I don't want to see so much as a morsel of vegetables left on those plates."

Cody resisted an eyeroll but still remarked, "That's the story of my life every night."

At that, Charles mentioned, "Our Silver Cat's powers have been growing quite swiftly."

"Ah." Trick looked the boy in question up and down. "That explains the ferocious fur. Loving the mane, little lion."

Smiling widely, Cody batted at his lush ebony strands.

Logan shook his head. "Little peacock's more like it."

Due to the presence of the two visitors, Samantha assisted Becky in reworking the seating arrangements a bit. They made sure Frank got to sit between Alana and Erik. Trick's chair stayed as close to Charles as possible for the legitimate purpose of them gabbing. Joey got Brian situated in his highchair while Cody helped Kayla with Mira and Todd.

"I know it's hard to tell with this particular group," Alana put forth, "but we seem short a few."

"Maya took Tommy to pick Sean up from his show," Kayla explained, stirring her children's homemade baby food. "They probably won't make it in until right around midnight."

"I'll be up," Trick guaranteed. "Can't wait to finally meet the famous Tom Cassidy."

"Where in the world—" Before Emma could complete her thought, the one she sought hurried in. "There you are."

"Sorry, sorry. The wine cellar takes forever to navigate, but I found these for you guys." Scott held two bottles in each of hands. "Since it's a really special occasion and all."

Logan reacted, "Good goin', slim." He looked around at the others. "Knew this kid was sharp."

"That was very thoughtful, sweetheart," Emma commended, accepting a pair of bottles.

"Eh, don't mention it," Scott dismissed, giving Erik the other two for his side of the table.

As the boy went to take his chair, he caught Becky's bright emerald eyes aimed his way.

"Attention, please," tapping his spoon against his glass, Charles got to his feet, "I'd like to propose a toast." He received full focus from the gathered. "With the day to day stresses so seemingly endless, coming home to such pleasant surprises was a Godsend. Our Spector and my best mate, Trick," Charles used his free hand to clap the named one's shoulder, turning him coyly bashful, "as well as our greatest ally, Alana, who is also genuine proof that the political struggles we take part in are not in vain." Frank beamed over his mother and Charles continued with, "This is also the last hours of age fourteen for Frank." The Professor addressed the teen directly. "My first find after our return to New York. No longer that petulant, skinny little boy on the basketball court, too weighed with grief to comprehend all that he had to offer. You brought a very interesting dynamic to this household."

"Just say it, Charles," Alex interjected. "He was a colossal pain in the butt."

"Alexander, please." Charles then quipped, "That's our reserved pet name for you." Amidst the resulting laughter, Becky and Raven struggled hardest not to fall from their chairs. Charles resumed speaking. "How far you've come is not even a fraction of the inevitable challenges and undoubted achievements that lie ahead, dear child of light." Charles brought his glass higher. "To our Lighthouse."

Following the Headmaster's cue, drinks hoisted and clinked. "Our Lighthouse!"

At the dipped head, Scott ribbed, "Look at you all rosy-cheeked."

Deciding against his initial desire to throw a fork at him, Frank instead shot back, "What doesn't come out rosy with those ruby specs fused to your face?"

Trav remembered something and petitioned, "Daddy, Daddy," Hank faced his eager boy, "Frankie says your M.D. stands for magic dude."

Amusement ranged among those at the table over the tone of importance used by the child.

"Looks like the secret's out." Raven winked at her husband.

Hank bowed his head with a snort. "Yes, well, a magician is what I'll soon have to be. Both my lab assistants have university ahead and one has marriage on top of that."

Leon brought up, "Weren't you adamant over their higher education?"

Hank said, "The realization of a depleted staff only recently hit me."

Frank shrugged. "I can still bail on the program."

Beastly glower developing, Hank countered vehemently, "Say that even once more and I'll be the one needing bail when I'm done with you."

Frank recoiled in his seat. "So, that's a no. Gotcha."

A good-humored Alana said, "I cannot believe the rigors involved with this program."

Erik stated, "The challenge will be welcomed. It's clear his own grade level can't satisfy his mind long enough."

Alana sent a smile his direction. "You have no idea. When Frank was two, he was so captivated by the words and what they meant. He hardly cared about the pictures. He got into children's books before he was four. His brother's fourth grade materials at six."

"Sounds like Cody," Kayla related.

"Ma!" a disgruntled Cody exclaimed, blending with Frank's moan of, "Moooom…"

Sharing a snicker with Victor, Logan said, "Don't go airin' their nerdy laundry, Mamas."

"While we're on success stories," Trick raised, looking to the youngest Summers, "Alex has been bending my ear about your phenomenal season. The opposition may have come to play but you came to conquer."

"I didn't conquer anything," Scott claimed. "Rebecca- the team; all of us."

Adrienne piped up, "Such humility. The wine is nowhere near as refreshing."

"I'll say," Charles approved, speaking to Trick next. "But don't be mistaken, best mate. Had the Jaguars lost every single game, it would have been worth it to witness Scott's performance on that field."

Trick nodded, voice growing softer. "Wish I had witnessed it."

"Yeah," acted as Scott's sole response, meticulously concentrating on jabbing his salad with a fork.

"We have pictures," Becky brought up. "You can have some to keep. Uncle Charles took a thousand."

"Per game," Frank tacked on.

"If I want to spend my twilight years obsessively scrapbooking then I shall," Charles stated matter-of-factly.

Brian banged his spoon against his bowl. "No!"

Through the chuckles, Charles wagged a finger at his baby. "And don't you get fresh with me, young man. I have several bathing photographs to mortify your teen years."

Nibbling on his fingers, Brian matched shining blue eyes with his father.

Getting back to the original subject, Angel told Trick, "I have a ton of pictures for you, too. The modeling luncheon, Prom, graduation."

"My Bridge Birthday," Cody interjected.

Kayla informed proudly, "He is now on his manhood journey."

"Ah," Trick grasped with intrigue. "Mind if I ride shotgun, boyo?"
Cody joked, "So long as you bring the good trail mix."

"It's a deal."

"Treasure, what's the matter?" Emma asked of Joey's mostly filled plate. "You usually savor your uncle's kosher recipes."

Hank looked immediately skeptical. "You and Laci didn't fill up on junk food at the center today, did you? We've had this discussion, Joey."

"We didn't have anything, Uncle Hank," the electrical fledgling disputed with exasperation apparent. "I'm just thinking about my projects. I have a lot to do and no time."

"Hm," Raven eyed her husband. "Sounds like a certain somebody I know."

"Point taken, dear," Hank seceded.

"How goes the world of the painting prodigy?" Trick asked Joey sunnily. "I saw some of your latest work around the house and it amazes me how much you've strengthened your technique since I was here in December. Your portrait of Raven with that stunning ballroom backdrop is the cream of the crop."

"Huh." Joey absently dragged his fork through his kugel. "Guess that's why it's hanging in our living room instead of a museum."

With the final word, a still silence engulfed the dining space.

"Charles Xavier," a taken aback Emma reproached, "that was completely uncalled for. Trick was only paying you a compliment."

"Let him refund it," Joey scoffed. "That way he can buy a few more for the Eye Scream Team. You still have Scott's ROTC awards and Frank's training stats to brag about."

While Frank looked seconds away from falling off his chair, Scott let off a bothered, "Hey!"

Before escalation could ensue, Charles proclaimed, "There will be no more bickering at this table," before talking to Joey with significantly increased firmness. "I do not know what's gotten into you and at this moment, I really don't care. For today, tomorrow, and all the days of your life, you will not speak to your mother with that repulsive attitude ever again. Apologize to her and the rest of the family for that terrible outburst." At Joey only staring at his plate, Charles' remaining patience began dissolution. "Do not try me, Joseph."

"… It's Joey." The disagreeable child regained his voice with an amplified volume. "My name is Joey. My name is Charles. My name is Eel." He finally directed his gaze towards the head of the table. "My name is not Joseph!"

"Yes, it bloody well is!" The utterly dumbfounded individuals around them affected Charles not at all as he detached from his seat a second time. "I am your father and I named you Charles Joseph Xavier long before any documentation came into play. It is the name printed on your birth certificate right above my own, so don't you dare sit there and try to tell me what I am permitted to call you. Now, go finish your dinner in my office and I don't want to hear so much as a hum out of your mouth. Go."

Compliantly wordless with vision in a swirl, Joey gathered his plate and glass. Though he tried to avoid the on-lookers, he received no such luck when he caught Alex's intensely censorious countenance.

Sugar. Emma rushed to her feet to bring soothing arms around her husband's neck.

Charles returned her much needed touch, seemingly only remaining upright by her contact.

The male telepathed faced the others. "I'm sorry, everyone. That display was deplorable."

Head lazily propped by her hand, Cordelia put forth, "So much nostalgia…"

Adrienne and Emma peered over at her yet neither refuted.

Without having to fully face him, Leon detected the waves of ire emitted by a tense Alex.

"I don't want to eat anymore," Cody informed his parents.

"Go on upstairs," Kayla granted, sliding her palm down his back. "I'll warm it up for you if you want it later."

Cody nodded once and moved to depart quickly.

"I'll wrap up their plates, Kay," Emma offered the directed Charles, "Take your drink and relax in the parlor for a bit. We can't have you developing a migraine."

"Yes, love." Charles gripped his glass by the base and started out, radiant blue eyes overtaken by fogginess.

The other Headmaster began to rise next. "Pardon me as well." Erik made a purposeful stride towards the kitchen.

"Cor, can you please see to Brian?" Emma requested.

"Sure, sis," the teen agreed.

"I'll take care of these." Adrienne took Cody's plate and went over to collect Charles' from her blonde sister. "Go ensure your husband's head doesn't give into volcanic eruption."

Emma patted her arm and mouthed thanks on her way.

"Well, this is a fine how-do-you-do," Alana asserted, glancing at her travel companion. "Here I thought we had the monopoly on awkward chaos."

Despite her levity, Trick's prior joviality did not resume so rapidly.

IIIIIII

Any and all things coursing through his mind like a monumental monsoon, fair haired boy could hardly force down half his food. He managed to drink his juice, though the sweetness failed to elevate his mood.

At the creaking of the study's door, Joey timidly addressed, "Daddy?"

"Will be with you soon enough." Erik stepped inside. "As for now…" He approached and presented a filled plastic cup.

Joey identified the scent right away. "But why?" He stared up at the man with sincere confusion. "You've never given me vinegar before."

Erik came back with, "You've never given me reason until tonight. You brought this on yourself the moment you spoke crossly to your mother. Now, open your mouth and see that you don't swallow." At the child's hesitation, Erik remarked pitilessly, "Odd, you weren't at all shy with that tongue at the table." The metal wielder's gaze offered no trace of clemency. "I won't tell you again, boy…"

Dividing his lips, Joey filled his mouth with as much of the clear liquid as he could contain.

"That's enough," Erik retracted the cup, not wanting to risk him choking. "I understand anger and lashing out more than many. I also know such behavior is alien for you and I'm sure something of which we are not aware led you to it. However, regardless of whatever the issue may be, disrespecting your mother, who has been nothing but loving and supportive of you since the day she joined the X-Men, is inexcusable. And as your father made plain, it will not happen again." He raised one eyebrow. "Will it?" At the headshake, he extended the cup once more and held it for Joey to spew the viciously sour substance back into.

The sting left on his tongue paled in comparison to the one brewing within his eyes. "I'm sorry, Uncle Erik…"

Lowering to give him a one-arm hug, Erik kissed his temple. "It is your mother deserving of the apology. And do not forget what I've told you many times before. We discipline you out of love. Giving you vinegar now is no different than the first time I spanked you. And we survived that, didn't we?"

"Yeah," Joey whispered. "And I love you, too, Uncle Erik."

With a ruffle to the yellow hair, Erik returned to full height. He exited at the same time his brother attempted to enter. Joey cast his eyes to the floor. Even if he dared steal a glance at them, the Headmasters' faces proved as unreadable as their telepathic conservation on the ears. Erik gave a benign pat to the Professor's shoulder then continued out of the work space.

Taking in the size of his boy, somehow so much smaller in his quiet position of contrition, Charles moved to sit behind his desk. "Look at me, please."

Though somewhat trembling, Joey raised his head. "Daddy, I'm sorry. I- I really don't know what came over me."

"That makes two of us." Charles eyed him evenly. "While rude of you to snap, I could at least understand if Trick's praise of your portrait unintentionally rubbed you the wrong way. But shouting, such wayward defiance- especially aimed at your mother- there was no cause nor justification for that." Inching forward in his chair, the mutant elder laid one arm across his desk. "I am very disappointed in you, Charles Joseph." He could tell and even felt Joey's heart plunge into his stomach, but held steady to the unfortunately necessary chastisement. "It was only the other night, I brought all of you children together and reiterated the rules and expectations, specifically regarding the table and those around it. And you so willfully dismissed all of that this evening."

Joey's breathing grew heavier and he released a sob. "Daddy…"

"No, son," Charles shook his head dourly. "Tears will not grant you leniency." Still, he picked up the Kleenex box and walked around to the front of the desk. Joey plucked two tissues at once to wipe his eyes. "You are not eight years old anymore. You have been here far longer than the other little ones. Yet you chose to have that tantrum in plain view of your little cousins and your baby brother who seeks to mimic everything you do. Trick hasn't been home in six months and Frank has not shared dinner with his mother in three times that long. This was very selfish of you. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, D—" Stopping himself, Joey amended, "Yes, sir. I'm so sorry. I'll apologize, Daddy. I promise."

"Yes, you will," Charles affirmed. "Also, remember to thank your uncle." The telepath made a path for the sofa. "Vinegar for the way you talked to your mother saved your bare bum from my ruler."

Joey touched a hand to his when he experienced a churn inside.

Once seated, the Professor petitioned him with, "Come here, my Charles."

The last two words of the order offered Joey his first semblance of relief, though short-lived. He did not delay his arrival at his father's feet. He immediately knew to stay still while Charles undid his pants for him. As soon as he found himself across the knee, Joey clung to the man's ankle as if squeezing a teddy bear. He braced himself when he felt the sudden air on his bottom.

Charles unleashed the first swat right at the center of his son's bottom. From there, he alternated between left, right, and his upper thighs. Almost unfamiliar to unclothed smacks, Joey quickly became reacquainted. By the fourth strike, tears did not trickle but streamed profusely. Despite the cries, Charles stayed as in tune as ever with his little one. He knew the scolding, realization of his actions, Erik's punishment, thoughts of Emma, and whatever troubled him in the first place to be the true culprits of the fast-paced tear production.

At the tenth one, Charles questioned, "Are you going to maintain a respectful tone with your mother and mind your manners at the meal table in the future?"

"Yes! Yes, sir!"

"And when you are upset, are you going to talk to me or one of the others like a proper English gentleman or are you going to have another senseless tantrum?"

"I- I'll talk." Joey worked to get the rest of his words together. "Like an English gentleman. Promise, Daddy."

"Very good." Charles gave him the final four on his bottom then deemed it done. "Alright, my little one." Able to fully redress him due to the soft texture of the pants, Charles still made sure not to irritate his behind. He brought Joey to cradle against his shoulder. "Yes, yes," he kept a messaging hand up and down the heaving back, "that's the end of it. No more punishment. Daddy forgives you and Mummy forgave you even before you left the dining room. Everyone else will understand."

"Y-you…" Joey rubbed his eyes and tried to clear his throat. "You're still disappointed, Daddy?"

Charles answered him with, "I am unhappy with your actions tonight, but I am pleased to see you learned from those errors. You were obedient during your punishment, including with Uncle Erik. And even when I'm terribly disappointed," Charles repositioned them to lay on the couch for Joey's comfort and for them to be able to face each other, "not for one second do you stop being my prize-prince and your mother's treasure."

Able to form a smile however watery, Joey burrowed his cheek against his chest. "Thanks, Daddy. I love you so much."

Charles returned, "I love my little one," and coiled secure arms around him. "Now, do you want to tell Daddy what upset you to such a degree? Are you that overwhelmed by your art projects?"

Plucking a kernel of truth, Joey told him, "I still have to finish Frank's present and wedding stuff, too. And I didn't know Trick was coming home yet. I didn't get a chance to make him anything last time."

Nodding his understanding, Charles proposed, "We'll get you into a cool bath and afterwards, you and your mother can talk. I'll give you your story at the regular time, but you may have an additional two hours to work on the present. We all want Frank's day to be special, yes?"

"Yes," Joey parroted. "Thanks, Dad."

Maintaining arms over him, Charles determined the tub could wait another minute or so.